#i mean if anybody else wants to get tagged they can ask

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how c.ai works and why it's unethical

Okay, since the AI discourse is happening again, I want to make this very clear, because a few weeks ago I had to explain to a (well meaning) person in the community how AI works. I'm going to be addressing people who are maybe younger or aren't familiar with the latest type of "AI", not people who purposely devalue the work of creatives and/or are shills.

The name "Artificial Intelligence" is a bit misleading when it comes to things like AI chatbots. When you think of AI, you think of a robot, and you might think that by making a chatbot you're simply programming a robot to talk about something you want them to talk about, and it's similar to an rp partner. But with current technology, that's not how AI works. For a breakdown on how AI is programmed, CGP grey made a great video about this several years ago (he updated the title and thumbnail recently)

I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend you watch this because CGP Grey is good at explaining, but the tl;dr for this post is this: bots are made with a metric shit-ton of data. In C.AI's case, the data is writing. Stolen writing, usually scraped fanfiction.

How do we know chatbots are stealing from fanfiction writers? It knows what omegaverse is [SOURCE] (it's a Wired article, put it in incognito mode if it won't let you read it), and when a Reddit user asked a chatbot to write a story about "Steve", it automatically wrote about characters named "Bucky" and "Tony" [SOURCE].

I also said this in the tags of a previous reblog, but when you're talking to C.AI bots, it's also taking your writing and using it in its algorithm: which seems fine until you realize 1. They're using your work uncredited 2. It's not staying private, they're using your work to make their service better, a service they're trying to make money off of.

"But Bucca," you might say. "Human writers work like that too. We read books and other fanfictions and that's how we come up with material for roleplay or fanfiction."

Well, what's the difference between plagiarism and original writing? The answer is that plagiarism is taking what someone else has made and simply editing it or mixing it up to look original. You didn't do any thinking yourself. C.AI doesn't "think" because it's not a brain, it takes all the fanfiction it was taught on, mixes it up with whatever topic you've given it, and generates a response like in old-timey mysteries where somebody cuts a bunch of letters out of magazines and pastes them together to write a letter.

(And might I remind you, people can't monetize their fanfiction the way C.AI is trying to monetize itself. Authors are very lax about fanfiction nowadays: we've come a long way since the Anne Rice days of terror. But this issue is cropping back up again with BookTok complaining that they can't pay someone else for bound copies of fanfiction. Don't do that either.)

Bottom line, here are the problems with using things like C.AI:

It is using material it doesn't have permission to use and doesn't credit anybody. Not only is it ethically wrong, but AI is already beginning to contend with copyright issues.

C.AI sucks at its job anyway. It's not good at basic story structure like building tension, and can't even remember things you've told it. I've also seen many instances of bots saying triggering or disgusting things that deeply upset the user. You don't get that with properly trigger tagged fanworks.

Your work and your time put into the app can be taken away from you at any moment and used to make money for someone else. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people who use AI panic about accidentally deleting a bot that they spent hours conversing with. Your time and effort is so much more stable and well-preserved if you wrote a fanfiction or roleplayed with someone and saved the chatlogs. The company that owns and runs C.AI can not only use whatever you've written as they see fit, they can take your shit away on a whim, either on purpose or by accident due to the nature of the Internet.

DON'T USE C.AI, OR AT THE VERY BARE MINIMUM DO NOT DO THE AI'S WORK FOR IT BY STEALING OTHER PEOPLES' WORK TO PUT INTO IT. Writing fanfiction is a communal labor of love. We share it with each other for free for the love of the original work and ideas we share. Not only can AI not replicate this, but it shouldn't.

(also, this goes without saying, but this entire post also applies to ai art)

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parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader genre/ tags: comfort requested: anonnies ᯓᡣ𐭩 a/n: hihi lovelies ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i wrote this in a way that it can be taken when you're sad, upset, tired, burnt out, and how they would cheer you up i mean I HOPE it's taken that way and it can bring comfort to anybody that needs it at the moment (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ enjoy reading luvs (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

Crying? He would be SO worried. He’s not giving it another thought, and he's right there beside you immediately as he pulls you into his warmth. He’ll murmur comforting words while he strokes your back, staying by your side until you take your time to find some peace.

