#Also he'd have so much fun being able to guide someone again

[re-samo]

Second installment of 'he's a dad ;w;' Taurus edition:

I just really love Kamui and I think it's bullshit that we don't get to bond with him more, especially considering all the implied shit that's yet to come??? Absolute bullshit ;0;

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #housamo horkeu kamui #horkeu kamui #housamo ocs #housamo taurus #I just really love the thought of him training her since I imagine he's the one with the most shield training out of the early characters #Also he'd have so much fun being able to guide someone again #it'd be so cute 🥹🥹 #Also also he's going to be primarily wearing his ainu clothing because I- #I feel a little weird??? about him wearing an Ainu themes??? Loin??? Cloth?????? #Like #idk #considering that the Ainu don't particularly have a lot of media spot light aside form- oh I think the most popular one is Golden Kamuy?? #At least as far as *I* know #But I digress #Anyway sorry about the tag rant #I just have emotions about the characters lmao #sfw #not a reblog. #my art.

[general-cyno]

it's dressrosa time for more zolu rambles. there were some really good and funny bits like zoro being (unsurprisingly) on board with luffy's idea of fighting the emperors

luffy charging right after zoro when he gets his sword stolen bc it looks fun (though he ends up in the tournament instead)

zoro getting absolutely sidetracked from his very important mission of going back to the sunny to help the others bc he saw luffy participating in the tournament, then again when he saw luffy in person (he wanted to be invited too!)

luffy happily and without hesitation agreeing to zoro's crazy plan for the lift

cheers to luffy's casual, unwavering faith in zoro!

zoro just letting luffy do whatever he wants and manhandle him around with a simple "yeah sure where we going" compared to law who is decidedly Not Even Remotely Used to this kind of treatment

their gremlin braincell once again shining through as they both laugh at pica (much to law's continuous exasperation)

I also liked how confidently luffy decided and told zoro he'd continue ahead while zoro chose to stay behind and deal with pica, yet again demonstrating luffy's casual but firm trust that zoro can handle things and protect others in his stead, while he takes care of the biggest threats. zoro's own taunting and smug "our captain wants nothing to do with a pebble like you, so you have to make do with me" at pica was good too lol.

when zoro finally defeats pica and side characters, in awe of his strength, are baffled that someone so powerful is luffy's "henchman"? also peak.

two other things I enjoyed, albeit not necessarily involving zoro and luffy directly, were:

- zoro taking the lead, attempting to stop doflamingo's birdcage by force and doing so by asking for ppl's help (showcasing his willingness to guide as much as rely on others when it's needed) which drove folks to actively follow him in a similar fashion to how they tend to do with luffy. in a way, zoro's determination uplifted ppl's spirits + the whole thing helped keep civilians and others safe while luffy recuperated enough to finish off doflamingo. it's no wonder zoro was one of the few straw hats to stay behind in dressrosa, since that's the kind of feat someone like him (as luffy's first mate/second in command) can accomplish. really highlights zoro's role in the crew and why luffy's belief in zoro's reliability, of him being able to handle dire situations and protect ppl on his own without luffy having to worry abt/over him is a recurring and important part of their overall relationship. usopp desperately asking zoro to save him back during the pica ordeal and hugging him afterwards in relief as other characters thanked him too, was a funny and sweet way to acknowledge this as well.

- this interaction between luffy and rebecca:

can't say whether it was intentional or not, (probably not since these chapters are wildly apart from each other) but it made me think of luffy and zoro's first meeting, and how luffy ultimately decided to make zoro part of his crew after he asked to be fed the stomped riceballs and for luffy to tell rika they were delicious. these two are so very similar on a fundamental level, even if they still retain certain differences and distinct approaches depending on the situation, and it was nice to see another reminder of it. both luffy and zoro are, at their core, strong and kind characters (though in a curiously selfish manner) who don't hesitate to acknowledge and repay the kindness they're offered in turn. imo it's cool how these shared traits have allowed them to understand and stay alongside each other to this point.

edit: forgot to mention but sabo entrusting the crew with luffy's safety and giving them luffy's vivre card (handing it to zoro specifically) as zoro fondly remarks how he resembled ace back in alabasta was just. really really good as well. esp when you consider how much the crew loves luffy, and what zoro himself has done to protect him.

#zolu #long post #tp #yes it's that annoying mf on the zolu tag again with his manga rambles hello #now I'm off to cry abt sabo corazon and law on my priv again see ya again for the next arc post #jay reads op

[celluloidbroomcloset]

I was thinking a bit more about how Stede and Ed act as the dads/parental figures of the ship.

Stede's struggle in Season 1 is his failure as a father and a husband, and his inadequacy as a captain. In both cases, he's failed to be the father figure he felt he needed to be to fulfill his role. But he starts bonding with the crew via games and stories, which we see is how he made connections with his children.

Ed has succeeded as a captain, but he does so at a cost to himself and his desires. The exhaustion of being Blackbeard has meant a sacrifice of identity and a near-collapse. When he joins with Stede, he's able to shift some of the burden and actually have fun with life again.

Neither man has received a model of how to be a parental figure—both of their fathers were abusive, Ed lost his mother at an early age, and Stede's mother is largely nonexistent. They recognize what they're supposed to be, but they struggle to fulfill the role. Neither man has had a partner in whom he can trust and depend on to listen.

Just one of them struggles to maintain balance and image—Stede is ill-equipped, at the start, to act as a captain. He connects to the crew in his own way, but it's still not enough to protect them from the Spanish or from other pirates. Ed's arrival on the Revenge introduces the dynamic of co-captains, and he and Stede take on increasingly balanced roles right from the start. But Ed shows how very exhausting it is to be a captain when you have to make life or death decisions and know that everyone is looking to you:

"They're all gonna die, and it's all gonna be your fault. All the men who trusted you. All their blood's gonna be on your hands. It's going to be your fault."

It's Stede's presence that allows Ed to relax a little, and Ed's knowledge that guides Stede to his own revelations. They push each other to think differently and see the world from a new angle in which neither of them are the sole guiding light, but act in tandem with each other. Their balance means that they come up with the same idea of the lighthouse, and Ed figures out how to implement it by working together.

When Stede leaves, the balance of the ship is thrown off by the loss of one parental figure. Ed is unmoored and takes on the same weight that he has before, only he's now completely unequipped to manage it, both emotionally and psychologically, just as Stede was in the pilot and first few episodes. The result is a toxic atmosphere that damages the crew and makes Ed suicidal.

Izzy, amazingly, is quite right: they balance each other out. Stede’s return calms everyone, but he also can’t shoulder everything by himself. Ed being there, backing him up, even being someone that the crew still refer to as captain and reminding Stede to “just go with it” about the tub, helps to manage Stede’s authority and avoids him becoming too much of a pirate captain (which is what he'd be in danger of becoming if he only had Izzy there to give him advice). But even then, Stede shows the strain of having to be responsible for his crew - the murder of Low is necessary and it also damages him.

Which is part of why I like that Stede and Ed stay on land at the end. Piracy is indeed about the crew and as captains they both felt the burden of earning and maintaining respect AND being responsible for the crew’s lives and safety. They both need to lose the burden (and the consequent guilt) of being responsible for other people for a while. Stede kills in part to protect his crew, but it takes a piece out of him to do it. Ed can’t do it at all anymore; he’s shown that the weight of it will eventually crush him and endanger them.

It’s actually a lovely ending in terms of both Ed and Stede being allowed and allowing themselves to focus on something other than their family and instead build their relationship with each other. They need to be the focal point of each other’s lives for a while, and in turn get to look at themselves and who they are as men and partners. Stede exchanged one family responsibility for another and Ed was always responsible, for a good bit of his life. In letting go of that for a while, even if it doesn’t ultimately last, will let them become who they are together.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #gentlebeard #ofmd meta

[paviastrashyrings]

can i request a horropedia x reader with the “rude to everyone but loving to their partner” trope? (reader is the rude one)🫶🏻 male reader if possible

More of the lovely Nerdy Nerd? How could i possibly say no. Thank you for your submission and it is absolutely my pleasure to serve you. (side note: could not be more on the nail for how i am irl)

Without further ado, dear readers, lets get into another dream with Horropedia.

You were...rough around the edges, so to speak. Uncaring and cold towards most people.

If someone touched you, you'd snap at them. If someone came at you with an attitude, you'd match it.

Everyone associated with you was used to your foul mouth and bad mood.

Except one person, of course.

He had never understood why everyone spoke so poorly of your behavior until he witnessed first hand how "grouchy" you were with others.

"Hes not so bad." he'd try to defend you, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

"Dude he literally insulted me to my face because I bumped into him." one coworker recalls, angered by the mere memory.

It wasnt like you were trying to be mean, people just dont have spatial awareness.

They were right there.

Nothing pushed them into you.

They didn't even trip.

They just were dumb and didn't look where they were going. That's on them.

He would listen to you recall your side of the story, your tone soft and even because it was him.

"We really gotta work on your...people skills." he hums, but in complete honesty he was impressed how you were so able to stand your ground.

One day, someone decided to really push their luck. Yapping about how annoying "that weirdo, horropedia or whatever that guys name is" was.

Safe to say you were pissed, and he was in their direct vicinity too.

once you noticed that he was RIGHT THERE being spoken ill about?

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" you spat with malice, turning around so fast people would assume you were facing them the whole time.

You went off of them, until Joshua stepped in, equally shocked but also mildly amused by the expression on the culprits face.

"woah hey, no need to get angry." There was full and ardent need to get angry, they just insulted him to his face and he was just gonna take that? hell no, not on your damn watch.

He turns around and politely apologizes to the culprit, "So sorry about that, hes trying to work on his temper.."

He guides you away, still secretly impressed by your anger. Nobody really ever defended him like that, especially in front of a whole establishment full of people.

