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yakuza arranged marriage anyone??

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

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tw dubcon, noncon, drug use, mentions of murder, torture, minor character death, implied infidelity, human trafficking, blood, general yandere themes, smut, nsfw

“You know we’re not actually in a relationship, right?”

Oikawa grins, “The big, sparkly diamond ring I’ve got in my back pocket begs to differ.”

You fix him with an unimpressed look, which only serves to make his grin widen. He really can’t help himself when you get all worked up like this.

“I’m serious, Oikawa. Ring or no ring. Contract or no contract, I think it’s better for the both of us to just act like–”

“Act like this isn’t happening?”

“That’s not– you’re being difficult,” you huff. “I just meant that we don’t need to pretend to be all… coupley in the meantime. You’re free to see and do whatever you want, and… and so am I.”

It’s not a question exactly, there’s something distinctly uncertain in your tone. Are you seeking his permission or trying to reaffirm to yourself that you still have some semblance of freedom – romantic or otherwise – until the moment you walk down the aisle to bind yourself to him?

Neither thought sits particularly well with him, though before Oikawa can open his mouth to deliver a retort, you’re cutting him off. “And I’m not wearing the ring.”

“No? But I haven’t even shown it to you yet. I picked it out myself, and you know I have excellent taste.”

Your scowl deepens. “Would it kill you to take this seriously?”

“Like you are?” he parries. “You understand that you’re essentially giving me a free pass to fuck whoever I want while we’re engaged.”

He doesn’t miss the flicker of distaste that you try (and fail miserably) to hide. You’ve always been like that; wearing your emotions on your face, bare as the light of day. And while that’s an admirable trait in somebody else – one he admittedly finds more endearing than he should as far as you’re concerned – it won’t do you any favours in this world of his. The world you were born into, loathe as you seem to be to accept your part in it.

Admittedly, it does make it so very entertaining whenever he decides to push those delightful buttons of yours.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself perhaps, and lift your gaze to meet his.

“I don’t know why you even agreed to marry me, and honestly I don’t care. I'm doing this for my family, but if this whole thing falls apart before I ever make it down the aisle, I’ll sleep just fine. So by all means, fuck whoever you want, whenever you want, I promise you I won’t stop you – so long as you hold up your end of the bargain.”

Though you never raise your voice, there’s a fire that burns in your eyes, unwavering. Unflinching. And far from being put off by it, Oikawa’s thrilled.

“Fine,” he purrs, “but you’ll be wearing the ring.”

—

You’d asked for a year, and graciously, he’d agreed.

Oikawa’s waited a long, long time for this, another twelve months will hardly make a difference. Besides, there’s nothing stopping him from stealing you away every now and then; there’s meetings with the wedding planner, picking out a venue, organising caterers, going over the guest lists – all responsibilities he could technically pass off to someone else, but why deny himself the pleasure of your sparkling company when he has the chance?

And of course, there’s special occasions that people would traditionally want to celebrate with their soon to be spouses. Days like today; his 30th birthday.

He doesn’t bother informing you of this, because then he’d miss out on seeing your bright, sunny grin when you open the door, and how it falters when you realise that it’s him.

“Oh, Oikawa…”

Though it’s an admittedly poor effort, he’ll give you credit for trying to pretend that it’s not blatant disappointment leaching from your tone as you grip the edge of the door, your gaze darting over his shoulder quickly.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

Ah. His eyes drift downwards, taking in the short, summery dress, the light sweep of makeup across your pretty face. Spies the ‘fuck me’ heels sitting by the door, ready for you to slip on before you leave.

Date night, then. And on his birthday no less.

“Did you have plans?” he asks, plastering an innocent smile across his face. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

The answer is obviously yes, even if it weren’t clear from your outfit, he can see it written all over your expression.

Your fingers tighten a fraction on the door, “I assumed– I thought tonight you’d be out with your… friends.” Friends, bodyguards, lieutenants, brothers. His family, soon to be yours. “To celebrate, I mean. Today’s your birthday, right?”

Oikawa’s touched that you remember. Then again, perhaps he shouldn’t be – ever since he was a teenager, your father had essentially enforced your presence (yours and your brother’s) at any of their events, birthday celebrations no exception.

Another glance risked over his shoulder.

He shrugs easily, “We will be, later. For now I want you all to myself.”

You open your mouth, only to abruptly snap it shut, suddenly hesitant. Not without cause, he supposes. One thing to insist that your engagement with him doesn’t construe a proper relationship, another to openly admit you’re seeing somebody else while it’s his ring that glitters on your finger.

His smile widens. “Unless you have somewhere else to be?”

“… Not at all.”

Good girl.

He takes you to his favourite restaurant in the city. Wraps an arm low around your back and lets his thumb rub slowly – posessively – at your hip when the staff bow deeply and address him by name, ushering you both to a private room, his usual, out the back.

You’re quiet through dinner, picking at the food on your plate.

Normally it’d irritate him, push him to poke and prod until you came alive and played with him, however tonight he finds it oddly satisfying. Delightful, if only because he knows he’s the cause of your discomfort.

Did you manage to message your jilted lover before he swept you away for the night, or does the poor bastard think you’ve stood him up, he wonders.

“You know,” he begins, idly gazing down at his glass as he swirls the last dregs of whiskey, “I’ve been thinking that we need to amend our contract.”

You glance up sharply, and he only barely resists snickering. “What?”

“I think we should add a fidelity clause.” He pauses, lets the words sink in as he drains his glass in a single mouthful, “You seemed convinced I’d be fucking other people after we married, well, now you don’t have to worry.”

You blink. “But… I told you I didn’t care–”

“This way, if you catch me being unfaithful, both our marriage and the contract become null and void, and you can go on your merry way.”

Setting the now empty glass back on the table, Oikawa rests an arm on the back of his chair. For all your naivety, you’ve never been stupid. He can tell from the sudden tight, apprehensiveness in your features that you understand the subtle threat, yet it never hurts to hammer the point home, “Of course, that goes both ways, sweetheart.”

“Of course,” you echo back, your voice unsteady, and knock back the last of your wine.

Oikawa grins, “Another round?”

—

“Her brother’s outside,” Matsukawa informs him. “Demanding to see you.”

The night before his wedding, Oikawa stands at the sink of his bathroom, a damp face cloth in hand, wiping at the blood splattered along his face and neck. He’s already shed his shirt, dumped it on the floor – it’s likely beyond salvaging, the blood already in the process of drying. Another casualty to this lifestyle, though considering how much of a colossal fuck up this night’s already been, he can’t find it within himself to give a shit about one measely shirt.

Mattsun meets his gaze in the mirror, “Want me to get rid of him?” he asks.

Oikawa exhales, dropping the towel into the sink. His tattoos, the vibrant bursts of colour inked between swirling blacks and greys, stand stark against the pale skin of his torso, rising and falling with each measured breath. There’s a temptation for him to tell Mattsun to simply get rid of him. An even bigger temptation to march out there himself and soothe the monster raging beneath his skin with more blood.

Instead, he holds out a hand, to which Hanamaki quickly passes him a clean shirt to shrug on.

“No. Let him in.”

In truth, he’d been somewhat expecting a visit tonight, sending your brother to grovel for last minute clemency, though? Oikawa’s almost disappointed, he expected more from you.

Your glowering brother isn’t nearly as pretty to look at.

A few minutes later, dressed and clean, Oikawa makes his way into his study, ignoring the man already seated while he settles himself into the leather backed chair behind his desk. His right hand, Iwaizumi, lingers by the door, arms folded across his chest, scowling silently at their guest.

“Oikawa,” he grits out, his head inclining just a fraction – all the respect he can seem to muster for the man marrying his sister. His soon to be Oyabun, considering that after tomorrow, all that he was poised to inherit becomes Oikawa’s.

His answering smirk is practically vulpine. “Come to play white knight? Leaving it a bit late, don’t you think?”

“She doesn’t know I’m here,” he spits, eyes narrowing. “Tell me what I need to do to end this.”

“And what makes you think I’d be interested in that?”

And Oikawa has to give him credit; he doesn’t waste a beat, “Because you’re a greedy little fuck who enjoys manipulating people. Stop playing games and tell me what it is you want in exchange for breaking this engagement, and I’ll go.”

He laughs, lazily drumming his fingers along the edge of the ornate, wooden desk. “Always a charmer, Eita. I’m curious, though, are you here begging for her sake, or your own? Because you know as well as I do what’ll happen to you and your father if this wedding doesn’t go ahead.” There’s nothing kind in his expression as his lips curl upwards, “Is the price worth it?”

“God, you’re an asshole.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

Eita’s eyes narrow. “You know she hates this, right? Wants absolutely nothing to do with any of it. She had to beg our father for months just to be allowed to attend a normal school, and flat out refused to have any part in the business, to even be in the same room when it was being discussed – which was fine because he had me to do all that.”

“The prodigal son,” Oikawa mocks, earning himself a sneer in response.

“She wanted out, and we were so close to convincing him when he had to go fuck everything up. And because he’d spent years making bad decision after bad decision, running our family into the ground and then decided to screw over the wrong syndicate, he comes crawling to you, begging for help.”

“Such gratitude, as always.”

Eita scoffs, “Am I supposed to be grateful? It wasn’t enough to take over our territory and operations, was it? You had to take her too, and because she for some fucking reason loves the old bastard, she’s going along with it. I don’t give a shit about losing any of it, but she’s not gonna throw her life away for his sake, or mine. So I’ll ask you again, Oikawa; what do you want in exchange for letting her out of this?”

Interesting. Nothing he didn’t technically already know, or at least suspect, nevertheless… interesting. And with glittering eyes he leans in close. Smirks.

“As tempting an offer as that may be, I have everything I want.”

—

As the head of one of the largest Yakuza syndicates in the country, a small wedding was never an option. Hundreds of guests pour into the estate, all with the sole purpose of witnessing the two of you tying the knot in a beautiful, lavish ceremony. And it is a beautiful, lavish ceremony. Champagne towers and endless floral garlands falling between the glittering chandeliers, a string quartet plays as the wedding procession begins.

Your dress was technically the only thing he hadn’t had a hand in. He’d wondered earlier, staring at his reflection as he fixed the cuffs of his tuxedo jacket, what kind of wedding gown you’d chosen for yourself. After all, despite you agreeing to this marriage, you’d made no secret of your ambivalence towards the entire day, only giving input when Oikawa prodded.

There was always a possibility you’d choose something plain and dull, simply because you didn’t care enough to pick otherwise. As you walk down the aisle on your father’s arm, however, he realises he needn't have worried.

You’re perfect.

Heart-stoppingly beautiful in ivory lace and tulle, and though Iwa leans over, claps him on the shoulder and says something in his ear, Oikawa can’t hear a word of it. Can’t focus on anything – anyone – but you.

And your eyes are shining for all the wrong reasons, and yet he can’t bring himself to care when the elder Semi places your trembling hand in his. A perfect fit.

From there, the rest of the ceremony passes in a blur. Vows are spoken, yours somewhat apprehensively, and rings exchanged, and when the time comes to kiss his lovely bride, Oikawa obliges, his arm snakes around your waist and pulls you flush against him, dipping you to a flurry of raucous cheers and clapping.

You stand dutifully at his side as the hoard of well wishers come to congratulate him – the both of you, technically – and pay their respects, saying little beyond the expected pleasantries. All the while his thumb strokes along the back of the hand you have placed in his.

Cocktails. Dinner. Toasts. The cutting of the cake. Tossing your bouquet. Necessary traditions expected of you both, Oikawa suffers patiently through each of them until finally, it comes time for the two of you to leave.

The moment he has you alone, in the backseat of the wedding car, the last frayed tether of his self control snaps, and he’s on you.

Leaning across the seat, one hand cups the back of your neck, anchoring you in place as his parted lips crash greedily against your own, the other pulls at your skirt, blindly seeking the what awaits him beneath.

Oikawa can taste the notes of champagne on your lips, the sweet tartness of the chocolate dipped strawberries he watched you swipe from the dessert table before you left. Will your cunt taste as sweet, he wonders, his tongue sliding into your mouth in search of more.

“Tooru,” you gasp when he eventually draws back, a thin strand of spit connecting your mouths as you struggle to catch your breath. “Wait, just–”

“No,” he growls, tightening his grip and dragging you back in.

The force of it, his kiss, the weight of him bearing down on you has you sliding awkwardly back in the seat ‘til you’re almost horizontal. Despite that, you make no further attempts to dissuade him, letting him kiss you senseless.

Letting him ruck up your skirt and run his fingers along the seat of your lace panties.

Maybe because you know it’s pointless to fight when Oikawa’s made it clear has no interest in stopping or slowing down, maybe because you knocked back one too many glasses of champagne at the reception, or because you’re getting swept up along with it too – he doesn’t care for the reasons.

He’s been waiting all day to finally have you, and for years before that, and now that you’re irrevocably his, Oikawa fully intends on taking – and enjoying – what he’s owed.