You would find so much comfort in his hugs as he held you tight. He doesn’t mind staying in the position and comforting you until you feel better. His embrace feels safe as if he’ll never let go. Being wrapped in his arms makes everything feel like you will be okay and that things will get better.

If you’re feeling tired, burnt out, or just completely drained, Xavier will offer you to rest together with him. He’ll create the perfect environment for you to relax by closing the curtains, turning off the lights, and putting the room at the perfect temperature. As you curl up into his arms, he’ll hold you close, letting you both unwind from the weight of the world for a little while

One of the ways he’ll help you feel better is by distracting you to get your mind off things. He might make up some peaceful scenarios.

“Close your eyes and imagine you’re on a different planet, and I’m right there with you.”

Other times, he’ll suggest watching your favorite movie or show or maybe even getting into some new music to lift your spirits up and give you a little escape.

Offers you a chocolate tub of ice cream or your favorite flavor. He'll even feed it to you if you want

Zayne:

Crying? Don’t hold back. Let it all out, even if it’s an ugly cry that's full of sobs. It’s just you and him, no else around. He doesn’t ask anything right away, patiently waiting for you to open up when you're ready to talk about it. He understands at a time like this, it’s hard to talk about your feelings, so he’ll stay quiet, offering gentle reassurance with soft touches. He’ll pull your head gently to his chest, letting you pour your heart out, completely unbothered if your tears soak his shirt.

Once you cried it all out, he’ll make sure you rehydrate. Then he’ll help you apply cold compress to your eyes to ease any irritation and prevent puffiness for the next day.

Offers you some of his sweets to make you feel better.

Stressed? If you’re stressed, he’ll let you squeeze his hand as much as you want. He’ll land you a stress ball for whenever he’s not around.

Zayne would reach for your hand, guiding your other hand to rest against his chest, letting you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Focus on my voice and breathe with me.” 

If you want some quiet time, he’ll sit you down on his lap, cradling you in his arms as if you were the most delicate thing in his world. His lips press softly against the top of your head as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He’ll suggest a walk outside, hoping to help clear your mind with some fresh air. He’ll take your hand in his, squeezing your hand gently as you walk together

Reminds you that he’s always here for you. Even if he’s caught up in work, you can always reach out to him and text him anytime you need to vent. He’ll always make the time for you.

Rafayel:

Sit right there as he grabs a blankie, drinks, snacks, tissues and anything else you might need. He’s here for as long as you need him. He’ll wrap you in a blanket burrito so you’re nestled safely against him

Crying? The moment he sees tears streaming down your face, his expression shifts, and he rushes to your side, pulling you into a tight hug. He cups your face gently, and a jumble of frantic questions slips from his lips, but he doesn't pressure you if you can’t answer. Instead, he coos softly, cradling you close as he stays with you until you calm down.

One of the ways he knows how to cheer you up is by kneeling down in front of you, creating a little fishie out of his hands. He’ll make it swirl around you, gently tickling the tip of your nose, hoping for the tiniest hint of a smile from you.

Another way he’ll make you feel better is by blowing bubbles on you in a comforting way as if it could chase away the physical or mental pain. Although it might not erase everything, it just ends up making you laugh, and that’s a little closer to his goal

Don’t feel like talking about it at the moment? Rafayel would never pressure you to. He’ll stay beside you, his forehead resting against yours as his arm wraps around you. He knows that words are hard to find, so he encourages you not to bottle up your feelings. If you’re not ready to share it with him yet, he suggests writing it all down and placing it together in a drift bottle, letting those heavy thoughts float away.

Sylus:

He’s attentive to your feelings and can always tell when something’s wrong. You don’t have to hide anything from him. If anything isn't going your way lately, you can come to him anytime. You can be yourself and let it all out, cry as much as you need to.

Crying? He’d let you curl up in his lap or lean against him, gently intertwining your hand in his as he rubbed soothing circles with his thumb. His other hand gently glides over your back. He’ll rest his chin on your head while you sob into his chest, whispering soft reassurances. If you’re on his lip, he’ll massage your scalp and gently caress your hair until you calm down.

One of the ways he’ll cheer you up is by humming a familiar tune, and if that doesn’t do the trick, he’ll offer to sing some of his special karaoke songs to you. Surely, that will crack a smile on your face.