"I mean seriously can you believe them? Talking shit about you like that in front of you?" you'd start almost as soon as the culprit was out of earshot, just to keep him happy. You wouldn't have cared if they had heard you, you already spat so much profanity in their direction anyways.

"You know it happens all the time, I'm not exactly a stranger to it." which you couldn't understand. How does he tolerate such blatant disrespect, I mean sure he's a little strange and nerdy but that doesn't hurt anyone.

"Yeah but you don't deserve that, you didn't even do anything." you'd murmur, looking away. You look like a scolded dog, which he thought was adorable.

What he didn't remark on was the clear difference in how you spoke to others and how you spoke to him.

you were still frustrated, temper still on high, and yet you held back profanity and sulked instead of snapping at him.

He definitely noticed though, you were so sweet to him that it was hard not to notice.

He'll let you off for just this once, but the next time he catches you he'll have to scold you properly.

He won't admit that he's enjoying the special treatment, he's happy you care about him so much.

but maybe tone it down a little?

Only sometimes though

Well, this one was very fun to write. Thank you once again, dear readers, your support and kind words mean the world. We will dream once again, come find me soon <3. signed, yours forever Moon.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #r1999 x reader #reverse 1999 x reader #rev1999 #x reader #horropedia #horropedia x reader #male reader

[stranded-labyrinth]

Angsttttt

Just read a fic where will found Hannibal in Florence and was jealous AF about Antony diamond. But they worked it out and shit.

Let me raise you, Will ‘already horrible self worth/esteem issues’ Graham, leaving the second he sees Hannibal flirting with a guy who looks just like him, minus the myriad of ugly scars. And homie has a badddd self destructive habit already. So he heads to the closest bar with the intention to get black out drunk and find someone to take his mind off Hannibal. But then ends up running out of the bar because he’s gotten into a fist fight and beaten the guy to a pulp. (Projecting much will?)

But know he’s thinking, why not just kill that bitch, Hannibal was with? And not with his fists with a gun, the man doesn’t deserve any form of intimacy.

So as one does he finds the guys address and sneaks in, only to find Hannibal THERE. And in a fit of absolute hatred shoots Antony dead in the head. No guilt, Before turning on Hannibal. Who’s looks like he’s about to have a heart attack, before noticing it’s Will. And he smiles and gos to talk before Will interrupts him.

“It doesn’t matter what I do, does it? I’ll never be enough for you, you have your fun with me then throw me out, when I’ve grown boring”

before taking the gun off Hannibal. And ATTEMPTING to shoot himself, but Hannibal smacks the gun off course. So he ends up shooting himself in the arm (like where chiyoh shot him) and passes out from blood loss.

Then the rest of the fic would be Hannibal trying to fix the damage he’s done

i'll be so honest, there's been about 50 different flavors of this happening in my mind at any given time

Hannibal being an absolute shit with how he's gone about he and Will's relationship can spring so many different versions of this, to the point where i've desperately wanted to write something with it but i've struggled with knowing exactly how to go about it, because there's just so many ways to do it that i can't settle for one

personally, i don't tend to go the route of Will trying to kill himself if only because he's relatively used to stewing in depression, but teetering on the edge is not to say that something couldn't push him over the edge. the way i always imagine it is him, as usual, resigning himself to this life. he's drained of the joy of it, left with bitterness and resentment and aching, and yet this time around he also just feels so painfully empty. there's a hollow void that isn't going to be filled, Hannibal's made that abundantly clear through his lack of action, so why bother hoping? once again, just another person Will isn't good enough for. he exists to understand Hannibal and that's it, nothing further. no other meaning.

and, of course, Hannibal doesn't enjoy his Will without his passion, so he'd know something's amiss pretty quickly. but he's not going to ask so directly, he's going to poke and prod and guide, but Will's too tired and convinced his little world with Hannibal will never get better than what it is and he's too tired and he wants to go home but doesn't even know where home is anymore, because apparently it's not with him.

Will's feeling like a discarded toy, tossed aside when it became old hat only to be picked up when the owner gets curious.

he's not engaging in their little philosophical back and forths. he's not killing. he comes to bed, if only to lay curled up on his side, facing away from Hannibal, laying still until his grief for something he never had becomes a physical thing in the room and Hannibal has to reach out to him just to be able to breathe again.

of course, Will would break eventually, but until then he's just going day to day, mind on the bleak past and even bleaker future until it makes for a bleak present, and Hannibal's watching the life leave his eyes while being completely ignorant to it being his fault.

sometimes i think he'd stay and everything would break down that way, sometimes i think he'd leave (or try to) and Hannibal would go looking for him, because after all this time, Hannibal refuses to be without him. not again.

but like i said, all the intricacies of it could be so different that it's difficult to actually jot down.

#HEAVY tw for discussions of depression and suicide here everyone #be careful

[reitziluz]

whats ur ocs fighting styles like? even the ones that dont how would u imagine them go down?

ahh damn this is interesting to consider. i've been kinda intentionally de-emphasizing the fighty bits, because i've recently been rather sick of fighting scenes and duels interrupting, or worse yet, taking over the fun stories i'm trying to read.

that being said. over half of them have actual training and experience. and for one of them, i keep hallucinating elaborate fight choreographies...

kimon: sort of military background (it's complicated) as he was sort of a field healer for a while. as a kid, he was taught a martial art focused on magic knives that can do the evil healing trick of "congrats, you've been akira'd to shreds." he actually can do it with just his hands now, if he manages to touch bare skin, but has a very strict code against doing that. smart and cool-headed, very focused on Getting The Fuck Out.

vaal: hooooooooo boy, the surprise soulsborne boss!! literally the main character concept for em is "former living weapon." the twist is that e was deployed against abominations. like going solo against a dragon. imagine one of them slender, super fast mechs doing shadow of the colossus battle, with something like a lance loaded up with magic bullshit. so specifically a living guided missile system...? (this all is still very much under construction and as stated, i'm not super into specifics in fighting, so bear with me.)

but i've also talked about how e would work in more one on one type of fights with a friend, and we landed on something in the general direction of boreal outrider knight and artorias from dark souls. i bet there's good matches in bloodborne too, but i'm not as familiar with its bosses. e also absolutely Delights in the hunt, despite everything.

arin: absolutely not a fighter. chaotic flailing. could sneak up on someone focused on someone else and bonk them in the head. they would be able to do the in-world equivalent of macing someone, like they would carry it and know how to use it.

tess: not a fighter either. she has it in her to be a commander type, but with her experience etc, it manifests mostly as her knowing how not to endanger herself or others more than they already are. a part of their very formal upbringing was probably something equivalent to like, fencing as a sport.

sam: she works/has worked as a (security) guard. all about keeping things under control, de-escalating, stopping fights before they start. owns a mace/staff/thing with a tazer sleep spell incorporated. she does a martial art also as a hobby, but i haven't landed on the exact style yet. think of like, olden time-y boxing or wrestling matches. she feels a bit more of a wrestling sort of gal, but pugilist is such a good word, i'm torn!

leskel: very much has other people do the fighting for him. also if you tried to bonk him, you'd get fifty magic traps blowing up in your face. but then he'd surprise you again and go pontiff sulyvahn on your ass. the combination of formal dance and heavy swings, i just vibe with it so much. though he's still probably relying on some supernatural stuff to greatly boost his capabilities.

#igotasked #aaaa this was fun #too much fun #it's late and i need to change my sheets still before i can go to bed rip #thank you so much tho this was a great treat on a hard day #and now a secret extra tidbit in the tags #both vaal and leskel have devastating secret final forms #the implications of which are at the heart of the plot

[torra-and-the-toons]

Any headcanons on the characters' future lives/careers? (I know it's not a very fresh question, but I can't think of anything right now 😵‍💫, hopefully this starts an interesting discussion)

Aw, that's okay, Mystic! I appreciate you sending something in regardless! Seems to be the case all around this week, and that's totally fine!

As for their careers, I have lots of thoughts on their older lives and/or careers! In fact, that's a lot of what "In a Sky of a Million Stars," is about! It follows Eddy mostly, but we do get to see where the other kids are headed too!

Under the cut for length~

Ed I can absolutely see as one of those artists that makes a killing selling his art online. Here's the fun twist I have for Ed though, he's a furry artist. The general consensus I've seen online is that good furry artists an make a lot of money because the furry community is so good to artists! Oddly enough, out of the three Eds I see him being the most successful because he's able to do something that he loves to do, and eventually he might land a big gig for a comic book company or an animator or something.

Edd is a little more unsure of his future. After high school he jumps right into a community college, but he's always changing his degree path. Mathematician, Chemist, Biologist, all Edd knows is he wants to go into a career where he can use his profuse knowledge to better humanity. I think eventually he would end up working at the lab he interns for.

Eddy I'll keep general because his adult life is what Stars is about, but he's the most unsure of himself in the future of the three banditos. He doesn't want to go to school again and he certainly doesn't want to have to actually work for his money... disgusting. But such is the way of life. He has a few small retail jobs for a while and hates every minute of them, but it's a job. I think eventually he'd be good at car sales or business pitches... cliché I know.

Kevin I could see working as a mechanical engineer, or even owning a motorcycle repair shop somewhere. He'd be ecstatic to get to repair and refurbish other people's bikes.

Rolf, of course, takes over his family's farm so his parents can retire. Also very cliché but honestly he's been doing that already as a kid.

I can see Jimmy and Sarah partnering together to make their own fashion brand! Like, maybe it's something small they do while going to college but they made a few things that caught the attention of someone big, and now it's a thing!

Nazz I can see being a teacher! I think that one's a well-shared headcanon, but it makes so much sense.

Jonny I can see working in nature somewhere. A botanist, a conservationist, or even just a trail guide or park ranger.

