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shopcat · 2 days
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a clone is not a sci-fi miracle that's inherently evil or amoral just because there's (probably) no human cloning at this moment in history oh my god... we have made clones we've been making clones for years annoying rich people clone their pets all the time. you're just making a test tube baby from the dna of one person only instead of two it's not a moral failing you're not Barely Human you're a normal human being that was cloned. they'd probably even just squirt the cloning gunk into a surrogate bc the hardest part would be growing the baby i assume. if you found out you were secretly a ROBOT you would all run into the sea I know you're just lying for real... if you're a clone you just look like some other person which happens anyway. you just have an identical twin sibling who is older than you. and anyway you can just take hrt and then you won't look like them if it really is that horrible. unless you want to be a robot because it's cool i guess but otherwise you're all so dramatic 😑 i think being a clone would be cooler anyway
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yumethefrostypanda · 1 year
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AAaaa
Can the next two new followers please hold XD I'M NOT READYYYno please not hold
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arsonyard · 1 year
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hiya
m alive lol (barely)
currenlty feelin like shit like shitty asf + im with finals and deadlines for uni projects which doubles or triples the shittiness
m sorry if ion answer anything even if u see me online somewhere, i rlly dont have the energy for socialisin rn
for my discord darlings, ill be back soon i hope, m sorry babes ily to bits
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elaboratedexpression · 11 months
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Talking during suhoor time makes me wanna punch people in the face low-key but then I’m remembering my friend’s voice sayinf “sabr ka pall meetha hota hai”
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therewithinthestars · 4 months
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shout out to levi to still somehow being my comfort character that i remember in the middle of nasty sleep paralysis attacks despite not being in aot fandom for years (the only comfort character i can remember in those moments btw)
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dex-starr · 10 months
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Swear my brain feels that I’m doing feel and it be like “nah nah nah not on my watch dude”
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selineram3421 · 2 months
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Lovesick Alastor Headcanon
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Alastor X Reader
Warnings ⚠
⚠ deer man is possessive/obsessive over you, hides it somewhat, very yandere coded but doesn't force you to do anything you don't like, suggestive/implied, hint at cannibalism, blood, ☺🔪 ⚠
This goes for almost all versions of the Reader. Child reader/platonic relationships excluded.
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He's had his eye on you for a while now. Of course you didn't know since he always kept his composure.
You were a jewel among rocks to him.
Will do anything to make you fall in love with him. Not make but persuade.
Uses Vox as a dummy whenever he can to make himself look good.
Waits for you to approach him.
And when you do he's the happiest demon in Hell.
He likes when you wear red. Especially if you are covered in blood.
Its not yours, no. He'd never let that happen.
Literally crazy about you.
He doesn't do PDA but behind closed doors is a different story.
Alastor is a gentleman! He won't do anything unless you ask him to. Kisses, cuddles, hand holding, biting-
*cough*
Depending on what you like of course.
Only spills your blood with your permission. Fully consensual.
Likes holding you close or having you nearby. It calms him down when he's upset or too peppy.
When you are at the hotel, he likes whisking you away to his office for kisses.
Buys you jewelry, food, clothes. A lot of gifts that are in his colors. Maybe one thing you'll wear everyday with a microphone on it.
Everyone knows to STAY AWAY.
Of course Vox is an idiot and tries to woo you but fails miserably.
"You know how much I adore you my dearest.", Alastor caresses your face. "Jusqu'à la fin des temps ou jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait plus que nous." (Until the end of time, or until it's just us.)
Makes sure you're content and well taken care of.
Of course there are times when he does too much and you get upset.
"Alastor, please let me do this for myself.", you'll say with a pout.
"Forgive me my darling.", he kisses the top of your head. "You know I like taking care of you, but as you wish."
He shows off his demon form because he knows you like it.
Teases you about it later in your shared hotel room, until you're hiding your blushing face.
"I thought you liked my radio dial eyes?", he leans closer, purposefully turning them into radio dials. "₩as ¡ wr¤Ω&?", he asks, static more noticeable in his voice.
"D-don't!", you'll stutter and shiver, peeking through your fingers.
His smile widens and he'll continue transforming. "What's the matter my love?", he chuckles as he looms over you. "Trouble holding back?"
Falls in love all over again when you get pissed at someone.
Watches as you tear up said demon and cheers for you. "Save me a piece or two darling!"
Man worships and adores you.
No one will ever see you make the Radio Demon blush, but you don't mind. That's only for you to see.
He's yours after all.
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Thank you to @the-friend-lol for making me the gif.
~Seline, the person.
Taglist@
@ducky-died-inside @scary-noodlesblog @c4rved-pumpk1n @stolas-thebirb @naelys-the-aster @biromanticboba @kiraisastay @pooplyface1423 @lbcreations-blog @+?
ML for Alastor🎙
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I just think everyone in the u.s. (and world) should all just sell their stocks. Rn. Today. The stock market is a made up line and all you owning stock does is help shitty corporations like Wal-Mart and Amazon
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sykostyles · 24 days
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let you love me 1.2.1 (a deleted scene)
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wc: 1.8 k
summary: in which Harry gives Y/N everything she deserves after bringing her home from their second date at the record store. can be read as stand alone! part one, two, three
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a/n: okay.. I know I said it'd be a while before I did something like this, but I just took the plunge and did it.. I sat down and did it. I'm honestly terrified and plan on panic posting and hiding until tomorrow. A huge thank you to the lovely @cherryjuiceblues for being my beta/proof reader. All of your comments (and reactions) had me kicking my feet like a school girl. You're the sweetest, Sophie! I hope all of you enjoy another first of mine!
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cw: smut. so much smut. all other context is in the previous parts above. p in v sex, creampie, oral (f receiving) semi-rough sex, prone bone sex, dirty talk, choking, teeny bit of cum play, (if I missed anything pls let me know!)
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“I seem to remember a promise you made about taking me upstairs and giving me everything I deserve. I’m waiting for that promise to be kept, Mr. Styles.”
“Well then, allow me to demonstrate,” he says, flipping you both over so you were under him, eliciting a shriek of laughter from you.
Harry’s hands begin their trek down the expanse of your body; memorizing every curve and dip under his fingers. “How do you want me, baby?” He asks, placing kisses along the curve of your throat.
“Want whatever you’re willing to give me,” you rush out before pulling his lips back to yours.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for, sweetheart,” he grumbles into your ear, sliding one of his hands up to grasp your chin.