The drive is fifteen minutes from the reception to the hotel, and by the time the driver pulls to a stop out front, Oikawa’s sliding those same panties off your smooth legs, pocketing them with a wicked grin. “Ready, sweetheart?” he purrs.

A little dazed, a little drunk, you only manage an unsteady nod, taking your husband’s proffered hand to step from the car and hastily adjust your dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. A waste of time, in his opinion, considering what he has planned for you, still, sort of cute, in its own way.

The clerk behind the counter is friendly enough, smiling politely and congratulating the two of you as he passes across the keys to the honeymoon suite. The second the doors to the elevator slide closed, Oikawa’s on you again, shoving you back against the mirrored wall, latching onto your neck, sucking and nibbling on the delicate flesh and palming at your tits as you throw your head back and heave a breathy sigh.

Your wedding dress, beautiful as it is, doesn’t make it much further than the front door, Oikawa’s fingers scrabbling to rip open the fastenings at the back, buttons scattering across the floor as it yields to him. And he’s enough of a gentleman to help you out of the wreckage of your dress, though he makes no effort to hide the way he stares hungrily, eyes darkening as you’re bared completely before him.

The curve of your breast, nipples peaking from arousal, those lovely, soft thighs he’s been waiting to dig his fingers into, the pretty little pussy you shyly try to hide from him, glistening from his earlier attention–

His cock twitches in anticipation.

Fuck.

“No bra?” he teases, as if his voice hasn’t dropped an octave at the sight of you. “And here I was looking forward to unwrapping my pretty bride on our wedding night.”

He watches your brow furrow as the soft dig works its way through your tipsy haze, and before you can let yourself get upset by it, Oikawa grabs you again. Kisses your lips fleetingly and grings, tugging you towards the bed covered in rose petals, shrugging off his tuxedo jacket and tossing it aside as he does so.

“Lie down for me,” he commands, working on the buttons of his shirt, his bow tie already lost somewhere in the fray. “On your back.”

Obediently you settle on the mattress, propped up on your elbows as he sheds that too. Through glazed eyes you stare at him. At his bared chest–

No, he realises belatedly. You’re staring at his tattoos, your eyes trailing from his forearm to his bicep, rounding his shoulder and down his pectoral, following the snarling red dragon that curls up his right arm, the oni and the twin snakes baring their fangs on the left.

This is the first time you’ve seen them, yes, but they shouldn’t come as a surprise. Both your brother and father have their own, it’s the mark of the Yakuza, and yet you seem entranced by his, staring at them with something akin to wonder.

“See something you like?” he asks, chuckling when you pointedly ignore him.

His ego stroked, he settles down on his knees at the foot of the bed. Holding you by your hips, Oikawa hauls you forward, ignoring your startled squeak, and nudges your thighs further apart. Licks his lips and lifts his lust darkened eyes to meet your own.

He watches you inhale, a flutter of trepidation teasing at the edges of your expression.

All you can seem to manage is a shaky, “Please.”

And he doesn’t know if you’re asking him to stop, or slow down or if it’s a plea for him to hurry up and get on with it. Again, it hardly matters – he has no intention of letting up tonight.

Leaning in, his nose skims along your inner thigh before he comes face to face with your pussy. Warm and glistening, clit nice and puffy, he’s waited long enough to taste you.

His mouth descends, tongue dragging along your pussy with broad strokes that have you gasping, jerking in his hold. It’s not the sweetness of your lips, still, there’s something heavenly about the taste of your cunt, the soft, feminine musk that envelops him. He moans against your sex, the vibrations drawing another whimpering breath as your hips arc up, gently rolling against his face in search of more friction.

Fuck that’s hot.

Oikawa teases at your clit, drawing the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking gently, letting the very tip of his tongue flick at it, before returning to lap at your folds.

“T-Tooru–”

A moan slips from you, your hips bucking as his tongue delves deeper, pushing between your slick folds, sucking and slurping, waggling his tongue back and forth to drive you to the point of madness. Your hands fist at the white sheets, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to try and stifle all of your pretty noises while he eats you out, tits heaving with every stuttered breath.

Now that just won’t do.

Adjusting his grip, Oikawa breaks away and instead brings his fingers to your cunt, teasing at your lower lips, before finally sliding two fingers inside of you with a smirk.

And your pussy’s so wet, so fucking needy, clinging to the digits as they slowly stretch your tight little hole out. It’s not enough. He knows it’s not enough, sees the frustration pinching at your face every time you chase his fingers when they withdraw. He can’t resist holding out just a little while longer, though.

Call it male pride, the twisted satisfaction that coils deep in his guts at the sight of you desperate and fighting against yourself to beg him for what you truly want– and he hasn’t even started fucking you yet.

“You wanna cum, don’t you baby?” he croons softly, “Just tell me what my pretty little wife needs.”

It takes a minute or two of that slow, agonising pace, but as you writhe and whine and jerk against his hold, finally your pride gives way. “Please!” you pant. “Please Tooru, more. I-I need more. Just hurry up and fuck me!”

He chuckles darkly, curling his fingers inside of you to rub at your g-spot as he leans down and resumes sucking at your neglected clit.

Whatever his wife wants.

—

Oikawa takes a slow drag of his cigarette, the tip glowing cherry red in the dark, and exhales into the cool night air.

“Whose?” he asks.

Iwa shrugs, “Dunno yet. Mattsun reckons one of the Osaka assholes trying to cut into our territory. So far they aren’t talking.”

Oikawa’s attention shifts for a moment. Sure enough, the last two gang members have been dragged off to have a chat with Makki and Matsukawa. The latter of the two currently straddling one of them, beating him into the ground, Makki tightly gripping the other’s face forcing him to watch.

There’s nothing but cold certainty in his voice when he simply says, “They will.”

He drops the cigarette to the ground and grinds the smoldering embers beneath the heel of his shoe. Without another word he strides into the warehouse – a makeshift den.

The bodies haven’t been touched yet, lying where they fell in pools of congealing blood, scattered bullet casings littering the ground around them. Oikawa pays them no mind. Instead he glances at the pallets strewn across the warehouse floor, brick upon brick of drugs, cocaine, meth, bundled baggies of non-descript little pills. More than he can count, at any rate.

And there’s cases of weapons too. Nothing flash or fancy, but guns are guns, and Oikawa’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Iwa’s silent beside him, gazing around the room with a shrewd look in his eye, likely trying to calculate the street value of it all.

Ever the businessman.

Oikawa smirks.

Drugs will sell no matter what they’re cut with. It’s impossible to tell the quality by sight alone – retrieving his switchblade from his jacket pocket, he slices one of the bricks open, dips a finger in and swipes it along his gums.

It takes only a second for that familiar rush of euphoria to wash over him, a pleasant shiver rolling down his spine. He grins. “It’s good. Pure.” A glance to Iwa, watching at his side, “How much?”

“Gotta be more than 300 pounds here.”

And fuck if he doesn’t like the sound of that. Oikawa whistles, unable to hide the smug satisfaction on his face.

“There’s girls too,” Yahaba, one of his men, says, stalking in from the back. “Mad Dog’s with ‘em.”

Five of them, he counts when he follows his lieutenant, huddled up out by the rear entrance, cringing away from the scowling blond who looks as if he’d love nothing more than to tear them apart, one after the other.

Part of the shipment, or merely entertainment, he wonders.

He steps closer, grabs one of the girl’s faces and forces it upwards, tilting it this way and that, studying her like a prize mare at auction. Clear eyes. Clean hair. No sign of bruising under the thickly applied – now smudged – makeup. Girls fresh off the proverbial boat tended to be drugged to high heaven to keep them compliant.

Even their clothes, the scraps they still have on at least, point towards a more established lifestyle.

Escorts, no doubt, brought along by the men for some entertainment while they guarded their stash before transport.

Shoving her away, Oikawa exhales, bringing his hand to his chin as he ponders the options.

Nobody will miss the girls if he orders Kyoutani and Yahaba to kill them. Either they’re owned by the same people who shipped in the drugs and the weapons, in which case their deaths’ll be chalked up to being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or they have a pimp, who beyond the loss of income, won’t give a shit.

No one kicks up a fuss over a few dead whores.

And even if they did, Oikawa owns the working girls in this city, this is his fucking turf. They should know better than to send their girls out here.

Yahaba and Kyoutani are both watching him carefully, awaiting the order. They wouldn’t so much as blink if he told them to cut the girls down right where they stood.

If he were feeling particularly generous, he could let them go, run on back home to whatever brothel they crawled out of. Unfortunately for them, he’s all too aware that the only things girls like them are quicker to open than their legs are their mouths, and that just won’t do.

At the end of the day, though, a whore’s a whore; they’ll make money one way or another. Even the ugly ones.

“Take them back to Hirama’s, she’ll find work for them. Who knows, Mad Dog,” he says, throwing his enforcer a wry grin and a wink, “If you’re lucky, she might even let you fuck one of them first.”

The blond scowls, even under the flickering lights he can’t hide the pink flush that stains his cheeks.

Iwa raises an eyebrow, snickering at Kyoutani’s expense, “You think so? I thought she was still pissed at him for breaking the last one.”

“Mad Dog just likes to play rough, that’s all,” he smirks. “Hirama knows that, and besides, she owes me a favour.”

The girls are already out of his mind as he turns to leave, carrying on his conversation with Iwa. Tonight’s endeavours have been surprisingly fruitful – enough that he can’t justify being pissed off at getting called away in the middle of fucking his wife.

That doesn’t mean he isn’t itching to return.

He’s almost at the warehouse door when a clamour breaks out behind him. Yahaba curses, a few of the girls shout, and there’s a gasped “Wait!” called out.

Oikawa whirls to find one of the escorts, a slight blonde with painted red lips and wide doe eyes, ducking out from under Kyoutani’s outstretched arm.

She ignores the snarl from Kyoutani, the pistol Iwaizumi instinctively whips out, focused wholly on him as she grabs at his arm and clings to it, presses her lithe, scantily clad body close, “Wait,” she says, tears glimmering in her eyes even as she tries for a convincing sultry look, “Don’t send me away, I– we could–”

He doesn’t wait to hear what the two of them could do, backhanding her hard enough that she sprawls to the ground with a ugly cry.

“Whores don’t get to touch,” he sneers, spitting on her curled up figure for good measure.

Good mood all but evaporated, he meets Kyoutani’s eye as the blond snaps forward to grab her by the arm and roughly haul her back to her feet.

“If they decide to be difficult, get rid of them.”

—

She made us. She’s pissed.

Oikawa glances up at the approaching sound of your heels clicking against the marble floor. Quick. Agitated. Kunimi wasn’t wrong, it seems.

Mere seconds later, the door to his study is thrown open, and in you stalk; a storm of beautiful fury. “You’re having me followed?!”

Smoothly, he pockets his phone and rises to his feet. “Ah, there you are, sweetheart. I was wondering when you’d be getting back.” He takes a long, lingering look at your outfit; the red knit, halter dress that clings so beautifully to the curves of your body. “Gone for hours at a time, dressed like that… What’s a husband to do?”

The grin on his face is nothing short of a challenge.

“So you think I’m cheating on you, is that it?” you spit, crossing your arms over your chest. “You really think so little of me?”

He comes out from behind his desk and mimics your posture, arms folded as he leans back against the varnished surface and meets your narrowed gaze. “Do I need to remind you, baby, of what’d happen if you were?”

And if he weren’t staring at you so intently, if he didn’t know your expressions and body language inside and out, perhaps he might’ve missed that tiny flicker of fear in your eyes.

Not a confirmation exactly, yet enough for him to know he’s not entirely off the mark, and oh how that makes him burn.

“You’d… divorce me and take away my family’s protection,” you mutter, your tone more petulant now than angry.

Oikawa nods, “On paper, yes.”

“On pa– what do you mean on paper?”

His lips curl into a cruel smile, “That was our deal, wasn’t it? Either one of us cheats, and our contract becomes void.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “That’s what I just–”

“That’s all. The contract becomes void on paper. It means that if I decide I want to get rid of your father myself, no one’ll stop me. No one would fucking dare.” He pushes off the desk and closes in on you – a tiger stalking its prey. “And that brother of yours. Your shining white knight. What do you think I’ll do to him?”

His voice is soft, sweet almost. A loving caress, if not for the terrible words he speaks. But he wants you afraid, wants you terrified. Two fingers gently tilt your chin upwards, and he basks in the way you flinch from him, the alarm you seem so desperate to tamp down bleeding all over your lovely face.

“And me?” you whisper. Would you kill me too, he reads in your eyes.

“You really think so little of me?” he parrots back, sickly satisfied when your stricken expression stutters. “You’re my wife; I love you, you know that. Why would I go to all the trouble of making you mine just to throw you away so heartlessly?”

He sees the flicker of confusion in your eyes, and the moment your lips part he’s kissing you, tamping down any protest. Devouring, though, would probably be a better word. Kissing to bruise, to hurt. To claim. Teeth harshly nipping at your bottom lip, Oikawa moans when he tastes the coppery tang of blood on his tongue.

It’s not enough, though.