Lee and Marie I can absolutely see being sex workers. May is a harder one though because out of the three Kankers, she seems the least likely to fall into that line of work. With her, I honestly don't know.

And let's be real, Eddy's Bro will forever work at that damn carnival, probably picking up garbage like the trash he is.

#friday night sleepover #mysticbeaver #torra's headcanons #Sorry the Eds always get such big paragraphs and the other characters not as much

[ottiliere]

may i ask why spades slick?

so I am thinking about dirks sexuality right. because he is a gay man. but one who is so immensely traumatized by the act of sex in general that I think he is very turned off to the concept of genuinely engaging with sex (none of his porn is genuine). this likely contributed to the formation of his puppet fetish as well... like his puppet porn is one of the few things he does that comes from an actual unironic place but interspersed with all his other works this is hard to deduce. his smuppet sidehustle, I imagine, is very slow-going because I think he'd be very meticulous about them, especially in the eve of their creation... I think he would've initially learned how to sew "improperly" by completely teaching himself no guides... it was a survival skill at the foremost but now it just makes the whole process a lot more difficult than it needs to be. he would not make a lot of money off these but I think they would be one of his most authentic passions.

anyway. mildly related. I think the sensory aspects of slick would help immensely. the texture of his carapace vs human skin, the noises he makes (diff larynges)...his hands would feel a lot different. different stature, different anatomy altogether... mainly I think the dichotomy between human and carapacian physiology would make the acclimation to sexual encounters with slick much easier than if they were with a human. aside from the obvious low hanging fruit of interspecies relationships i think it would have to be a stereotype that people with traumatic sexual histories often end up dating out of their species. like this would happen irl i firmly believe. if there were another sentient race that you could date aside from all the obvious social stigma. like of course you dont want to bone another human you are SEXAL ASAULT VICTIM. there would be STUDIES on this phenomenon. studies on the correlation between xenophilia and CSA history, in addition to just preference in general. alos really into the idea of them not being abl eto do anything penetrative if imbeing honest i think this idea rules. like it would require just a little too much bending of the most obvious truth (bug penis) to make it work so why not run with it. it also islike. just a realistic problem for them to have like this would be how it is..they would have to work around it and have issues iwht it.

as a starting point: how dirk thinks slick remembers him in a direct selfaware comparison to how he regards slick... even in canon dirk has the tendency to self-depreciate. like he has so much ego he is the MASTERMIND in planning (in his head) but he just genuinely hates himself and has absolutely no self-worth whatsoever so i find it likely that while dirk would get discharged feeling.... conflictedly positive...? over slick's treatment of him it would warp over the years until his perception of everything that happened has completely mutated. like he would RUMINATE over slick and what his fucking motives were for doing what he did for him and these thoughts would incubate. and thats the thing it's so fuckingbeautiful it's real life . like everyone has encounters where you meet someone random by chance and talk for a few hours and then never see each other again but you keep thikning about them in your mind if youre that kind of person. and then it comes to the way dirk handles this and he was with him for a longer period of time too. like. i feel like his MEMORY of the way things went would have the possibility of shifting too. so his perceptions of things change based on that. what he remembers of slick drawing funny caricatures of him he thinks about and thinks about until his mind settles on the fact that slick was actually genuinely making fun of him. just little things like that like very specific episodic memories. the bubbles htey are contained in in his mind each warp individually into their own little beast i guess is how i'm imagining it. i dont think dirk would ever settle on a firm "this is why" negative explanation for everything.different memories of that time just come to him and they all shift in turn to the most negative reasoning for what's happening in that scenario

IMAIGNE THIS SCENE Dirk sititng hunched in his bed with his arm around his legs brought up to his chest and he has his music playing and hes ruminating on slick and the way he changed his mentality forever andthinking about all those events and possibly indulging for like two seconds imagining meeting up with slick again and having genuine fun but he quickly stops thinking of thisbecause he's too self aware and gets embarrassed. and it's just like so dark and dismal and slowly zooming in on his face lost in thought. then it just suddenly cuts to slick getting like idk some battle wounds on his arm bandaged up by boxcars. ANd he's laughing saying Hahaha i look just like this kid i met in the hospital. He loved cutting himself up it was so fuckin sick. what was his name again? Ehhh forget it. then it cuts back to haunted dirk

in the end for the sake of more ongoing interactions they have reunited after the hospital events so the intense psychological exploration on dirk is technically noncanon although still important to explore.

#slickdirk #dirk strider #spades slick #csa mention #ask #nsft text #hospital dirk

[dmclemblems]

ajsdhgjkh yeah sorry shinon! he's good but i don't remember him ever being top for me, though i've probably done por 4 times and rd twice. i started using oscar because the nintendo power strategy guide said to plug the one bottleneck in the map on the chapter shinon and gatrie leave, because he's a brick wall. and they were right. he would never let me down etc etc. i think i gave him a custom forged lance called the BadGuyKiller. Kieran got the OscarBane, which was hot pink.

YEAHHHH SHISHI!!!

For some reason no matter how much I love other FE games, I always keep replaying the Tellius ones. I guess maybe in part it's because growing up I took to PoR a lot more? I started with FE7, but 7 and 8 weren't as strong for me and didn't keep me as interested. Also, I was kind of the shy nice girl growing up who stayed out of trouble, so I kind of grew up really admiring Ike. Even if I don't play either game for a year or two straight, I always come back to them and end up playing at least one of them once or twice through before taking a break again. Even though 4 is my favorite FE game, I guess between Tellius' gameplay, the characters and how I felt about those games growing up ends up pulling me back to them all the time.

NINTENDO POWER LITERALLY SAID USE OSCAR? Damn, I didn't give them enough credit. My sister subscribed to that magazine and I never read it. They're RIGHT though, I love plugging bottlenecks with him and Shinon. Chapter six is a pain in the ass but I rely on the two of them to cover the front, and in chapter eight I similarly have Oscar handle the front. Oscar dodges enough and he takes very low damage if he gets hit. My strategy was to keep a javelin equipped for most of chapter eight since a lot of the enemies used them as well, so he was always able to hit back and he took out the enemies in the front all by himself (which is pretty impressive at that point in the game considering how many enemies he'd be fighting by himself).

It's actually funny to me because he has no trouble at the front, but meanwhile Titania and Boyd are handling the right side of the map and kinda having trouble. Soren and Ike handle the left side (and eventually Ilyana if she even makes it down there in time to do much of anything lol), and I have Rhys run around healing as much as he can with Mia using her turns to shove him out of harm's way if he's in range of an enemy's distant attack when he's behind someone. Mia's too weak at that point for me to use her for anything else, so she's kinda just Rhys' support to keep him safe while he heals.

Agreed, Oscar never lets me down. IN FACT, IT'S ALMOST ALWAYS BOYD WHO LETS ME DOWN LMAO. Last run I did with a friend watching was fun because we were picking on Boyd lovingly. He was actually pretty damn for me in that run but whenever he screwed up we'd poke fun at him.

THAT'S SO FUNNY LOL. I love giving Oscar forged weapons. Actually, since they're so expensive if you want them to be really unique and not super close to an existing weapon that I don't make forged weapons that often at all. Generally Oscar is one of the few if not the only one in a playthrough who gets one. I always make it insanely OP, like, as OP as you literally make it lol. I make it green for him and give him all sorts of names for his weapons.

KIERAN GOT THE OSCARBANE AND IT WAS HOT PINK JUST LIEK HIS PERSONALITY. Kieran no you're supposed to fight the enemies, not your allies. SIR.

My friend in the playthrough I played with them watching tried to convince me not to use Oscar in chapter 28 and I firmly refused LOL. He basically handles the whole left side of the map by himself or has like, one other person with him helping out a little bit while Ike, Soren and Ranulf take the center and everyone else takes the right side.

Also this has nothing to do with Oscar but LISTEN. Have you ever put Vantage AND Adept on Ranulf? They behave differently in RD so it won't work the same, but in PoR Vantage always activates so your unit will always attack first if they're attacked by an enemy. Combine that with Adept and it's literally so broken because the sheer number of times I had Ranulf attack first and use Adept, attacking first twice and killing the enemy just for initiating combat was so bonkers it was like easy mode lmao.

It's kinda like when I discovered that putting Gamble on Shinon was stupid broken because he'd keep getting a 100 percent crit rate with a killer bow.

Oscar and Shinon are already broken and I somehow always seem to find ways to make them more broken. Then I got to add PoR Ranulf to that list... and honestly, once RD Ranulf gets Rend, he's basically as much of a monster as those two (especially if you're playing the endgame parts and you give him a Laguz Gem to be transformed for the entire battle LEL).