“Mm, promise I can take it,” you whimper, a wicked grin spreading across your spit-swollen lips.
“Yeah? Wanna be my good girl, huh?” He asks, repositioning his hand to grip the front of your throat. He notices the spark in your eyes alongside your grin when he squeezes lightly. “oh, god.” He thinks “I’m in trouble.”
“Uhuh uhuh. Please, Harry. Need it," you whine.
“You asked for this, baby.” With that he flips you over onto your front and places a firm smack on your ass making you mewl beneath him. He’s pulling up on your hips to give you a good arch, “Should we check how our girl is feeling back here, baby? Hm?” He teases you from his spot behind you. You whimper in response, but he firmly brings his hand down on your ass again. “Words, baby,” he says, rubbing his hand over your ass cheek.
“Y-yes,” you breathe out, turning your head so your cheek is resting on the pillow. He hooks his pointer fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly peels them down your legs. Your breath hitches at the feeling of the cool air against your bare cunt. 
“Ooh, look how pretty she is, baby. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me.” He says, gliding his fingers up and down your slit making you shudder.
“You’re the one w–ho wanted to w–ait,” you remind him, making him smirk.
“Mm, suppose my girl is right,” he says, dipping a finger inside; making you gasp. “Should I give you a reward for being right?”
“Mhm! Please!” Harry smiles at your eagerness.
He adds a second finger before his thumb finds your clit, spelling his name over and over with his ministrations against the bundle. “Ooh, she likes that, love,” he says, placing a kiss on your asscheek. “Can feel you clenching around my fingers already,” He chuckles lowly behind you.
“M-more,” you plead, reaching behind you to grip his wrist.
“Already begging for more?” He teases. “I’ll give you more, don’t worry.” He’s adding a third finger now, speeding up his motions. Your grip on his wrist tightens making him hiss. “Gimme your hands, baby,” he says, stopping his motions, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He grabs both of your hands in a firm grip before pressing them to your lower back. Grabbing your discarded panties, he ties them around your wrists forcing your arms to stay folded against your back; leaving you completely at his mercy. “There we go. Now, where were we?” He smooths his hands over the expanse of your ass, “Oh, that’s right. We were just about here,” He says, placing his fingers back in their respective spots, earning a moan from deep in your throat.
“Harry, please, d-don’t stop,” you say, pushing your hips back to meet the thrusts of his fingers.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he says, “gonna let me have a taste? Can feel you getting close.”
“Mhm mhm, whatever you want. S’close, Harry.” He then dips his head down and swipes his tongue over your bundle of nerves, making you shudder.
“So sweet, baby. Could do this for hours,” the tips of his fingers keep grazing that spongy spot, making your brain go to complete mush. He can feel just how close you are, so he speeds his fingers up even more, “Cum for me, sweet girl. Give it all to me,” he mumbles against your core.
“Oh f–uck, Harry! M’cumming!” You cry out, your entire body tensing. A white hot flash spreads across your vision as you’re taken over with pleasure. Harry continues his movements, working you through every ounce of your orgasm.
“There we go, baby. So good.” Harry praises you as you’re coming down, his tongue cleaning every bit up. “Tastes so good. Such a sweet girl.” He coos as he pulls your legs so you’re laying flat. “You doing alright?” he asks, rubbing his hands up your legs, before stopping at your ass cheeks to rub slow circles..
“Mhm,” you whine, feeling Harry’s fingers spread your cheeks apart.
“You ready for more?” He inquires, not wanting to push you too far.
“Yes please,” you mumble into the pillow.
“So polite, baby. Where’d my little spit fire go? She go hide because I got you all flustered? Hm?”
“Harry, please,” you plead, making him smirk. He stands to pull his boxers off before joining you on the bed again.
“I got you, baby, don’t worry,” He says before crawling up the expanse of your body. He slides one arm under your shoulders, grasping your throat in his hand before pressing his body weight onto you. “Gonna make you feel so good, my girl,” he promises before craning your neck to place a kiss on your parted lips. He reaches down with his other hand, guiding his cock to your entrance, gathering some of your arousal on his tip before slowly pressing inside; making both of you moan in unison at the sensation. “Oh–hah, f-fuck. So tight, baby,” he growls in your ear, inching his way inside. He’s turning your brain to mush once again without even trying.
“J-jesus, Harry. S-so big.” You whine. “C-can’t take it.”
“Oh, I know you can, pretty girl,” He coos in your ear. “And you will,” he says, pushing in to the hilt. The sound he pulls from your throat makes him feel a sense of pride. “See? There we go,” he says, pressing a firm squeeze against your throat. “Knew you could do it.”
You whimper in response. “H-harry.” 
“Yes, sweet girl?” He internally groans at the feeling of you clenching down on him..
“M-move, please.” 
“Anything for you, love,” he’s sliding his hips back far enough to leave his tip inside, to then slam back into you repeatedly, turning you into a moaning mess beneath him. “Yeah, baby? That feel good?” He asks. He’s doing everything in his power to not finish too early; the feeling of your thighs alongside the feeling of your plush, warm walls has his head spinning far earlier than anticipated. But he can tell you’re not far behind. Seems his girl likes it a little rougher. He’d be sure to remember to have a more in depth conversation with you regarding harder limits later.
“M’close, Harry. S’close!” You rush out. You’re in complete heaven. The constant rush of the tip of his cock grazing your g spot, and the ridges of every vein against your walls have your head rushing and your arousal pooling in your gut.
“M’too, pretty. So close,” Harry says as he reaches down with his other hand and lifts your hip enough to connect his fingers to your clit one more time, rubbing in tight circles. His other hand still having a firm grip on your throat. “Cum.” He commands, feeling the band snap within you.
“OH, F–UCK,” you start to unravel. Harry squeezes the sides of your throat just a little tighter to really tip you over the edge. His speed doesn’t falter, however. He’s determined to milk every ounce of your orgasm out of you.
“Yeah, baby, there we go. Such a good girl,” He praises, releasing his grip on your neck to push himself up. He takes hold of your bound hands, pulling them towards him and giving your back that perfect arch. “G’na cum, baby,” he warns, “Where d’ya want me?”
“I-inside, please, Harry. Cum for me, please!” You beg, making him groan.
“Oh, f–fuck,” his hips stutter at your plea. Of course he obliges. White hot ropes are filling you to the brim. “Just like that, baby– shit,” he groans, continuing to roll his hips into you. “Gonna milk me dry.”
“'So good, Harry,” you mumble into the pillow. 