Feeling tense? He’s got plenty of essential oils that are great for relaxation. Just tell him where, and without hesitation, he’ll gather the right oil for you. Whether it’s calming or soothing scent, he’ll work with so much care to help you unwind.

Don’t feel like talking about it at the moment? That’s alright. You can stay curled up on top of him, his arm wrapped around your waist, as you listen to the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat. His other hand gently brushes through your hair. However, he would suggest letting it all out eventually, not because he wants you to feel pressured but because he believes holding it all in only makes things heavier. You’ll feel much lighter when you release it.

Caleb:

Don’t even bother trying to hide it with Caleb. He can already tell something’s wrong just by the look on your face and from your body language. He knows you too well to ignore the sad expression on your face.

Crying? He’s already beside you with tissues ready the moment he sees tears. He’ll gently cup your face, wiping them away with his thumb. He looks at you with such sympathetic eyes, never judgmental.

"You look like you could use a hug right now. Come here, Caleb's got you."

Caleb’s like your big bear plushie, his arms are wide open as he pulls you into a comforting hug, making everything you were stressing about disappear.

One of the ways he’ll cheer you up is by offering you a ride in the sky. Sometimes, a change in perspective can really help get your mind off things. As the world shrinks beneath you, your worries can fade into the distance, giving you the peace you need

Not in the mood to talk? Caleb would quietly welcome you with open arms, letting you wrap yourself around him however you need. Your legs would drape over his waist, your arms circling him. His strong arms hold you close as you settle into the crook of his neck.

Offers to make you a delicious warm home cooked meal or even a snack that he can whip up in the kitchen. If you don’t feel like eating, how about telling him what’s on your mind? If you’re not up for it, then that’s more than alright. He doesn’t want to pressure you to tell him anything. However, he will remind you that you are never alone and don’t have to carry all the weight yourself

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These Hands

SJM x Reader Week Day Four @sjmxreaderweek

Prompt: Villian / Hero

Pairing: Azriel / Reader

Summary: Azriel comes home and is withdrawn he knows what he is, what he’s done and only his lovely mate can help him escape his own mind

Tags: mentions of murder, blood, torture is implied, Azriel is depressed angst and fluff, bathing together ptsd symptoms. gets lowkey spicey at the end. Minors DNI

Word Count: 1063

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I knew something was wrong with my mate long before he came home. He shut his side of the bond when he was working but small glimpses of…pain, regret flickered through. 

Azriel didn’t even come say hello to me, instead he quietly resigned himself to the bathroom. I heard the bath running through the old plumbing in the walls and I made my way upstairs after a few moments setting the book down carelessly on the coffee table. 

We’d been mated centuries and I’d gotten particularly good at recognizing the elusive shadowsinger’s hard to read moods. If he or anybody else was injured the bond would be wide open, trying to comfort me and sending as much reassurance as he could. 

But now he was distant, drawing himself further within dark places he did not want me to go. I knocked once on the door before sliding in without a response. There was my gorgeous mate standing next to the close to overflowing bath, staring at his scarred hands with empty eyes. 

I knew immediately what was wrong. I switched off the nozzle for the tub and made my way in front of him, my form not doing much to block the large mirror behind me. 

“Azriel?” I asked keeping my voice low so as to not startle him, I hadn’t seen him like this in ages and worry ate at my gut. I pressed a gentle touch to his hand, testing the waters and he flinched. 

So it was just as bad as I thought. 

I worked on removing his working clothes and various weapons gently caressing my fingers over his body so he didn’t feel suffocated. He obviously washed off before arriving and the clothes were old, small stains of blood smeared on his skin.  “Did you know the neighbor’s cat has been hanging around here? It happened the last few weeks you were gone. I think he likes Kia. They’ve been playing underneath the porch.”

I left him in just his sweatpants not so subtly searching his bare torso for wounds in case he was too far gone to realize he’d been hurt and after realizing he was ok I reached for the pearlescent comb set in the cabinets, grabbing a small stool to make it easier to brush away all the knots in his hair. “You need a haircut.” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek before continuing. “Anyways I really hope he doesn’t get her pregnant. Although kitten’s running around her would be so cute, I don't know anything about them. Nyx would absolutely adore them though.”