#nintendo power is a CHAMP for suggesting to use oscar The Correct Way (tm) #when I was younger and I first started playing PoR my sister convinced me that pre-promoted were ''bad'' #when I grew up I was SO MAD LOL bc she was basing that on playing FE7/8 #where generally pre-promoted units barring game soloer King Seth the Great weren't that great #(though I did use Saleh quite a bit... and to my recollection he wasn't bad) #and I literally SUFFERED trying to train Rolf bc of that. now I just train him enough to withstand that Blizzard #in chapter 18 in case he gets hit by it when I'm going down the corridor to reach Shinon #and basically once I get him back Rolf is benched for the rest of or most of the rest of the game hfkjsagjsg #BUT KNOWING THE SHINON I KNOW NOW I'M SO MAD SHE CONVINCED ME NOT TO USE HIM FKJSHJHFG #I can't remember what playthrough I finally started using him or why at this point #but I wouldn't be surprised if it had to do with me wanting to try out using a unit for a character I enjoyed #bc it always sucks when you can't/don't use characters you like #KINDA LIKE WHY I USUALLY BRING TORMOD TO THE TOWER OF GUIDANCE? #BC I'M RLY FUCKIN' MAD THAT HE'S HARDLY IN THE GAME AT ALL AND I NEED TO MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME??? #I angrily get Tormod to tier 3 level 20 at all cost bc RD did him so dirty with screentime #OH AND ALSO Geoffrey was another pre-promote I didn't use because of my sister LOL #nowadays I tend not to use him and Haar bc they join so late into the game and by then #most of my roster is pretty figured out while still making room for Ranulf prior to him and Haar joining #I use Geoffrey as much as I can in RD though because I love Geoffrey #also like ofc Shinon is gonna be behind everyone else for a bit when you get him back bc he's the same level he left at #it's like playing Tales of Phantasia and benching Chester permanently just bc he rejoins you at the same level you left him at fjksghjgsg #now I just like to meme about Shinon killing everything and how the AI actually works when it comes to Provoke #DCE Ask

[metalbuckaroo]

💋Unspoken Rule #4💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// smut, light fingering, unprotected sex, some sub!bucky, cursing, a smidgen of angst

🍒 AU// roommate!bucky x camgirl!reader

💋 NOTE// As always, requests and asks are open, feedback is appreciated 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

Over the next two weeks, two more videos were filmed. Both without kissing and not going any further than getting each other off without having sex, but also still as mind blowing as the first.

Bucky wanted to experience that high he couldn't reach himself. That no one else had gotten him to.

He didn't tell Steve or Sam about anything that had been happening, he knew there would be teasing and it would also blow the 'Soldat and Cherry' cover, so it became another unspoken rule.

He stopped trying to muffle the sounds he made as he watched the videos and ditched the headphones; making it obvious to you that he was still subscribed to watch videos that he could easily ask you to send him.

But, the sounds you could hear through his bedroom door were nothing compare to the ones muffled by the plastic mask when it came time to film another video.

A long talk about boundaries and keeping things casual, is what lead to the filming of the fourth video. Making sure both of you promised it would stay purely in videos. Nothing more.

Even as you laid against the throw blanket that covered your bed, completely bare besides the mask and wig as he tugged the glove on his right hand off. Bucky kept mentally repeating the promise.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when the cold leather and warm skin of his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, his cock twitching and eyes staying locked in on the glisten of your slit. His thumb ghosting over your clit to elicit a soft moan. "Don't tease." You exhaled, shifting around slightly under his piercing gaze.

Humming in response, Bucky ran two fingers through your folds. Coating the pads of his fingers with your slick before circling your sensitive bud.

The skillful work of his long, thick fingers had you convinced that your own would never be the same. The way they curled and stroked against your walls in the best way as your hands clutched the opening of his leather jacket. Quick to have your back arching from the mattress.

"Is my face in the shot?" Bucky said lowly when he leaned down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes looking to the small screen on the side of the camera to see his hair shielded his face. "No."

"Good, wanna kiss you." His gloved hand reached to pull the mask down, the steady thrust of his fingers on his right not faltering. "Ok, just don't stop." You nodded, catching his plump lips in yours.

The taste of his tongue just as you had imagined it to be when it slipped between your lips to press into yours. Both minty and sweet.

Bucky swallowed every sweet sound he pulled from you, making sure not to break away from the breathless kiss until you had rode your orgasm. Your teeth nipping at his bottom lip as your hands pressed against his chest. "Mask on and lay back." You mumbled against his lips as he removed his fingers.

Bucky's mind was racing just like it was the first time as you moved over him, his hands holding your waist and heart thumping away against his ribcage.

He always thought that all sex would feel the same, but this was different. He had a certain proud feeling when you whimpered softly once he was fully sheathed into the tight warmth of your cunt, the instant flutter of your walls making him groan softly.

You had never had such a full feeling, his tip brushing your cervix as you swiveled your hips. Laying your hands flat against his taut chest to keep steady and letting your head lull forward.

Starting slow and working up to a faster pace when you had adjusted as his hands slipped down to hold your hips.

It was hard to keep focus, the feeling of every ridged inch sliding against your walls sending sparks of pleasure through you starting to engulf you. Trying to pinpoint the pitch of Bucky's moans and pants to know when to slow down.

His fingers curled into the flesh of your ass, hips rolling gently under you as the swirling in the pit of his stomach started. Only to fade away when your hips slowed into a grind, his eyes snapping open to meet your hooded ones as you gave him a wicked smile.

Bucky lifted a hand to hold the back of your neck, pulling you down to whisper in your ear. "You're edging me?" He mumbled, biting back a groan when you wiggled against him. "Be a good boy, Soldat."

He couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him from the two words he told himself wouldn't have an effect on him, muttering a few curses in Russian as he moved his hand back to your hip.

The tensing of the muscles in his thighs quickly started again, his release being held off until he was desperate.

His head lifted from the pillow, brows scrunching up as he tried to guide you faster, your movement nearly stopping when he did. "Please, dear God, cherry." Bucky whined as his head fell back against the pillows, chest and neck flushed and sweat slicked. His mask not helping the hot huffs of breath that fanned right back into his face.

You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, and that's what made it even better. Watching as he tensed and wiggled under you in attempts to get the release he wanted- but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Being able to push as deep as he could go and fill you with his spend until you leaked around his base, would definitely be worth it.

Your throbbing clit ached for some kind of attention, but you weren't done with your fun of watching Bucky crack under you. The sturdy man muttering to himself to let him cum as his warm hand groped at your chest, gloved left caressing your waist and backside.

Needy whines promising he'd be good, telling you how amazing you felt stretching around him. Until his pleas and praises were enough to snap the coil.

Your fingers digging crescent moon shapes into the smooth skin of his chest as your orgasm took over completely. Mind fogging over for a brief moment.

"Oh, god- B-" your bit down harshly on your bottom lip to stop his name from rolling off of your tongue, falling forward against his hot chest as the aftershocks took over and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Giving him the opportunity to chase his own high.

Bending his knees to plant his feet flat against the mattress, Bucky's hands went under your ass, letting out a shaky breath as he chased his own high with rigorous thrusts that made you keen against his flush skin.

"Shit- oh, fuck- so good, cherry." He grunted, gripping your backside as his hips pistoned up into yours, quickly reaching his high. A guttural moan vibrating through his chest when he filled you with hot spurts of his release.

His hands stayed on you until you were out of his reach to turn off the camera, looking over his blissed out form one last time as he felt for the edge of the plastic face covering.

"Holy fuck..." He panted, almost ripping the mask from his face. "Good?" You giggled, slipping on one of his shirts that was on your dresser as he sat up. "Great, best ever." Bucky chuckled, eyes wandering down to where the tops of your inner thighs glistened from his spend leaking onto them before the hem of the shirt blocked the view.

"Beat you to the shower." You grinned, squinting your eyes at him as you backed towards the door. "That's not f- wait!" He called when you slipped out of the room, standing to follow after you.

"I wasn't paying attention, that wasn't fair." Bucky pointed a finger at you with a frown that made you laugh lightly. "Better luck next time."

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The next morning went as normal, Bucky left for work after breakfast, you took a trip to the grocery store. Only this time, you came back with something to talk to Bucky about.

He gave you a bright smile when he walked in the door, long legs carrying him over to where you were on the couch before he swiped the remote from your lap.

"Buck, I need to talk to you." You sighed, turning in your seat to face him. "'Bout what, cherry?" He said, shifting to be more comfortable as his knees parted more. "I, uh, I have a date next week so... I'm gonna do the next video solo." You nodded.

Bucky felt a pang in his heart, he promised everything was purely for videos, but he couldn't help the sliver of jealously that tainted his veins. "Does that mean- we're not gonna film together anymore?" He asked quietly, muting the TV so you had his full attention.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shrugged your shoulders. A part of you wanted to say no to the man at the store who asked you on a date, but he was nice and handsome.

"I don't know. This guy seems nice and all but, it was more of a- I don't want to decline your invitation because you're sweet, so one date won't hurt." You said, looking at where you hands were tugging a string on the couch cushion. "And you don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else days before the date. I understand." Bucky nodded his head, giving you a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Bucky." You mumbled, patting his leg before scooting closer. "Who is it?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you and hoping it didn't seem like a 'who's replacing me' type of question. "Cashier at the supermarket."

"He is pretty nice. Gives me extra coupons when I go." Bucky said, scrunching his nose up. "You're not mad, are you?"

He quickly shook his head and gave another smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Of course not, all for the videos, remember?"

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you leaned further into his side. "Yeah... for the videos."

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[raggaraddy]

Discipline- Maknae Line

How and why would Yandere Bangtan punish you?

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual interactions, yandere themes, Dom/sub-themes.

Playboy!Jimin

Unlike the other members, Jimin doesn't have a feeling of superiority over you. He doesn't see you as something helpless and vulnerable, or someone to control. He sees you as his other half. The problem is, is that he is extremely possessive and insecure, and that makes him unstable. He has put so much faith and trust into an ideal version of you, one that he created in his head, one that could feel exactly what he wanted and what he needed at all times. So whenever you don't live up to that expectation, when you fall short of predicting what he wants, he snaps.

Don't get me wrong, he isn't going to have a meltdown at every little thing, but enough of those little things build up into a clusterfuck of disappointment.

Look at last Tuesday for example.

- In the morning he wanted to hold your hand and cuddle in bed, but you got up and went to have breakfast instead.

- Next, when you were showering, he was hoping you would call him in to be with you. He wanted to be able to spend that little bit of extra time being close to you. But you didn't ask him.

- So while you showered he picked out the perfect outfit for your girl's-day-out lunch. But you refused to wear it, opting for something completely different. You didn't even thank him for the effort.

- Then the final straw came as you declined to take his credit card with you. If you were going out without him, he still wanted to be the one to spoil you. You might have thought you were being polite by not accepting his money, but he saw it as rejecting him.