His hips slowly come to a halt against your ass, and he reaches up to undo the knot keeping your wrists together. Your arms fall to your sides as he lays his weight on top of you again, pressing kisses along the curve of your shoulder. “Did so well for me, baby,” He whispers against your skin. You turn your head to capture a glimpse of his face and he’s smiling.
“You’re so pretty.” You say, reaching your hand up to cradle the side of his face.
“Am I?” He asks, placing a kiss to your nose.
“Mhm. Promise.” You smile at him. “Kiss?” 
“Like you have to ask.” He says leaning down to you, capturing your lips with his. He takes hold of your wrist, noticing the red marks from your underwear. “Sorry, love.’ He coos, before pressing his lips softly to the marks.
“S’okay. Felt good.” You affirm. “You’re still hard.” You say wiggling your hips against him, making yourself whimper at the feeling of his cock grinding inside you at your movements.
“Mm, noticed that, did you?” He teases.
“Kind of hard to miss.” You roll your eyes at him.
“Hey now, where’d my good girl go, hm?” He inquires, swatting his hand against your ass making you squeal. “Who’s this brat?” He quickly pulls himself out of you, making you hiss at the sudden empty feeling. Taking hold of your hips, he flips you over once more beneath him. “Hi, baby,” he says once you’re face to face.
“Hi, stranger,” you whisper, smiling up at him and sliding your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.
“Where’d that attitude go?” He teases, rubbing his cock up and down your slit, catching all of your mixed arousal on his tip, and making your breath hitch when his tip would catch in your entrance.
“D-don’t worry, she’s s-still here,” you whimper against his lips, making him smile.
“Good,” he starts, placing a heated kiss to your lips. “Guess I gotta keep going then,” he says, pushing his cock back inside, fucking his cum from before right back into you and making you gasp. “Good thing though–” He continues, gripping behind your knees to bring your legs against your chest, making his cock push into that spot over and over “--Because I want to watch your pretty face the next time you fall apart on my cock.”
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I'll be hiding for the next week now 🫣
please like &/or reblog if you enjoyed! <3
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Closer pt.2: cbf!soap x f!reader
Warnings: smut mdni (18+), mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, nudity, awkwardness, body image issues, reassurance, slight hand job
Long part but real stuff will happen in this next part due to length
Ever since that night it was hard for Johnny to keep his hands off you, more so than usual.
He tried not to make it obvious when he pulled you into him and held you by the waist. Truth be told it wasn't any different than all the other times he held you, but to him it was so much more. Ever since he felt you flutter around his fingers and heard how you sounded, how he made you sound, he was addicted to feeling you.
Johnny wouldn't admit that he had thought about having sex with you a lot more than a best friend should. There were countless nights at basic training and AIT where he'd touch himself after ending a call with you just thinking about what it'd be like to have you with him.
He thought it was a little embarrassing how he wanted it to only be you, that he wasn't sure there was anyone else out there he trusted right now to take his virginity but you, so when he found out you felt the same he felt immense relief.
And that's what gave him enough courage to start.
Neither of you went any further than touching each other. You both barely kissed each other while it happened, Johnny too afraid it might be a step too far and he assumed you felt the same when you avoided his lips.
He didn't have a problem with what you were doing together, he'd be content if he left and all that happened was him fingering you especially because he was a little nervous about having actual sex with you, but that didn't mean it wasn't on his mind often.
Johnny could only imagine how good you'd feel around his cock...
"You make me worried when you get this quiet." You teased him, bringing him out of his thoughts, and he sent you a look from your bed.
You were at your desk doing homework while he talked your ear off from your bed, a regular routine since he had come back.
"I'm not gonna do anything." He huffed and couldn't help but smirk when he saw you smile. "Unless you want me to tell your neighbors to fuck off."
"Please don't, I still have to live here until I graduate."
"Fine."
He sighed dramatically and flopped back on your bed, his eyes on the ceiling. He went quiet again, feeling his stomach tie up in knots at the thought of asking you if you wanted to take it further.
Would you want to go further with him? Fingering was one thing but actual sex?...he wasn't exactly the most attractive man and he may have gotten more muscle but he didn't think he was all that impressive compared to a lot of the other men's dicks he'd seen in porn.
Though he knew that wasn't real he just couldn't but feel like maybe he wouldn't be up to standard, which was mainly the reason he stopped you every time you tried to touch him.
"What're you thinking about?" You wondered innocently and he swallowed hard.
It was you. He could tell you anything and he knew you wouldn't judge him but this was getting into uncharted territory.
"Do you...want to take things further?" He couldn't look at you as you both fell silent.
He could feel his heart in his throat before you spoke.
"Like now?" You asked and he sat up, finally looking at you with pink dusted cheeks.
"It doesn't have to be now." He shrugged and pulled at his mohawk. "Just...whenever I guess."
You had a flustered look on your face as well while you struggled to look at him. You went quiet again and made the face you always do when you were in deep thought, the face he loved but almost dreaded right now as he waited for your answer.
"We can." You told him and his eyes widened. "Like you said, I trust you and...at this point I can't see myself doing it with anyone else."
Johnny tried not to let that get to his head, or his heart, but he felt some sort of pride and relief knowing that you felt that way about him.
"Awesome...I mean great-" He fumbled and cringed, but you gave him a sympathetic look. "Yeah."
"I'm going to take a shower." You told him and he nodded, his entire body on fire.
When you were gone he tried everything to get rid of the nervousness he felt. He wouldn't say he was anxious guy, in fact he was overly confident in literally everything he did yet when it came to this, when it came to you, he was a mess.
How was he supposed to do this? He wasn't sure if he could live with himself if things didn't work or if he made it bad.
He paced around your dorm, stuck in his own thoughts before he glanced at your bunny. He propped it up on your bed without further thought and stood in front of it with his hands on his hips.
"What the fuck am I gonna do?" He huffed as it's beady eyes stared back at him. "I should know what to do but I'm lost. She might not even like what she sees, she might think this is a bad idea."
Johnny was in the SAS, he had practiced disarming bombs and sniped professionally yet this was the most nervous he had been since his last exam. He almost felt pathetic, especially as he aired out his anxieties to your stuffie.
He stared at it, noticing how it's fur was more worn and how it had discolored from the years of use. It was your prized possession, something that gave you comfort when you needed it and he wished it helped him the same.
"You don't even have to worry about anything." He sighed as he picked it up gently. "Wish I was you right now."
