#Gimme some Oneshots

[peachymilkandcream]

Hey guys! I’m in the mood for writing some Evelyn and Levi, you guys should totally give me some Oneshot and headcanon requests so I have some fun things to write. Head over to my ask box and load them up (or my dms for commissions if you want something a little 🫣)thanks!

[anachronistic-falsehood]

the curse of going into any wlw ship tag is seeing a large number of fics and getting excited and then you scroll through and all the summaries of the fics don’t even mention the ship and you realize they’re just background for the main mlm ship the author is writing

[sarroora]

It's my birthday so I wanted to share a self-indulgent head canon I have. So Dibble? That boy stinks like cat. Absolutely reeks of at least 3 of those cats, and he has absolutely no idea. He wonders why other cats tend to give him a wide berth, and it's because he's wearing the olfactory equivalent of a large sign saying "OURS OURS OURS, GO GET YOUR OWN". I'd be happy to hear about any cat-like quirks and behaviours you may have for the gang!

FIRST OF ALL HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANON ✨🎂✨🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽

SECOND THIS HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF MY FAVE HCS - A+++ THANKS FOR THE IMAGERY IT MADE ME ROFL 🤌🏽👌👌👌

And poor Dibble wouldn’t even be aware because human sense of smell absolutely sucks

HC time:

It’s a given that the gang have very sharp hearing and sense of smell. Spook especially has the best hearing, which makes the fact that he’s losing it all the more tragic.

They all have very good night vision, as well.

They have fantastic balance and can stand and move even on thin poles and ropes

When talking/chatting to the people they’re really fond of, they tend to brush their pelts against them when they’re in the right mood, and as they turn, their tails wrap around them in that soft way cats do

And I don’t know if I should call this a headcanon or just straight up canon, but the cats are very protective of their alley and turf, especially T.C. It’s their territory, and that includes everything, maybe the humans in it too lol or at least that one blue boy

I have a couple more that are very common knowledge cat quirks when you actually hear them, but I’m waiting to write them into CGaL for plotsies and funsies 😏

[void-with-a-keyboard]

thinking about solar and how absolutely fucking pathetic of a man he was

constantly nervous and trying to not offend ppl while also just trying to have ppl like him

while i COULD talk about solar/lunar bc thats a very obvious ship (like. theyre right there lmao) but i came here to talk about solar/sun bc i was looking through some of my old oneshots i made when solar first showed up (like- literally on ao3 there were FIVE fics about him. I WAS EARLY) bc i wanted to kiss his flat fucking face so badly

BUUTTTT one of the oneshots was of solar and wutever fuckin insert i used interacting and like. trying to get solar used to gentle touches since im a FIRM believer that that man had NEVER felt a gentle hand on him once he existed (except for maybe when he interacted with his sun in the headspace but thats not actually physical) and it was like "okay lets see how u react to certain things and get u used to it"

and i was like... wut if it was sun doing it with him? i feel like in the beginning he would try and avoid sun as much as he could while also DEEPLY yearning to be around him. bc he just misses his brother so much and he wants him back but he knows this isnt his sun but it hurts to see him and not be able to even touch him. not bc hes not allowed to, hes just too scared to make any moves to get closer.

IM GETTING A BIT OFF TRACK BUTBUTBUT- ill discuss sun and solars early relationship LATER in another post so imma talk about wut im REALLY here for

sun is just hanging out with solar and tries to help him figure out his feelings cuz hes like "i have no fucking clue wut im feeling or wut to do with myself" and sun is like"fuck it i can help" (pretend this is in character LMAO im just being silly and over simplifying :]) and they like- "practice" with solar being used to more gentle touches. like just holding hands and hugs and petting and all that stuff. bc even tho solar trusts sun he still has a deep burning feeling that he will be hurt at some point and sun makes it his personal goal to at least help him not feel like that as much

and ofc they end up kissing. y do u think im here??

solar is an EMOTIONAL MESS. bro does not know wut to do with himself but it doesnt matter bc he feels happy and safe and DAMNIT is he gonna enjoy it

[brooke121000]

tower over me • s. reid

summary: a oneshot in which reader and Spencer have an argument over coffee and height differences.

a/n: this is a LITTLE pick me coded but ughhh gimme a break I’ve never had a man be significantly taller than me!!

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You sat across from Spencer in the bullpen, morning fog clouding up the windows. sounds of clacking footsteps, stirred coffee and flipped files reverberated through the office, a cacophony of several very busy lives all happening at the same time. 

But you and Spencer were separate from this. You two were lower on the food chain- which was normally a little degrading. It would be nice to have some pull within the bureau. however, it was mornings like these when you two were happy you didn’t have any extra responsibilities. Mornings like these, when you two were essentially being payed to sit around, talk, do crosswords and bicker. Garcia called you an old married couple. Maybe that was truer than either of you would like to admit.

“Shut up. And- oh, don’t drink my coffee!” You yelped, rising from your seat when you saw Spencer taking a very sneaky sip from your mug.

He put it down, still keeping firm hold on the cartoony pink porcelain, out of your reach. 

“I can’t help it, you make it so well.”

“Yeah-“ you snorted. “That’s cause I put a ridiculous amount of sugar in it. But you can’t have sugar because we need your brain sharp!”

“My brain’s always sharp.” He bickered.

“Give it back, seriously.” You frowned, putting on your best I-mean-business- tone. You rose from your seat to meet his standing form, prompting him to hold the mug high up and away from you.

“I’ll give it back,” he grinned. “after I have one more sip.” 

That elicited a scoff from you. “Oh, you are totally OCD!”

“No, ‘m not.”

“Give it back!” You squawked, hopping on your tippy toes in a sad attempt to reach your coffee mug, which was still being held over your head.

“Okay, stop jumping!” Spencer laughed, taking another sip. “You look like a toddler, people are staring.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have to hop up and down like a toddler if you weren’t so freakishly tall.”

He looked almost offended, giving your mug back begrudgingly. “And I am not freakishly tall.”You took a sip of the caramel flavored liquid, smiling up at him. 

You laughed. “You so are.”

“No, actually. The national average is 5’9.. I’m only 4 inches taller than that.”

You gave an eye roll, sitting back in your worn down office chair. “4 inches is a lot.”

He looked down at you, and, with a knowing grin and shake of his head, spoke- “no, it’s.. it’s really not.”

You gasped. “Ah- Spencer! That was dirty!”

“Was it?”

[extremelyjust]

ok

[pencil-n-pen]

hii! i hope you are doing well. i love your overworked series so much. it's very relatable to me on what the circumstances the reader is in and all i do eat the series all up(munch munch) how about like a study date for them? that would be cute

Hello honey !! Thank you so much for this request, I was so excited to write it <3 Hope you enjoy!

STUDY OR DATE

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summary: you ask Leon to go on a study date with you at a coffee shop. Things don’t go as planned, but work out just fine in the end.

cw: i think this qualifies as a drabble not a oneshot it’s short :( but sweet :) sorry some angst slipped in there, one of Leon’s ex friends says some kind of mean things about you but Leon comes to your defense, honestly that’s it this is pretty fluffy

a/n: i just know leon absolutley slams those frou frou coffee drinks. i say this as a frou frou coffee drink enjoyer

no the Baby I'm Yours reference was not intentional

masterlist | previous (not actually a SERIES series, just takes place in the same universe)

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It was you who proposed the idea of a study date.

"I think it might be nice," You'd said, staring at your shoes and shuffling in place as people file out of the last class of your day- the one you share with Leon. "I usually study by myself, but I think it would be good to... get out of my room, for a bit. Um. And then we could study together?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

This is one of his current favorite sentences. "Training you to stand your ground, princess. Nothing bad is gonna happen when you do."

You squeeze the strap of your backpack. "Telling...? But also asking, because I don't know if you're free."

"Even if I did have plans I would cancel them. Where were thinking of going?"

A burst of heat rises to your face. "That cafe? Near the east side of campus?"

He leans down, giving you a quick peck on the nose. "I think that's a great idea."

The walk to the cozy cafe isn't too long, but it is cold. You shamelessly use the winter chill as an excuse to cuddle up to Leon.

"As if you need one," He mumbles, squeezing you close to him.

When you arrive to the shop, the bell dinging signifying your entrance, Leon tugs at the backpack on your shoulder.

"Gimme that. I'll snag us a table that has outlets. Order something for me?"

You don’t have to look to know the hand in front of you has his credit card in it. And you know better than to refuse. He likes spending money on you, for whatever reason. You’re not complaining, really, it just eats at you a little bit. Just a little.

But it’s also really, really, really sweet. The kindness tends to override the guilt, in his case.

For yourself, you order exactly what you want- Leon has a second sense for when you order something that's for the sake of preserving money rather than what you actually want. You'd asked him once where his seemingly never-ending supply of money came from, but he'd just kissed you on the forehead and told you not to worry about it. You kind of still worry about it, but never enough for him to notice.

For Leon, you order exactly what he wants but will never admit to liking- an iced caramel macchiato. The way coffee shops like Starbucks make them, not the traditional way. More milk and sugar than coffee. It's funny watching him slug his way through black coffee with a splash of milk when you know for a fact the milky, sugary coffee drinks never last longer than about five minutes when they're in front of him.

The cafe isn't that crowded, so it doesn't take long for your drinks to be ready. You take them from the bar with a thanks, then slide into the table Leon snagged for you.

His eyes catch on the drink.

"What is that?"

"An iced caramel macchiato."

"And why, exactly, did you order that for me?"

"Because you like them."

"No I-"

"Don't even pretend."

He takes the drink with a grumble, but reaches across the table and squeezes your hand once, a quiet thank you.

You take a sip of your own drink, then take your supplies out of your backpack and get to work.

You work fairly quietly, Leon occasionally sliding random snacks he, apparently, just keeps with him across the table to you. At one point, he gets up and returns with a plate that has a few of the pastries you were eyeing earlier on it. How he even knew exactly which ones you wanted is a mystery to you.