I stepped down from the stool and tested the bath waters to make sure it was hot enough, adding a few good smelling oils and lighting the new candles. “Speaking of Nyx, he's only gotten more rambunctious lately. Mother help us when he actually starts flying. I swear he’ll crack his head. He obviously gets it from Rhys.” I helped him take off his sweatpants and softly guided him to the bath, stripping my own clothes and joining him. 

I washed his hair, then his wings then did my best to wash his body. All the while talking about everything and nothing just so I could bring my mate back to me, hoping he would start listening to my voice instead of the awful voice in his head. The bond slowly starting opening from his end and I knew it was working.

When I turned around and reaching for the comb on the nearby counter just for good measure his smooth voice shakes slightly. “Why are you doing this?” He whispered staring at his hands again. 

I faced him once again, comb forgotten. “What do you mean my love?” I asked scooting closer to him. He kept staring at his scarred hands and I grabbed them in my hands. Knowing what he meant but wanting to hear him say it. He flinched at my touch and tried pulling away but I held tighter.

Sometimes people needed space and sometimes they needed to be pushed, Azriel was the type to go far into his inner demons; it took a little extra shoving to push them away. His voice cracked as he said my name as I swirled soothing patterns over the scars. “These hands….these hand’s shouldn’t-” His voice broke again and his usually stoic face grimaced in pain. 

“I do not deserve your reverence. Or your love. I’m a monster, these- these hands have done things your mind would shatter underneath the weight of. They have hurt so many people-” 

“Oh Azriel…” I whispered, my heart breaking at his words. I brought our joined hands to my lips and peppered kisses over each scar. “You are not monstrous, you are not a vile demon.”

He protested with my name  but I cut him off. “No, let me finish. These hands protect this court, these hands protect our family. They hurt villains and monsters. These hands aren’t just capable of destruction. They are capable of nurturing. They make me breakfast every morning and cradle Nyx.”

I moved on from kissing his scars to kissing his palms, his fingertips. The bond softening at each touch. “These hands move the pages on my favorite books as you read to me. These hands braid my hair, these hands make me feel loved, safe and cared for.”

I slowly dragged his hands over my body. “These hands bring me so much pleasure.”  the touch grounding him and a flash of desire passed over his once haunted eyes as I positioned his palm to cup my sensitive parts underneath the water. But I brought them back up to my waist, knowing that’s not what he needed right now. I made sure his eyes were back on mine before speaking again

“These hands cherish me, our family, they make me fires when I'm cold and hold me when I'm scared. I love you Azriel. You won’t break me, or hurt me. I love you baby and you deserve it.” I meant every word and he tugged me close to his chest before I could see the silver lining his eyes, positioning me so I sat in his lip, my head tucking into his neck and he rubbed soothing motions up and down my arm. I breathed in his familiar scent letting it ground me and the bond was wide open now. 

“I love you so much.” He murmured reverently, pressing a slow kiss to my lips. 

“I love you too.”

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Una petición por favor, sean los chicos lectores furin x, ¿cómo reaccionan si accidentalmente tocan el pecho de su novia?

"Can i ask you sth please , how would Furin boys react when they have accidentally touched their gf's chest ?"

a/n : Hello dear. Ofc you can ask whatever you want but i am sorry idk Spanish so i will have to write it in English. I hope you enjoy nonetheless. If there is anybody else you want apart from these , you can ask me for part 2 with them spesifically in it. Also the image credit is for @/aucrowne.🩷🩵

My Treasure Chest 💎

ft : Haruka Sakura , Hayato Suo , Akihiko Nirei , Mitsuki Kiryu , Sugishita Kyotarou. (Furin first years in short)

Haruka Sakura

This boy probably was aware of the close proximity before it even happened.

His back was facing you and he turned around. But at that moment you were walking forward and boom... His hand crashed with your chest. ACCIDENTALLY. I repeat , accidentally.

He goes O.O first then goes in order like this ; powder pink , hot pink , tomato red , cherry red. You are worried if he even is breathing anymore.

Won't apologize , won't acknowledge anything that happened , won't even listen to you when you try to ask what happened or that it was okay and you understood it. Will straight up dash out of the door and you never see him for the next week.

Hayato Suo

You were walking around the town with him and other Furin boys , they were strolling and you were just tagging around.