He ran he thumb across the bunny's face, a soft smile pulling at his lips. To think that a stuffie was the reason why he was here in the first place, the whole reason why you two became best friends. He had never lived his life without you in it and despite all of the other embarrassing stuff that had happened you were still here.
"What're you doing?" You stepped in and gave him a curious look.
His smile only grew wider.
"Remember when I got this back from Holly?" He asked, knowing you did but wanting to reminisce with you.
"How could I forget you calling her a 'daft cow' at the age of five." You laughed as you tossed your towel in your closet and he chuckled.
"Yeah, that was kinda mean."
"It was deserved I think."
"Worth the phone call to mam."
Johnny set your bunny back where you had him, the fondness taking over some of the nervousness as he watched you hop onto your bed. He joined you immediately, sitting close enough that he could smell your body wash.
You snuggled up close to him, melting into his side like you always did and he naturally wrapped his arm around you.
Neither of you said anything, both of you too focused on taking in each other's presence rather than anything else.
"Are you nervous?" You asked softly and he sighed deeply.
"Yeah, you?" He asked just as softly and you nodded.
You surprised him when you straddled his lap, his hand holding onto your hips firmly while you struggled to look at him. You placed your hands on his chest and he stared at you, holding you close to him while you chewed your bottom lip
"What's wrong?" His eyebrows knitted together. "We don't have to-"
"I know, I'm just worried about..." You trailed off before you gestured at yourself, at your chest and stomach.
Johnny shouldn't have been surprised knowing that you felt insecure about yourself just like him but for some reason it made him forget all about his own. How could you be insecure when you looked the way you did? Hell, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, there was no reason for that and he'd gladly change your mind.
"I can take my shirt off first." He offered with a smile but you still looked nervous.
"It's different." You argued but he shrugged.
"Better if I'm half naked too."
Johnny tossed his shirt on the floor and gave you a grin, suppressing a shiver when you place your hands on his bare chest. It wasn't the first time you'd touched his chest but everything felt heightened right now.
You scoffed as you squeezed his pec and his ears burned.
"What?"
"Even your chest is bigger. What were they feeding you?"
He barked out a laugh and you giggled, your shoulders loosening up while you ran you ran hands across his chest.
"Nothing good, but a man's gotta eat." He said and you hummed, your smile faltering. He frown as he rubbed circles into your hips and waited until you looked him in the eyes. "I could close ma eyes. Would that help?"
You hesitated but nodded, looking a little guilty as you did so, but he just smiled and shut his eyes. There was moment before you took off your shirt and he clenched his jaw, imagining what you looked like right in front of him, on his lap.
You let out a shaky breath, you hands shaking as well when they returned to his chest. He gave you a comforting squeeze and you told him to open his eyes.
When he did, he felt himself began to grow hard and stopped you from moving anymore on his lap to save himself. He had thought about what you may have looked like bare in front of him but his thoughts had nothing on the real thing.
You looked beautiful. He's not sure what made you think he wouldn't like what he was seeing because the long he stared the harder he got and the more he had stop himself moving his hand to touch you, especially as your nipples hardened.
Johnny licked his lips.
"Can I touch you?" He wondered, as if he hadn't touched you many times before.
When you nodded he ran his hands up your waist, cupping your breasts and massaging his palm into them. You sighed and leaned into his touch, pressing yourself against his lap.
He groaned and began to kiss your breasts. He reveled in the way you whimpered, in the way your soft skin felt against his lips and tongue and grinned when you shuddered underneath his touch. He took a nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue across it, playing with the other between his fingers while you squirmed.
Every time you moved it only made him harder and it was hard to keep his head straight. You threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly, which practically short circuited him.
"Johnny!" You squealed when he lightly nipped your breast.
"Sorry, couldn't help it." He grinned and you whined when he ran his tongue over the spot to soothe it.
He pulled away but held you close to him, his forehead resting against yours. He stared deep into your eyes, clenching his jaw when you purposefully began to grind against his hard cock.
It felt good but some of the nervousness came back.
"You know, I'm fine with staying like this." He admitted but you didn't look convinced.
"Really?" You breathed out and he nodded.
"Yeah...you're beautiful."
He didn't miss the way you became flustered and god it made his heart flutter when you smiled before you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He opened his mouth to say something when you pressed your lips against his. He was stunned by the kiss but didn't pull away this time and instead melted into it. He hummed as you kissed him tenderly, your lips soft against his own while you stole the breath away from him.
Soon he was passionately making out with you, his head going dizzy as you held onto his face while he lightly pinched your nipple. You moaned into his mouth and he stuck his tongue in, tasting you like he had dreamt about.
Johnny was so caught up in you, being consumed by you and consuming you as well that he missed the way your hands had gone to his sweatpants. It wasn't until he felt you tug at the hem of them that he pulled away.
He couldn't look at you, shame bubbling up inside him while he caught his breath. His face had to be red.
“I can close my eyes.” You offered sincerely and he clenched his jaw.
“Nah, I can’t do with the suspense.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Just, don’t get your hopes up?”
“Johnny, don’t say that.”
He grunted but grabbed the hem of his sweatpants. Despite his racing heart, he pulled them down and let his cock spring out, unable to look at you as the cold air made him twitch.
You were silent for a moment and he was sure his entire body was red.
“Johnny, Jesus fuck, how is that supposed to fit?” You squeaked out and his attention snapped towards you with confusion.
“It’s not that big-“
“Yeah it is. Believe me compared to the dick pics I’ve gotten this is…you’re huge.”
He wasn’t sure if he believed you but the way you stared at him made some of the nervousness disappear.
You were telling the truth. He was just a bit over average length but he was thick, and yet somehow he didn’t realize that.
“Can I touch you?” You wondered and he shifted.
“Uh, yeah.” He swallowed hard.
You hesitated for a moment before you attempted to wrap your hand around him. Your fingers couldn’t even connect and the feeling of your warm skin against his throbbing cock made him get even harder.
His breathing got heavier as you held his heavy cock and watched a bead of precum form at the tip.
You gave him a tentative squeeze, not hard, and a moan got stuck in his throat. He guided you on how to move your hand snd soon he was squirming underneath you.
He was impossibly hard and he could feel the tingling pleasure race through him with every passing movement. Your hand felt so good, better than he imagined. He was so close and it was only your hand.
“Holy fuck.” He cursed breathlessly. “I’m gonna come-you need to stop.”
You didn’t stop however, a gleam in your eye as you listened to him moan and watched as precum dribbled down his shaft and over your fingers.
He groaned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a heat kiss that you gladly returned. He held onto tightly as he rolled on top of you.