You make the mistake of trying to wriggle out of his hold, whining pathetically into the kiss, and the last meagre tether on his composure snaps. The desk is only feet away, but he doesn’t have the patience to drag you over to it when the wall is right fucking there.

Breaking away, he grabs your sides and roughly spins you around, slamming you back against the door hard enough for a pained gasp to leave your lips.

“Tooru– Tooru, wait, please!”

No. He’s never been cruel to you – not how men can truly be cruel – tonight, though, he can’t be bothered caring about the tears spilling from your lashes or the panicked shriek you give when he hikes up the skirt of your dress and yanks your panties aside.

“I haven’t– I wouldn’t–” you keep babbling – he pays it no mind as he hurriedly frees his cock from his pants and lines himself up.

“You’re mine,” he hisses, sheathing himself inside of you with one hard, brutal thrust. “My pretty wife.”

Your cries are louder now, agonised and wailing, Oikawa’s long past the point of caring, though. His staff know better than to pry, and his men won’t intercede on matters between their Oyabun and his wife, no matter how loud you get.

This is between you and him.

“You think I don’t know about the texts you hide?” Another thrust. “The calls, late at night? Your disappearing act last week?” His hips clap against your backside, his pace vicious and unrelenting.

The dryness of your cunt makes it an unpleasant start, yet it hardly takes long before your syrupy slick begins to coat his length, easing his passage no matter how violently he pounds into you.

And despite your whimpers and hitched pleas, how you struggle fruitlessly against him, the plush, velvety walls of your heat cling to his cock, sucking him deeper with each fevered stroke. He pushes himself closer to you, buries his face in your hair and breathes deep, relishing how you shake and tremble as he stuffs you full, your poor little pussy moulding to the shape of his dick.

As if he can imprint himself permanently inside of you if he just fucks you well enough.

The door shakes against its stop every time he slams you against it, and that, plus your sweet sobs and the panting breaths you share, is almost enough to drown out the slick, gushing sound coming from your pussy and the rapid paps of his balls hitting your top of your thighs.

Almost, but not quite.

He’ll never tire of fucking you, not when your cunt’s so warm and you feel this good squeezing and fluttering around him. Oikawa’d rather die than ever give this up, and with a fist tangled in your hair, he yanks your head back to whisper as much in your ear. Drags his hungry mouth over your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft, supple flesh for good measure.

You shudder around him, and he groans in pleasure. His wife. His.

“I haven’t… fucked him,” you gasp out, mewling as his cock hits a sweet spot, deep inside of you. “It’s not like that.”

His expression darkens, a scowl twisting at his lips at the mention of your would-be lover. “End it,” he snarls, “or I’ll kill him myself.”

—

Less than two weeks later, Oikawa's being driven to an important meeting when Iwaizumi’s phone suddenly blares to life.

He pays it no mind, content to let his oldest friend handle whatever issue has sprung up while he busies himself with retrieving his cigarette case from the breast pocket of his jacket. Flicking the silver lid open, Oikawa slips one out and mindlessly offers the case to Iwa – who ignores it entirely – as he pats his other pockets in search of his lighter.

“When?”

He knows that flat tone all too well, and glances up sharply to find Iwa staring ahead, his jaw set, face grim. Whoever’s on the other end of the line speaks for a moment more, the volume too low for him to discern what they’re saying. Whatever it is seemingly does little to set Iwa at ease.

“Fuck… Alright, get back to the house. Tell Makki and whoever else is there not to let her out of their sight ‘til we get back.”

“What is it?”

Iwa sighs, pocketing his phone and pressing the button to lower the partition between them and the driver, “There was a drive-by downtown fifteen minutes ago. Semi Takuma’s dead.”

—

For a man who once helmed one of Tokyo’s most formidable syndicates, your father’s funeral draws a pitifully small turnout.

Oikawa could blame the weather, the dreary grey sky and the rain clouds that show no sign of letting up for keeping mourners away. The truth of the matter, however, is simply that by the end of his life, Semi Takuma’s friends were few and far between. He recognises all bar a few of the faces in the crowd, most of them from his own family, there not to pay respect to the dead – the elder Semi inspired little of that – but in support of you, the beloved wife of their Oyabun.

Clinging to his side under the awning, your face wet with fresh tears and eyes puffy and rimmed red from the countless that had come before. Perhaps the only true mourner in attendance. Not even your brother, standing stone faced at the temple doors, greeting those who’ve bothered to turn up, seems to be able to muster much grief for the man he called a father.

Briefly, it occurred to him that you might’ve been the one behind the hit. A cold hearted, calculating move to be sure, still, even you must recognise what you’d stand to gain in removing a bargaining chip from the board.

Could you do it? Kill the man who raised you? Who loved you, and sold you like cattle to save his own skin despite it? You’re not like Oikawa, you’re not even like your brother; you’ve never had the heart for their kind of corruption. He’d never peg you as a killer, even via proxy, but… maybe he’d pushed you too far that night in his study.

Desperate people do desperate things.

And yet Oikawa hadn’t come home that day to crocodile tears or smirking pride, only pain and heartbreak and clenched fists beating at his chest as you sobbed yourself hoarse and broke against him.

‘You promised! You promised you’d protect him!’

He’d taken the blows, held you tight until the tears subsided. Kissed you so tenderly as your fingers curled into his shirt and you buried your face above his beating heart.

It’d be a lie to say that he cares one way or another about your father’s death beyond the implication of trouble brewing, but this – your sweet dependency, how desperate you’ve become for any semblance of comfort in his arms (however temporarily) – Oikawa wouldn’t trade this for the world.

He sighs heavily, dropping a kiss to the crown of your head. “We gotta go in. It’s almost time.”

Finally, you lift your face, lips parting to say something, only to fall silent instead, your expression morphing into one of shock as you spy something over his shoulder.

Oikawa turns sharply, following your gaze. Sure enough, standing under an umbrella near the old, wooden pillars by the temple gates is a dark haired man dressed in a black suit. Familiar, though when he racks his brain to try and place from where, he comes up with a blank. That in itself is enough to unsettle him.

And while there’s nothing threatening in his stance, no obvious bump or crease in the line of his suit to suggest a concealed weapon, he knows better than to assume this stranger isn’t carrying, much less that he isn’t a possible threat.

Oikawa hasn’t gotten to where he is today by ignoring his gut.

“Tooru,” your voice is quiet. Hoarse. And though you clutch at his larger hand, tugging at it with insistence, he doesn’t budge. “Let’s go inside. Please, Tooru, I can’t– I can’t do this without you.”

Your father was not a well loved man, and they’ve yet to find any solid leads as to who’s responsible for the hit against him. If the man by the gate had so much as a hand in it–

He makes a snap decision. “Stay with Iwa,” he orders, prying his hand from your grip with what little gentleness he can muster. “If he tells you to do something, you do it.” Even as he spits the words, hears the sharp hitch in your breath as your fingers scrabble to keep their grip on him, his attention remains firmly fixed on the dark haired figure.

Yet the stranger makes no move to enter the temple grounds, seemingly content standing in the rain under the cover of his umbrella, staring right back at Oikawa.

… No. Not at him, he realises after a beat. He’s staring at you.

“Tooru, don’t!” you cry.

Two words.

With a painful slowness, he turns back to look at you. Narrowed eyes sweeping across your face, studying it with a frightening intensity. You’ve never been able to hide your feelings from him; he can read you like a book, knows you like the back of his hand.

Your expression is twisted. Agonised, but not with the raw, aching grief you’ve succumbed to over the past few days.

It’s fear that shines in those beautiful eyes of yours.

Panic.

Two words, a tightening grip, and Oikawa understands.

“Please,” you beg, clutching at him desperately. “We’ll go inside and just forget all about this, okay? I told him not to come, I swear! I-I told him–”

You’re starting to hyperventilate, short, squeaking breaths shaking your frame. Like a bunny, cornered and frightened, cowering from the jaws of the big, bad wolf.

He grins. Takes both of your trembling hands in his, lifts them to his lips and presses a soft kiss to the back of each. Kisses the glittering diamond atop your ring finger last of all. “Baby,” he purrs, silk over a razor’s edge, “Do what I tell you. Stay with Iwaizumi.”

His second is already there. Has been since the moment he clocked the interloper, maybe even before Oikawa did. Without a word he takes you from Oikawa, sweeps you back with a strong arm curled around your waist and holds you there, struggling pitifully against him. Mere feet away your brother watches on, jaw set, hands clenched into fists by his side, glaring at the both of them as you beg and cry softly in Iwa’s arms.

Oikawa doesn’t even bother acknowledging his presence. Eita can glower and sneer all he likes, they both know he won’t interject. Not with this. Not against them.

Not even for you.

Pulling his umbrella from the stand, Oikawa opens it with a flourish, spares you one last grin, and steps out into the lashing rain.

“Relax, pretty girl. He and I are just gonna have a friendly chat, that’s all!”

The sound of your sweet begging follows him until distance and the rain drown them out.

Closer now, he gets a better look at the man who fancies himself in love with you (and he’d have to be to risk coming here, knowing who your husband is).

His face is pretty enough, he supposes, fine, delicate features with eyes a piercing, gunmetal blue. His hair’s short, dark – messy and windswept – and yet the rest of his appearance; the well tailored suit, polished black oxfords, even the watch that pokes out from under his sleeve; they give the impression of someone put together. Methodical, even.

He can’t be much older than Oikawa, if he’s older at all, and he stands a few inches shorter, his build perhaps a fraction slighter. And if the man has tattoos – if he’s from another syndicate – they’re covered as his are, hidden beneath his clothes.

Unlike Oikawa, though, he isn’t smiling.

“You know who I am.”

It’s not a question, he doesn’t phrase it as such, however the dark haired stranger nods anyway; a short, sharp jerk of his chin. “Oikawa Tooru. I know plenty,” he replies bluntly.

“Good,” he says. “Now, I have a funeral to get to, a grieving wife to comfort, so I’ll make this quick. Showing your face here today was a ballsy move, I’ll give you that, it was also incredibly stupid. See, the thing is; I love my wife. More than some little shit like you could possibly begin to understand, but I’d sooner chain her to our bed and break every bone in her fucking body than let her touch another man, much less leave with one.

“If I were you, I’d tuck tail and run. Find some other city, some other man’s wife to pant after, because if you don’t…” he trails off, finally dropping his charming smile, “I’m gonna take my time killing you, and I’ll make her sit through every last second.”

The stranger says nothing, expression carefully blank, save for the slight narrowing of his eyes. They shift, sliding past Oikawa to gaze at the temple – or more accurately, at you, watching the interaction unfold from the safety of Iwa’s grasp.

After a moment, he looks back at Oikawa. “My condolences,” he says, and without another word, walks away.

—

Weeks ago, you’d stormed into his office, claws out and itching for a fight after finding out he was having you followed.

When he brings you back in the days following the funeral and tells you that you’re not allowed to leave the comfort of the sprawling estate without him by your side, you simply stare at the rug by his feet and in a tight, controlled voice, ask why.

Sighing, as if your refusal to meet his gaze physically wounds him, Oikawa takes your hand in his, squeezing it gently – lovingly – and leads you across the room to sit. Or, more accurately, he sits, and you somewhat reluctantly allow yourself to be tugged down onto his lap. “We still don’t know who killed your father, it’s not safe for you to be out there without me,” he murmurs, his palm grazing along your thigh in a false show of comfort.

Not a lie per se.

“Can you blame me for being overly cautious, baby?” he asks, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of you – jasmine and vanilla, the faintest hint of citrus – has his blood stirring, sends a pang of heady want straight to his cock. God, he’d fucking lick it off of your skin if he could. “I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt,” his fingers creep up under your skirt, his lips littering the curve of your throat with soft little kisses, “I like knowing my beautiful, lovely wife is safe and sound at home, right where I left her.”

…Until one day, you aren’t.

Divorce papers, signed in your name lay atop the mahogany desk in his study. Your wedding and engagement rings carefully placed next to your signature; impossible for him to miss.

Not a spur of the moment scramble for freedom, then.

The estate is eerily quiet. Not the calm before the storm. The blood on the gravel of his driveway, a stolen wife, Makki riddled with bullets – the storm’s already begun. Ripped its way through his home and family. This, this is the eye of it.

“How?” his voice is ice.

Kindaichi scowls, glaring at nothing in particular. He knows as well as Oikawa does; keeping an eye on you today was his responsibility, and in the wake of your disappearance–

“Bedroom window,” he admits with a frustrated huff. “She said she was tired and wanted to lie down for a bit. What was I supposed to do, follow her in there?”

Oikawa’s eyes flash, and Kindaichi’s jaw snaps shut. “And Makki?” he presses.

“Makki wasn’t supposed to be here. I dunno know why he showed up when he did. I guess he saw her running and tried to stop her and–” he breaks off abruptly, suddenly interested in looking anywhere except at the steaming Oyabun.

“… And?” Oikawa hisses, dropping the papers and rounding on his subordinate. “And what?”

“It was him. The guy Iwa says you’re looking for, the one you ran into at the funeral. Her–” he stumbles over the word, and changes tactics. “… He shot him. Came outta fucking nowhere.”