An hour or so after he gets the pastries, the bell dings, signifying someone's entrance.

"No way! Leon, is that you?"

Leon's face twists into something sour and angry, and a small stab of apprehension slices through your chest as the voice is accompanied by approaching feet.

"Josh," Leon says evenly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Haven't seen you in awhile. On purpose."

You turn, eyeing the man that's standing behind you, a few other guys standing a little ways behind him, all leering for a glance.

The Josh in question just laughs. "Oh, whatever Leon," His gaze catches on your face and his eyes widen.

"No way. Are you seriously here with the pretentious--"

"You mean my girlfriend?" Leon leans forward in his seat, his jaw set and his fists clenched where they rest on the table. "Be very careful about your next words."

Girlfriend?

Josh blinks. "I meant nothing by it, man. I'm just surprised to see you here with her, is all."

Leon looks absolutely murderous. "And why would that be?"

"Just because, you know. We always talked about how annoying her attitude was. And that rivalry thing you guys had."

"I remember ditching you guys when you started ragging on her, yeah. Fuck off, Josh."

Josh raises his hands. "Jeez, okay man. I was just surprised. You're seriously choosing that girl over us?"

"This woman, yes. We were never friends like that. Forgive me if I prefer being with someone who doesn't make me consider the legality of finishing a college degree in prison."

Josh seems upset by Leon's statement, but Leon holds his ground. He jerks his head towards the rest of the gaggle. "Go."

Josh scampers away, metaphorical tail between his legs.

Leon immediately turns to you, brows furrowed in concern and body un-tensing. "Are you okay? Did he upset you? Do I need to kill him?"

You blurt out the first and only thing you got from that entire exchange.

"I'm your girlfriend?"

He re-tenses.

"Do you... not want to be?"

"No!" You shout, a little too loudly, because Josh and his friends look back over, but the ensuing glare from you and Leon is enough for them to look away so quickly you think you hear Josh’s neck pop.

"No," you say quietly, "I um. I'd really like to be your girlfriend. I just. I didn't know what we were."

He gets that fond look in his eyes again. The one he gets before he says something sappy.

"Baby," He says, reaching across the table and grabbing your hand. "I"m yours. I mean that. I didn't formally ask you out because I figured you wanted to take things slow."

"I did. At first."

He smiles. "Then princess, my princess, may I please be your boyfriend?"

You can't help the giddy giggle the escapes your mouth. "Yes."

"Oh thank god," He says, wiping fake sweat off his brow. "It would've been awkward to have a heart attack and die in this cafe."

"That seems a bit extreme."

"Not really. Have you seen my girlfriend? Cardiac events are a normal reaction, I assure you."

You don't get much studying done for the rest of the day.

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After that, there is a noticeable increase in study dates and date-dates. Leon is weirdly good at picking date spots and ideas.

The first time he introduces you as his girlfriend at a party, Ada shouts so loudly you think she might burst someone's eardrum. Your roommates all squeal with excitement when you tell them.

Chris, being Chris, says "Weren't you already dating?" when Leon tells him the news. That seems to be the general consensus.

You're on another study date right now, Leon's face doing that cute little scrunch thing when he's thinking about a math problem, and you set your pencil down just to stare at him.

He's your boyfriend.

You're his girlfriend.

He looks up at you, chewing on the end of his pencil. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No," You say, a little breathless. "M' just looking at my boyfriend."

He grins, leaning across the table to give you a kiss, soft and slow.

You're normally not one for PDA.

But maybe you'll allow it. For your boyfriend.

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[shidoglazer]

Hiii!! This is my first request on this blog feeling a bit shy or wtvr from how pretty it is 😻😻

Anywho, I was thinking about the song Les by Childish Gambino, specifically the part where he goes “Nobody else matters girl, and, uh. We're kissing in the bathroom. We're kissing in the bathroom, girl, and, uh. I hope nobody catch us. But I kinda hope they catch us, anyway” (I had to copy and paste that so I hope it looks normal and not formatted weird) and thought about an high school au party where Shidou and reader end up making out in the bathroom, reader being a bit worried that someone might come in while on the other hand Shidou doesn’t mind somebody coming inside the bathroom. In the end, someone does in fact walk in on the two of them😔. Do this if you like I just needed to request it to a great writer before forgetting!!

tumblr marked your image sensitive content LOL i was so scared to open it

shidou ryusei oneshot suggestive no smut but mdni anws

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* ＠shidoglazer

the house was bustling with disco lights that obliterated your vision and loud music that made blood rush to your ears. while your whole friend group has already scattered away, grinding up against other college boys at the party, you were scared to even strike up a conversation with anyone.

you made your way to the living room to find a place to sit, but it was completely occupied by multiple men manspreading while some girls were on their laps. you made your way to the kitchen, only to see jocks around the counter, yelling “chug chug chug chug!—” to one of their friends who was downing a bottle of beer. in a lost cause, you made your way to the bathroom.

you twisted the door knob, thanking the heavens no one was in there as you quickly went in and slammed the door shut, closing your eyes as you leaned against the door, letting out a sharp breath. you thought you finally had some peace before a voice came out, one too familiar.

“yo, princess.” shidou ryusei, your ex. your eyes snapped open as you saw the man at the bathroom mirror fixing his eyeliner, you quickly scrambled to stand upright, trying to find any words that could explain why you were in the bathroom.

“shidou?!- i, um, i was- trying to find a friend and, i, um— uhh,” you stuttered over your words, your fingers twiddling with the hem of your dress that barely covered your thighs. you tried to continue your sentence before being cut off by the man.

“nah, don’t gimme that bullshit. what? you ready to get back together? cmover here princess.” he closed his eyeliners cap, stretching an arm out. you wanted to leave, you wanted to go home, you wanted a lot of things right now— and yet for some reason, you wanted shidou.

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“r-ryu,,” you pull away from his tongue assaulting your mouth as he has you pinned against the counter of the bathroom, leaving a string of saliva between you two.

“yeah, doll, missed me s’much when i was gone huh? knew you’d come crawling back.” you could only nod hazily at his words, gripping onto his shoulders as you struggled to find your words,

“someones gon’catch us, we should stop,” you tried to push him away, only to be met with his hand, much bigger then your entire face gripping your jaw with such harshness, yet a few traces of gentle and warmth could be found in it.

“let them.” was all he said before diving his tongue back into your mouth, tilting your head up by your jaw as his other hand held tightly onto your waist as if you’d run away from him, but that was the last thing you’d ever want to do. you’d stay here forever if you could, trapped in a haze with your .. ex ? boyfriend ? friends with benefits ?? whatever.

your dress strap fell down to the side of your shoulder, revealing a pink laced bra underneath it, the one he bought for you, and it didn’t go unnoticed by shidou. this was the only time he let go of your body to flip you over so your back was resting on his chest, then bending you over the bathroom counter, causing you to squirm in shock/surprise.

“naughty f’cken girl.” he rolled his hips against the curve of your ass before his hand trailed up to your bra strap, hooking a finger underneath it as he pulled it upwards, then sending it down suddenly with a slapping sound against your skin. “s-shit ryu,” your breath shuddered, feeling his cold hands around your body as-

“y/n, your fucking ex?!?” your best friend yelled, standing at the doorway as she stared down at the shidou that was dry humping you against the counter. you quickly shoved him off and stood upright, dusting off your dress as you smiled awkwardly towards her.

“..anri! heyyy!..” “your best friends a real whore f’me, anri.” “?!?”

★ more bangers here ( my master list 🙏 )

[solar4seekstron]

A Sparkling?!

Tf1!Elita, D-16, B-127, Orion Pax, Sentinel Prime with Sparkling!Reader

Content: SFW, Just silly situations with the bots with a baby you.

Introduction Movies Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Wholesomeness, B is a silly bean (He was my favorite part to write ngl), Elita is a mom/Auntie, Y’all know D and OP will be the best dads, Sentinel I doubt will do anything with a sparkling and his is defiently the funniest.

One day while Orion was just running from the cops in the city he passes an alleyway of some of the higher ups apartments.

When he was able to get to a good hiding spot, he took a moment to breath.

Until he hears and sees a dumpster moving around. He came up to it with caution as he slowly opens a dumpster. And when he peaks over it only to be confused.

“What?”

He didn’t expect to see a little sparkling. You.

You had bright yellow optics and blue paint. You were gently nibbling at you cervo as you looked up at him as he picked you up. He’d hold you with his cervos holding you like anyone would with a baby.

”What’s a sparkling doing in a dumpster. And a miner sparkling no less.” He looked in the dumpster for a note or anything. But you giggled and reached for him as he looked back at you. You had the biggest smile as your optics shine brightly as you continue to try to eat your cervo.

His optics soon tearing up. Holy Primus you are adorable!!!

And so he does tthe only most responsible thing a bot can do in his situation. He brought you home and said you were Ds and the mother died in the last accident at the other mining area or something. Nobody really questioned it.

D though was not too happy to pretend to be a sire.

”YOU DID WHAT?!” Orion has you facing him so your back is turned to D. Who didn’t give you much mind at the moment. “Come on D just give them a chance. They have yellow optics and they’re really good.”

”I could care less if some sparkling you found in the dumpster is cuuuuuu….” He couldn’t finish as Orion turned you around.

You reaching both cervos to his helm as your had your usual large grin as you got excited when seeing him. The miners around you in the quarters not paying much mind.

D just stared at you as you continue to giggle as move your arms around in Orions cervos.

He soon takes you from Orion and instantly starts baby talking to you as you kept giggling. At least that’s until Elita came to the three of you. “Orion Pax! D-16! You two better explain to me why you both have a…”

She looked at you as D still had you in his arms. Your cervos gripping his larger ones as you looked up at her. You four are silent for a moment. D and Orion looking at each other unsure as Elita just looks at you with wide optics. As you do a frog blink she was instantly smitten.

”Gimme them!” D was too scared to not let her. She took you into her arms and held you up in front of her. “You shall be my successor! Elita…um Two!!”