Before long it was just you and him completely naked on the bed together.
tags are closed! Sorry no more tagging
A/n: boom. I know I said I’d wait until tomorrow but I’ve got other stuff planned so here’s this enjoy
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m-ayo-o · 3 months
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i'm ngl when you mentioned hybrid! readers x megumi i thought it was a harem of hybrid readers with megumi all at once (i was like oooh spicy 😻) without viewing the entire post and then i was like OHH it's actually a masterlist lmaoo
hahaha yeah- yeah it's just a... a a masterlis--18+ group sex : vaginal and anal, male x male, oral / hybrid pets (bunny girl, kitty girl, puppy boy) x 21+ MEGUMI written from afab bunny girl perspective
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"Ngh- w-ait-"
It's the first time he's seen so many of you fluffy things all in one place. And why are you all so drawn to him? It's as if he's emitting some powerful hormone that just gets your bodies in a frenzy. Or is it just how he looks? He can't tell, but he can't fight it anymore. He tried to resist the flirting, the touching... but now he's got the sweetest fluffy eared kitty girl between his legs pawing at his crotch, a puppy boy- who he daren't admit reminds him of his best friend- by his side, licking clumsily at his ear, and his bunny girl stripping his shirt off, he leans back on the sofa and just lets it happen.
It must be the ultimate tabboo- to do this with all three of you? Sure, he's done unspeakable things with his bunny, but this is different. And yeah, he's great with animals, but he doesn't know what he's done to deserve all your attention.
He doesn't want to take advantage of any of you- you're just so sweet.
"You- ah, don't have to do that-"
He addresses the beautiful kitty who now has his jeans lowered, around his thighs, starting to work the swell in his shorts. You watch her tilt her head to the side as she giggles and keeps going.
He really doesn't get it.
And now the sweet puppy to his left, he's nearly jumping on the sofa cushions with excitement, seeing how Megumi's being unwrapped.
"W-wanna kiss- you, please?"
He whines and he can barely articulate his thoughts. You always thought puppies were kind of dumb, but incredibly cute.
Megumi turns his head and recieves a wet and messy kiss from him, and he brings a hand to his ears to settle him down. But his tail is wagging uncontrollably and he's getting so dizzy from the attention.
Meanwhile, your mits are now smoothing over the firm muscle of your owner's chest.
This was all your idea, after all. You invited them here, after hearing that their owners weren't giving them the love they needed. You promised that your owner was kind and generous enough for all of you. And of course, you feel a little jealous, seeing your friend's paws all over him... but you want them to feel good, too. And you have to admit, they are so cute. You wonder if Megumi looks at you this way? Like you're the prettiest, most adorable thing he's ever seen.
Your hands trace lower and lower, pulling his shirt off now as your kitty girl friend gets his shorts off, and soon he's stripped.
"Come on-" he tugs at the skimpy dress you're wearing and gives you a desperate look- he looks a little overwhelmed for once.
"Sorry- owner, is it... too much?"
"No, honey, I just want... to see you- all of you, please?"
He doesn't have to ask twice.
And when you're all naked for him, your touching gets very intense. The softest purring sounds come from the kitty girl, who's now sucking at Megumi's swollen tip. You watch how he sinks into her mouth, and that alone is getting you hot... not to mention how your owner is feeling between your legs. You're kneeling next to him, your legs spreading wider and wider the more he works his dextrous and long digits inside. How can he even concentrate when he's plunging his dick in her like that? You wonder, but your thoughts are soon interrupted by a yelp from your puppy boy friend.
"Mmh- shh-"
Megumi must've tugged at the fluffy strands of his hair a bit too hard. But that's just how he gets when he's kissing... you're used to it, but perhaps you should've warned your puppy friend that your owner likes to bite.
You vie for his attention and he swaps between you two, turning his head from the big sloppy tongue of the puppy, to the familiar sweet lips of his darling bunny.
"Mm, you two are so... pretty"
He has a sudden and desperate need to see you on the floor next to your pretty kitty friend, so he grabs at your waist and guides you down. The puppy boy's ears prick up as if you're playing a new and exciting game, and follows you onto the carpet.
"Good girl," he strokes behind the kitty girl's pointy ears, "let the others take their turns, hm?"
She mewls softly and releases him from her mouth with a little trickle of her spit running down her chin and he swears he could cum right there. But he holds it and lets his pretty bunny and puppy taste him too.
"Ngh- fuck-" he's used to your methods- you're quite reserved when you suck him. He has to encourage you and pet you softly until you start getting messy. But this puppy boy- he can't do it slower. He can't stop himself from taking his dick as deep as it'll go, choking slightly and repeating until Megumi is about to bust.
"S-stop stop, that's enough-"
Not yet. He won't cum yet. Not before he's seen those cute holes of yours...
"Come here, turn around- good- fuck, who wants it first?"
He sits on the sofa with his legs spread wide and invites you onto his lap one by one- first your sweet kitty girl friend. She lowers herself with her back to him and you watch her eyes cross when he drags her down his cock.
"M-M-Megumi !!!" she just adores having an owner's name to cry out, "a-are you-- all the way... inside?"
"Haha, no kitten, can you take a bit more, for me?"
"Yes, yes only- a-ah little please- please be careful-"
She doesn't have to tell him that. You and your sweet puppy boy friend wait (impatiently) for your turns, watching how he fucks her. It's mesmerising. He's gentle yet... so firm, his every movement is commanding and full of power. His hands close around her waist, he orders her to touch her clit and she lets off a surprised mewl, her legs shaking with pleasure.
"Oh kitty, was that nice?"
Next it's your turn. You face your owner, where he presses kisses to your chest and sucks eagerly at your cute tits, then lines himself up and pulls you down.
"Hmm-- hnnn---"
He watches your eyes flutter back and your friends watch how you start to bounce on his lap, like you have hundreds of times before. And they're in awe, of an owner and pet so in sync- it makes them feel a little sad that their owners don't treat them like this. They can tell there's such a strong bond between you two, with how he encourages you to ride him just right, and how you're so eager to please him.
"That's right, bunny- you're too good at this, hm?"
He praises you and tugs at the little tuft of your tail so lovingly, then suddenly starts bucking his hips up into you to get you squirming.
"Nh- th-that's so good, owner, please, righ-t there..." he loves seeing you like this, feeling you squeeze him, then sigh and moan with your orgasm.
He lifts you off and lays you on the sofa where you can rest and watch.