Then a raid happens to the town. You guys were caught off guard so Suo just gently grabs your shirt and pulls you behind him hurriedly. But that part of your shirt happens to be your chest. In the heat of the moment , neither of you paid attention to it that much.

But later at night , he is tossing and turning around in his bed , or just straight up staring at the ceiling. He tries not to be perverted but he can't help and think like "okay it's embarrassing but come on , it was so soft. and besides she is my gf. it wouldn't be that weird if i liked her body right ?"

Akihiko Nirei

This man loves animals but he wasn't prepared for a sneak attack ; when a dog came out of a side road silently until near you and barked very loudly in his ears , making him jump into air and launch himself at you. If it was animated , that scene would have electricity flying around him due to the sudden startle.

He hugs (!) you for dear life. Which in fact is him clutching at your chest while his face is buried in your neck in fear. You have to warn him that the dog is gone. When he lifts his face he sees your rightfully blushed cheeks then where his hands are placed.

He is blushing even more than you do. Immediately backs away but unlike Sakura he tries to apologize. Key word : tries. "I am sorry. Very very sorry. I didn't mean todkjsnzhdnzjangeknzjsnzudbzjd" is probably what you will hear.

Mitsuki Kiryu

You were walking through shopping malls with him on a date when you tripped over a shoelace and fell on top of him.

He didn't fall to the ground with force and held you instead. But unfortunately in that moment , it happened to be at your chest.

He is aware of what he did but it was accidental so he doesn't see anything wrong and knows you will understand. So he doesn't really talk about it.

Will pull his hand back. Not too slow that it will make him look like he is taking advantage of the situation. But also not fast enough that it will make you realize it and be embarrassed. Perfect pace and a perfect face-d gentleman.

Then proceeds to kneel down and casually tie your sholaces so you don't fall down again , while you are over there having a cardiac arrest.

Sugishita Kyotaro

Okay i am going to be honest here , no matter how tall you may be , this man is probably 2 you put on top of each other. So how did his hand get into contact with your chest remains a mystery.

When he realizes , he doesn't react immediately. He pulls his hand back slowly and walks away. Scowling and growling embarrassedly like a baby lion.

If anyone else dares to say sth on it , he goes "I'll crush you" with the most Sakura-like blush ever. After that blush , no one takes him seriously. (Ma poor boi)

Doesn't get into your personal area for the whole rest of the week, even just for a simple hug or holding hands. Because he remembers what happened and how it felt when people teased him , so he will AVOID living that embarrassment again.

[asce-of-hearts]

Yandere Shanks with a kidnapped reader and „There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you.“ „Please stop crying, I did this for your own safety.“ and „I know you need space but I want to be close to you.“

Maybe the crew visited her Island a lot and Shanks fell in love and asked her to join him but she wanted to stay on her Island and pursue her dreams of becoming a psychologist… and there’s also a age gap since she is in her early 20s.❤️

Infatuation

Contents: Yandere!Shanks with prompts: 💨🌳🐌 (fem!reader)

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WARNINGS: YANDERE, KIDNAPPING.

"You can't just... brute force your way around things, Shanks," You say between sobs as you sit over the bed inside his chamber in his ship, the sea is all that surrounds you both, you feel dizzy from all the back and forth rocking of the boat. "God, how could you even do this? I thought you were... I- I don't know, mature enough to understand what I wanted."

Shanks can feel the slightest bit of guilt at seeing you cry so desperately, he knows you had dreams, dreams of comfort and quiet, and if he didn't aspire to that same thing then your dreams didn't include him. But he couldn't bear the thought of being away from you, of you finding another man to love and care for, to give yourself to. He couldn't, it filled him with sorrow and rage. He can only sigh, rubbing your back in a comforting gesture.

"I... I understood," he starts to try and justify himself, only to give up halfway. "I just... I don't know, ___. I love you, I really do love you. And love is... confusing, and maddening in a certain sense. I guess what I mean is... There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you. And this is just one of the many things I'm willing to do to keep you by my side."

"Kidnapping is 'one of the things you're willing to do'. Are you actually insane?" You retaliate, your face all puffy now from how much you've been crying. It's kinda cute, makes him blush, he only pushes your face against his chest, trying to help you calm down, he only earns his freshly washed shirt dampening by you crying.