You’d just stare at her. Then you make a baby sound that sounds like an E making her optics grow bigger like as if she’s a proud parent. Which she probably is now. So she instantly started scolding the boys after as you tried to reach for D and Orion.

”And-……..Guess you two are dads now-“

If B-127 met you first-

B was working. Watching trash go to the fire slowly. All of a sudden he hears from the dumpster a sparkling go “weeeeeeeee”. You’d landed on top of some trash.

You giggled as you sat up and reached for B. He just watched you.

His frame still as his helm moved watching you. As you got closer to the fire.

“………..”

”………………”

”………………………………….”

”Ba”

“HOLY SPARK YOU’RE REAL!!!!!!” He was fast to pick you up as you giggled and reach for him. Luckily they gave him energon. It just means he’ll eat less then half of what he usually does.

But it was all worth it in order to watch you grow.

If Sentinel found you-

You just sat there as Sentinel looked at you. Being held by a officer. You just stared at him with wide optics.

”……………..”

”………………”

”Eh..Eh Ew.” You said.

I hope you guys enjoyed this I know I did. I’m slowly getting more use to writing shorts. Although I will still get pretty carried away at times.

As always a repost is appreciated and I hope you guys enjoy my other works and see you all in the next one. Hope you all are having a good rest of your day!

[thebestofoneshots]

SERIES MASTERLIST

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Mostly canon-compliant. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Read Gilded Constellations on AO3

Read the French Translation by @nagareboshi-chiyo

Paring: Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x reader / Wolfstar x reader

Chapter average: 5k - 6.5 k

Content: Smut in later chapters, Poly!Marauders, throuple, graphic descriptions of violence, MAJOR and minor character death (this is The Marauders Era guys, you know), jealousy, angst, pining, love triangle, LGBTQ+ themes, The Wizarding war 1.0, implied child abuse, possible proofreading errors, mental health struggles, hurt no comfort, hurt with comfort, period typical attitude, first war with Voldemort, canonical character's death, fluff, Requited Love, F/M/M, mostly canon-compliant.

Status: Ongoing (Weekly updates)

♡ Indicates SMUT

PLAYLIST

01 | Summer Breeze

02 | Escape

03 | Bitter Sweet Symphony

04 | Rainy Days and Mondays

05 | Good times

06 | Crazy Little Thing Called Love

07 | Peaceful Easy Feeling

08 I Fooled Around and Fell in Love

09 | The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke

10 | Black Dog

11 | Do Ya

12 | You really got me

13 | Rebel, Rebel

14 | Maybe I’m Amazed

15 | No One Like You

Interlude (Q&A Event)

16 | Boogie Wonderland

17 | Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young

18 | Friends will be Friends

19 | Silver Bird

20 | Bad Moon Rising

21 | Fox on the Run

22 | Long Long Way From Home

23 | Hungry Eyes

24 | Peace of Mind

25 | I’ll get Even With You

26 | Hooked on a Feeling

27 | Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

28 | If You Want BIood, (You’ve Got It)

29 | With a Little Help From My Friends

30 | Bridge Over Troubled Water

31 | Strange Magic

32 | Come a Little Bit Closer

33 | More Than a Feeling

34 | You Belong to Me

35 | Chill of Desire

36 | Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

37 | Gimme, Gimme, Gimme

38 | Let the Good Times Roll

39 | Running With the Pack

40 | Hot Stuff

41 | Urban Adventure

42 | Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

43 | Sympathy for the Devil

44 | No One But You

45 | Hold The Line

46 | Comfortably Numb

47 | Let Me Take You Home Tonight

48 | Dust in the Wind

49 | High Hopes

50 | Love the One You're With ♡

51 | Some Guys Have All The Luck ♡

52 | Twentieth Century Fox

53 | Too Much Love Will KiII You

54 | Sail Away Sweet Sister

55 | Noone Together

56 | Who Wants To Live Forever

57 | Play the Game

58 | Staying Power

59 | Break on Through

60 | Stone in Love

61 | Mr. Blue Sky

62 | Born to be Wild

63 | Something About You

64 | Put Out The Fire

65 | Spell Binder

66 | Hot Love

67 | What's On My Mind

68 | Mysteries and Mayhem

69 | Livin' Thing

70 | Back Talk

71 | We've Only Just Begun

72 | Relentless 

73 | Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’

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BONUS TRACKS:

Your Theories, The Note, The Costumes, Sirius and the Chimney, Sirius and Vix after the bad moon, Evans and Vixen, Remus and Vixen at the infirmary, Remus holding Sirius at DADA, Remus and Sirius’ height difference, the FOXSTAR picture, Art by @nineloseteeth, We're going French,

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A/N: Most Poly!Marauders fics are oneshots, where the relationship between characters is already established, and they're all happy and pleased with it. No issues, no drama, but I WANTED the drama. Couldn't find it, so I set myself up to write the story behind the stablished relationship. I wanted to know how they started dating each other, the jealousy, the will they won't they, because getting into a poly relationship can't be an easy task, and I wanted to explore that story. If you're interested: Welcome to Gilded Constellations!

[thescarletnargacuga]

Love your series….ever thought about writing a oneshot of Caine and Pomni being nervous on their first date?? Just an idea! 😁

AN: And it's a lovely idea! Two nervous beans coming right up! I'm glad you like my Raceway series, it's fun to write!

ART BY: @waffle-gal

DATE NIGHT

WARNING: gets a teensy bit suggestive at the end out of context

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"Ow!" Pomni cried as Ragatha brushed her hair. "Are you trying to scalp me? Ease up."

"Sorry, I'm just so excited for you! You and Caine, finally on a date. Took you two long enough." Ragatha set the hairbrush down on the vanity and touched up Pomni's makeup.

"We've been out together before, just the two of us." Pomni adjusted the blue evening gloves that matched her ankle length dress. "It's really not that different." She was telling herself that, more than anyone else, to ease her nerves.

"Not that different!?" Gangle nearly dropped the gold necklace she was putting around Pomni's neck. "It's entirely different! You two agreed to a date. This isn't just you two hanging out. You're going to get closer romantically, not just as friends." She clasped the necklace in place and picked out some gold bracelets.

Pomni's stomach did a backflip. "It's just dinner. He doesn't even eat, we'll probably talk the whole time. We already do that. No big deal." She smiled nervously at herself in the mirror and squeezed the red shawl in her lap, trying to remain calm.

~

Caine floated with his hands on his hips in front of his closet in his dressing room. He stared at the line of tailcoats, all the same bright scarlet. His tie hung loosely around his neck. "Ugh! I don't know what to wear!" He dramatically threw his arms up. "It needs to be perfect! Pomni deserves nothing less! Presentation matters!"

He snapped his fingers and a coat appeared on his body. It looked the same as it always did. "Nope!" He snapped again, it turned green. "Nope!" Again, pink. "Fashionable! But no." Again, yellow. "No." Again, blue. "Definitely not!" Again, black. "Well, now! This is classy!"

He looked himself over in a floor length mirror, spinning his body 360° without moving his head. He snapped and his buttons and tie fastened themselves, and a red cummerbund accented his waist. "Now I just need my accessories!" He took one look around. "Hey! Who's got my hat?"

Bubble floated to him from inside an oversized toy box, wearing his top hat. "Look! I'm the ringmaster! Pomni, Pomni, Pomni!" Bubble danced around in the air mockingly.

Caine rolled his eyes. "Ha. Ha. Gimme that." He snatched his hat from Bubble and adjusted it on top of his head perfectly. He clapped his hands together and his cane telescoped out of his palms, he gave it a twirl for good measure. "How do I look?" He posed for Bubble.

"Like a [%$!#]." Bubble grinned.

Caine didn't know what else he expected. "Well, I can always count on you for an honest opinion." He popped Bubble with the end of his cane and took one more look at himself. "I just hope Pomni likes it."

He had it all planned out. He'd pick her up from her room in the tent, take her to a really nice restaurant he fabricated himself, then a romantic moonlit stroll in the garden terrace. He could do this. Consider it a special adventure. No need to be nervous. Not at all. Nope.

He was grateful he couldn't sweat.

~

Pomni paced by her door inside her room, holding her shawl around her shoulders like it would protect her from the anxiety tearing through her system. If she could go through the whole night without vomiting, it would be a miracle.

"I really will be alright, Pomni. You don't have anything to worry about. It's obvious to everyone that Caine likes you. You should try to relax and enjoy yourself." Ragatha tried to be reassuring but Pomni was practically vibrating with anxiety.

"But what if I mess it up!?" Pomni blurted out. "What if he realizes just how...how weird I am!?

The girls almost laughed. Ragatha put a hand on Pomni's shoulder to stop her from wearing a hole in the floor. "This is Caine we're talking about. If anything, he'll have to be the one to dial back the weirdness to not scare you away."

"No, no, not weird as in wacky. Weird as in awkward mess of a human being!" Pomni would have continued ranting about herself but the knock at her door silenced her.

"He's here!" Ragatha squealed. She and Gangle made sure Pomni was ready last second and hid behind the door.

Pomni opened it to see Caine in his sleek black suit; hat in hand, cane under his arm. Her eyes went wide as she looked him up and down shamelessly. "Wow.." she cleared her throat. "Hello, Caine. You look great." She smiled and stepped out of her room, leaving the door cracked. The girls inside peeked.

Caine clutched his hat to his chest. His pupils dilated as he took her in, from her red heels to her blue dress to her makeup. He committed every detail to memory. "Pomni... you're somehow more gorgeous than the last time I saw you! How did you do that!? Do you have special powers I don't know about!?"

Pomni knew her cheeks were going to be warm the whole evening, but she didn't think she'd want to dunk her face in cold water so soon. She looked down and picked at her gloves. "No, uh, Ragatha and Gangle helped..."

Caine flew around her, trying to see her at all angles. "However you did it, you look fantastic, my dear! Are you ready for our date?" He put his hat back on and offered her his arm.