Your puppy boy friend has got incredibly impatient and whiny this whole time... he looks so sweet, with his tail between his legs in embarrassment- because of the, quite frankly, massive boner that's straining between his legs.
Megumi eyes him up and down- there's no way he's taking that. But, after a soft whisper to you, you dart to your room and fetch a bottle of lube, and Megumi coaxes the sweet puppy back onto his lap, where he starts rubbing him with his fingers.
"Keep still-" his tail is still wagging incessently, so Megumi pins it to his back and causes him to yelp again.
How many fingers are inside him now? You can't see, but you and your kitty friend are amazed. You sit next to her on the carpet now, where your fingers stray between her legs, and she reciprocates, as you enjoy the show.
Megumi starts groaning now- feeling the ache of his cock after having so much pleasure but no release. One more, one more- he keeps telling himself.
"You ready?"
He's so considerate, making the puppy boy blush red and nod, his ears bouncing as he grabs onto Megumi's thighs in preparation for what's to come.
He slides in slow, making the sweet puppy's tongue flop out- he looks dizzy. And you two are loving every second- her fingers dip in and out of you, where yours press and circle her clit. You moan and giggle and whimper- it feels so silly; two pets touching each other. But it feels so right that you don't stop.
"That's it- ngh, puppy, you have a fucking tight hole, you know that?"
He shakes his head. No, no, he doesn't know that. Keep telling him that. Because his owner never does.
"It's tight- and you're gonna make me cum- is it okay if I do it inside?"
"Hnng-- p-please---" he nods urgently and you see him squeeze his thighs together with such need.
You lean forward, your kitty friend following, still with her fingers attached to you- and you press your lips to your sweet puppy's flushed tip.
You suck him there, watching Megumi lift his ass so his thrusts don't disturb your motions. And you get no warning- just a twitch of his cock and he's spurting down your throat.
And it seems, simultaneously, Megumi finally gets his turn.
"Wow- you came hard, huh? Yeah- don't fucking stop I can feel you back here- oo-oh my god th-that's- that's so good baby-"
Baby!!! He called me baby!!!
You pop your lips from the puppy's dick and watch him hump your sweet owner in an absolute cock drunk daze. He looks so happy.
And you all are. Now, after treating your friends to this pleasure they deserve. Why would their owners not want to do this with them? They're so perfect and cute- you might just have to do this more often.
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right after i saw some kink shaming posts too :p i'm cured now thanks beautiful anon for your (not so innocent) mistake <3
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lilyginnyblackv2 · 1 year
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Reminder that Kazuki has an Instagram Account
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It's called fantastic_sweeper0516 and his little write up states: 
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I am Kazuki Papa.  I'm a papa to one child (daycare). |Struggling to raise my child with my partner. 👧 miri (4y) 11.8 
Note: He uses 相方 (aikata) for partner.
相方 (aikata) is a bit different from 相棒 (aibou). Aibou is more of a workplace partnership, while aikata is  いつも一緒にいる人のこと or “a person who is always with you.”
I searched for the difference between the two words in Japanese and the top result was this write-up:  相方」と「相棒」の違いとは?意味や違いを分かりやすく解釈 on the website “meaning-dictionary(dot)com.” 
This is what it had to say about aikata:
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A summary of the above is:
1. The word means “a person who is always with you.”
2. Comedian partners, marriage partners, and lately lovers are sometimes called “aikata.” 
3. 相 (ai) means “to help, assist” and 方 (kata) means “companion, same group” (etc.)
4. Some examples of how it is used with comedians is to announce things like how a popular comedy duo are no longer partnered together or when a comedian is looking for another partner to make a duo.
The Japanese dictionary site Goo has this as the definition for 相方 (aikata):
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1. A person who you do things together with. Especially a partner in a comedy duo. Aite (partner like “Who is your dance partner?, the other party/addressee, opponent in sport). Aibou (work partner). 
2. (Also written as “enemy prostitute”) This is the partner of a prostitute in the eyes of the customer at a brothel.
[In recent years, this term is also used to refer to lovers and spouses, especially among young people.]
The first definition is one we already talked about before, with both aite and aibou being synonyms that have slightly different nuances to them. 
The second definition, from what I could tell, seems like an older, more antiquated definition.
The inclusion at the end there of young people using the term for lovers and spouses is probably the one that most people would assume Kazuki is using when looking at his Instagram account. Especially since he uses it when talking about raising a child together. 
That being said, I don’t necessarily think this confirms anything about Kazuki and Rei’s relationship as it is currently. But it likely is the term that is just the most fitting given their current relationship dynamic involving Miri. 
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Especially because in this scene from Ep. 4, when Kazuki is dragging Rei to the first daycare, he uses the term パートナー (paatonaa) or “partner” to refer to Rei. This has a very general meaning:
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From Jisho(dot)org. It can be used for a (dance or other performing arts) partner, a work partner, a spouse, etc. So maybe the use of 相方 (aikata) on Kazuki’s Instagram account indicates a future shift in their dynamic, but maybe Kazuki just finds it the most fitting for their situation. Since they are partners, but more than just work partners, and they do spend pretty much all their time together now, especially, because of Miri.
Of course, I am still looking respectively at the use of aikata and keeping it in the back of my mind. 
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Also, this is a total change in the conversation, but I’m going to guess that 11.8 is Miri’s birthday, so November 8th. 
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sinlizards · 7 months
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You probably get this a lot, but what brushes have you been using recently? The one on a lot of your sketches in the past month looks like a binary/pixel brush 0: love your art by the way, we need more aits/aini/ze artists ♡♡♡
theres a few binary brushes! the first is one listed in my brush list (tho i should probably update that soon) just with anti-aliasing turned completely off
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the other is straight up just a hard round with pen pressure off along with antialias which i use for smaller lines and looser sketching
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ryekoo · 1 year
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angel baby pt.2 | blue block
— bllk boys as scenes/dialogues i’ve seen on tiktok
characters: itoshi sae, oliver aiku, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser x gn!reader
genre/warning: fluff, swearings, enemies to lovers (in kaiser’s part)
a/n: for the nth time, i promise i’ll put the read more thing later i just wanna get this posted trust 🤞😔 btw yall can clearly tell who’s my favourite out of all of them here lmfao
part 1 (isagi, bachira, reo, nagi, rin, barou)
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sae in which you’re having a bad— no, probably the worst day ever. of course, you don’t want to make him worry or burden him with your problems. however, when he comes home hoping for you to welcome him into your loving arms, maybe with a kiss or two, only to see you in the bedroom wiping away the remainder of your tears while trying to hold in your sniffles, he feels something inside of him stirs at the sight of your red and puffy eyes. who was it that made you cry? who hurt you? who does he need to kill make them pay for making you shed your precious tears? “oh, it’s just my allergy. no need to worry, sae.” you answer when he asks what’s wrong. the frown on his face deepens, his voice changes to an octave lower as his tone is filled with murderous intent. “…is that so? well then i’m also allergic to bullshit. now tell me who made you cry, y/n.”