"I suppose," he answers rather sheepishly, staring at the ceiling as he keeps his arm wrapped around your vulnerable form, hushing you softly. "Well, no, insane is not the word I would use. That's a strong expression. I may be a little... possessive, slightly delusional, maybe I've drank too much salt water in my life time." He tries to lighten the mod, earning himself a death glare from your behalf. You sniffle as you face him again.

"Salt water doesn't have any side effects that include kidnapping your ex-girlfriend when she asks you to break up because you're too busy playing pirate for her to enjoy." You try and remain firm, instead, you burst into crying once more just seconds after, hiding your face in Shanks' chest again.

"Please stop crying, I did this for your own safety..." He whispers, hushing you once more, pressing a soft kiss to your hair.

"How am I safer in a pirate's ship than inside my home?" You ask, sobbing.

"Because you're with me," he growls, his jealousy getting the better of him, his grip around you tightens. "Because I can make sure you're safe, by my side, forever, ___." There's an awkward silence after those words are said, you stand up, decided to go and get some fresh air. He grabs you by the wrist, looking desperate as he stops you from leaving.

"I need to breathe."

"I know," he sounds so urgent, like he's about to cry himself, hypocrite. "I know. I'm sorry. I know you need space but I want to be close to you." You both look at each other, a fight for dominance, one neither of you win. You both just stand there.

"I hate you." You murmur, sitting back down on his bed, facing the wall as you lay down. He chuckles.

"I know," He whispers, laying down beside you, closing his eyes as he rests his head on the nape of your neck.

"But I would hate myself more if I let anybody else have you."

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good enough

pairing: hector fort x reader

summary: in which you don’t think you’re good enough

warnings: cussing (i think), angst

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a/n: i’m sorry this took some time to get out, but here it is love xxx

it had been building for a while—the unspoken tension between you and hector. there had been those quiet moments, the ones where your eyes met and lingered just a little longer than usual, where the air felt thick, heavy with something neither of you could name. you’d always felt it. he’d always felt it too. but neither of you had dared to speak it aloud.

you loved him. or at least, you were pretty sure you did. how could you not? everything about him drew you in—his confidence, the way he carried himself with such ease, the way his presence seemed to calm everything around him. and when he smiled at you, like that small, private smile just for you, it made your heart do strange things. but despite all of it, you couldn’t shake the voice in your head telling you that you weren’t good enough. not for someone like him.

hector was always the one people turned to, the one who had everything figured out, the one with that effortless charm. and you? you were just… you. unsure of yourself, tangled up in doubts and insecurities, wondering if he’d even notice you if you weren’t there, always in the background, just out of reach. but still, something about the way he looked at you made it hard to deny the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

tonight, however, it felt different. the usual distance between you both, even when you were close, was gone. the space between you was charged, electric. you could feel the pull, the desire, humming beneath the surface, threatening to break free. but you weren’t sure if you were ready for it. and maybe that was why you kept finding excuses to keep it all at arm’s length.

you sat on the couch, your knees pulled up to your chest, trying to focus on the movie playing in the background. but your attention kept drifting to him, sitting just a little too close for comfort, but not close enough. every time you glanced over, you’d catch him watching you, his gaze soft, almost unreadable, like he was trying to figure something out. it made you nervous, made your heart beat a little faster.

finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost hesitant. “can we talk?”

your stomach dropped. you’d been waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, you felt yourself stiffen. you nodded, trying to keep your composure. “yeah, of course.”

he moved a little closer, his body angling toward you, and there it was again—the undeniable energy between you. it wasn’t just friendly anymore. the air between you two was thick, charged with something unspoken, and you could feel it in the way your skin prickled with awareness.

“i’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, like he was choosing his words carefully. “about us.”