So one temper tantrum later, a whole lot of smashed glass and a black eye you'd be too embarrassed to explain, you decided it was best to call and cancel with your friends. And besides, after Jimin gets mad, he apologizes a lot and becomes very sweet and gentle, so at least you had a day of pampering to look forward to.

Still, he'll leave you thinking back through the day trying so hard to figure out what it was that you did to upset him. He isn't going to tell you of course. That wouldn't make the connection real. You're supposed to just know what you did wrong!

Dom!Taehyung

There are two different situations in play for Taehyung. As a Dom, he knows and accepts that there are times when he will need to correct you. You crave discipline and submission and he is more than happy to accept the responsibility and give it to you.

Usually, you're his well behaved little girl, but sometimes even you mess up.

As every sub knows, sometimes you go from being playful and provocative to being a bratty smartass without even realizing it. Although, some times you might do it on purpose. And whether it was an accident or not, you know very well that brats get spanked or flogged until they're put back in their place and can't sit down.

And for those special times when you deliberately misbehave or when you genuinely upset him, he has a particular punishment reserved for you. Go ahead, tell him no. Roll your eyes at him. Order him around. He'll make time in his schedule to remind you how you should behave. And he is going to love hearing you beg when he takes you to the brink of ecstasy over and over only to deny you. Or worse, he'll make you cum over and over. And again, and again, and again, until your crying for mercy from being overstimulated.

But all of these are honestly things you enjoy. Even the worst of it, you love. You like being manhandled and controlled and being made to cry from pleasure and pain. It's part of the fun.

The problem comes with how and why Taehyung really punishes you. Any D/s relationship is supposed to come with free communication and clear boundaries. However, both of those are repellent to Tae. He wants a perfectly obedient toy, not someone with thoughts and opinions. So when you try to bring up any limits, when you ask him to slow down or god forbid, when you use your safe word, something cruel comes out of him. You never would think so few words about how you're disappointing him, or how he expected more from you, could feel so terrible. Especially when he backs those cold remarks up by removing his time and affection from you for a few days.

Don't worry though, things will go right back to normal once you come to him apologizing and crying for him to not discard you.

And he knows you will.

Mafia!Junkook

In the privacy of your own home, there isn't much that will make Jungkook mad. He's loving and caring, pretty easy going and so much fun to be with. But you will see all of that changes the second any outside attention is on him. Among his men and the public, he is a totally different person. There's a tightness to his jaw, a harshness to his stare. He's so controlled and intimidating, and he accepts nothing less than perfect compliance and respect from everyone.

So for when other people are around or on those good days when he lets you outside, there's a couple of things you'll need to quickly learn.

1. You belong to him. Jungkook doesn't let anyone take or even touch what's his and that applies to you also. You want to talk to someone else, you better ask permission first. And if by some horrible mistake someone starts to become too friendly with you, you better run back to Jungkook to let him deal with it.

2. You never question him. Not with a look, not with words. He tells you to do something, you say yes and move quick. Hell, if he tells you the sky is made of pancake batter, you thank him for letting you know and make sure to never ever say anything to the contrary.

3. You don't dare challenge him or risk embarrassing him. Like I said, you're his. And what kind of criminal organization could he run if he let even his own property stand up to him. While he would never give you the chance to make him look weak, if you did somehow happen to do so, he would need to make a very large and very public example out of you to smother any question to his leadership that you may have caused.

Break any of these guides and you should expect a swift reaction. Whether it be by physical means or by forcing you into a debased position, he will make sure he displays his authority.

In a sick way, he's kind of thankful when you do act out because it gives him the opportunity to provide a great lesson to his friends and enemies. He loves you but should you cross him, he'd be willing to beat you unconscious. So imagine what he'd do to them.

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[hoodieofholland]

Prove you something // Mob!Tom Smut

Summary: you get jealous over a meeting Tom have with another woman without your knowledge, and he has to prove you something.

Pairing: mob!tom x reader

Word count: ~4.5K

Warnings: smut (18+), fingering (f.), oral (f.), language.

A/n: I’m a sucker for mob!Tom, judge me, but these last contents we’ve been receiving for the past month are the blame. here we go again, enjoy.

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As a mob, Tom had to deal with a lot of different people throughout his busy day. You were used to the meetings all the time, even when it was past afternoon, hiting the midnight. Patiently, you'd wait your turn to share some good time with your boyfriend, unless he wanted you to stay for the day, besides him, in the conference room.

Today was slightly different. Tom was held for hours in the conference room, talking business, while you distracted yourself with some other work. But by the time it was around 7p.m., you were bored enough to walk up the place, wanting to know when he'd be over.

Wearing your favorite pyjamas, you walked through the silent house, and just as approaching the conference room, you heard an unusual type of voice.

"Listen, Tom, I'm not here to discuss the shitty situation..."

It got your attention, made you stop in your tracks to hear better, all because it was a female voice. Normally, Tom would always meet with men, them being the mob leaders around London. Not a woman.

You tried to sneak around and see if there were another voice in the room, but as soon as you put your ear to the door's thick wood, Harrison came up behind your figure, making you jump.

"Holy shit!" You screamed in whispers. "Jesus, Harrison, you scared the hell out of me!"

Harrison didn't make any effort to cover his laughter, making you shush him.

"Sneaking around, uh?" He teased through laughters. "You know what Tom says about listening behind closed doors. Someday it might come back to you".

Trying to contain your madness, you cross your arms around your chest and snort. "It's meant for you guys, you idiot. He's not talking about his girlfriend".

"Are you really sure?", still holding his teasing smile, he tilts his head a little. Eyeing the door again, he pouted. "Why didn't he invite you tonight, then?"

"Said it was some small business and wouldn't take that long". You shrugged, though you knew it was bullshit. Tom had already been inside that fucking room for what seemed forever. It wasn't any small business talk, for what it matters.

"I can tell you that there's not small talking inside there" he pointed his chin in the room's direction. "Melissa is right there".

A little confused, but still not wanting to give your feelings away, you stay cool with your voice. "Who is Melissa?"

Harrison’s eyes narrowed and you can tell he had no idea you didn’t know about a single thing that was going on inside there.

“Melissa. The majoriest woman in this whole fucking city. She’s, like, the only female mobster leader in England”. The emphasis in his voice made you feel the message he wanted to deliver. You felt even somewhat a little weak, as if the weight of the presence of that woman could be sensed in your lungs.

Harrison quirked a brow, waiting for your answer, but you didn’t say nothing. Why was Tom lying to you? Why he didn’t want you to know that this woman was right inside the room with him?

“Is he alone there?” You questioned Haz, who shakes his head negatively.

“No, I was there a couple of minutes ago. Just grabbing a cup of tea”. He lifted the mug on his hand. “There’s also her guard or something. The chick is a bit... ugh”

You felt the weight again. “What the fuck does ugh means?!”

Harrison was about to explain, but seeing your exasperated reaction, he just smiled teasingly again. “I think someone is jealous”.

You puffed your cheeks out in frustration, wanting to tug on your hair, or maybe on Harrison’s.

“You’re being ridiculous” you tried your best to sound neutral about the fact that your boyfriend was inside a not very large room with a woman you didn’t know nothing about, but it was getting harder as Harrison seemed like having some fun torturing you.

“Don’t worry, y/n, that’s not what I meant” he chuckled softly and gave you a apologetic smile. “It’s just business, that’s all. You know Tom is far from being suspicious”.

You knew that very well, and if you were being honest, that was not your concern. That didn’t make you less jealous, though. Tom was the most faithful man you knew, not only with you, but with his mates. He could do anything for you and he surely had already proved that you’re the only woman in his life.

Anyways, the thought of that powerful woman inside the fucking room was driving you mad.

“I wanna go inside”, you stated, already turning on your heels. Harrison was quick to grab your wrist, trying to stop you from entering the room.

“Y/n, what the fuck, he doesn’t want to-“

But you were too fast. Yanking the door open, you hear a slight gasp coming from Harrison and the entire room goes silent.

The first thing you notice is Tom, who were crudely interrupted by you. He looked tense with the conversation, eyes heavy, shoulders rigid. His elbow was supported by the large desk in front of his chair, while he seemed to gesticulate with his hand whilst talking to the woman, Melissa. His gaze was directed on you, a questioning look on his features, which didn’t softened like it always did when he talked to you.

“Sorry, I told her-“ Harrison was quick to say, but Tom interrupted him.

“What took you so long?” Ignoring your presence, without changing a single word with you, Tom averted his eyes to Harrison, who came out behind you and sat back at his chair.

“She wanted to come” he answered quietly, unsure of what to say.

Tom looked at you once more, face serious, as he seemed to calculate what say next.

“Why don’t you go wait in the living room, y/n?”

You open your mouth, just to close it again immediately. You didn’t recognize the way Tom was talking to you, almost harshly.

"What, Thomas? You don't enjoy a good woman's company? C'mon, let the girl sit with us" Melissa, who you just had the worry to look at said, putting her long polished nails over her chin. She eyed you up and down before speaking again. "What a beautiful girl you have, by the way. You didn't tell me she was all of that".

Tom closed his eyes briefly, jaw clenching, as he sighed heavily in frustration. You knew he was getting mad, and though you still didn't know why, you made up your mind.

"I'm fine, gonna wait in the room. Sorry for-"

"It's alright", he shook his head and looked back to Melissa. "It was good talking to you, but I need time to figure it out before we decide anything", Tom stood up from his chair and waited until the woman did the same. "I'm going to have a talk with my men and then I call you back".

Melissa smiled, but you could see very clearly that it was nothing but a false smile. "I'll keep in touch".

Tom just nodded once and waited for Melissa to walk out of the room, guided by Harrison, who was equally tense as he made his way to the door. Before she exited the room, Melissa had an eye on you again, a tiny smile making its presence on her face.