Fury rises up, choking at him as his blood roars, and for a moment, he can’t speak. Of course you hadn’t been the one to shoot Makki. You, who’d never so much as held a gun. You, who abhorred the more violent aspects of his life. You, who ran off with a fucking–

“Get out.”

He waits until the door shuts before fishing his phone from his pocket. Scours through his contacts until he finds the one he’s looking for.

It rings once. Twice. Three ti–

“Oikawa,” Eita greets, and there’s something in that tone, beyond the irritating arrogance and barely concealed disdain he usually holds for his brother in law that has him narrowing his eyes. He sounds almost… pleased.

“… You knew,” he surmises after a beat. “You fucking knew?!”

Eita snorts.

“Are you honestly surprised, Oikawa? Not so easy to keep your wife in line when your leverage gets gunned down in broad daylight, is it?”

Oikawa’s grip on his phone tightens, and he draws a sharp breath in through clenched teeth. “You think I won’t come after you?” he seethes.

“You’re more than welcome to try, asshole. I watched you hold me and him over her head for too fucking long, watched you hurt her, try and break her. I’ve been waiting for this a long, long time.”

“Tell me where she is, Eita.”

Silence greets him, and when he pulls the phone from his ear, the call’s been disconnected. He swears viciously, tossing it aside. Planting both of his hands against his desk, Oikawa hunches over and breathes raggedly, waiting for the white haze of pulsing anger to abate.

You left him. You left him. You left him. You left him. You left him.

The rings you left behind stare mockingly back at him, and he makes his decision. Snatching them both up, he shoves them in his pocket and rounds the desk, yanking open the right hand drawer to grab the pistol he keeps stashed away in there.

With a cold focus, he slips out the magazine, checks the rounds and jams it back into position, cocking the slide to load it before tucking it in the back of his waistband.

He told you once what he’d do if you ever laid a finger on another man, the lengths he’d go to to keep you his. Told your trigger happy lover, too.

What happens next; well, you can’t say he didn’t warn you.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #yandere oikawa tooru #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon

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lee minho x reader

word count: 3.2k

genre: smut, fluff - MINORS DNI

warnings: non-idol au, themes of depression/anxiety (reader is super sad), a touch of angst, light fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (can we not), dirty talk, minho is very possessive but what's new? marking, reader also is a lil possessive, i think that's it? if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: is a wedding really worth all this suffering?

kofi request: reader is going through a depressive moment & they proceed to have desperate, angsty, needy sex where member "fucks the pain away".

a/n: yeah no this is definitely the same minho from different and eternally. this is just a continuation of the reader's love story with him and i'm soft

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

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Your head hits the wooden table with a thud, the pink binder softening the blow. Pressure builds at the point of impact, the soft throbbing sensation at the front of your forehead an almost welcomed alternative to the sharp headache you currently have. You focus on the thuds of the throbbing, counting each one as you lay slumped against the table.

There are seven days in a week, between twenty eight to thirty one in each month, and today, two days before you had to put a deposit down on a venue, was the day that everything decided to fuck up. Minho left hours ago for a “work emergency”, leaving you to make all the annoying phone calls with a kiss and a promise to be home as soon as he could. It’s impossible to get a hold of anyone, and then when you do, it’s like pulling teeth trying to get an answer from them.

No, they won’t have time to offer a second tour today. No, they’re not sure when they will have the time. Maybe they’ll call you back within the next week. Oh, you need this done in two days? Why didn’t you call earlier?

You did. You did call earlier. In fact, both you and Minho, AND your planner had called multiple times during the past month, trying to squeeze in just to check out a few little details. Like damn, we get it, wedding season is busy, but you can’t let three people in for less than thirty minutes to make sure this is the place they want to wed?

Fuck, they’re really hanging a cloud over what should be the happiest day of your life.

In no way did you think planning a wedding would be easy. You’ve watched countless friends get married, been involved in more weddings than you could remember. You know that the planning period is the most difficult, overwhelming part of it all. You were prepared for immense frustration and never ending tears.

But you didn’t think you would feel so sad during the whole thing.

There was no one on this earth that you would rather spend forever with than Minho. The two of you share a connection that is more than earthly, more than spiritual. It’s a deep bond that twirls around your bodies, binding you together in a dark brown silk and making the two of you one. There’s a warmth that only he gives you, a comfort that only comes from his embrace.

All you want is to marry him. To celebrate the love you share for each other with the people you care about the most.

Then, why is this so fucking hard?

When Minho slipped the emerald ring on your finger, the last thing you expected the upcoming months to contain was a nagging sadness that just wouldn’t go away. This is supposed to be one of the most exciting times of your life, and you’ve spent half of it curled in a ball, sobbing, the stress of it almost unbearable.

You want to marry Minho. You’re more than sure of that.

So then why are you so sad?

The front door opens, Minho’s voice echoing through the entryway as he speaks quickly to someone on the phone. He seems rushed — not bothering to untie his shoes before wiggling his feet out of them, slipping on the tile floor as he glided to where he left you. You roll your head to the right, catching a glimpse of him comically hopping on one foot as he tries to remove the sock from the other. He’s still chatting away as he switches feet, leaving his socks by the fireplace as he zooms to where you sit on the couch.

“Thank you so much.” He sounds out of breath, quickly ending the call before throwing his phone on the couch. Cupping your face, he brings you in, pecking your lips over and over until he can pull a small giggle from you. “I have good news.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, tilting your head in his hands. “What?”

“There’s a wedding at one of the venues tonight.” His words are still rushed, and judging from the breath that fans over your face, it’s from all the coffee he’s consumed within the past two hours. “Large event, I’m talking close to 450 people.”

You can’t even begin to process how anyone knows that many people, chest filling with the annoying sadness at his words. There was a couple getting married tonight in a venue you desperately want, and you can’t even get in for a quick tour? “Oh. Okay-“

“Like that’s a ton of people. More than we know combined.”

Unsure of what to say, you simply nod your head, waiting for him to get on with it.

“So I was thinking, if they’re unwilling for us to get one last look, why don’t we sneak in?”

You blink at your fiancé, jaw dropped just an inch as your mind spins with his suggestion. “You want us to crash a wedding?”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say crash-“

“What if we get caught?”

“With that many guests? Baby, they’ll have no idea. We’ll just blend in with the crowd. It’s not like we would be there long; just enough time to get a good scope of the place and then we’re out.”

As much as you hate the idea, he makes valid points. You two would be in and out in less than an hour, and what’s two extra people in a crowd that large? Besides, it might be nice to see the venue during a wedding instead of staged. It will give you a better idea of how to plan things.

When you sigh and click your tongue, a triumphant smile spreads across his face. Minho bounces onto his feet, quickly gathering his things as he heads towards the stairwell. “I need to iron my suit, but do you think you could be ready by 8:00? I want to slip in mid reception so we’re less noticeable.”

Giving him a nod, Minho blows you a kiss before he rushes up the spiral staircase, all but running to the master bedroom. You stare at the open binder in front of you, the neat to-do list barely checked and staring at you. Waiting for your next move. Pricking you with a sense of dread that makes your small sadness painful — tenderly bruising you.

///

It’s a beautiful space. Truly, it is.

The venue is old, dating back to the beginning stages of the country, only renovated when absolutely necessary over the years. Both the flooring and ceiling are original, as are most of the pillars that support the building. The best part, one that’s a million times more stunning now that the sun has set, is the wide glass ceiling in the reception hall. On a clear night like tonight, all the stars are visible, buzzing with excitement and blessing the couple below them.

Neck craned, you stare up at the stars, watching the way they twinkle and shine. In them, you start to imagine your own wedding. The lace of your dress against your arms, the flowy gown brushing against your legs as you walk. Minho, in his attire, with a smile that rivals the stars for beauty, and he’s looking right at you. Only at you, even in a room full of people and a sky full of beautiful stars.

That. That’s the moment you want. The moment you’re waiting for. The moment you’ll want to freeze time to relive over and over again.

Your mind flashes with images of the to-do, reminders to send our invitations. When’s your next dress appointment? Fuck, have you found a photographer yet? Why hasn’t the florist gotten back to you?

You breathe heavily, lips trembling as you try to hold back tears. Minho was right, you fit perfectly in the crowd. Nobody has spared either of you a second glance or questioned your relationship to the couple. The last thing you want is to catch unwanted attention, for someone important to realize that you don’t fit in here. So you bite your lip, hard, trying to count all the stars you see tonight.

An arm loops around your waist, the familiar scent of Minho washing over you as he pulls you into him. “So,” he places a kiss on your temple “what do we think?”

“It’s nice.” Your voice cracks as you speak, turning your gaze to your fiancé.

There’s no use hiding your emotions from Minho. He catches on immediately; using the hold he has on your waist, he pulls you into a hug. Face hidden against his shoulder, the tears finally begin to fall as you grip onto his suit jacket.

“What do you need?” He whispers into your hair.

“Wanna go home, Min.”

As quickly as he can, without garnering too much attention, he guides you through the busy hall, taking you straight to the car. He helps you in the passenger seat where you shakily curl into a ball, leaning against the door as your depression takes over your senses.

Minho speeds through the night, dodging slow cars on the highway to get you home as soon as he can. He knows you better than you know yourself — he’s fully aware of the toll that planning this wedding has taken on you. As much as he’s tried to help, he knows there are things that he can’t assist with, leaving him to watch the stress pile up and weigh you down.

The car slows as you approach the stoplight just outside your neighborhood. He hasn’t heard you cry in a while, giving him confidence to reach out and grab your hand.

“Almost there, my love.”

You let him lace his fingers with yours, squeezing tightly for the rest of the drive. Finally, the car comes to a complete stop just outside your house.

Minho jokes that this home was the best financially irresponsible decision he’s ever made. Everyone teased the two of you for months as you house shopped; isn’t it too early to buy a house? You’ve only been together for a year and a half, shouldn’t you start with an apartment first?

“You don’t get it.” He told Chan one day when he thought you were out of earshot, punching his older friend’s arm. “She’s not just anybody. She’s my somebody, man. She’s already my home.”

That was four years ago. Four years ago, Minho was confident that this was more than a college sweethearts thing. This relationship was the only one that was ever going to matter in his life; it was a forever thing. Hearing him say those things to Chan when everything was still brand new was what pushed you to sign the lease. To pack up your limited belongings and move in with him. This home is where your love story truly began.

Looking at it now, the stars and moon offer just enough of a glow to help you make out the details — the windows, the patched up hole from where Seungmin and Minho hit a baseball into the siding, the front door — should relieve you. Should lift the stress off your shoulder.

Instead, it makes you cry harder. God, why can’t you just be happy? You have everything you could possibly want, and yet, you’re still sad. There’s still a pain in your chest that just won’t leave, no matter how hard you try. And for what reason?

“My love.” Minho whispers, reaching over the console to rub your back. “Can you take a breath with me?”

You nod your head, even if the hiccups you’re releasing prove that you really might not be able to. Softly, he counts to three, making you breathe in with him, then counting to five as you release the breath. Over and over he counts until your hiccups have subsided, heart beating a little more evenly.

“Are you ready to talk about it?”

Minho knows. You’ve told him several times that the weight of planning this wedding is getting too overbearing. You’ve cried in his arms in the early hours of the morning, stressing over little details that people keep hounding you about. But hearing you now, describing every detail of your sadness and pain rips his heart to shred.

He knew it was taking a toll on you, but not to this extent.

Once you’ve released every thought, does he speak again, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. The tender flesh of his finger presses into the hard stone on your ring. It cuts into it just enough to send a jolt of pain up his arm, reminding him of the weight of all of this. “Do you still want to marry me? Because if this is all too much, we don’t have to do this.”

It’s not the question, but the tone of his voice that just shatters you. The slight wobble to his words, raspy and threatening to break.

“Of course.” You answer quickly, cupping his cheek with the hand he isn’t holding. “God, Minho, that’s all I want. All I’ve ever wanted was to be your partner forever.”

He swallows while nuzzling into your hand, eyes shutting as a tear rolls down his cheek. “I just wanted to make sure. So what can we do? How can we make this easier on you?”

It’s a tough question, and no matter how hard you think right now, you can’t come up with an answer. The pain is just too much, consuming your brain and not letting you think about anything else.

“I just want to be with you.” You whisper, pressing your forehead to his. Minho lets go of your hand, copying you and placing it on your cheek. “I just wish this pain would go away.”

Your words resonate with him, chest vibrating with just a taste of the hurt you’ve felt the past couple of weeks. If only he could take it away, distract you with something else, even if just for a few moments.

The first kiss is careful. Barely touching yours, his lips move slowly, humming at the taste of your lipgloss. The second is a bit deeper as you begin to kiss him back, mimicking his motions and tilting your head a bit. By the third kiss, it’s deeper than ever, quick with an urgency to taste the other. To breathe in the other’s scent and let it consume one another.

Minho’s free hand lands on your hip, nudging you in his direction just an inch. You pick up on what he wants, climbing over the console and into his lap. Knees on either side of his thighs, you hold onto his face as he pushes the seat back to give the two of you more space.