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his words sinking in. you swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “what do you mean?”

he turned his head slightly, his eyes searching your face, like he was trying to make sure you understood exactly what he was saying. “i don’t want to just be friends anymore,” he said softly. “i want more. i want you.”

the words hit you like a wave, overwhelming and unexpected. for a moment, your mind went blank. you couldn’t breathe. all the thoughts you’d been holding back, the fears, the insecurities—they all rushed to the surface. you opened your mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come. you couldn’t say them. you’re not good enough for him.

hector’s gaze softened, and he took a small step closer. “what is it?” he asked, his voice gentle now, like he was waiting for you to tell him what was going on in your head.

you shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. “hector, i… i can’t. i’m not good enough for you.”

his expression faltered, confusion flashing across his face. “what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice more forceful now, though there was still a hint of concern. “how can you say that? you’re perfect just the way you are.”

but the doubt was there, thick and suffocating, and you couldn’t shake it. “you deserve someone who’s got their life together. someone who doesn’t have all this… baggage. someone who doesn’t doubt everything about themselves.” you shook your head, feeling the weight of everything you’d kept buried. “i’m not that person, hector. i’m not good enough for you.”

the words stung, and you immediately regretted saying them. but you couldn’t take them back now. you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, bracing for the rejection that you feared was coming.

hector’s eyes darkened with frustration. “don’t say that. don’t ever say that about yourself again.”

he stood up, his hand gripping the back of the couch as he paced, clearly trying to control the anger rising in him. you flinched at the movement, unsure of how to respond. part of you wanted to apologize, to take it all back, but the other part—the part that was terrified of what would happen if he really saw you, saw everything you were hiding—didn’t know how to let go.

he stopped in front of you, his gaze sharp but softer than it had been moments ago. “you think i don’t see you?” he asked, his voice strained, like he was trying to keep his emotions in check. “you think i don’t notice how you are with me? the way you make me feel when i’m around you?”

your breath caught in your throat, your heart skipping a beat. “hector, please…” you whispered, not wanting to hear it. not wanting to believe it. “i’m just… i’m not what you need.”

he placed his hands on the couch beside you, leaning in close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. the closeness made you shiver, and for a moment, you couldn’t look away from his eyes—eyes that held something raw, something real, something he hadn’t shared with anyone else. with you.

“you are exactly what i need,” he said, his voice rough now, like he was struggling to keep control. “you think i care about all that other shit? all the perfect things you think i want? i don’t care about any of that. i care about you.” his face was inches from yours now, his lips just a breath away, and you could feel the heat rising between you two.

you opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. he didn’t give you a chance to speak. before you could process it, his lips were on yours, hot and demanding. it wasn’t gentle—no, this kiss was full of everything he had been holding back, everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. it was raw, intense, and you felt it all the way down to your bones.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathless. his hands were still on your face, his touch gentle but insistent, like he was grounding you, reminding you that he was there.

“don’t you ever think you’re not good enough for me,” he murmured, his voice low, sending shivers down your spine. “because you are. more than you’ll ever know.”

your pulse raced, and as he leaned in again, you felt it. that pull between you two, undeniable and intense. the way your body responded to him was something you hadn’t fully realized until this moment—something deeper than just the emotional connection, something physical that you couldn’t ignore anymore.

when he kissed you again, slower this time, it wasn’t just a kiss—it was an unspoken promise. a promise that he wouldn’t walk away. not now. not ever.

and as you pulled him closer, as his hands slid to your waist, you felt the spark between you two ignite, your doubts slowly burning away under the heat of his touch. the kiss deepened, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe—you were enough.

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[rafeshow]

Part 2 of just for clicks 🥺😩🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 please

just for clicks .. pt. 2

hasanabi x fem!streamer!reader

tags : probably extremely out of character hasan (it’s been a minute since i’ve watched a stream pls let me live), use of y/n, angst, comfort, tension?, english isnt my first language, probably lots of inconsistency’s and errors.. lmk if i missed any tags !

a/n : heyyy ppl.. sososososo sorry for how long this has taken !! i’ve been very busy in my personal life and i’ve had extreme writers block, and no motivation to write for men tbh LMAOO. if you have any requests for fem streamer fanfics send them my way ig 😭. all that to say, again; im so terribly sorry for the delay with this fic. sorry if it’s awful, i’ve been writing it on and off for MONTHSSS. read part one here.

You awoke around 3AM to a gentle knock at your apartment door. The current ‘situation’ Hasan had sprung the two of you into only mere hours ago had easily kept you up; having only been asleep for about 10 minutes at this point. It was like clockwork watching it play out; first the clips, then the comments against Hasan, followed by the people running to his defense, and of course the few content creators (who probably didnt meet him more than once) insisting they ‘always knew something was off about him’. It had been hours since it blew up, and other than responding to the few initial texts from your friends informing you of the situation, you had gone completely radio silent.