You shivered, too aware of the dangerous and power Harrison told you she held, clear in the way she wasn't afraid to show she was staring at you.

When the doors were closed, you couldn't lift your gaze from the floor. However, it was possible to see Tom by the corner of your eyes and the way he was supporting both of his hands on the desk, staring so intently at you that you bet he could see your goosebumps.

"Now that you have my attention", he started, voice deep. "Won't you say what was so important that you couldn't wait 'til I was over?"

You didn't say anything, neither looked at him, frozen on your spot.

"I'm talking to you".

His stern act had you conflicted. He would always use it in bed with you, but never got so mad at something that you did. Something that you didn't even know what was all about.

"You were taking too long, so I wanted to see if everything was alright", you answered, keeping your voice loud and clear enough, not wanting to give him the impression that you were intimidated by his words.

Tom snorted. "That's bullshit. I've already been out until later than this and you stayed in our room".

You roll your eyes, voice cheating you as the irritation consumes your thoughts. "Well, in these nights you weren't with a girl inside here".

Tom's face changed and a brow arched as a trace of a smirk made its way to his face. You had lost your though posture and you knew it.

"Are you jealous?" He chuckles, incredulous, "Really?"

You snort, unfolding your arms. Looking relaxed is the last thing you seem to be able to do right now, but also you didn't want to sound so immature being jealous over nothing.

"No, I am not. I'm just mad that... that you didn't tell me who you were meeting with." You corrected him, though you were too aware it was pretty much a lie. With an unwanted whine, you continue "And why you didn't let me in this time? You see, you just left a whole amount of suspicious things to my imagination."

Tom narrows his eyes, a mix of curiosity and confusion evident on his face.

"You don't actually believe it yourself, do you?" He questioned, a suspicious tone in his voice. A bit ashamed, you glanced down and nodded two times.

"I mean, Harrison just told me she's the biggest woman in London, or some shit like that" you shrugged involuntarily and felt tired, as you started to realise how silly you must be sounding.

It was pretty obvious to you that none of that should matter. Actually, it never did. Tom never turned his head to another woman but you, since you met. He never talked about any other girl than you, and you could tell he bragged about how much of a "lucky motherfucker" he was, as Harrison started complaining about Tom's random rambling just the other day.

Tom had done nothing but adored you since the first time he called you darling. And now you were overreacting because of a common meeting of his.

Tom sighed heavily and offered you his hand. Looking at it for one second, you reach for him, and he brings you closer. "That's probably my fault".

You tilt your head, not understanding his point. Tom sits down back on his chair e mention for you to take a seat on his thigh.

"Don't get me wrong, darling. I let you come to meetings only if I'm one hundred percent sure there's no harm on that. When I'm with friends, not my enemies" he caress two slender fingers through your cheek and you almost close your eyes in please, if it wasn't for his deep stare, full of concern and comprehension. "That woman is nothing but trouble for me and my men. She doesn't like us, I don't like her, but, apparently, one of my man messed up with one of her best one, so I was trying to settle everything down before one of us start a fucking fight about it. Obviously, she hates me and every single one of my mates, and that's why I didn't want you here today. My most important job is to keep you safe, y/n. I've already dragged you too far into this mess, I can't expose you even more."

By the look in his eyes, anyone could tell how Tom meant it. He worried about you and your protection had become a topic of discussions too much for your liking.

He shifts his position, making it more comfortable for you, hand resting in your cheek. His expression earned an even more stern look, almost in pain as he looked deeper in your eyes.

"Do you really think that you should worry about Melissa?" He asks, voice low and soft.

You didn't answer right away. Instead, you tugged at his white plain shirt's collar, breathing slowly as you tried to manifest more of your composure than before.

"A little" you confess, shrugging slightly as if it wasn't that big of a deal. But for Tom, it surely was.

"Darling... why would you be jealous over that woman?" The pad of his index finger touched in the slightest move your bottom lip, tracing delicate paths over it. "Why would you ever be jealous over any woman? You know I love you". He looked up once again, a brow arching as he seemed to doubt his own conviction. "Don't you know?"

You shake your head yes and bite your lip. "Of course I do".

"Then why did you have something in your imagination?"

You sigh quietly. "Yeah, it was silly", taking his free hand and in yours, you play with his fingers, trying to hide your embarrassment. "I'm sorry-"

"It's alright, love", he gives you a small yet sweet smile. "You see, I get jealous all the time. Much more than you do. Think it's fair enough".

You giggle. "Yes, you do. I hate that and did the same. Sorry".

Tom shakes his head and brings his face closer to yours, planting a soft kiss in the corner of your mouth. "What a silly little girl you are. How would you ever think I'd ever have eyes for another girl, when I've got the prettiest with me?"

You release a breathe, your grip at Tom's shirt stronger, pulling him closer. "You'd be really dumb if you did, yeah."

Tom smiles in your mouth and you do as well. "Guess I haven't been showing my girl how much I appreciate her properly lately" he whispers, heading his lips along your jaw, to chase a soft spot on your neck. "Tell me, love, would you like to feel it?" His low and seductive words sent a shiver right through your spine, making you release a quiet moan in anticipation.

"Do you want to feel how much I adore you?" He breaths in your neck, smelling your sweet scent, as carefully grabs your thighs to get you to straddle his lap. "How much I adore your pretty little moans and whines? Those wonderful sounds you make just for me?"

You nod yes, adjusting your position on Tom's lap, rubbing against his crotch on accident and feeling he grunt with the contact.

"Use your words, my love. Need to hear you". He insists, running both his hands to your ass, grabbing each cheek firmly. When you whine a timid 'yes', he smirks against your smooth skin. "Always so eager for me", with precise movements, he guides your hips to meet his, creating a perfect friction between both of you. You could feel his hard against your pulsing center, claiming for more.

Tom lets out a struggled sigh, as if he was holding himself back when feeling your center pressing against him. "See? Only you can make me this hard".

You gulp, trying to catch your breath as your hands make its way to his trousers, but Tom is quick to deny it and stop you. "No, pretty girl. As much as I'm aching to feel you right now, I need to prove you something" he smirks playfully. His right hand releases your bum and goes to your front, making a smooth path in his way to your breast. He put your hard nipples between two fingers, pulling it softly. You moan and move your hips over his lap. Tom's jaw tenses up. "Fuck, darling". He presses his hand firmly on your hip to settle you down, as you smile apologetic.

"Need you, Tom". You whine, arching your back so you were even closer to him.

"Yeah?" He smirks, hand going back to work, sliding inside your pyjamas' short. Tom's brows arch in surprise. "No panties?"

You bite your lip. "When I came down here, I was thinking that maybe we could do something. After you were done".

He chuckled a bit, his cocky smile showing off. "So you were planning on getting fucked in my office?" You only nod once, feeling your center pulse and your cheek heat up. "You dirty, dirty girl".

Tom reaches your pulsing core, a single digit sliding through your wet folds. "God, baby, you're so wet". You moan, letting your weight loose on top of Tom, whose strong arms could handle it. "I barely touched you".

"Stop teasing me, Tom" you claim, eyes closed, as you feel he was threatening to enter two fingers inside you, but collecting them all together again.

"Darling, I think you shouldn't have a word about anything today" he says calmly. "After all, you interrupted my meeting, messed my work up. All because you couldn't wait to get fucked. Do you think you were good, y/n?"

You swallow hard, voice trembling. "N-no".

Tom smiles satisfied. "Yes. Now, though you don't deserve any of that, I'm a man of my word, and I said I was going to show you what my girl is worth of". He gesticulates briefly and you have to take a few seconds to understand he wants you to get up.

You do so, waiting until he gets up too. Confused, you stare at him, who cups your face, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I want you to sit in my chair". He murmurs and you can't help the surprise in your face.

"Why's that?" You frown and he only gestures his head to the chair again. With no other choice, you find yourself doing as you were told.

It was a strange feeling, the soft material of his chair against the bare skin of your exposed leg, where your thin shorts couldn't reach. Strange, because nobody would ever sit on Tom's chair. It wasn't exactly a rule, but everyone did better than risking taking what was his, and that being the biggest and most imposing chair in the conference room, only he could sit there. And maybe that's what entertained him that moment, the sight of you in a place that held so much power as that chair.

It took a good few seconds for you to relax there, and Tom didn't take his eyes from you the whole time. Staring, he would lick his lips, arms crossed over his chest, making his muscular arms very visible for you.

"You know, you could do this. I can picture you sitting here, making demands", he says, as if he was deep in thoughts moments ago, approaching you with hungry eyes. He puts his hands over the chairs' arm rest and lean in you, smiling.

You feel your heart race and try to correct your breathing. "Really?" You arch a brow incredulously. "Don't think I could be so tough".

"You learn this with time, darling", he reassures you, "But I think we'd have to manage who'd be in charge from time to time. I can share it with you, but not give it all. Would you like that?" You knew that by this time he wasn't talking about the mob.

With a charming smile, Tom gets down on both knees and puts his hands in yours. "Yeah, I think", you say in a whisper, too concentrated in his actions to say otherwise or anything else.

"Mmm. You're such a delicate angel", he opens your legs slowly, grabbing the back of your knee to pull you in to him. You gasp in surprise, holding the arm rest to keep yourself steady. "I imagine how you'd look like taking control. Perfect, I know".

It was a sight to see, a powerful man like Tom on his knees, a position you never thought you'd see him at. He looked like he was at your mercy, under your control, just as if he was there to please you, though he still did take the command.

"Tom, please", you whine, not giving a care about sounding desperate anymore.

"Patient, my love. Wanna take my sweet time with you", he pats your leg so you can lift your hips to help him take off your shorts. "Cause that's what I appreciate doing with you. Take every single part of you, make you mine. Slowly". He brings you closer and you pant when he kisses the inner of your thigh, eyes never leaving yours. "Take care of my girl, as she deserves".