Pomni gave a small smile and put her arm in his. "Yeah, let's go." Her stomach fluttered, full of butterflies. Caine being his usual boisterous self actually helped her feel at ease. If he could be confidently weird, maybe she could too.

Caine snapped and they teleported out of the tent. Pomni blinked and she was in a softly lit restaurant. All of the staff and patrons were the typical faceless NPCs, including the full orchestra performing on stage at the end of the grand ballroom sized room.

"Woah..." Pomni looked up and the ceiling was ornately painted. It looked like an A.I. generated oil painting, but it was nice nonetheless. A huge diamond chandelier glowed from the center of the room. A small two-seated table directly under the chandelier was the only one empty.

Caine smiled to himself as he watched Pomni take in the atmosphere. "I assume you approve?"

"Absolutely, I do. This place is so fancy."

"Only the best for you, my dear. I made sure of that." He escorted her to the table and her chair pulled out with a wave of his hand.

Pomni settled into the comfortable chair. The table had a white cloth and a vast array of cutlery. It looked like it had a special fork or spoon for every different type of food.

Caine sat but still hovered over the seat of the chair. He left his cane mid air and placed his hat on top of it like a hatrack. He took an inner sigh of relief. So far, so good. She likes the setting! She's absolutely stunning! They were on a date! ...now what?

Pomni made eye contact with Caine. They smiled at each other but neither said a word right away. They took in the general feel of their surroundings and decided it was a good one.

"So wha-"

"How-

They spoke at the same time and had a good laugh over it.

"You first." Pomni said.

"Nonsense, my dear. You go ahead."

"Oh, I was just going to ask what adventures you've been working lately."

"Now, now." He wagged a finger. "No spoilers. However, I will give you a hint. I've really been itching to do more underwater themes."

"Like reefs? Those colorful and vibrant coral habitats?" Pomni said hopefully. She grimaced at the thought of being under deep water.

"...that would probably be a better idea. Maybe I could make one big enough for the multi-whale." He tapped his "chin" in contemplation.

"The what, now?"

"No spoilers!" He snapped his fingers and a waiter came by the table and poured drinks. "Now, my turn. How do humans do this?" He leaned against the table.

"Do what?" Pomni took a sip of what was, at least presented as, wine.

"Date. What's the protocol? I wasn't programmed with this in mind. I, quite literally, have no idea what I'm doing. This-" he gestures to the whole room. "-was a mixture of background settings and NPC presets. So, how do humans, uh...what's the word I'm looking for here? Consummate?"

Pomni did a spit take. She coughed and spluttered and wiped her face with a napkin. "No. No, that's not the word. How do you even know that word? Never mind. Dating is a more intimate form of social bonding. Where two people get to know things about the other that would go deeper than just friendship." She surprised herself with her answer, it was very concise.

"I see. So, we should tell each other things we haven't shared with others? Like secrets?" He liked that idea.

"Pretty much." Pomni shrugged.

"Would you like to proceed?"

"Uhhh, how about turns? We could make a game of it."

"NOW you're speaking my language!" Cane rubbed his hands together.

Pomni giggled at how excited he suddenly got at the mere mention of a game. "Okay, it's called two truths and a lie. We tell each other three facts about ourselves, but one of them isn't true. You try to guess which one, and you win if you figure it out. But this game is more about the stories attached to the facts than actually winning anything. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, it does! I'll start!" He held up his fingers. "I was trademarked by C&A Tech Industries cerca 1997. I had a humanoid face, my current look is actually a permanent graphical glitch. And Bubble freaks me out."

Pomni thought for a second. "Bubble doesn't freak you out. You love Bubble."

"Wrong!" He said a bit too loud. He coughed and hushed himself. "Bubble is creepy! And they say the most horrific things! It just goes to show how good of a performer I am that you believe otherwise." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, looking smug that he fooled her.

"Wow! That's hard to believe, you have such a good stage presence together."

"We keep our beef off the stage. Anyway, yeah, the lie was my face. I was made to look this handsome on purpose." He winked.

That got a good laugh out of her. "You are uniquely handsome, I'll give you that."

"It's the pearly whites, isn't it? The ladies can't get enough of my smile."

"That they can't." She paused and stared for a moment. He was so easy to talk to, even if she didn't know what to say. Probably because he could talk enough for both of them, but it was nice all the same. She didn't know what she was so worried about earlier.

Caine cradled his chin in his hands and rested his elbows on the table. "You're turn." He was kicking his feet under the table. She had called him handsome. He was going to be riding that high for a while.

"Oh! Oh right. Uh, let's see... I don't like bananas. I can juggle. And I snort if I laugh too hard."

"If the third one is true Pomni, you know I'm gonna need to hear that cute little snort."

"Oh, it's not cute. Not even a little bit." She admitted.

"Ah-ha! So you DO snort laugh!"

"Wait, hey!"

Caine laughed hard enough to bring a tear to his eye. "Okay, okay, okay, so it's either bananas or juggling. Hmmm....you LOVE bananas."

"Nope." It was her turn to be smug. "Never liked them. They taste weird and have an even weirder texture. The lie was about juggling. I mean, have you met me? I had no coordination in these noodly limbs." Her cartoonish arms squiggled out to her side for emphasis.

He chuckled and took a deep breath. His ribs hurt from laughing. "You're hilarious, you know that?"

She smiled sweetly at him. "Do you know that you're really fun to be around? You bring so much energy into a room, even when you're not in show mode. You make me laugh. You make me...happy."

Caine sat upright. He felt a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest and held out a hand across the small table. She put her hand in his and he squeezed it gently. "You make me happy too, Pomni. Happier than I ever thought I could be."

Pomni felt warm and fuzzy too. She glanced at the side of the room that had huge glass doors viewing the garden outside. "How about we skip dinner? Take a walk with me?"

He didn't hesitate. He stood and continued to hold her hand as she joined him outside. His cane with his hat floated along behind them.

Outside was quiet, say for the sound of insects and nighttime birds. The warm light of the restaurant illuminated the courtyard. A fountain took center stage. Benches occupied the four corners. All of it was surrounded by the vibrant forest that was the garden. Colorful flowers and strange plants only parted for the narrow walkways. Fireflies danced their nightly ritual, giving the garden a mystical feel. The air felt cool underneath the late evening sky.

Caine took off his coat and draped it over Pomni's shoulders. "There you go. Can't have you catching chill."

Pomni hadn't stopped smiling most of the night, but this warmed her heart. Caine was the all powerful being of this realm. He could just change the temperature if he so desired, but instead he gives her his jacket. It felt so personal. "Who taught you this?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets. As far as you know, I'm just a regular Casanova." He leaned in with an exaggerated smolder in his eyes.

This made her go all shy. She gently pushed him away. "Don't ever make that face again."

"What? This face?" He did it again, but even more ridiculous. Sticking his tongue out as well.

She giggled. "Stop."

"Why Pomni? Don't you find dis attractive? Am I wooing you?" His face got even crazier.

She laughed harder. A small snort snuck out and she froze.

Caine stopped everything. Had he just heard what he thought he heard? "Yes! I did it!" He whooped and hollered, flying in a circle.

Pomni couldn't stop. He was making her laugh more and she snorted multiple times. Their laughter rang out into the night. Pomni became lightheaded from it and swayed. Caine held onto her but he himself was unsteady. They leaned on each other as they slowly caught their breaths.

Caine cupped her cheek and wiped away the happy tears running down her face. "You're laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world. Snort and all."

"Tell anyone about it and I'll deny it."

"Heh, our little secret then. A special laugh only I get to hear. I couldn't ask for more." He looked at her with softness in his eyes.

She stood close, her hands on his waist. He felt nothing short of lightning pass through him when she touched him. His gaze drifted to her lips. "Is it weird...that this didn't feel like a first date, Pomni?"

"No. Not weird at all." She instinctively got closer, keeping her eyes on his.

His other hand joined in on holding her face. He sounded out of breath. "Pomni...I want to kiss you."

"Then kiss me..." She whispered back. She waited to see what he would do. She had NO idea what he considered his own lips.

The tip of his tongue peaked out over the top of his bottom teeth. His bottom jaw puckered with his tongue and she got a lip lock of teeth and tongue. It was nothing short of magical. All the fireworks were going off in her head. Perhaps it was the digital world's doing or Caine's influence, she didn't care. Kissing him was full body euphoria.

They separated very briefly to look each other in the eye. They silently confirmed that they both had felt the same thing and immediately pulled each other back in. His hands supporting her back and neck as he leans into her, her arms fully wrapped around him.

~

Gangle and Ragatha played cards on the floor of Pomni's room. They wanted to be there to support her if things went tragically wrong. OR be the first ones Pomni spills all the datetime tea with. A snap sound outside the door makes them pause. They both scramble to the door and press their faces to it. They heard muffled voices on the other side.

"You were wonderful company, my dear. I look forward to our next outing. Rest well, and my apologies if I was a bit ... overenthusiastic. You're quite the rare delicacy." A quiet smooch sound. Gangle gasped, Ragatha slapped her hands over Gangle's mouth.

"I look forward to the next time too. And, don't apologize. I enjoyed myself. Goodnight, Caine."