oliver in which he’s been trying to get with you for weeks and you always turn him down everytime, albeit in a roundabout way despite the two of you having been dancing around these feelings for too long. “how many goals do i have to score for you to go on a date with me?” he’d ask one day. “let’s see how many you can score by yourself. then i’ll let you know if i’m impressed.” you reply, giving him a nonchalant shrug. the man smirks, his dual-coloured eyes glinting. “we have a deal. i’ll dedicate them all to you, sweetheart.”
shidou in which you have fallen ill and have been staying in bed all day, trying to sleep all the sickness away. halfway through from falling asleep, your phone rings, a familiar name displays on the screen. “ryusei?” you inwardly cringe at how scratchy and hoarse your voice sounds. “baby, where are you?” he asks, the intent to affectionately annoy you suddenly disappears when he hears you. “at home. i’m kinda sick right now.” he hums, “aite, i’ll be around in ten then.” you furrow your eyebrows, “no no, it’s bad, ryu. i don’t wanna pass it to you.” at that, the man only grins in amusement. “babe, i’ll take anything you fucking give me. see you in ten.”
kaiser in which the two of you despise each other. well, you’re supposed to. that’s what you tell yourself anyway. but you wonder how you end up here, caged in between his arms as you glower at him. “tell me you hate me.” he murmurs, breath mixing with yours. “i hate you.” you say. “i hate you, i hate you—“ he kisses you, lips pressing hard onto yours and you let him. you let yourself move in sync with him as his hand comes up to hold your face tenderly. ‘i hate you so much that sometimes i can’t think of anything else but you’, you want to tell him but you don’t, because you know he knows.
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twogyuu · 6 months
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[1240]
pairing: jihoon x fem!reader
genre: fluff(?) angst(?), implied exes-to-lovers, small town guy!jihoon, city girl!reader
warnings: none
wc: ~1k
a/n: this was born out of me moving to second/third ring suburbs recently and i don't really like it - i miss the city :')
also a small thank you to @wondernus for enabling this. ait takes is one comment from ya and i'm spiraling - truly powerful 😭🫶🏻
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They told Jihoon, if he wanted to find peace, to return to the strawberry farm. 
The sun that shone brightly without a hint of smog in the sky would heal his soul. The gentle touch of the fields of reeds swaying in the wind would heal the scars. The air was fresh and he’d feel less suffocated. Small town people were kind and everyone knew everyone – you were cared for, people asked how you were doing, and struck up long conversations about his mother’s strawberry fields and how the stocks were this year. 
Yet, the longer he stayed, the more Jihoon felt . . . well, the opposite. Sitting in the bay window of his childhood bedroom, guitar resting in his lap, while his eyes counted the same stars every night, he knew his heart yearned for the city. 
(For you.)
He missed the concrete pavement of the sidewalks he walked every morning on his work and every evening on his way back. The rhythmic beat of the rubber soles of his shoes pattering against the asphalt provided some sort of calm to the chaos of the rush hour. Perhaps it wasn’t “natural,” but he fancied the lights that lined the various shops that he passed by – in the winter, especially, when the city hung the Christmas lights along the lampposts and the bare trees. There were definitely all sorts of unpleasant smells, but there were also some to appreciate – like the buttery warmth of the fresh croissants at the corner bakery you loved so much. The thought of you dragging him out on a walk to purposely just walk by made him smile. Not to mention, there was comfort in being a lone fish (or a pair when he’s with you) in a sea of people crammed into a city. Doing things like this, loitering and ogling pastries from the window, was never second guessed; nor did the owner ever call you in for a long chat. The anonymity and ability to keep to yourself without anyone thinking you were cold or weird was even better. 
The city was bustling and the stories of millions of people’s lives unfolded here; yet somehow, his and yours seemed special. 
So, perhaps those people lied. 
Maybe, the city was better and the artificial world somehow, ironically, also brought life to his being. 
Hence, this was why Jihoon found himself mindlessly slipping on his jean jacket and quietly sleuthing past his mother who had fallen asleep watching TV on the couch, letting his heart take him where he needed to be instead of where he thought he should be. 
His feet led him to the train station, catching the last ride before it stopped going to the city for the night. The train car was empty sans an elderly couple who had fallen asleep in the corner, heads atop one another. The metal box creaked and the tracks were bumpy, jostling and swaying Jihoon often as he tried his best to stay awake. Every now and then, the light coming from the lightbulbs on their last fuse would blink as they hold onto their last thread of life.
It was already 4AM when he reached the city station closest to you. To his luck, when Jihoon walked out of the underground tunnel, it was raining. Moving mindlessly, he had forgotten his phone at home. He couldn’t call anyone, he couldn’t pull up a map; but, Jihoon knew this route to your apartment by heart. 
Rain drops pelted against his porcelain skin, clung onto his black locks, and soaked into his jean jacket. He squinted, blinking rapidly to clear his view as he trudged in the direction of you. He walked this path like tracing the lines on the palm of your hands. 
The bank was two blocks away, then he’d turn left at the corner 7/11 with the broken ‘7’ sign so it just said ‘11’; walk another block and turn right when you see the daycare where Seokmin worked. If you go up to the very top of the hill and then a little bit over, your apartment sits by a row of rusted blue mailboxes. 
Jihoon is not sure when or why, but somewhere along the way he started running. His arms cut through the rainfall, his shoes sloshed water onto the back of his pants. The world around him melted and became a blur, his eyes zeroed in on the faint red door that belonged to your home. 
He raised his fist and knocked firmly for four beats – four to tell you that it was him. Most people only knocked for three. The walls were thin as were your curtains. He saw a flicker of lamp, then a stir followed by the padding of your slippers against the hardwood floor. The doorknob jiggled as you undid the various locks. Though it was only a matter of seconds, it felt like eons for Jihoon. He waited for you with bated breaths, chest rising and falling with each one.