You feel yourself growing anxious as you tried to stay still when he brought his lips up to your core. "You smell so good, love. Can't wait to taste it". His lips make no hurry to reach your folds, hot breath hitting your aching center. He looks up at you, wicked smile, as his mouth hover you, teasing.

By this time, you’re already dripping, walls clenching around nothing for the expectation. Finally, you felt Tom's lips connecting with your pussy lips, skillful tongue smoothly licking your arousal, spreading it all over your core.

He put his tongue inside of you, tasting it, adoring the way you'd roll your eyes back with pleasure. "Sweet as fucking candy". He murmurs with his mouth against you, causing vibrations all over your cunt.

You moan when he flicks his tongue over your bud, and tug at his hair. The reaction comes right away and Tom moans against you, putting one of his fingers inside you, but not deep enough, waiting for you to adjust as your walls stretched deliciously. "Can feel you swallowing my finger, baby. You want me?”

"Tom", you whine, arching your back as Tom pushes his fingers deeper inside you. "Please. Gimme more".

"You want more, sweet girl?" Tom smirks, entering you as much as he could, adding a second finger to your pulsing core. You felt the cold of his silver ring against your hot skin, causing you to have goosebumps. Feeling you clench around him, Tom started fingering you, hands precisely moving to stuff you in the most raving way. He took his pace, fast enough to the sound of your wetness fill up the room.

He laps your bud once again, repeatedly, catching it between his lips once in a while and sucking, making you release a loud moan.

You tugged harder in his curls and that's when he realized you were close. "My beautiful girl is close? Can feel you clenching, baby."

You nod once, trying to catch your breath as your hips rock against his fingers. Tom took them out and you almost pulled his hair for that, but he soon replaced it with his firm tongue. "C'mon, darling, fuck yourself on my tongue".

You did so, not caring about your messed movements or your loud noises. Tom was right there, holding you hip down with one hand to keep you steady and stimulating your clit with his thumb with another. It was the most beautiful sight you could have and you were on the verge of your edge.

"You're- fuck, so fucking hot, Tom" you cry out, head falling back. "Shit! 'M close"

Tom started to fuck his tongue inside you again. Your toes curl, your belly burns and your heart couldn't beat faster. Tom grabbed the back of your legs and abruptly brought you closer to his face, keeping his tongue firm and thumb working on your bud. He replaced it with his two wet fingers for a moment, just to speak to you and coax your orgasm. “Look at you, baby, so, so beautiful when you’re coming. Fuck, wish they all could see what a pretty and dirty girl I’ve got right here, angel”.

You moan and Tom can tell you’re about to lose it, putting his tongue back to work. "That's it, love, cum on my tongue, make a sweet mess on my face".

You couldn't hold back anymore. Your whole body felt like sparkles, as you tightened your grip on Tom's hair, chest panting, muscles rigid, voice coming out as the loudest moan of your night. It’s all about you now, what you feel. Tom is right there, holding you, controlling your body squirming with his strong hands.

Tom helps you ride out your orgasm, tongue and fingers never leaving you. His noise bumped into your clit as he seemed to enjoy licking your juices, face still lost between your legs. But when you finally saw him again, you thought you could have another orgasm just from the look on his face.

"Fuck", you pant, still trying to catch your breath. "You're- you're all covered-"

Before you could even finish, Tom got up from his knees and took your face in between his hands, capturing your lips on his. The kiss was messy, clashing tongues and teeth, but it was all pleasure. You could taste yourself, take what Tom had left on his lips. It was sweet - a mix of both of you.

"You're a fucking mess right now" you tell him, a slight giggle coming out of your dry throat, wiping some of the wetness from his chin.

"I know", he smiles back at you, pecking your lips once more. He catches the fingers you used to clean his face and leads it to him mouth, sucking on them gently. "Proudly. Who else in this fucking world can have the pleasure of being a mess with your cum, eh?"

You shove his shoulders playfully and spin the chair. "Well, I think I could truly run things here. Feel very powerful now".

Tom puts his hand on the back of the chair to stop it from moving. "That's because you had me between your legs just a few seconds ago, love", he smirks "But I think we can manage that".

You get up from the chair and put your hands on the collar of his shirt, gripping it between your fingers. "Good", you look up at him, smiling devilishly. "First thing, though, I remember you were here to prove me something".

"Oh, darling" he chuckled darkly. "We surely are not finished yet".

#Tom Holland #tom holland kink #tom holland blurbs #Tom x reader #mob!tom #mob!tom x reader #hoodie of holland smut #Tom holland smut

[milkyway0885]

Im.not as happy with these as I I woth the sfw

Tw: spanking choking punishment

●~Nsfw~●

Pansexual and no you can't tell me other wise. He's closeted tho(ment to add this to the sfw woops) 

He's really big on consent, he was taken as a kid and forced to do shit for Miranda. So I Def see him as someone who needs your 100% consent. 

✨Size kink✨

This name Def punishes you. His punishments will range on what your comfortable with.being bratty? Spankings running your mouth? Open up cus his dick is all you're getting. 

If he's thinks you really need a good punishment he'll drag you out of the factory and then allow the lycans to watch as he fucks you senseless. Then he curses them out and take you back to the factory 

He's OK with aftercare he needs some work and a little guiding. 

Mirror sex thank you for your time 

He leaves hickeys in the most obvious places so it's hard to hide. 

He is a thigh man.

If you're ok with it he'll allow the lycans to have their fun with you as a punishment. 

Breeding kink, he loves the idea of you carrying his children but due to Miranda and the other lords he's hesitant in indulging in this kink. 

He's a man who will try everything at least once. 

He likes it when the both of you sit down and talk about what you're both ok with 

When he gets really dirty if you're clean or not he'll drag you into a shower. 

I feel like he also likes sex sloppy tho. I could see him with dirt and grease all over him and fucking you. He'd keep the dirt and grease away from your privates tho (keep that shit clean) 

He'll go down on you whether you're male or female doesn't matter to him. 

Suck him off he enjoys it and it's like stress relief 

He'd make you wear a sexy bunny costume. (Again whether you're male or female) 

He has a hair pulling kink, well it depends on the time pull his hair when you're in bed he'll love it but if you pull it while you're busy or out of the factory then you'll get a punishment 

He likes it when you wear a colar or choker he's made you, it's another way of showing that you're his and only his 

If you're comfy with the collar he'll attach a leash to it and when you're fucking he'll keep a good grip on the leash and be pulling it back 

✨Authority kink ✨

Slight checking kink, something about being able to control how much air is going to you just does something to him

He's about 6 1/2in long and 7in when fully erected. He has a few big views that pop out he's as thick as a beer can 💀

Sfw headcanons

#karl heisenberg #heisenberg factory #heisenberg x reader #x reader #res 8 #resident evil #headcanon

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

literally no thots head empty except for thinking abt redestro drinking w his innocent little darling. they've never even had a sip of alcohol before, isn't that precious! and even if they decline and say they aren't a drinker, he'll insist that one glass of wine or one sip of whiskey won't hurt! and he'll keep filling their cup even when they've said they've had enough until they're loose-limbed and slurring their words, with no strength to push him away when he manhandles them into his lap <3

Yesssssssshhh

He says that a glass of red wine is actually healthy thanks to the tannins and antioxidants in it. Just one glass won't get to them too badly! Another one? It's good, isn't it, his favorite Italian brand. He also has a French one if you'd like to compare; he can give you a fun little crash course in tasting..

Oh, you're a little dizzy? Now he feels so awful making a lightweight like you drink so much, here, come sit next to him and he'll let you recover a bit on his couch. It's only fair considering he was responsible for you ending up so drunk. Hmm...you should probably sleep the night off at his place. He wouldn't feel right letting you take the train and walk home alone when you're so vulnerable. He guides you with an arm on your waist the whole way to the limo to make sure you're steady as you walk, and he even puts his jacket over you so you're not too chilly.

He has a guest room, but he still worries about you getting sick in your sleep and not being able to reach you in time. His bed is large enough for the two of you anyway, and it's so comfortable! Have you ever slept on Egyptian cotton-and-silk fiber sheets? It's like laying on a cloud...

Things are a little fuzzy but you remember him undressing you, "just to help you into the bath" he'd said. You could faintly smell his soap on your skin as he washed you, and your face still felt so warm as you remembered it in bits and pieces.

Soon you're nodding off in his bed and you have such a wonderful, naughty dream. Someone's kissing you while making your entire body tingle and heat up, and you can't help but smile and giggle in in sleep. And then you wind up feeling so full and pleasantly hot, being kissed and caressed more. Someone's calling you a good girl and the praise makes you smile in your sleep again. And they keep telling you to say his name: Rikiya, Rikiya...You wake up a little bit and smile and sigh at how nice this Rikiya in your dream is making you feel, and you murmur little half-awake praises of how good "Riki-kun" feels.

When you wake up for real, your head is pounding and that pleasant fullness from before is gone and replaced with an ache that makes you want to curl up and cry. The soft breaths of Redestro as he nuzzles your neck in his sleep do too...and the realization that the two of you are naked as he holds you against him.