Ragatha went as red as her hair. She heard Caine snap away and she flung the door open. Pomni jumped, not expecting the girls to still be up. Ragatha eyed the teeth marks on Pomni's ahoulder. "Tell. Us. Everything."

~~~

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[queers-gambit]

Save Me From Myself

title citation: Pray For Me by Kendrick Lamar ft. The Weeknd

prompt: ( requested ) in a moment of unparalleled anger, you learn what Joel really thinks of you.

pairing: Joel Miller x female!reader

fandom masterlist: The Last of Us

collection masterlist: Clingy Baby

word count: 6.5k+

warnings: mild spoilers, cursing, oneshot (no part two - yet), kinda abrupt ending, mild fluff, mild romance, drama! hurt no comfort, angst, kinda villainized Tess, mentions deceased child, legal age gap where all romantically written characters are 18+! kinda forbidden love, so kinda relationship angst, is this a break-up? idk. kinda friends to lovers to enemies, some depiction of anxiety, alcohol consumption, Lord's name in vain, use of Y/N, bit of verbal aggression, and as usual: emotions are hard. Joel's a panicked jackass in this.

-> important note: this has been rewritten. originally 1.9k+ words.

Hiking the wilderness wasn't for the faint of heart, yet still, it wasn't an easy feat for the strong willed either. You'd had your share of hikes around the Northeastern corridor on supply runs and smuggle missions; and after the Outbreak, had made the harrowing move from Texas north before setting in Boston - so it's not like you were inexperienced. But by God, after losing reliable transportation in Kansas City and heading west on foot, you were starting to regret the stationary years.

Yet you faired better than the 14-year-old of your group, who was panting and lagging up the current hill.

"Gimme that," you grunted at Ellie, picking her backpack from her shoulder with ease as the shorter girl protested with a small growl.

"I got it - "

"Take a break, kid," you smiled at her, shouldering the pack and keeping even pace with her side. "Tell me another one of those shitty jokes you love so much."

Ellie smirked and whipped out the book from her hoodie pocket, flipping through a few pages, scanning the pages, then deciding on one. "What... Is Beethoven's favorite fruit?"

You shrugged, "No idea."

"Ba-na-na-naaaaa!"

You genuinely laughed, you couldn't help it. "Oh, Goddamnit. That's a good one, I like that," you praised, eyeing her for a moment as she silently read down the page. You wondered, "You know, I meant to ask, but why that book in particular? I just mean, of all the personal things you packed...?"

"My friend gave it to me... It was a present," she explained softly, seeing your head nod of understanding. "Why did you keep that bracelet?" She gestured at your wrist.

Your eyes shifted over the man at the lead, clearing your throat, "Someone special made it for me... She gave it to me the Christmas before the Outbreak."

"Oh... It's nice. Surprised it's lasted, what? 20 years?"

"Somethings made with love, last. All right, c'mon, read me another."

Ellie flipped a couple pages, scanning the book, "Oh, here we go. What did one ocean say to the other?"

"Nothing, they just waved," you smirked.

"You shithead," she tisked. "Okay, okay, here's a good one. What's brown... And sticky?"

"Oh, Ellie, don't be crude - "

"A stick."

There was a long pause.

"Oh, you know what? Fuck you, kid," You laughed heartily. "I gotta remember that."

"You'll like this one, too. Why should you never trust stairs?"

You knew the answer, but humored her, "Mhh... Why?"

"Because they're always up to something."

You chuckled, "Good one, kid, yeah. Okay, okay, wait, I got one. Ready?"

"Lay it on me."

"How do you cut a Roman Emperors hair?"

"How?" She grinned, ready for the punchline.

"With Caesars."

Ellie paused, offering a confused look, "I don't get that one."

You both stared at one another for a long moment, still walking through the cold, dead field; up that horrendous hill. But at least the terrible jokes were helping pass time.

"You don't know Julius Caesar?"

"No? Who the hell is that?"

You chuckled, "You know what? Just as well, who fucking cares about the Roman Empire when we're living in the end-of-days?"

"It's a decent joke," Joel spoke for the first time in hours; holding his rifle protectively as he lead you both through the crispy wilderness, "for what it's worth."

You smirked at Ellie and teased, "Told you I was funny."

"You used the term punny."

"Both are accurate."

"I think you're just an idiot."

"I think you've got a helluva mouth on you, Goddamn."

Ellie grinned and flipped through her book, your gaze trailing to Joel and eyeing him for a long moment; considering the past years together, starting with your origin. You've known him since you were 18 and hired to babysit his daughter, Sarah, the summer before you left (only about an hour away) for university. You and her had grown impeccably close; where you returned for weekends with her even if Joel and his brother, Tommy, were home. Then, when you were 20, your parents passed in a drunk driving accident and next thing you knew, you were practically adopted into the Miller family. Holidays, family dinners, summers; they welcomed you fully - already a little unorthodox and happy to fit you in.

You soon were spending more time "back home" than in your own apartment you paid rent for. Sarah started to question why you wasted the money; why you didn't just move-in with them fully. But it was a line you refused to cross.

Throughout your years, you still babysat Sarah - but she was growing to a responsible age she no longer needed you; yet still insisted you come over to hang, to bake and cook, do laundry and homework together, gossip about boys - which was always a tentative subject for you. There was no way you could've told her your crush on her handsome single father, nor reveal the way he seemed to reciprocate with lingering touches, longing looks, easy and gentle smiles, inside jokes, and barrages of compliments.

Joel was everything you could've asked for - mature, loyal, sweet, considerate, protective, respectful. He isn't sure when his feelings for you planted nor bloomed, but soon, was vastly insecure about your age gap - you being "just" 22 and soon to graduate. However, after a night you two spent drinking white wine during a violent thunderstorm that stranded Sarah at a friend's house, it was almost natural for him to finally make a move. The pair of you had argued about music for about an hour, where you both had an opinion on what was the best slow dance song; resulting in the living room's lights to be dimmed and the pair of you swaying to the musical notes reverberating from a spinning CD. Both teasingly pointed out why your choices were a better tempo to dance to before the next track picked up and just forgot to pull apart.

The sweetened wine warmed your bellies, heightened senses, and made you both lean into the other's comforting embrace as if to mesh together; where Joel considered how mature you've always been, especially since losing your parents. He often forgot how young you were, but being so close, memorized your youthfulness and felt himself drawn to the irresistible plush of your lips.

You had gasped, "Joel."

"I-I'm sorry, fuck, I'm sorry, doll. I-I ain't mean - "

"No, hey, don't apologize, it's okay - more than okay, actually," your head shook, the dance coming to a halt. "I-I was just surprised, you know. I never really thought you'd... I don't know, feel whatever this is, too?"

"I shouldn't've done that - you're just a kid - "

"I don't think kids are old enough to drink," you smirked.

"Yeah, but... Fuck, you're practically family."

"And yet our last names are glaringly obvious and unless you know something I don't, positive we share no type of DNA. We're both single, consenting adults; I don't think I see what the issue is."

"Don't do that," he hushed.

"What?"

"Make good points," his eyes darted back to your lips, hands still secure on your waist. "You're Sarah's sitter - "

"She's not needed babysat in an age."

"Yet you still come around."

"That an issue?"

"A little." You felt disarmed by his response, but his hands tightened a fraction to keep you in place, "'Cause I can't stop this feelin'. I don't know what it is, but... I do know, it's you, doll. Think it's been you since we met, but it's wrong."

"Why?"

"I'm so much older than you. Should be... Distracted by all them college boys your age - "

"Yet it's you for me, too."

The silence was comfortable, just basking in the other's company while trying to read the other's mind. "I don't know what to do here," he admitted with a dry chuckle, letting his forehead fall to yours.

"Don't gotta do nothin'. Not yet, at least. Why don't we just... Go real slow, see if this is just lust or something else?"

"Yeah, baby, all right," he agreed, releasing his hold only to lift your hands back to his neck; resuming the gentle sway as thunder boomed.

About a month later, Joel knew you were on the way home for his birthday after your last in-person class lecture; taking several summer courses to expedite your graduation date. He left the door unlocked, grateful as Sarah had fallen asleep on his lap during their movie celebration and didn't wish to disturb her. You entered the home quietly, smiling in greeting when he held a finger to his lips before your mouth could even open. He noted the white pastry box in your hands as you deposited the usual duffel that accompanied you by the stairs. His brows pinched as you neared, whispering, "You're late."

"I had to make this after class - which got out late," you held up the box.

"What's that?"

"Figured you wouldn't treat yourself," you answered just as quietly, quickly checking to ensure Sarah's slumber before bending at the waist to kiss him in greeting. "Happy birthday."

Joel smiled bashfully when you lifted the lid of the box while perching yourself on the arm of the chair, revealing the homemade cake. "Bit late for cake, ain't it, doll?" He let his arm drop around your back to stroke your hip and thigh.

"Good thing it's best in the mornin'," you quipped. "You know, eggs, flour, milk - is practically pancakes."

"Thank you," he chuckled, lifting his chin with intent; where you happily leaned over to kiss him again. It was still so new, so forbidden; exciting and tantalizing to sneak around while 'figuring out' what you both wanted. Yet it was redundantly obvious this wasn't just lust - but indeed, something more. However, then the idea of telling Sarah and Tommy made you both nervous - so you agreed to remain quiet until after you graduated the first week of October.

While you brought the cake to set in the fridge, Joel's phone rang, and when you returned, he was stressfully wiping his face. "What's wrong?" You wondered softly.

"Fucking Tommy," Joel growled, "got into some shit, got his dumbass arrested."

"Again?"

"Don't even," he sighed, looking to his daughter then you. "Know I hate to ask, doll - "

"I'll stay here with her," you answered for him with a knowing smile, "you go bail Tommy out."

"Might strangle him, too."

You dipped to whisper in his ear, "If you resist, I'll do that thing you like in bed tonight."

"Fuck me," he breathed.

"Yes, exactly that," you chuckled, making him grin in amusement. "C'mon, take her up to bed - I can't lift her anymore."

"She's gettin' so big," he agreed. "Wish time would just stop."

If only you knew his birthday wish would come true and the entire planet would come to a screeching halt that would leave known humanity froze in time.