The moment he saw a sliver of you, he pushed his way in and wrapped you in an embrace. The soft scent of your shampoo wafted into his nose, the landscape of your body against his own felt familiar despite your baggy t-shirt and pajama pants. You were stiff at first, surprised by the sudden hug, but were quick to relax into him when you realized it was Jihoon. Your arms settled into the small of his back, your index finger tapping at 74 beats per minute like usual – Jihoon knew because he counted once. Your clothes were getting wet and rain was seeping into the annex of your front door, but for now, it didn’t matter. 
“You’re back,” you mumbled into his shoulder. 
“I’m back,” Jihoon repeated. 
Silence, then a beat. 
Jihoon held onto you a little tighter, pulling you closer into his chest. He pressed his cheek against your own, the cold of his skin against your warm one sent chills down your spine. 
“I missed the city,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. “I missed you.”
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cherryredstars · 7 months
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CHERRYYY!! OMG LOOK
so I found this silly little tiktok while I was scrolling and...
https://www.tiktok.com/@__av.enue/video/7263884206076448001
I just wanted to ask if you could write something based on that?? 🤭
Idk much about writing so I'll just leave the rest to you and give you that
Thank you and have a good day/night!! :D
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Warnings: Military AU, Talks of Death, Mentions of Abandonment, Slight Mentions with gn!reader
Summary: What if Miguel joined the military?
A/N: That tik tok is so!!!!!! I loved it!!! Made it more military than COD based because I didn’t want to steal those ideas!
Word Count: 1.1K (Edited)
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Miguel never wanted to join the military. Gabriel was the one who had enlisted, and he loved it. He would come to visit Miguel while on leave and tell his big brother about his war stories and comrades. He would gush about the dreams he had to be part of a more elite squad and have a higher position. Gabriel would constantly hint at Miguel that he would be a great fit for the military with his love for rules and his large physique. Miguel would always brush it off, more content in his current work as a geneticist. 
The day he had woken up to a knock on his door will always haunt him. He was dressed in nothing but basketball shorts, hair still messy from sleep when he opened the door to find two dressed soldiers at his doorstep. They held grim, stoic expressions as a folded flag rested in their arms. Miguel’s grip on the doorknob tightened as they recited the rehearsed lines spoken when they had to report a death to a family. Miguel had tuned them out, staring past them until their mouths stopped moving. He wordlessly took the flag from them and closed the door with a nod. Later that night, Miguel drank an entire bottle of bourbon in the dark of his living room, furniture and objects shattered on the floor around him. 
A few weeks later, Miguel enlisted for the same branch Gabriel was in. He had finished boot camp at the top of his platoon, earning him an E-3 rank. Right after, he had started his AIT, choosing to study as a specialist for nuclear, chemical, and biological threats. With his former science background, he was able to do well. After graduation, he got a few days of break before he was assigned to a unit. 
It was slow for him to make friends, more focused on trying to work his way up and complete his brother’s goals. But eventually, he was able to warm up the slightest bit and found camaraderie among his fellow soldiers. 
It was hard for him to see some of his friends die in the field. No matter how many times it happened, it never got easier for him to deal with it. Sometimes, he questioned why Gabriel would want to live a life like this, why Miguel even bothered to make friends with people who are more destined to die than to live. But, the longer he stayed in the military the more he realized that no one wants to actually end up dead. That, the thought of throwing your life away gets easier when you know you aren’t dying alone. That, if you do end up dying, there will be people who hold onto your memory. Someone who will hold the pain for you and tell your story. He hopes someone shares his story in the same way he shares Gabriel’s when he dies. 
During one of his leaves, he had a drunken one night stand. He forgets about it, thinking nothing of it as he leaves for duty again. It only comes to bite him in the ass when he returns on leave again, finding out he got her pregnant. He doesn’t want kids. Not when he’s in the military and he spends more time on duty than in his own home.  How was he supposed to be a father if he’s forced to be a soldier first? What’s even worse, once the baby is born (a daughter he affectionately names Gabriella after his brother), her mother ups and leaves. He had no idea what to do, a now single father who won’t be able to be there during the crucial years of his daughter’s life. He ends up letting a military friend’s wife take care of her when he has to leave for duty, he later hires a nanny once Gabriella gets older. 
During another one of his leaves, he meets you. Between the military and taking care of his daughter, he finds little room for you at first. But eventually, a date happens. And that turns into more dates until you’re living in his home taking care of his daughter while he’s away. It brings him the greatest amount of joy when he comes back home, and among the civilian families, you and Gabriella stand waving excitedly for him. 
Both of his dog tags stay at home. The first tag, he had given to Gabriella to hold on to when she was younger. He had held on to the other one before he had given it to you. He has to hide his smile every time he looks towards the dining room table to see you and Gabriella, eating happily with matching tags around your necks. In return, a folded and sun damaged photo of Gabriella and you are tucked into his breast pocket, right over his heart. 
After having Gabriella and dating you, his fear of dying has increased. It pains him to think he would leave behind the two greatest people the world has ever gifted him with. The thought of you or Gabriella opening the door, just like he did years ago, to find someone holding a flag out as a shitty apology haunts him. In his nightmares, Gabriella hears the knock and opens the door. You come walking behind her, scolding her for opening the door for strangers. But, the words turn into sobs as two men (the same ones that showed up at his door for Gabriel) give you the same death speech and hand you a blood-stained flag. His dream always ends with Gabriella asking, “Do you think they’re Papa’s friends? Maybe they know when he’s coming home.”
Despite his fear, he always makes it home. He gets achievements and awards for his military work. He gets promoted to higher ranks, becomes part of that elite squad Gabriel always talked about. Gets the title that should have been Gabriel’s instead of Miguel’s.
He stays in the military for the full 20 years that are required if he wants retirement benefits. When those twenty years are up, he happily goes home to the both of you, knowing the threats of not coming home are gone. He spends the rest of his life working as a geneticist again, coming home to the loves of his life at the same time every day. 
Every year, on the day those soldiers come to Miguel’s door, he goes down to visit Gabriel’s grave. He sets down a fresh bouquet of flowers and sits there catching his brother up on what he missed since his last visit. And each year, Miguel thanks Gabriel for the family he found because of his years in the military. He thanks Gabriel for being the reason he now has you and Gabriella waiting for him at home. When he leaves the cemetery, he always has his hands shoved in his pockets, clutching onto a pair of dog tags that have his last name engraved on them, but aren’t his.
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I apologize if I used any terms wrong or if things aren’t accurate. Despite coming from a military family, I have no idea what I’m talking about and everything was creative liberty or looked up.
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