“Let me help.” He breathily whispers between kisses. “Let me fuck your pain away, darling.”

He affirms his request by biting your lip, pulling back and letting go before his kisses move to your jaw.

“Please.” Your voice is shaky, but no longer with sadness. With need. If there’s something you can never get enough of, it’s Minho. “Please, make me feel better, Min.”

The hands on your hips bunch the material of your dress, beginning to hike it up as your head rolls back to give him better access to your neck. Your hands fumble to his belt buckle, shakily undoing it and moving to the button of his slacks.

“Wanted you all night.” He grunts against your neck at the feeling of the light touch of your hands against his growing erection. “You look so fucking good in this dress, baby. Could’ve taken you in the middle of that wedding.”

Both his words and the feeling of his fingers against your clothed clit make you gasp, back arching the tingling that’s covering your legs.

“All I could think of is how good you’ll look in white.” He moves out of your neck, chin resting on your cleavage as he looks up at you. The fingers sneak into your panties, immediately moving to tease your hole. “How everyone is going to look at you and know you’re all fucking mine.”

Without warning, he pushes two fingers into you, moaning along with you as the digits fill you up. He doesn’t stop until he’s knuckles deep, and then doesn’t even bother to pull out fully. Just hammering into you harder and harder.

Minho hissed when your hand comes in contact with his cock, harder than he thinks he’s ever been. It’s a little ridiculous how needy the thought of you being his forever person makes him; cock painfully throbbing as it screams to be inside you.

If only he knew you thought the same. When you think about a lifetime with Minho, it doesn’t feel like enough. Time is too short, forever isn’t long enough. Even eternity can’t compare; you need him until universes cease to exist, until all the stars burn out and explode and then some.

“Fuck me.” You moan, unable to take just his fingers any longer. “I need to feel you.”

His lips crash against yours, this time in a more desperate, aggressive fashion. Like you’re devouring each other’s faces as you pull his cock out completely and lift your hips. Minho grabs your hips, swallowing all the moans you give him as he sits you on his length.

There’s no time to take things slow; the windows steam with your shared heat as you quickly begin to bounce on him.

“Tell me.” You whine as your head rolls back. “Tell me you’re mine.”

He chuckles, arms wrapping around your back and pulling you flush against his body as he begins to bite the swells of your breast. “Oh honey. I’m always all yours.”

The car fills with a beautiful melody of moans and skin against skin. Neither of you can take your hands off each other; yours pulling on his hair while Minho’s keep you steady, helping you bounce on his cock with ease.

It’s in this moment that you realize none of it matters; the pain has eased and the sadness is nothing more than an annoying speckle that’s easy to flick away. So what if planning has been a nightmare? You would relive the nightmare over and over again as long as you always end up with Minho in the end.

Good thing he refuses to let the nightmare continue, tip of his cock hitting your g-spot in a way that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck, Minho!” You cry, trying to move your hips faster to get more of him.

“That’s it, baby, scream my fucking name.” He says with a laugh that gives you the chills. It sounds so possessive, so claiming. “Let everyone know who you get to spend eternity with.”

It doesn’t take much more before you’re hitting your highs together, curses and praises mixed together as you milk each other. Your head lolls back, staring up out the sunroof as you try to ground yourself by counting the stars. Minho’s cheek rests against your chest, kissing the bruised skin as he attempts to catch his breath.

The idea hits him hard, eyes squinting shut as he kicks himself for not thinking of it before. Not moving from the very comfortable resting spot on your breast, he breathily breaks the silence. “What do you think about eloping?”

©: chvnnie 2022

#stray kids smut #skz smut #straykidsland #lee know smut

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dawnagustd · 2 years

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welcome to vegas collab (18+)

“Good girls go to Heaven, moms go to Vegas.”

↳ hosted by @sublimebangtan , @yutasthetic , & @sugakookitty

Welcome to Las Vegas!...the city of sin. Or in this scenario, the city of MILFs.

What happens when you take a few hot moms and allow them to roam freely on the streets of Vegas?

Chaos. That’s exactly what happens.

There are many things for them to get into—strip clubs, someone’s underwear, or the well-known Rhea’s Palace “Home of the Slots & Luxurious Suites.”

We’ll decide their fate, and the lucky gentlemen who will be escorting these beautiful bosses along the way. Your job is simple—sit quietly, hold on tight, and enjoy the ride.

⊰ Welcome to Vegas Playlist ⊱

*Disclaimer: These stories are intended for mature audiences. Any person under the age of 18 caught reading or interacting will be blocked.*

Always Trouble In Sin City by @sugakookitty (18+)

hitman!namjoon x detective milf!reader

One weekend altered your plans at becoming a lawyer. So you dropped out of college, became a cop, and worked your way up to a homicide detective all as a single mother. Being the first woman to obtain this position, you have every reason to hold your head high.

However, something else always seems to have the final say in your rise to success. Your daughter’s surgery put you in a financial bind, and if you don’t take care of it immediately, it could be fatal for you. Desperate times always call for desperate measures—that’s exactly why you made that phone call.

Namjoon does want something in return, however—a night out in the city of Las Vegas.

⊰ angst || smut || single parent au || enemies to lovers || crime au ⊱

The Hangover by @bluewhale52 (18+)

teacher!seokjin x entrepreneur!oc

The thing about Vegas is, you always go one drink too many. Which is how you are sneaking out of a handsome stranger’s hotel room, only to find him sitting front row center in your tech talk a few hours later.

⊰ fluff || smut || divorced mom au || strangers to lovers ⊱

Full Reveal by @sublimebangtan (18+)

bartender!yoongi x burlesque milf!reader

Min Yoongi is the sweet, sexy bartender in Rhea’s Palace where you are the lead performer in the burlesque show. He’s become such a wonderful friend to you and to your daughter.

She adores him, insists that she helps him every day before the show opens, and he is always quick to let her have anything she wants.

But one night at closing time, things change and become heated. You start to see him differently, and you want to show him exactly how he’s making you feel.

⊰ romance || smut ⊱

Stays in Vegas by @taetaesbaebaepsae (18+)

hoseok x milf!reader

You make a new friend and a series of impulse decisions after the father of your child breaks your heart in Las Vegas...and you wake up with a Ring Pop on your finger and a brand new husband with a kid of his own. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...right?

⊰ angst || comedy || romance ⊱

Weekend Getaway by @yutasthetic (18+)

husband!jimin x ceo milf!reader

You are a boss during the day: closing deals on mergers and making the most important decisions in your company. But at home, you are a wife and a mom who has very little time to enjoy the fruits of your labor. Jimin aims to change that, with one weekend in Vegas.

⊰ angst || ceo au || fluff || marriage au || smut ⊱

What happens in Vegas...comes home with you? by @pars-ley (18+)

manager!taehyung x wedding planner milf!reader

The morning after the night before can be awkward at the best of times, but what about when you find someone surprising in bed next to you, with no recollection of what happened? The only clue...the cheap gold band tight on your ring finger, squeezing like a noose around your heart.

⊰ angst || idiots to lovers || romance || smut ⊱

Nanny Royale by @bubblebeom (18+)

jungkook x oc milf!reader

When Yuygyeom promised him the perfect job, Jungkook hadn’t pictured becoming a five-year-old’s bodyguard. He also didn’t think that child would be the sole heir to your multi-million dollar crime ring but he finds himself falling headfirst into your world before he knows it.

⊰ angst || comfort || romance || smut || organized crime au || single mom au⊱

Please respect the authors of this collab and follow #welcometovegasbaby22 for updates.

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redfinchandwolf · 1 year

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2023 Printable Planner & Appointment Books

Designed with multi-tasking in mind! Keep track of all your goals. Digital instant download, print at home or through your local office supply store. Compatible with disc, ring, and wire binding systems. Professional, minimalist design for work and school.

This is a printable planner and appointment book for keeping track of to-do lists, monthly goals, resolutions and habits, and appointments and meetings. 145 total pages, best printed double-sided.

Featuring:

~ Yearly Overview of 2022 - 2025

~ Habit Tracker | 365 dated check boxes to keep track of your resolutions and goals!

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puppetmaster55 · 7 months

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Got a new notebook (moleskine; I have heard about the quality but also it’s a softcover without a metal ring binding which for a left-handed is magical also also the other softcover no metal rings were all none lines or grids or genuine day planners so. Limited options)

Anyway I keep looking at it like I should already know what story to fill it with, but I do not

#puppet rambles #tbh the last ones were a general use and while this was gotten as a general use #the first pages usually are dedicated to story

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FFXIVWRITE 2022, PROMPT #12: MISS THE BOAT tw: death, violence, war • words: 1459

They were overwhelmed. Machines crumpled and men fell. The Garleans did not always win their fights, especially as the years passed by. People learned to counter them better, word would spread. Of course that only fueled their power more, they conscripted more, they worked harder on their technology in order to destroy their enemies.

But on occasion, like today, the peoples firepower outweighed the Imperials. Ezekiel was huddled behind a large boulder, taking cover as orders were screamed through the Pearl clipped to his ear. Orders to keep going, to keep fighting, to win. A voice was arguing back, saying it was a fool's attempt, and they needed to back out. Their voices were crackling and broken, communications interrupted by some kind of interference. The frequency made his ears ring, but he couldn’t rejoin the fight just yet.

The Viera was busy pulling an injured soldier, a conscript, to rest against the wall and try to keep them conscious. He had vowed early on that, regardless of the position he would be in, he would not let the people he fought with fall. If they were a conscript, they were someone here against their will just as he was, he would protect them.

Kodran had taken a similar vow. Over the years, he’d managed to weasel his way under Ezekiel’s skin to the point he would call the Highlander friend. It had been almost ten years since Ala Mhigo had fallen, and Kodran proved to be a survivor. Together they fought side by side, together they had each other's backs. And though Kodran still filled most of their conversations with recounts of his youth and stories of Ala Mhigo, Ezekiel was ever grateful for the company he brought.

Said Highlander came scampering around the cover to Ezekiel and their fallen comrade, his shield strapped to his arm as thunks of bullets bounced off the already dented metal. It was loud, noisy. Garlean machines exploded in wicked blue fires, and even though he had plugs in his ears, the noise was overwhelming to his sensitive ears.

“Eziekiel?” He asked, slightly out of breath and from the scent of crimson that slipped into the air, likely injured. The Viera was trying to cover the fatal wound of the soldier beside him, using the small med pack they all had in order to try and bind it up and stop the bleeding. A futile attempt, in reality. But he had to try. He gave a small grunt in response to his name. He was alive. He was fine. Battered and bruised maybe, but fine.

“We have to retreat. I know they’re saying to keep pushing but we’ll all die if we do. We have to get everyone to fall back,” Kodran tried to plead with the Viera. He was right, of course. They would all die if they kept this up. There would be repercussions of course, for falling back, when their superiors said to keep fighting. But then again, there would be outrage if they lost a whole Squadron in what was to be considered a small-scale skirmish, even if it hadn’t ended up that way.

He gave a nod to Kodran, who peaked around the corner from behind his shield. “We need to get rid of their ranged defence, they’ll pick us off as we round everyone up.” Ezekiel was not much of a planner, Kodran was. He’d learned how to fight efficiently through his time in the Empire. He was a leader, he could keep a cool head even under duress. He could round up the masses to follow him when needed. It only made sense he was quickly appointed the head of the Squadron - so in times like these, he could call the shots.

He knew, just as well, that the only person capable of getting anyone out of this mess was Kodran. He gave another small nod. “I’ll go. You get them,” he uttered lowly, hands coming to his sides as he stopped trying to save a man who was already dead. Kodran’s head shifted back to peer at Ezekiel. Concern was evident in his friend's gaze, but they both had a silent understanding.

“Do what you have to do, Ezekiel,” his words were spoken lowly. He knew the implications of the task. He knew it was a big ask for the Viera. But it was not the first time he sacrificed his sense of morality in order to turn the tides of war. It would not be the last, either.

The firing had lulled for a moment, either they had changed their aim or were in the midsts of reloading. But it was all he needed. Ezekiel stood, that soft growl bubbling in his chest as he released his will and let the monster take hold. Sickly black veins of Mist would cling around his form, wrapping him up in layers upon layers of darkness. His hulking mass only growing in size, as a grizzled maw would open wide with a hungry roar.

Nátta darted from behind the rock, as Ezekiel became nothing more than a fuel tank for the wretched voidsent that was bound to him. Long legs scraped through the dirt as it went bounding towards the enemy lines while their attention was elsewhere, and he was relentless. Nátta was the name in which he had dubbed the creature; it meant to be afraid of the Darkness.

Its wicked claws would rend people asunder, feasting upon the aether that spilled forth in the form of their lifeblood. It pounced from one podium of people to another, crashing into equipment and sewing chaos in its wake, as it continued to disrupt the range lines. Screams of fear and pain, and though it would not win them this battle, Nátta could at least

Kodran, meanwhile, took the opportunity to rally the troops. His voice bellowed across the battlefield - to grab the nearest injured person beside you, and drag them home. He shouted, he ordered, his shield protected him from another volley of arrows that fell down from the skies. His sword twisted in a wide arch in order to slice at the enemy that tried to advance.