You sat at the kitchen table with the very last university final splayed around you to make your edits for turn-in as Joel carried Sarah up to her room. When he returned, he paused to look over your work, brows furrowing with impression, musing, "You understand all this?"

"Uh-huh."

"My smart girl," he smirked. "All right, I'll be back. Tell Sarah where I am if she wakes, and if not, good."

You chuckled, "Don't strangle your brother."

"You really gonna do that thing?"

"Have you known me to bluff?"

Joel growled and swooped down to hold your jaw and cheek, searing another kiss to your lips. "Don't fuckin' move," he grit, "unless it's t'get in bed - "

"Naked?"

"Good girl."

"Go," you chuckled, "we'll be fine here."

But the Outbreak was already underway. You tried to ignore the chaos outside; from racing cars, blaring horns, low-flying police choppers, to blowing transformers. Sarah woke from the noise, rubbing her eyes and asking where her father was to you slumped over the table; informing her he had to go grab Tommy 'somewhere'... But a glance at the clock made your stomach knot nervously. You knew the precinct wasn't too far and that Joel had picked Tommy up from jail before, that it didn't usually take this long - worrying something with the usual chaos outside was to blame for the delay.

There was nothing worrisome about Sarah returning their neighbor's loose dog to them... But when she didn't come right back, you found your nerves prickling yours skin and lifted to head out the front door. Just as you were crossing the yard, Sarah was barreling out of the home and Tommy's truck was pulling up in a screech at the curb.

The rest of the night was straight out of a nightmare.

You did what you could to protect Sarah, but in the end, nobody was safe, nobody was immune, and Death stretch His hand unto all of mankind alike. He left only select few; you, Joel, and Tommy being amongst the traumatized survivors. It was little comfort, all three fresh from losing Sarah in a brutally, unnecessary way.

The past twenty years had been anything but easy, and while you had gone into this pandemic together, you and Joel didn't actually stick together the whole time. You remember the way you tried to comfort Joel after Sarah, but he pushed you away; snapped that you were too naïve to understand, and that if you planned to offer generic comfort when he lost his beloved daughter, then you were both better off apart.

So you moved to one of the available Southern QZ's and the Miller brothers ventured into a bloody and violent nomadic life. It felt good applying your intelligence and speciality to survivors, but missed Joel and Tommy criminally. Yet as the years sluggishly passed, you were distracted by moving further north to the more sustainable QZ's - then settling in Boston.

Tommy, Tess, Joel, and a few other nomads arrived about a year later; exhausted from the brutality they had forced themselves to partake in, claiming in the name of survival. Joel was... Different, standoffish and no longer that sweet man you fell for. But Tommy appeared happy to see you; catching you up on the past five years, treating you akin to a humanized diary that would hold all his secrets. While you were deeply unsettled by some of his confessions, didn't find it in yourself to fear or crucify the man - trying your best to assure you didn't hold it against Joel, either. Since he seemed content keeping his distance, it was up to Tommy to relay your kindness - something that sparked life in Joel's heart, long since extinguished after losing Sarah.

However, considering your proximity with Tommy, it was he who first brought you to a secret Firefly Rebellion meeting. Their goals and morals strongly alined with yours and evidently, tickled something deep in Tommy's ex-Army Ranger heart; so, first chance you had, you broke away.

Technically, you and Tommy broke away. But still.

Joel turned to a life of shadiness with Tess at his right hand (and on his cock). The two of you were estranged even in the Boston QZ - until one fateful day, he saved your ass from a pair of FEDRA agents harassing fellow citizens.

He didn't just distract your assailants, but put them in the dirt, helped pick you up, dust off, check for injury, then escort you home. Once at your apartment, he ensured you weren't hurt and was truly okay; then lingered as you broke out a bootleg jar of Moonshine. It was like that night when you were 22 - indulging in the alcohol to lower defenses and speak candidly. It was like no time had passed, comfortable with the other to disclose harrowing secrets and desires. He confided that Tess was just a distraction, someone like him that posed enough support; but that his love... His love was still reserved for someone more suitable, like you.

You told him it wasn't the time nor place for such confessions, but that you appreciated hearing the words. He asked if there was someone in your life - even mentioning Tommy by name - but you admitted there was nobody but him; you just felt discomfort discussing such emotions when he had a bedwarmer.

And just like that, he was back in your life - as if by the snap of fingers. Just as friends, though.

You hated to admit it, but it felt nice having a constant back in your life. Joel was your tether to what was and what is, and without him, you felt akin to a kite with the string cut - useless and drifting away. During a late night that you (begrudgingly) went on a smuggle run with him, he admitted he had regretted his words and actions in the Texan tent city post Outbreak Day; that he felt he lost the last part of himself after losing you, too. It was all you wanted to hear.

After that, you came around more to see how much your old companion had changed in your time apart. Joel was familiar, he was family; had always been something of a source of comfort and peace for you, no matter the complex emotions either of you were plagued by. He was usually protective of your wellbeing - even if he had a strange (and borderline unhealthy) way of showing it - creating a bubble of safety for the two of you to survive in.

You eventually left the Fireflies to join Joel's side again; met Bill and Frank, venturing out and about past Boston with Joel and Tess, the latter of who simply despised you for just existing. She was never fond of you, more so now that Joel was obviously attached to you; no matter the rigid boundaries you kept in place between the pair of you.

Joel never let her argue about you, he never cared for her opinion nor what assumptions she had. He kept you where he liked you: close; and if she sneered any hateful slander, Joel was swift to push her away in favor of you. It warmed your heart in a bit of a fucked up way; feeling guilty for benefiting from another woman's rejection. Yet it wasn't your fault the history you had with Joel, nor the lingering emotions you two danced around but refused to acknowledge.

One time, Joel actually kicked and locked Tess out of the apartment because she was rude to you and told you to "get lost," and "out" of "their" lives.

How could you not feel safe? Comfortable? Secure? Wanted? While Tess made it hard, Joel also made you feel welcome; like you were reclaiming the place you were always meant to have and be in.

It was the beginning of their end, where Joel obviously valued you more than Tess - but she had nowhere else to turn and your guilt prevented Joel from kicking her to the curb completely; still having value in smuggling.

When Tommy went MIA, Joel confided in you his initial plan; where you intended to use your old Firefly connections to arrange for the exchange of a functioning car battery. Tess insisted it was a trap and whatever trade you made would've been pointless, that your connections were illegitimate. You were docile by comparison to the feral woman, telling Joel you didn't want to cause tension and allowed Tess to impose herself in your plan to go west search of his brother. There was empathy in your gut for the older woman, knowing exactly what it was like to hold love for a man that wouldn't (or couldn't) openly love you back.

Obviously, nothing went to plan; and now, you and Joel were transporting Ellie Williams west to another Firefly settlement. Joel was ready to refuse and kill both Marlene and Ellie to keep them off his back, but you insisted - saying she was just a kid, and begging he think of it as Sarah who was separated from him. He'd want someone - anyone - to take the risk and get her back to his safety. Tess hated how you were the only one seemingly allowed to mention the girl without Joel stabbing them; more so when you successfully convinced him to the deal: get Ellie into Boston and the Fireflies would provide them with reliable transport. However, for all it's worth, Tess was who convinced Joel to take Ellie to Bill and Frank's when her immunity was discovered.

She didn't make it out of Boston.

Bill and Frank were both dead, but they had a truck with a rechargeable battery as well as supplies required to travel across country.

Eventually, you made it to Jackson and reunited with Tommy once more, overjoyed by his familiar face and scent. The relief on Joel's face wasn't missed, but after getting Ellie settled, noticed again the stagger he was recently plagued by. Your concern returned tenfold, not knowing the evident boundary you were about to cross when quickly pulling Tommy aside to voice your concern for the man you loved since you were 20.

"He's been clutching his chest, walking slower than I've seen before," you hissed to Tommy. "I don't think he's havin' a heart attack or whatever, but something ain't right, Tommy. He's not doin' the best, I'm real worried. He won't talk to me 'bout anythin' anymore... Not really since we left Boston."

"I'll talk to him, doll, don't worry," he assured. "Thank you for tellin' me. Know he's my big brother, but we've always taken care of him, huh?"

"Somethings don't change."

"He's still a mess," Tommy mused.

"Don't say that - he's not a mess, just a product of his environment. We all are."

Tommy smirked, "Yeah, still defendin' him. That sure ain't change."

"Why would it?" You scoffed, playfully nudging his arm.

"He's lucky t'have yah, doll. Someone lookin' out for him."

"Someone needs to - and he watches my back, too."

"You know, y'all were always such a cute couple. Why didn't y'all ever get together, again?"

"Bye, Tommy," you laughed, forcing yourself to walk away as heat pitted your stomach.

You believed Tommy when he said he'd check on Joel, there was no reason not to. You (willfully, blindly) believed Tommy would go about this subject with sensitivity and wouldn't mention your words of concern. Joel had a known temper and if he caught wind that you spoke his name, even in passing, he would lash out, so, truly, you thought Tommy wouldn't tip Joel off, but oh, you were wrong. Very wrong. So very, very wrong.

After seeking peaceful solace walking around Jackson, learning the ins and outs, bits and parts of the commune and relishing in the functionality and normalcy, you returned to the house you, Ellie, and Joel were offered. Stepping inside, you were met with a pacing, fuming Joel and an awkward looking Ellie. "Hey, guys. What's going on?" You felt worried, fearing for the worst, asking, "What's wrong? God, what happened now?"

"You," Joel snapped. "You're what's wrong! You fucking happened!"

"Woah, what the hell did I do?"

"Joel," Ellie tried with a frown, "she just walked in - "

"You had a word with Tommy, now, did'yah?" He demanded, ignoring Ellie to focus his glare fully on you. "About me?"

"Well - yeah - I mean - "