#.bnha #yandere bnha #tw: noncon #.redestro #yandere redestro #.myshit #fem darling

[nkhrchuwuya]

Hi! Congrats on 500 followers 🥳 super deserved! I'd like to participate in the event too 😄 I'll start pointing out how clumsy I am. U name it I'll get it: papercuts, bruises, twisting an ankle... very introverted but once you get past my walls I'm very loyal + could outtalk a parrot. Pretty independent, very indecisive and hardworking ,sometimes too much as my coping mechanism when things go wrong is overworking myself to exhaustion (as that's sth I can control and I'm a bit of a control freak

thank you so much anon! i hope you continue to enjoy the content i put out for you guys 😊

here's some chuu stuff for you:

at first chuuya reprimands you for your clumsiness. like he's genuinely concerned about you but there's also a dash of irritation like "why can't they get their shit together??". but the more he spends time with you and is the one taking care of you after a lil clumsy attack, the more he comes into terms with the fact that that's just how you are! and he becomes fine with it.

he does "clumsyproof" a lot of things in the penthouse for you of course. no sharp corners, a tipping-proof mug for you, not-glass wine glasses, the sticky things you put under a rug so they don't slip... it's up to you if you appreciate it at once or feel it's a little infantilizing, but he really just wants to look out for you.

your introversion means it takes a while for you to warm up to chuuya, so it's a pleasant surprise when he finally unlocks your talkative mode! he's great at being a chameleon around people- just part of his training- so while you were more reserved, he was too. the moment you unlock your doors for him, he also lets out the louder side of him, and you guys just vibe together!

if you ever mention that to him ("i could outtalk a parrot") he will lovingly call you his little parrot, no irony at all. especially when you're out rambling again. he says it with so much love it's so endearing even if the nickname's a little weird LOL

loves your independence. definitely lets you do your thing on your own without him hanging around, because he doesn't want to hamper that strong part of you. of course he'll still be around- one call or text away- but appreciates the extra saved braincells in not having to baby you that way. (of course, in the case that you want to be babied, he's right there too.)

gifts you a really special, rather antique coin one day, and you're like, "ok? what's this for?" and he says it's a lucky coin that'll help guide you to make choices. he knows your indecision can sometimes bother you, and an item that'll be able to at least knock out a little bit of your problems is something he'd provide. he teaches you the trick too, where you toss the coin and if you catch yourself thinking "i wish it was heads/tails" you pick the one your brain ends up revealing to you! he says he did it a lot as a youth in the mafia trying to figure out what chaos to do next lol.

will definitely make sure that you have all the resources to make your work life easier. whether that's an item (a gadget, a book) or support (someone to bring tea, or to remind that it's dinnertime) he tries to be there for you when he can.

somehow i can imagine him introducing you to the black lizard, and they're just so thrilled to meet you because he's hyped you up to such a ridiculous degree. not sitting down and ranting about you, just little things he drops like "oh yeah they'd like this." "this isn't safe for them lol clumsy ass" "i would die for a loyalty like that" and it's just a fun time with them, if you manage to put down your walls enough to let them in ^^

overall, chuuya enjoys your company because he somehow finds a mirror of himself in you, a little rash, a little always in danger, but entirely loyal and passionate about what they do.

#anonymous #chuuya's special someone event #nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd imagines #bsd x reader

[cloverfics]

dance with me ; tōru oikawa

warnings this is probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written, established relationship, mentions of tanaka x kiyoko, as well as bokuto x akaashi, mentions of weddings, and oikawa being annoying with nicknames

genre fluff

word count 1.3k

inspiration honestly, dance with me by beabadoobee ( such a pretty song )

synopsis oikawa hates when you overwork yourself, so he suggests dancing to get you away from your desk

author’s note first and foremost, happy new year everyone! i hope you’re all doing well and i wish you well ! sorry i didn’t post anything directly on, i’ve just been enjoying my time but i’m back. and i must say, i really did enjoy writing this one so i hope you guys like it too 🥺

also! i noticed there’s almost 500 of you guys and i just wanted to say thank you. i’ve had this blog for almost two years now and i’m grateful for all of you that followed. i went through a major change last year and i wonder if you any of you stayed nontheless, if not, i’m still thankful. i know i’m not very consistent and i think that’s okay, i’m trying my best to write what i think is worthy of being shown to you guys, i hope you don’t mind. i’ll still try better this year and i hope you’ll stay to watch me grow ! again, happy new year !

love, cloverfics ☘︎︎

Saying your perception of being an adult has changed over the years would be an understatement. How you went from dreaming about living on your own and having a job to wishing you were still a kid and being able to run around to an extent, you would never have the answer.

Having loads of work piled onto you, bills, school, it was stressful. And you wanted nothing more than to do nothing. But you knew if you started that, your load would get larger and you'd get lost in the heaps.

So, you glued yourself down to your computer chair and forced yourself to get it over with. Luckily you found your groove in the peace and quiet of your home, no sound other than the soft alternative you've come accustomed to. No, there was just that and quiet, no voices, no Oi—

"Honey, I'm home!" The rather loud voice that made your sweet serene scratch to a stop, jolted you forward. The tiniest bit of your herbal tea landing on your laptop. You thanked the Gods it didn't land on your papers, but if Oikawa had been any louder, who knows?

Not even a moment later was his presence barging through the door of your shared office. "Did you miss me, my sweets?" You cringed at the nickname.

"Please, never refer to me like that ever again." You said, a hint of humor in your voice. You placed your cup down before turning to face him. Clad in sweats, he had just returned from where he said he'd be all day. Practice.

Oikawa slumped momentarily at the disapproval of the nickname. Obviously thinking up something, you could tell those awful gears were turning in his head.

"How about Did you miss me, my empress?" He tried in a fabricated charming tone, waltzing his way over to you and your clutter.

You giggled. "Can't you just greet me like a normal person, ever?"

"There's no fun in that, love." A gentle kiss was pressed to your lips. It was soft, sweet, and quick. No matter it made you realize how much you had missed him all this time. Even with his borderline annoying antics, you had missed him.

Being locked up in your office with boatloads of papers and assignments had kept your mind off of him. It was a shame that after that very much needed peck that you had the urge to turn back to that computer and continue to work.

"What're we up to?" Oikawa placed a hand on the top of your chair, the other on your desk, nudging at your assignments.

"The usual." You answered monotonously, averting your attention back to the screen. You heard Oikawa's scoff.

"How long?" You hummed, leaning back in your chair. Peeling your eyes to look at him once again. Unlike before, his face was contorted into something serious.

You were aware how much Oikawa hated seeing your work like this. He thought it was damaging for you and he was right. But what was there for you to do?

"Someone's worried," Your teasing tone didn't pass by Oikawa like it usually did. His eyes connected with yours, worry and concern were the only emotions you were deciphering.

"I am. ___, seriously, how long?" It nearly made you wince, how serious Oikawa was. But you couldn't judge him, he obviously had the right.

You sighed, angling your head forward again. "Just a couple hours... is all."

"And did you take any breaks?"

A weak smile etched onto your face. You placed your fingertip onto the fine china, "To make tea."

Oikawa sighed, almost like it was in disappointment. "You can't doing this to yourself. I won't let you."

A tired groan left you. Deciding it was time to be left alone with your work again, you waved Oikawa off. "There's nothing more I can do, Toru. I have work to do and I can't just put it off."

His warm hand was placed a top of yours that was about to retreat, soon locking with your own fingers. "I know, but I can't stand it. Plus! You need to take more breaks," Oikawa urged but your face proved you were indifferent.

"Here. Let's take one now. I'm about to shower but I can spare some time to sweat a bit more, if you catch my drift." The face that was indifferent soon twisted into one of disgust, even if it was half serious.

"I don't think I want to catch your drift," You narrowed your eyes at Oikawa. But when he erupted in a fit of laughter is when they softened.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, my love. I meant let's dance. But if you really had your mind set on something else..." Oikawa trailed off. You scoffed, feeling yourself become flustered as you fell for one of his traps.

"What do you mean dance?"

Oikawa chuckled, departing from behind your chair and over to the speaker that still played that lo—fi music. "What else would I mean by dancing, honey?"

You sighed. You obviously didn't have your mind set on twirling around with Oikawa as a break but it's not like you minded either. And when he played a familiar classical tune is when you knew you really didn't mind.

"Wow, you really know how to get someone out of their chair, Toru." You eased up from the confines of your desk chair, stretching and letting your bones crack.

"What can I say, I know what you like..." Oikawa mused, making his way back over you. You made a small sound of surprise when he took your hand into his own and guided you to the middle of the office. The only part that wasn't taken up by drawers, desks, or chairs. Just you and Oikawa.

Oikawa hummed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands landing at your waist. "How long has it been since we danced like this?" He asked softly, chin landing on your shoulder.

"What was it? You sister's wedding—? No! Tanaka and Kiyoko's!" You both laughed in harmony as you reminisced on that day.

"What a pretty ceremony." You continued.

Oikawa followed, "We should've caught that bouquet but Bokuto just had to have it." He grumbled, you could tell some of his envy was true. You smiled remembering how upset he was when Bokuto lunged in front for him and Akaashi.

"It was sweet though. I can't wait for those two to get married." There was a window of silence after you said those words. You could those gears were turning in Oikawa's head again, but your own were going too.

"What about ours?" Oikawa whispered. Rather than being taken by surprise, you smiled wider. It was like he was reading your mind. You always wondered if Oikawa had gotten the bouquet that day would you guys be planning your wedding at this very second.

You leaned your head back a bit, signaling for Oikawa to lift his. Your gazes collided, "Whenever you want to start planning, just say the word."

Your answer seemed to have caught Oikawa off guard, seeing as he stopped swaying. "Really?" There was a specific twinkle in his eyes, and did you adore it.

"Yes, really—" Your confirmation was cut off by an excited pair of lips. You giggled against them, pleased to see that Oikawa was more than happy to start planning your wedding.

Oikawa pulled back, an excited expression that matched his lips on his face. "Good because I had this idea that we should—" Your mind, unfortunately, tuned out Oikawa's rambling of his plans for the future. All you could think about how the person who cared so dear for you was ready to get married to you.

There was good in becoming an adult, you supposed. You could be wed to the one who made these endless work nights all the better. Even if it was just dancing in your office.

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