He was a pillar. He ran from person to person, huddling to protect them, lift them to their feet and set them on their way. He was unwavering in his strength and valliance. But Ezekiel had found that often the best people never lived so long. The best people, those who showed us how to be better than ourselves, were taken too soon.

He would not be ready for it. He was not in a place of control, he was not in a place where he could make rash decisions. Nátta did not care about the fate of his friend, only that it could feed. But he knew something was wrong. He could sense it, he could hear it, the ticks and explosions going off across the battleworn field. The faint fizzle of gas leaving a cracked tank.

Kodran was foolish, in a way. For climbing up the Magitek wreck in order to try and pry the passed out pilot from his seat. Ezekiel was foolish for thinking he could regain back control in time, but, he tried. He really, really, tried. Screaming in pain, he fought against the beasts instincts to try and overpower it, making Nátta step away from the displacted range defences and towards the battlefield. It roared out against him, body unwilling, but Ezekiel pressed on. The struggling steps turned into strong strides, and then he was running, as the inky black form began to fall away from him like a heavy cloak.

Rare did he shout. Rare could he shout. But he mustered his voice in his throat to scream out across the pass for his friend to get away from the Walker. But Kodran couldn’t hear him, not above the flames that flickered around, the shouts of combat and cries of pain. He was fighting against the strap that secured the pilot in place and pulling him down the side of the magitek armour, when the frag collided with the metal frame in a low tink.

Kodran practically threw the pilot as far away as he could, before dropping down off the side of the machine. But it was too late, as he hit the floor, the frag exploded outwards and caused the magitek suit to explode with it.

He was too slow. He’d missed the chance to save his friend. The guilt hit him like a tonne of bricks, as he fell to the ground in a fumble of legs. Kodran was gone, engulfed by the flames, and he had let him down. He had not protected him. He was too late.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv writing prompt #// what lies beyond the horizon; ffxivwrite 2022 #AAAAHHHHHHHHH i did it #enjoy some sad feelings

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fashiontechgems · 3 months

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Heavenly Tone: Enthralling Glamour in Blue Chalcedony Stone Jewelry

Presentation:

Astrology has been a vital piece of human culture for quite a long time, giving experiences into character qualities, connections, and life altering situations in light of the arrangement of divine bodies. The Zodiac, a critical part of astrology, isolates the sky into twelve portions, each related with explicit star heavenly bodies and their comparing birth dates. In the domain of jewelry, gemstones assume an imperative part, with every Zodiac sign connected to a specific birthstone. One such dazzling stone is Blue Chalcedony, a pearl that oozes a captivating marvelousness, reverberating with the divine energies of the sky.

Figuring out Astrology and Birthstones:

Astrology, a conviction framework that interfaces the places of heavenly bodies with human encounters and qualities, has twelve Zodiac signs. Each sign is related with a scope of dates and has one of a kind characteristics, impacted by the situating of the sun at the hour of a singular's introduction to the world.

Birthstones are gemstones customarily connected to every period of the year, and they hold importance in different societies around the world. The thought is that wearing a gemstone related with one's introduction to the world month upgrades positive characteristics and brings favorable luck.

The Zodiac sign Disease, for example, ranges from June 21 to July 22. People brought into the world under this sign are accepted to have characteristics like close to home profundity, instinct, and sustaining inclinations. Their birthstone is the brilliant Moonstone, addressing profound equilibrium and ladylike energy.

In any case, there's one more diamond that imparts a divine association with Disease, and that is Blue Chalcedony.

Also Read: The Beauty of Morganite: The Gemstone Behind Exquisite Jewelry

Blue Chalcedony: A Divine Marvel:

Blue Chalcedony is an individual from the quartz family, known for mitigating blue tones bring out a feeling of quiet and peacefulness. This diamond is loved for its tasteful allure as well as for its magical properties. In the domain of astrology, Blue Chalcedony reverberates especially well with Malignant growth, pursuing it an ideal decision for those brought into the world under this watery sign.

The dazzling blue of Chalcedony is suggestive of the quiet oceans that exemplify Disease's sustaining and instinctive nature. It is accepted that wearing Blue Chalcedony can improve these characteristics, advancing profound equilibrium and internal agreement.

Mysterious Meaning of Blue Chalcedony:

Blue Chalcedony is frequently connected with the Throat Chakra, encouraging clear correspondence and self-articulation. In astrology, this adjusts flawlessly with Disease's natural and compassionate correspondence style. The stone is accepted to improve one's capacity to convey feelings and contemplations with clearness, encouraging further associations with others.

Malignant growth people are known for serious areas of strength for them binds to family and home. Blue Chalcedony is remembered to enhance these associations, making a defensive air around the wearer and advancing a feeling of having a place and security. This lines up with Malignant growth's natural craving for a stable and supporting climate.

The delicate and quieting energy of Blue Chalcedony is likewise said to calm close to home injuries and advance recuperating. Disease people, being profoundly receptive to their feelings, may find comfort in the sustaining embrace of this gemstone.

The Stylish Allure of Blue Chalcedony Jewelry:

Aside from its mystical properties, Blue Chalcedony's charming blue tones make it a sought-after diamond for jewelry fans. Jewelry planners frequently create flawless pieces that exhibit the stone's regular excellence, whether as fragile earrings, proclamation necklaces, or exquisite rings.

The clear nature of Blue Chalcedony permits light to play inside the diamond, making a hypnotizing special visualization. Its flexibility makes it appropriate for different jewelry plans, from bohemian-propelled parts of ageless works of art. Whether set in real silver or gold, Blue Chalcedony jewelry adds a hint of heavenly excitement to any troupe.

Picking Blue Chalcedony Jewelry:

While choosing Blue Chalcedony jewelry, it's fundamental to think about variables like quality, cut, and setting. Decide on pieces that permit the stone to sparkle, displaying its extraordinary variety and clarity. Blue Chalcedony looks staggering in both contemporary and rare enlivened plans, going with it a flexible decision for any style inclination.

Whether you're attracted to saddling the divine energies related with Malignant growth or basically value the excellence of Blue Chalcedony, integrating this diamond into your jewelry assortment adds a dash of charm to your own style.

Really focusing on Blue Chalcedony Jewelry:

To keep up with the appeal of Blue Chalcedony Jewelry, legitimate consideration is fundamental. Similarly as with any gemstone, try not to open it to brutal synthetics, outrageous temperatures, or direct daylight for delayed periods. Delicately spotless your Blue Chalcedony jewelry with a delicate material and gentle cleanser to save its regular brightness.

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In the realm of astrology and gemstones, the association between heavenly energies and individual enhancement is significant. Blue Chalcedony, with its radiant blue tones and mystical properties, fills in as an enamoring join between the universe and the person. For those brought into the world under the indication of Malignant growth, this gemstone turns out to be something other than an embellishment - it turns into a heavenly buddy, improving intrinsic characteristics and encouraging profound prosperity. Embrace the charm of Blue Chalcedony jewelry, and let its radiant tone embellish your existence with immortal fabulousness.

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kblovesfashion · 8 months

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Unity rituals are a great way to add an extra layer of meaning to your wedding ceremony before exchanging rings and vows. From lighting candles to layering colors of sand, there's a wedding ceremony ritual to fit every couple's style. One of the most popular options is the handfasting ceremony.

What Is Handfasting?

Handfasting is an ancient Celtic ritual in which the hands are tied together to symbolize the binding of two lives. While it is most often included in Wiccan or Pagan ceremonies, it has become more mainstream and pops up in both religious and secular vows and readings.

As you consider integrating this tradition into your wedding, questions will likely arise: Who conducts it? What kind of material should we use? What color should it be? Where did the tradition begin, anyway? Ahead, we talk to wedding planner Michelle Johnstone Clark and investigate by breaking down the various interpretations and origins behind this wedding day tradition.

The History and Meaning of a Handfasting Ceremony

The handfasting ceremony has its roots in ancient Celtic tradition and dates as far back as 7000 B.C. In ancient Ireland, when two people chose to be married, they were brought together to have a braided cord or ribbon tied around their hands in the presence of a priest. This act merely acknowledged the pair's engagement, which typically ran the length of a year.

"It was a public declaration of intent to marry, signaling to potential suitors that the woman was intended to her betrothed and not to be harassed," Michelle Johnstone Clark, founder and lead planner of Water Lily Weddings explains. After the year was up, the couple returned to the priest and either declared their intent to be married or declared that they weren't a good match. Both would then be free to choose another suitor and bride.

Today, the tradition is incorporated into the wedding ceremony or is the main event itself. In addition to the binding of hands, vows are also typically exchanged.

Handfasting Ceremony FAQs

Who conducts the handfasting ceremony?

You can find someone who performs them regularly or you can simply have your officiate conduct it.

Does handfasting have to be done at a wedding ceremony?

It doesn't. It can be done during an engagement, when a couple makes the choice to live together or to celebrate a special ceremony, an anniversary, or a renewing of vows.

Can anyone participate in the handfasting tradition?

Handfastings are commonly used in Wiccan and Pagan ceremonies but anyone can take part in the tradition. It's become popular in modern-day ceremonies due to the "tying the knot" symbolism (and because it was shown on Game of Thrones).

How should the hands be tied?

Many opt to cross hands, taking your partner's right hand in your right hand and their left hand in your left hand.

You could also opt to stand next to one another, joining one of your right hands with the other's left, and have your hands bound that way, around your wrists.

Who should tie it?

Typically the officiant does, but as Clark explains: "Couples are now having members of their family tie the cord and we have seen couples add a number of ribbons or cords so siblings can help the celebrant tie the knot, which is really fun."

What kind of material should be used?

Traditionally, cords or ribbons are used. You can choose to still use either today or some couples choose to use cloth from sentimental items of clothing. As Clark suggests, you can also add charms to the end of the cords, like horseshoes, seashells, or beads. Furthermore, she adds, "For a stunning look that is organic and also deeply symbolic, think about having natural garland, vines, flowers woven together by your florist to serve as your handfasting cord."

How many pieces are needed?

You can use as many pieces as you like, but three is the standard so that couples can braid the pieces together, which symbolizes their lives joining together.

How long should the material be?

The cord or ribbons should be about a yard in length, which will allow for it to be wrapped around the hands a couple of times.

What color should the material be?

That's up to you. You can opt for colors that match the theme of your wedding or maybe colors that are special to both of you.

How long should we remain bound?

In medieval tradition, the couple is supposed to be tied together until midnight. You, of course, can take it off after the ceremony or wear it throughout the day (though that might make navigating the reception a little difficult). When you do remove it, it's encouraged to try to slip it off with the tie intact. Some couples even bring it home as a keepsake.

How to Have a Handfasting Ceremony

During the ceremony, the officiant begins by explaining the ritual and what it means to the couple. This statement often includes the notion of the couple binding their lives together and the union of their hopes and desires. The officiant then invites the couple to join hands, which symbolizes their free will to enter into the marriage. From here, the officiant reads a series of vows as cords are wrapped around the couple's hands. You could opt to use a separate cord for each vow, or twist or braid together a few cords and wrap them as one around your hands. Then, your officiant may make an additional statement about the completion of the binding and the commitment it symbolizes. After your hands are bound, you can proceed to exchange additional vows or use your handfasting as the vows you'll exchange and move directly to the ring exchange.

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hollyoxleylevel5 · 1 year

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Analyse planner 2

I have decided to analyse the planner I have been using this year because it has different features than the first planner I looked at.

Outside and Binding

I liked how the outside of the planner uses thick card which makes the planner feel durable and the contents are protected. However, after a few months of use the magnetic clasp broke which has stopped me from using the planner because I am scared it is going to break. The ring binder mechanism allows me to move the pages around. I like this flexibility because I am able to add and remove pages. This allows the planner to be personalised. The metal clasp also feels durable so I am not scared to use the planner constantly.

Organisation features

Opening page - I think this layout works better because it allows more space for writing and uses negative space to stop the layout looking busy. However, the spaces for writing do not reel proportionate to the amount of writing required. The space for count is the same space for postcode but county names are longer than a post code.

Card to separate sections - I think this work well to separate the sections and make it easier to find the page you need in the planner. I like how the pattern from the outside cover has been used for the separators which makes the planner design feel consistent. However, I dislike how the inside is blank which does not look appealing when the page is turned.

Key dates - I think the list layout is easier to understand than the first planner. It is easier to see the dates and what holiday they should link too. I also like how they have started the dates from the start of the academic year, making it easier to plan personal time around university work.

Weekly plan - I like how there is a large space to writ notes in the days. However, I found it hard to create a time plan using this planner because the months are in the bottom corner, which makes it hard to visualise time plans. There is no space to write a time which makes it hard to keep motivated when planning my days. Using different coloured pens worked well to separate the projects. However, I found it hard to understand which task related to each project because there was no room in the planner to describe the projects.