"No," he seethed with narrowed eyes and furrowed brow, "fuck your excuses! Where the hell you get off talkin' to my brother like that? Huh? You worried 'bout me, you say somethin' to me - otherwise, the hell you talkin' for?"

"Joel - "

"You overstepped, girl," he shook his head and pointed a scolding finger at you, "'cause my health ain't your fuckin' concern - "

"Of course, it is! Fuck's sake, how can you even say that? All the years we've spent together, you think you're not my concern? Fuck you, man! I'm the only one looking out for you! I get you're mad, fine, okay, you know what? I get it, I'm sorry I overstepped by telling Tommy how worried I am, but for the love of God, Joel, I am worried about you because you're not okay! Nowhere near the same man you once were!"

"Are any of us?" He huffed.

"You don't think we've noticed the way you've slowed? How you clutch your chest? That's a legitimate concern! I'm allowed to be worried about you - "

"No, the fuck you're not! We're not together! We were never together, you just were my kid's babysitter!"

"I was never just anything, you jackass! You're who brought me into the family, Sarah's the reason I kept comin' back, but you're why I stayed! You kissed me that night, you're who started all this!"

"And nothing fucking came of it! It was just lust!"

"Oh, bullshit! So now we're lying? So what, Joel? Huh? Am I supposed to believe you right now? Or all the nights we spent together? Huh? Or how about when you confessed regret pushing me away after the Outbreak? How you felt you lost the last part of yourself when you lost me? Or when you wanted to blur the lines of boundaries - even when Tess was still around? The fuck am I supposed to believe, Joel!? That it's not real for you? Fuckin' bullshit - I know it is! I know you got feelings for me, even after all this time! You wanna panic because my feelings are still alive and real and I'm unafraid of them, because I genuinely care about you and your well being? That's fucking fine - but don't you dare lie to me! You can deny it six ways from Sunday all you want, but you care about me - "

"Oh, Goddamnit, girl - "

"I'm not a girl anymore! I wasn't a girl when we met! I'm a grown ass woman with grown ass feelings!"

Joel resorted to dirty measures, remembering a twenty-year-old confession you made about your sensitivity to certain labels. "You know, somethings change - my feelings from years ago certainly have. If you weren't so Goddamn clingy all the time, you'd see that. If you weren't so Goddamn clingy, you wouldn't feel whatever compulsion this is to concern yourself with something that ain't got shit to do with you! If you weren't so Goddamn clingy, you'd understand I'm not your fucking responsibility! Get outta this 20-year school girl dream, I'm not yours to worry about! I'm not yours in general! And I never fucking was! It wasn't real, Y/N, we just fooled around some! That's done and over with! Get over it!"

You blinked in shock, feeling disarmed by the harsh tone and bruising words he shot; seemingly remember that same confession, realizing he was using your words against you.

"Joel, we're both worried about you," Ellie stepped in again when you were stunned into silence, watching the way you took half a step back as if physically struck. "Don't be such a dick, she's just looking out for you - that's not being clingy. That's just being a good person, not like you're exactly deserving right now - "

"Bein' a good person by involving those that don't need to be involved? Unnecessarily worrying others? Stay outta this, kid!" He sneered, glaring at the girl before rounding on you. "From now on, you stay in your place - enough with this - this fucking - this protector bullshit you think of me as - "

"I don't think of you as a protector for no good reason, your actions speak a helluva lot louder. So, what, Joel? All the times you actually protected me, I'm supposed to just, what? Forget all that? Not take them into consideration?" You asked quietly, fighting internally to keep the devastation off your face and tears out your eyes.

"Yes! You were important to Sarah, I kept you safe outta respect and love for her! I know how shit once was, but everything's different now and you need to catch up. Fuck the past, you better listen to me now, girl, and get it through your head: we ain't together and I'm not yours to care about! To talk about! You cling any fucking tighter and I'll suffocate, so back the hell off! I don't want your concern and I certainly don't need it. Think you can tell me what I feel? Least I'm not clinging to a 20-year-old affair that lasted all of a month! Get a Goddamn grip and let me fucking breathe!"

You nodded slowly, watching him storm off; door slamming after him hard enough to make both you and Ellie flinch. Never before had you been on the receiving end of Joel's unparalleled anger, never had he so much as raised his voice at you. Your chest was heavy, hating how well he knew you enough to cause this magnitude of emotional pain. God, it almost felt physical. "I, uh..." You cleared your throat, looking around helplessly as if to find an answer in the living room furniture, "I should... Um, uh, you know what? I'll just - uh, yeah, no, I can just, um... Yeah, I should - yeah."

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, well-aware of your history after weeding it out of you during one of the hikes when Joel was trailing behind from exhaustion. He had once trusted you with the rifle at the lead to protect them both, yet now, couldn't - or wouldn't - trust you to speak to his brother out of legitimate concern.

"You didn't do anything, kid."

"No, but that wasn't very nice of him to say."

"No, I suppose not," you smiled ruefully, giving a hearty, heavy sniffle.

"I thought you two were, like, in love - "

You couldn't stomach this conversation, cutting her off, "I should, you know, go and find somewhere to crash - "

"Woah, hang on. Why wouldn't you stay here?"

"I don't exactly like to be where I'm not wanted," you replied lightly, keeping your tears at bay; trying to act as if you were unbothered by Joel's anger. "I just need to clear my head for a bit, you know? Go for a walk or something. Maybe he just needs some space, I don't want to be here and upset him more... You two have a mission at hand," you tried to smile, "that's bigger than us all, and whether I see the end of it or not doesn't matter now - what matters is you, Ellie. This petty squabble will pass," you lied, "because you're all that matters. I won't risk further upsetting Joel, gambling with this already sketchy-ass plan and put everything we've worked towards so far at jeopardy." You both tried to smile. "We did what we set out to do - Joel's with Tommy and, uh, we're all the closer to the Fireflies. It's okay, kid, I know when to walk away," you ended softly.

She nodded, opening her mouth but closing it instantly; knowing you were stubborn enough that she didn't even attempt to stop you. So, she did the only thing she could do: offered her joke book.

"Oh, Ellie, honey, no," you breathed, "no, no, I can't take that, it was a gift."

"And now I'm gifting it to you," she shrugged, holding the book out. "C'mon, just take it, it'll make me feel good knowing you're cracking shitty jokes to yourself - or to whoever will listen."

"I can't take this," you whispered.

"Just make sure you stay alive to give it back," Ellie compromised.

"If you promise t'stay alive so I can return it."

"Deal."

"Deal," you smirked, opening your arms and embracing the girl the moment she rushed into your chest. "Here... Here, take this," you whispered, maneuvering your arms around her to pull off the bracelet Sarah gifted you for Christmas 20+ years ago.

"But - "

"Nah, shut up and take it. That way, we both have something to return, right?" You smiled gently, taking her scarred arm that was bit months ago and sliding the bracelet in place. "There... Looks good. See this?" You pointed to one of the charms, Ellie nodding. "It's called an Evil Eye. It supposed to protect you - if you believe that kinda shit. I did once, why my girl got this for me. See, I was away at university and she wanted t'keep me safe when I wasn't home. So, uh, you let it do the same, okay?"

She chuckled and admired it, shaking her wrist to make sure it wouldn't accidentally slip off. "Thanks, Y/N," Ellie whispered.

"I'll miss you, kid. Be careful out there," you returned at the same volume. Ellie frowned and stepped into your embrace again, this time, tighter - as if it was goodbye. You prayed to a deaf deity that it wasn't. "Hey, it's all right," you pulled her off, "I'll see you real soon, kid, I promise. After you save the world."

"You bet," she offered a closed-lip smile. Ellie wasn't very affectionate, but after the months of trauma bonding, preened when you pressed a supportive kiss to her forehead.

"Hey, uh," you moved towards the front door after grabbing your still-packed bag, "keep an eye on him for me. I know he'll keep you safe, but, uh, Joel's got a bad habit of forgettin' himself."

"You should just come with us - "

"Nah, kid. You heard him, gotta stay in my lane. Y'all are on this path now - but please, just, uh... Yeah, just look out for him. Please... For me."

Ellie nodded in agreement, her brows pinched as you fled the house. Avoiding the populated areas did you no good, nearly running directly into Tommy's wife, Maria, just outside the old cantina. "Oh," you jolted in shock, "sorry, I wasn't payin' much attention."

"That's all right," she assured, eyeing your pack. "Goin' somewhere?"

"Oh, um, yeah, just inside - thought I could crash in the cantina. Figure out my next move tomorrow."

"Something wrong with the house we put y'all in?" She chuckled. "What? Bed not big enough for you and Joel's ego?"

You frowned, "No, uh... He doesn't want me around no more. Thought it best I find my own lodgin'."

Maria's brows furrowed, "What happened?"

"It's nothing - look, I don't wanna impose, so, I'm just gonna crash inside."

"No, ma'am," Maria shook her head, "you'll come with me. Months in the woods, know you want a bed."

"I would literally kiss you on the mouth if I ain't know about you and Tommy."

This made Maria snicker and wave you after her, the pair of you navigating the night towards her home. You cast a quick look over your shoulder to where Ellie and Joel were boarding, noting one of the bedroom's lights on - but not the one Ellie claimed. You wished he come find you; shit, you'd even take a look out the window by that point. But Joel's anger was legendary and wouldn't be rectified by a couple hours apart. Inside, Maria helped you make up the main floor's spare bedroom before offering you a change of clothes for the night. After she left, you imagine she told Tommy about their newest guest because he knocked at the door and opened it with a frown.

"The hell you doin' here, doll?" Tommy chuckled, leaning in the doorway with crossed arms.

"Needed a place to crash, your wife was nice enough to put me up here."

"Why aren't you over there? Sure Joel's okay with this? He's probably lookin' for yah - "

"I doubt that, Joel's the one who didn't want me around, Tommy. He needs some space or whatever."

"What?" He gasped, glancing to the hall before stepping in and shutting the bedroom door. "What the hell happened?"

"He wasn't too happy with me after we talked."

"Fuck," Tommy winced, sitting to the end of your bed you were sitting up in. "I-I'm sorry, Y/N, I shouldn't've said anything 'bout yah."

"Nah, it's all right - he would've figured it out."

"He seriously kicked you out?"

"Yeah, kinda, called me clingy and basically said t'get over him, but I also didn't wanna linger where I'm not wanted nor welcome. So... Here I am."

"He called you fucking clingy?"

"Yeah. For what it's worth, I yelled at him, too... So..." You shrugged.

"But... C'mon, doll, it's you and Joel - "

"I told you, he ain't the same, Tommy," you sighed. "Thought I was doin' him a favor talkin' to yah, but it proved a mistake. That's my fault, I'll deal with the consequences. Just wish I didn't make him that upset and uncomfortable."

"Nah, I get it," he frowned. "Know, he, uh, he asked me t'take Ellie to the university."

"What!?" After Tommy explained what he and Joel spoke of, where he was assured you knew of her immunity already and didn't think he was oversharing, the two of you sat in heavy contemplation. "Listen, um... I don't know what Joel's gonna do or where he's gonna go, but he's real protective of Ellie. I mean, we both are, but... Whatever, um... Look, I'm not really sure where to go from here but fuck's sake, I don't think I got another cross-country trip in me. You think it's too much to ask...?"

"Doll, I'd be offended if you didn't stay. We got plenty of room, and you know you're always welcome with me," Tommy smiled. It was a relief to hear after the way Joel's words made your chest feel as if it bowed at the breast bone. "So, uh... Gonna tell me what the hell actually happened? What the hell did he say to you?"

"Tommy, you're such a fucking gossip!"

"Takes one to know one! And you fucking love it. Now, c'mon! You're in our guest room, owe me some kinda explanation." You considered his words before nodding and launching into a several hour yap session; both sitting crossed-legged on the bed.

You'd never know that when Joel got back that night and saw your items gone, he breathed a sigh of relief. In his head, with you gone, it was one less person to worry about; one less loved one to risk losing; one less painful reminder of Sarah, of the life he had before. While his mind played tricks into thinking he saw Sarah in town today, he realized you were the constant trigger.

The single strand that kept him in the past. A harrowing reminder of who he was, who he wanted to be. What prevented him from truly moving on; healing.

He repeated that someone couldn't heal in the environment that made them sick - but a little voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his daughter reprimanded him that you weren't who or what that made him sick. You were - and had always been - his remedy, his salvation, his person. The voice reminded him that he loved you, but the darker part of his anger refused to accept that part.

Though not done in the best or most respectful way, in his heart, Joel knew he needed to shove you aside to get you to let go; you saw too much "good" in him. You saw him in the same light as Sarah, and he couldn't handle that; could not fathom that there was anyone left in this world who saw anything remotely humane in him.

So, Joel did what he did best: made his own life infinitely harder by pushing away those who loved him.

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[dackychansworldofhoshino]

KIRISHI

Read right to left <- (page 5-8) top right is beginning and bottom left end

This is the continuation to my first post about this oneshot of my oc kirishi, I will upload 4 pages everyday until its ended.

pages 1-4:

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It’s pretty good 2

(Note: most of those can be read over bato, mangabuddy, mangago and Vymanga. If you can’t find it, send me an ask/message)

don't delete

Kinks (warning): vaginal sex, handjob, overstimulation, tongue kissing, teasing, biting, marking

The art is very nice, though there are still a few panels I didn't like in terms of art, cuz it looked weird or smt. But that's fine. The guy is a literal shark, he's cute though so at least something. This tells the story of a girl, who had to work with this guy on a group project, but he's rude to her. Suddenly she got a new app on her phone and started seeing the 'interest rate' he had in her over his head. So she thought it was due to the app. Then they made up and fucked. I like her ex, gimme her ex please.

Miyoshi wants to make a younger dog cry

Kinks (warning): vaginal sex, cunnilingus, ear licking, nipple play, teasing, bondage

Guess what? Oneshot! Very stable and consensual, and errrm, yea. Boring? Makes sense since it's their first time, but yea, it's a good read, nice art and great communication. The smut was.. yea. Whatever. When she teased him it was fun

First Switch ~Soft Fluffy Wife x Elite Husband

Kinks (warning): vaginal sex, somnophilia, handjob, fingering, nipple play, cream pie, blowjob

This is the other one to the 'Elite x pretty boy'. I'll say I liked the other one more, cuz of everything. This time they had some miscommunication, he became drunk, she touched him in his sleep, and make-up sex bam. Ain't that great. Oh, also seems like this is the second part? Cuz they were already married, and they married in that other one. Whatever, anyway, one shot again :]

If I have a chance, I want to wrap my boyfriend's fetishes!

Kinks (warning): vaginal sex, fingering, sex toys, handjob, humping, teasing and probably a few more

It was almost vanilla if you ask me, but that's my opinion. They are adorable though. Sooo, this girl is dating an university student I think, and she visited him during some festival. I forgot if it was Christmas or New Year's Eve. Then she found out she is neither a dom or a sub, she just wants to see her bf in bliss and in pleasure. That's cute, isn't it? So it's a healthy relationship (if I remember

[Ukedan (Yoshiaki)] 41-sai Doutei Hishojo na Otto wa Konya mo Tsuma ni Aisareru

Kinks (warning): fingering, chastity belt, pegging, teasing, cum eating

Another one from that artist, the last one l've currently featured I think. Maybe I'll rate some more in the future. I believe this one is about an arranged marriage, where the guy has difficulties interacting with woman, so she took the lead every time. Asking him out on dates, leading convos or in bed, which is why, he got dicked down. But he didn't mind it so they married :D the story was a little funny when she first wiped out the strap and his face went

Hardcore vanilla

Kinks (warning): pegging, impact play, bondage, semi public, neglect play, fingering, anal play, nipple play, vaginal sex, sex toys and many more

Many must know about this one? I have to be honest, I dropped this after two chapters or smt, then went back to it, and stopped after two chapters again. Even now I haven't finished reading this because the art style is making me sleepy (idk how that works), and the story is kind of boring to me. The smut is good though, as far as I can tell. And since many people seemed to like it, I put it here. I won't ever finish it though cuz god this one always makes me fall asleep.

is it wrong to get done by a girl

Kinks (warning): pegging, vaginal sex, fingering, blowjob, handjob, teasing, sex toys and maybe a few more

Slow burn all the way. It was really adorable and I didn't mind the slow burn, until the author cockblocked us for the like third time. I couldn't take it anymore. That's what I say but I did finish this one cuz I thought it was very cute. Now they are both switch, which is fine by me. Kind of doesn't make sense considering the girl didn't like anyone taking the lead at first, but ig she grew to like it in the end. The guy has a trauma from dissatisfying woman by being so stressed out he can't pop a boner, leading to him having an even harder time, which is why she took the lead to lessen his stress, that's the story lol.

Lady & maid

Kinks (warning): cunnilingus, semi public, crossdressing, pegging, fingering, sex toys, nipple play, handjob, teasing and much more

Here, it tells the story of a girl who inherited a fortune and a house from her grandpa who was rich rich. Not only that, she also inherited a butler, gardener, two maids and a cook. They all like her and are her working personal harem (lol). The two maids and the butler are subs, (though I think the butler was switch-sub leaning) the cook and gardener are doms. The art is pretty good, I like it, sometimes the proportions look a bit off but that's fine. Also the younger maid looks a little like a kid, I guess shouta boy? Btw this is from an otome game—

Ore Dake ni Koakuma na Doukyuusei

Kinks (warning):

Forgot a lot but I think the ML didnt believe the girl actually wanted to go out with him and somehow in the end they ended up together? And I think she was very forceful. Not sure if it’s dub-con or rape anymore. Art is good though

Uraaka Joshi wa Oonahokoki ga Shitai! ~Nanpa shita Doutei Danshi o Onaho de Tappuri Kawaigaru Manga~

Kinks (warning): teasing, sex toys (fleshlights), bj, grinding…

This has no English translation (I think) so I have to clue what happened. I’m guessing they just hit on a random guy that was kinda cute, and he agreed, then they fucked around. Yea- (also I have to censor so much out of this pic bc of tumblr….)

[dilfdater420]

CALLING ALL CECIL LOVERS

I’ve been cooking up some Cecil x reader concepts in my noggin and I wanna see what people would wanna see the most. Btw, I’m doing them all regardless.

I have explanations for what each thing is under the poll/cut!

1. Cecil x Reader w/ different insecurities

So basically, whatever insecurity I can think of or would be requested I would make a headcanon, drabble, or oneshot post for. It would become a little series dedicated to Cecil dismantling those insecurities. He would basically say you’re beautiful/handsome/smashing in his own special IN CHARACTER way. It would be how I perceive he would act depending on the insecurity.

2. Cecil x Old Friend from basic training!Reader

While Cecil was training to be on secret service, he got to know you—still deciding whether you two would be in a relationship prior to, I’m open to suggestions—and he hasn’t seen you in a long time. Has the capacity for angst if you’re nasty, could be fluff but I feel a tinge of evil within me.

3. Continue my Cecil x Similar!Reader Scenario I had

For those unaware, I made a little headcanon and drabble post a while back depicting a reader who’s basically the leader of the evil GDA checking Cecil on his morality after being captured. Shameless plug here if you wanna read it for clarity/context sake.

Anyways, the continuation could either be a prologue or a sequel, haven’t decided yet.

4. Cecil x Reader related to song lyrics

Idk if you guys have ever seen those drabble posts authors make when they connect the storyline of a post to lyrics of a certain song. If you haven’t, just disregard this lol. But for those that have, gimme your input!

5. Cecil x Childhood Friend!Reader

Pretty self explanatory except I have a head canon Cecil grew up in rural Kentucky growing okra

6. Anything you have in your dark, twisted mind

If you don’t like any of these, what do you wanna see?

Request me if you have something that you haven’t seen anywhere else and are curious about. If you’re interested in my writing capabilities, search up the hashtag, “i’m ceciling it” on my blog as a portfolio to judge with.

But yeah, if you have any thoughts, questions, demands, either tell me in the comments or walk on over to my ask box. I love interacting with our little community so much and it means the world to me to get input.

Thank you Cecil Nation *salutes

[thebowieconstricker]

Okay my Lucifer Morningstar obsession is only growing stronger and I wanna write some oneshots, gimme some ideas!

No nsfw suggestions please, he’s just a single dad looking for love <333