Goals - I found the goals sections was not laid out in a way that was useful for me. There was no place to write a title so it was hard to dedicate a page to my projects. This layout is more suited to personal goals, however I only use planners for university work. The list style made the tasks look overwhelming which made me not use this feature. However, I liked the section to write a reward at the bottom because this was something to work too.

To Do list - I found this section useful because it helped me to structure my day and break down big tasks. However, I did not like how there was not space dedicated to a date. Instead I placed it above the to do list title which made the page look messy. I think the boxes for ticks was quite useful in making it easier to mark off each task. I think it could be improve by adding a time to each task to increase motivation.

Notes- I like how there is a section of lined page at the back of the planner. This allows notes to be kept with the weekly plan.

Page layouts and design features

I like how the spaces for text are larger than the first planner. This makes the pace of the planner feel slower and makes the page look less overwhelming. However, I found the design of the page boring because there were not decorative features. This made the planner feel less creative. I think the design could have been improve by including parts of the pattern used on the cover in the page layouts. This would make the contents feel more consistent with cover. I also think the type used for the page titles are too large snd take up unnecessary space.

Personal experience

Overall, I found this planner worked better than the last planner because it is more flexible and focused on activities. However, I found it hard to use the planner to keep track of all my projects as the spacing is too small. I did start using coloured pens which helped to separate the projects. I could explore this method further for this project.

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What are The Different Types of Construction Drawings

What is the main thing that rings a bell when you hear the word construction? It's dependably an image of a construction plan or drawing. Various individuals will offer various responses to the inquiry "What is the main piece of a construction cycle", yet you couldn't venture out in the event that you don't have the foggiest idea what you are making. For that, you want a Construction drawing.

A construction drawing is perhaps of the most fundamental thing you really want before you can begin developing your design. These drawings were made by hand previously, however are currently made utilizing computer aided design (PC Helped Design) programming. One of the most well-known and commonly realized computer aided design instruments is AutoCAD. These drawings are drawn numerically precise and are utilized to give a superior visual guide to the construction group. Before the drawing is settled and utilized for construction, it is gone through a progression of changes and corrections.

The Initiation Stage: Schematic Design Sets

This is the principal drawing or plan that is made toward the beginning of the construction cycle. The planners consider various ideas to consolidate in the design, research on patterns and check for by-regulations to follow. These underlying ideas need to go through a progression of changes due to revisions, changes from clients and different adjustments.

The schematic drawings incorporate the layout of the whole undertaking like air conditioning establishment, floor plans, areas, rises and the size of the components. These drawings are subsequently utilized for drafting and consents. You can say that this stage sets the reason for additional fostering the design and executing the venture.

The Detailing Stage: Design Development Sets

Since the reason has been set, we continue on toward the design improvement drawings. In these drawings, more subtleties are added to the drawings to be utilized for the BOQ (Bill of Amounts) arrangements and offering process. The design improvement sets fill three principal needs:

The foundational layout of the construction

Amount and kind of construction materials

Actually look at the structure consistence with the nearby by-regulations

These further incorporate the mechanical, electrical and plumbing as well as the scene designs. The expense plan and the time plan are likewise remembered for the DD sets. These are then submitted to the client for their audit and any changes.

The Final Stage: Construction Document Sets

When the modeler and client are both happy with the Schematic Design and the Definite Design, we continue on toward the construction records. No more design changes are presented. The mail objective movements towards making construction reports to make sense of the subtleties expected to develop the design.

These are the last reports that are utilized as a manual to begin the construction interaction. The reports contain subtleties of mechanical, electrical, plumbing and primary parts to be introduced. It likewise contains subtleties and depictions of materials to be integrated into the design. Other than this, it contains obtainment necessities, details, legally binding structures and states of agreement. An undertaking rundown might be utilized to check the exercises that are finished and materials that have been consumed.

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Best Elite Dangerous Mods, Apps and Add-Ons in (UPDATED)

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 It allows the community to create and edit station and system information. It also provides nigtly dumps of the data. Extends Elite's cockpit instrumentation onto additional monitors. This app has so many features some of which include: Fleet Carrier support, EDDiscovery is is a tool that can track your Elite Dangerous travels, combat, trading, rank etc. It has both voice output - to provide you with more information vocally, and voice recognition. It has over 50 panels of TradeDangerous is set of powerful trading tools for Elite Dangerous, organized around one of the most powerful trade run optimizers available. TD is a heavy hitter that can calculate complex routes with multiple stops The Plugin integrates with your built-in Remlok display system. It currently supports the Windowed and Borderless mode Long range route planner for exploration, passenger missions. Prioritises reducing number of jumps and number of trips to the galaxy map. 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The bot gives information on systems, stations, markets, shipyards, and much more. EDSpec is a must have in your Discord server! A web tool to track squadrons activity, based on squadrons leaderboards which requests through FDEV's api for their website. Initially intended to track only CQC activity. Configurable display options to have fewer or greater deatils. Multifunctional trading and exploration tool, that integrates fully into the HUD of Elite Dangerous as an overlay. Please read the key feature list to get an overview. Extensive wiki included. EDCoPilot is a virtual assistant. Use it with VoiceAttack or via its UI. Over 30 panels including an external bookmarks management, course and route plotter and location searches. Display the UI in your VR headset using ED Alerts allows you to create Elite Dangerous commodity market price alerts. Get notified via Discord when a specific commodity buys or sells above or below a certain value. I suggest doing the Guardian Ruins in Horizons. I did complete it in Odyssey however, I was not granted the completed mission. I switched to Horizons and the mission completed successfully. A plugin for ED Market Connector that allows Elite Dangerous explorer players to see their progress from one star system to another. This small companion app automatically controls the button lights on your Saitek X52 Pro joystick so that they reflect the current state of your ship in the game. Search your journal for potentially interesting objects, or notify you of new ones on the fly while exploring. A tiny tool for the game Elite: Dangerous allowing the user to search through their key bindings and have friendly labels for their HOTAS. It allows you to grab music from services such as YouTube, Vimeo and many others , use your own music playlists, audio files or our Companion app to show in-game status and market info, an orrery view, a news ticker, or listen to online radio stations or play your favorite space playlists through Spotify. 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If enabled by checkbox, plugin automatically update your system clipboard to next It was created to help you while travelling around the galaxy in Elite: Dangerous. It works like an AI or a Virtual Copilot. An Elite Dangerous companion app to simplify finding unexplored worlds and provide the most useful information an explorer needs in real time as they plot their journey. Switch on-fly between relative and non-relative mouse behavior, and finely tweak the mouse response. Additional famous locations inside elite are planned to be added in the future. Elite Heading Information system is an EDMC plugin that lets you set target coordinates and will show you the heading you need to fly to reach your target. Subscribable digital calendars for Elite: Dangerous events, both in-game as well as out-of-game. A web-based tool to help commanders, wings, and squadrons identify factions near them working for the shadowy organization known as "The Club. A tool to monitor a users favorite factions and systems through graphs and allows authorized users to edit data. EDDI is a significant and customisable upgrade to your shipboard computer's personality sim, available at any starport and even out in the black via Subspace Torrented File Upgrade. This library can help make developers anything from powering rich presence Discord to a voice assistant. Standalone program that monitors the journal log for chat messages, and plays them back using the CereProc speech synthesizer. A complete redesign of the original Elite Dangerous ship outfitting tool formerly known as E:D Shipyard. Elite:Dangerous companion with galaxy information, trading data, personal profiles, logbooks, wings, galleries and more Create, and optionally share, a printable reference card for your game controller, joystick or HOTAS from your bindings file. Get new ideas for bindings by looking your device in the list of published bindings. 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Connects to a Discord webhook to output live information on what you're up to in the game. Scan commanders to get background info from Inara and insights gained from other EDR users e. Karma, past legal records. Get a This is a stand alone tool that can be used to analyze your pilot journal files. You can search for various records, list planets and stars by type, see your current stats, and browse your log files. Elite: Dangerous is a vast and complex universe. There are over billion star systems and thousands of factions. Track your way and earn millions through an extremely profitable exploration route located just outside the bubble! And so keep Using Autohotkey I have built a script that that helps import bookmarks posted from other sources. VoiceAttack uses Windows' Speech Recognition to facilitate creating voice commands to control various ship systems within Elite:Dangerous. Take advantage of the new version of Reshade 2. Keep track of what the Frontier devs are posting on the official forums and on reddit. Re-format screen shots and videos them with current in game system to help explorers keep track of their great finds. Renaming uses regex type expressions for flexibility. A script to display a visual map of the game controls configuration from your Custom. EDCodex is a website with a database of currently approx tools,threads,websites andvideos for Elite: Dangerous. Any one can and is encouraged to add entries there. Its equally suited for PC's, tablets and It shows current levels, and how many 'runs' and how long it will take to reach a tier. Currently a NodeJS server to be shipped as a packed exe this tool is a small server that watches your Status. It also updates your EDSM. A Web Application for visualizing galactic averages and trends with the explorer in mind. A simple WebSocket server that broadcasts Journal Events in real-time; supports Network Discovery so any device on the network that supports WebSockets can subscribe. It reads your Journal A tool to help find places interest in and around the populated area of Elite Dangerous. EDStats is an online leaderboard for various in-game statistics. From total distance jumped to the amount you have earned trading, soon you will be able to compare yourself against other players in numerous different Desktop application, that parses Scan events from journal log files, build tree-view of scanned stellar bodies and presents parsed information about them in readable and convenient form. An immersive, role play and narrative-based Captain's Journal, for writing journal entries as you adventure. Keep track of where you've been, find out where you want to go, and work out the best single trades, or circular trade routes, all from your Navigate the galaxy on your iOS device! This companion app is designed to help you find trade routes, bookmark favourite locations and discover new points of interest all entirely within your device - no internet A tool that sends DMX commands based on in-game events, enabling you to set up light effects, strobes, smoke and even pyrotechnics. Ideal for the upcoming multicrew feature to enable real-life "bridge" setups. Voice Attack Profile with professionally recorded responses. Includes a Radio Controller. Use the sounds of planetary bodies to figure out what kind it is. This way you can get more information about it before you haul yourself those K Ls to figure out if it was an Earth Like or a regular Water World. DevTracker: Quickly find all Frontier Developer posts. With history dating back to A Windows service that along with a dedicated taskbar UI automatically converts those disk-chewing. BMP screenshot files into either. JPG or. PNG formats. Fight, explore, trade and so on. This time though, without limits and with With System Map you can essentially re-create the view of the in-game system map and see how much a system is worth in Universal Cartographics. ED ToolBox is a companion app that provides the user with real-time location based data. It also maps the user's travels trough the galaxy, and allows the user to make logs, create galleries from their screenshots and This app is designed to assist you whilst playing Elite Dangerous and hopefully make the game more enjoyable and immersive. This app automatically gathers data about the systems you are visiting and makes suggestions The wave scanner identifies objects in two ways; radar sweeping visual and noise auditory. Especially useful if you switch between Oculus Rift and regular monitor, or if you switch display settings often for any other reason. It also Configurable and flexible data exporting, can be imported anywhere you want, for example to This is an interface that emulates an iPhone accessing the Elite Dangerous Companion web API, which is normally used by a mobile application developed by Frontier Developments. This experimental code has not been created Macro automation tool for Elite: Dangerous. Works on Android or any modern browser. Redone the whole project, website and code hosted in Github now. NB: the website seems to be dead since October See link section for the urls. It uses Google Spreadsheets as database. It's also using Google OAuth2. The behavior can be tweaked with several parameters. EDSC is a website with a form for entering distances from the current star system to up to 5 reference star systems. The actual calculation of the 3D coordinates for the current star system is done with another tool TGC calculates 3D coordinates for a system. EDABC is a program used to help count the different types of astronomical objects that you encounter on a long exploration mission. After a new patch the AppConfig. This tool allows you to set the debug flag and other settings in an easy way. This site tracks posts made by Frontier employees on the official forums, and each time you come back, it'll show you all the new posts made since your last visit. ED Safe Calculator is a very simple tool to calculate and display the ammount of credits you need for your next upgrade or Ship. Vocals is a voice recognition software that let you send any keyboard commands to the application of your choice. Web based. Runs locally in your browser. It can also be used for collecting distances and submitting them to TGC - where the Route planner, with voice so you know which system to select next in the system map. Also captains log. An alternative to Voice Command which allows you to give commands in English even if your local settings are set to a different language. Intended for VoiceAttack users but can probably be used by other tools. There is also an option to get the weekly summary from Elite: Dangerous Netlog proxy server edproxy replicates the netLog entries currently System only out to any registered listeners via TCP so that an application may run from anywhere. There is also now support for Requires Microsoft EDuardo is a web based application. What is ED Numbers? To be honest ED Numbers has no From the author: "The tool is using real star data and the information I could find on transforming that to the ED co-ordinate system. It's absolutely not based on the actual ED stars at all. Thus it will be missing Elite: Dangerous Codex. Search community tools, threads Hide Details Show Details. Third-party tools Bionic Bytes Updated : Jul 23, Trade Dangerous TradeDangerous is set of powerful trading tools for Elite Dangerous, organized around one of the most powerful trade run optimizers available. Ian Norton Updated : Jul 1, 4. Skipp Updated : Jul 1, Neutron Highway and Road 2 Riches route planner Long range route planner for exploration, passenger missions. Spansh Updated : Jul 1, Ian Norton Updated : Jul 1, 7. Elite: Dangerous ship comparison tool A simple tool that shows a side-by-side ship stat comparison for all the ships ingame. Skipp Doe Updated : Jul 1, 5. EDProfiler Lets you create graphics profiles. Kaii Updated : Jun 30, 8. Captain's Log Captain's Log is primarily an Elite: Dangerous Explorer's application, allowing you to keep track of all your jumps into systems, as you explore the galaxy. Genar-Hofoen Updated : Jun 30, 9. Pristine Metallic Distance Calculator This tool was created to calculate distances to known systems with pristine metallic rings from any inhabited system, and some uninhabited, as long as the system is known to EDSM. Victic Updated : Jun 30, 4. Updated : Jun 30, 6. Esvandiary Updated : Jun 30, 2. Steve Marcus Updated : Jun 30, Steve Marcus Updated : Jun 30, 1. ThoroughlyLostExplorer Updated : Jun 30, 6. Elite Trade Net ETN Interactive web tool for finding trade routes and loops that maximize profit per hour for your ship and start location. Joe Updated : Jun 30, Winter Ihernglass Updated : Jun 20, 1. Updated : May 26, Aussi Updated : May 25, 2. Elrith Updated : May 22, 9. Pakennyusa Updated : May 17, 3. EDRefKB An Elite Dangerous third-party tool that generates visual keyboard reference sheet from key bindings configuration file, all in one html page! RealOfficialTurf Updated : Mar 17, 3. Eoraptorur Updated : Mar 6, 1. Squadrons activity tracker A web tool to track squadrons activity, based on squadrons leaderboards which requests through FDEV's api for their website. Trade Computer Extension Mk. Eventure Updated : Feb 5, Cmdr Razzafrag Updated : Jan 28, Tom Snelling Updated : Jan 10, 4. Updated Guardian Ruins run for beginners. AsbestosPiping Updated : Dec 16, 2. Exploration Progress A plugin for ED Market Connector that allows Elite Dangerous explorer players to see their progress from one star system to another. Dlljs Updated : Nov 23, 9. Andrew Smith Updated : Oct 3, 3. Elite Observatory Search your journal for potentially interesting objects, or notify you of new ones on the fly while exploring Logbook,Exploration. Erudine Updated : Jun 20, 6. Updated : Jun 12, 5. Elite G19s Companion App Companion app to show in-game status and market info, an orrery view, a news ticker, or listen to online radio stations or play your favorite space playlists through Spotify. MagicMau Updated : Jun 2, ED-Board Tools for commanders, Log book, buy progress for ships, groups to make shedules between member, some stats. Biobob Updated : May 28, CmdrVasquess Updated : May 22, Fleet Carrier Management System Fleetcarrier. Absolver Updated : May 7, 3. HermitEngine Updated : Apr 24, 5. AlienDrew Updated : Apr 22, 1. AlienDrew Updated : Apr 22, Rfvgyhn Chris Updated : Apr 20, 2. Lasa2 Updated : Apr 19, 4. Otis B. Sognus Updated : Mar 22, 6. Kenjiro Updated : Mar 9, 1. Sebastian Bauer Updated : Mar 9, 2. NoLifeKing85 Updated : Dec 29, Ser Sorrel Updated : Dec 26, 1. Intergalactic Astronomical Union Updated : Nov 12, 1. EDScout An Elite Dangerous companion app to simplify finding unexplored worlds and provide the most useful information an explorer needs in real time as they plot their journey. Jon Cage Updated : Nov 12, Relative Mouse Toggle and Analog Axis Emulator for Mouse Switch on-fly between relative and non-relative mouse behavior, and finely tweak the mouse response. Andrea Spada Updated : Sep 24, FlyDangerous o7 Updated : Aug 30, 6. Finn Vos Updated : Jul 15, 4. Jack Shaftoe Updated : Jul 12, 2. Club Raiders A web-based tool to help commanders, wings, and squadrons identify factions near them working for the shadowy organization known as "The Club. Erlaed Updated : Jun 22, Elite BGS A tool to monitor a users favorite factions and systems through graphs and allows authorized users to edit data. Garud Updated : Jun 10, 4. Garud Updated : Feb 10, Garud Updated : Feb 10, 7. EliteAPI -. Somfic Updated : Jan 1, 4. Daniel Friesen Updated : Dec 18, 3. EntariusFusion Updated : Dec 9, 2. INARA - Elite:Dangerous companion Elite:Dangerous companion with galaxy information, trading data, personal profiles, logbooks, wings, galleries and more Artie Updated : Dec 9, Strideynet Updated : Dec 8, VerticalBlank Updated : Dec 8, 8. Inhumierer,AnthorNet Updated : Dec 8, ED Scenic Route Finder When exploring outside the bubble, enter two systems, and receive a list of points of interest between them. Keir Updated : Dec 8, 5. Bob Helander Updated : Oct 25, 1. Ashragon Updated : Aug 16, Jess a voice assistant Jess a clone of voiceattack completely free. Updated : May 8, 3. Hector Robe Updated : May 6, 1. Elite: Dangerous Index A new-user oriented short-hand index of version-relevant high-quality tutorials and video embeds. Duvrazh Updated : Apr 4, 1. HUDlizer Free Voice activation With HUDlizer you will be able to create, customize and control your games and apps by using your voice, keyboard, mouse and other sources. Olkan Updated : Mar 13, 1. Elite Dangerous: Squadron Command Center Beta Squadron management system tool for squadron leadership to monitor members' contributions for promotion and the likes. EliteHook - Webhook for discord Connects to a Discord webhook to output live information on what you're up to in the game. Somfic Updated : Feb 24, 2. LeKeno Updated : Dec 26, Taranis Software Updated : Nov 28, 1. Qohen Leth Updated : Nov 18, John Kozak Updated : Sep 28, Jack Shaftoe Updated : Aug 9, 7. Elite Galaxy Data Analyzer This is a stand alone tool that can be used to analyze your pilot journal files. Shadowrunner52 Updated : Apr 21, 5. Nova Force Updated : Mar 16, 4. Cmdr Lazy Llama Updated : Oct 12, DeathSpank Updated : Aug 2, Road to riches pathfinder Track your way and earn millions through an extremely profitable exploration route located just outside the bubble! Skipp Updated : Jun 14, EDFX 3. Skypat Updated : Dec 24, Bounties Simple tool to help display Bounties a lot easier. MemoryPattern Updated : Dec 7, 2. Heath Huston Updated : Nov 28, 3. Auto Import Bookmarks Using Autohotkey I have built a script that that helps import bookmarks posted from other sources. Wetwire Updated : Nov 23, Updated : Nov 13, Updated : Jul 6, Cocalarix Updated : Jul 3, 3. Screen Shot Changer Re-format screen shots and videos them with current in game system to help explorers keep track of their great finds. Elite Dangerous Controls Reference A script to display a visual map of the game controls configuration from your Custom. Updated : Sep 26, 7. Athan Updated : Jul 26, 2. Tane Piper Updated : Jul 1, 3. JuustoKakku Updated : Jul 1, 2. MrSheepSheep Updated : Jul 1, This does that. Elite Journal A tool that allows you to browse your journal, in a more readable format! Willyb Updated : Jul 1, 3. Updated : Jul 1, 6. MemoryPattern Updated : Jul 1, 1. Elite Dangerous Utilities A tool to help find places interest in and around the populated area of Elite Dangerous. Capitan Ace Rimmer Updated : Jul 1, StargazingNeko Updated : Jul 1, 1. Strideynet Updated : Jul 1, 5. SabaTatti Updated : Jul 1, 1. EDEA - Elite Dangerous Exploration Assistant Desktop application, that parses Scan events from journal log files, build tree-view of scanned stellar bodies and presents parsed information about them in readable and convenient form. Suntaclose Updated : Jul 1, 7. Brian Kennedy Updated : Jul 1, 6. MemoryPattern Updated : Jul 1, 3. MemoryPattern Updated : Jul 1, Luzifer Updated : Jul 1, 6. Jim Keir Updated : Jul 1, 9. Alex Parker Updated : Jul 1, 3. EliteDMX A tool that sends DMX commands based on in-game events, enabling you to set up light effects, strobes, smoke and even pyrotechnics. Toumal Updated : Jul 1, 1. Loriath Updated : Jun 30, 3. Ripley Galactic K. Arflint Updated : Jun 30, 7. Collector-Drone Track blueprints and material inventory for crafting engineer upgrades. Frederik Schumacher Updated : Jun 30, 3. SpyTec Updated : Jun 30, 2. Planetary object scanner Use the sounds of planetary bodies to figure out what kind it is. Koreldan Updated : Jun 30, 9. Looking for Wing - lfw. Looking for Wing Updated : Jun 30, 3. Updated : Jun 30, Walter Harriman Updated : Jun 30, 3. Walter Harriman Updated : Jun 30, ShipsLog This app is designed to assist you whilst playing Elite Dangerous and hopefully make the game more enjoyable and immersive. Smack Updated : Jun 30, 5. Biobob Updated : Jun 30, 6. Andargor Updated : Jun 30, 4. BPC Trading tool. Slopey Updated : Jun 30, 7. KeySndr Macro automation tool for Elite: Dangerous. AnthorNet Updated : Jun 30, NB: the website seems to be dead since October Visualization. Arktac13 Updated : Jun 30, 1. WombatFromHell Updated : Jun 30, Patau82 Updated : Jun 30, 1. MagmaiKH Updated : Jun 30, TornSoul Updated : Jun 30, 2. TornSoul Updated : Jun 30, 1. Peter Powers Updated : Jun 30, Elite Dangerous Central Route planner Routes. Eminor Updated : Jun 30, 1. Merit Calculator A tool to estimate your merit acquisition in Powerplay. Athrael Updated : Jun 30, 1. Fussypants Updated : Jun 30, 3. Brunt Updated : Jun 30, LazyTech Updated : Jun 30, Forecaster Updated : Jun 30, 1. Cmdr's Log A handy replacement for what you would normally do with a pen and paper. ArchV1 Updated : Jun 30, 4. Elite Devs Forums Tracker This site tracks posts made by Frontier employees on the official forums, and each time you come back, it'll show you all the new posts made since your last visit. Elite Trade Analyzer Trading tool. Pandemic Updated : Jun 30, Vocals Vocals is a voice recognition software that let you send any keyboard commands to the application of your choice. Henker Updated : Jun 30, 1. AltairVista ED resources and information. Andrew Sayers Updated : Jun 30, 1. Point Cloud A simple but effective viewer which shows the systems with an economy. TornSoul Updated : Jun 30, Jackie's Habitable -Zone Calculator Program that calculates the habitable zones for stars. Jackie Silver Updated : Jun 30, 1. RobCubed Updated : Jun 30, 2. KevinMillican Updated : Jun 30, Trading tool. Slugsie Updated : Jun 30, RedWizzard Updated : Jun 30, 2. Leonscape Updated : Jun 30, 2. Elite Trade Calculator Excel Spreadsheet. Elite Trade Calculator Trading. Elite Notes "Elite Notes" is a substitute for pen and paper when recording commodity prices. Jexter Updated : Jun 30, Tealc Updated : Jun 30, 2. NewYears Updated : Jun 30, 1. Pandemic Updated : Jun 30, 1. Suitable for Trade Dangerous. Elite-Copilot Route planner, with voice so you know which system to select next in the system map. Drazik Updated : Jun 30, Speech2Keys An alternative to Voice Command which allows you to give commands in English even if your local settings are set to a different language. Dweezil Moon Updated : Jun 30, Bas King Updated : Jun 30, 1. Arkku Updated : Jun 30, 3. Biteketkergetek Updated : Jun 30, 2. Hastarin Updated : Jun 30, 2. EDProxy - Netlog proxy server Elite: Dangerous Netlog proxy server edproxy replicates the netLog entries currently System only out to any registered listeners via TCP so that an application may run from anywhere. Fussypants Updated : Jun 30, 7. Eventure Updated : Jun 30, Commander Wolzan Updated : Jun 30, Cmdr Thrudd Updated : Jun 30, 8. Dolpa Updated : Jun 30, Askarr Updated : Jun 30, 2. Askarr Updated : Jun 30, 4. Duke Jones Updated : Jun 30, Duke Updated : Jun 30, Marcus Seldon Updated : Jan 20, 2. EDuardo EDuardo is a web based application. Schimz Updated : Feb 25, 5. Updated : Feb 22, 1. Marlon Blake Updated : Jan 9, 2. Chivalris Updated : Apr 7, 1. Real star data From the author: "The tool is using real star data and the information I could find on transforming that to the ED co-ordinate system. Athan Updated : Sep 29, 1.

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