The saddest part was you werent even upset. Rather the opposite, your brain jumped through hoops trying to rationalize it. He just said it in the heat of the moment, he didnt mean it the way it came off, he was just defending himself, he just wanted to make his feelings clear. But of course, the rationalizing thoughts can only do so much to block out the harmful ones; you just really over-thought the way the two of you acted, it was never like that, you made it weird, its your fault.

But honestly, what else could you do? Sitting and ‘rotting’ (for lack of a better word) in bed was much more appealing than the other options. Yes you could hop online and defend yourself, be mad about it, say how gross it was for him to insinuate you'd do anything for views, talk about how weird it is for him to get that pressed over a fan video. Or, you could always flee and take the sad victim side, let all your friends do the talking for you, leave little comments like ‘i didnt know he thought of me that way’ and profusely apologize. But none of that would be you being honest. Of course you wanted to defend yourself, of course you were sad and beating yourself up about it, but you wanted nothing more than to just sit and wallow in it for a while. Avoid the inevitable for as long as possible.

Your friends had all been bombarding you with messages and calls, but your phone was long past muted and set aside. Before going awol you left most of them with a brief ‘im going to sleep it off’ message, but judging by the still persistent notifications, youd assume that didn't ease their minds at all.

Youd been aimlessly watching a show for a few hours at this point, lulling in and out of sleep and tuning out the sound of your phone for the most part. The sudden knock at your door was a change in pace though, the sound snapping you out of the static and fog buzzing around in your head. No, the idea of one of your friends driving over to check on you wasn't all that out of the question. You lived just outside of L.A, far enough from most of your friends to feel like a nuisance asking anybody to drive to come visit you, but not far enough where you couldn't justify driving there yourself. You sat up, adjusting your loose sweatpants where they hung low on your hips. After a bit of quick process of elimination, you figured it was QT; one of your closer (and most considerate) friends. Because of this, you opted not to throw a shirt on to cover yourself, clad in a just a comfortable sports bra.

You shuffled your way over to the door, throwing on the best smile you could manage before twisting the knob and opening it. You were surprised when you had to adjust your eyes upwards, the figure at your door towering over where QT would normally reside. As you took him in, it didnt take long for an exhausted sigh to leave you. It was Hasan. There he stood, still sporting his typical tall and broodingly aloof aesthetic, even despite being moderately hunched over and with concern etched in every inch of his stature. You couldnt help but notice how unsure he looked. Anxious. No, Hasan wasnt always the most outgoing and ‘go-lucky’ guy, but he looked almost pained as you met his eyes; his clothes twisted in ways that made you guess hed been fidgeting with them, his nail polish chipped away on most fingers, the way he took an almost comically large step back as soon as you opened the door.

“Can we talk?” He said, his voice a harsh change in the silence you didnt realize was resting between the two of you. “You can say no of course-” He rushed out, only his fingers flaring out in emphasis opposed to his usual hand movements, almost as if he was afraid hed startle you.

“Yea, sure.” You sighed out, hardly even mentally present in the moment. You rubbed at your eyes as you held the door open, leaving plenty of space for him to walk in. He took you up on the invitation, albeit looking incredibly unsure whilst doing so.

He padded into your apartment painfully slow before quickly snapping his eyes to you, almost as if waiting for permission to do something. For you to give him instruction. You didn't even look at him though, instead grumbling your way over to your previous home on the sofa, tugging your blanket to one end and leaving plenty of room for him on the other. He waited till you’d sat down to follow, trying his best to gently take a seat at his appointed spot on the couch.

“How’d you get my address?” You said plainly, opting to just stare into the tv as it lowly played some random show. He’d never been there before. You honestly didnt care, whatever his answer was. You just hoped it would spring him into getting the daunting conversation over with.

“Austin.” He breathed out, sounding even tenser than he looked. “He gave it to me so I could send you something for the podcast a while ago.” He pausued, but continued; “Im sorry, I know how fucking weird it is for me to just show up but I couldnt just sit there and-” He took a breath, and you could practically taste the oncoming ramble. “You wouldnt answer anybody, and you totally have the right to do that obviously but I couldnt just sit with myself not knowing what was going on.. I started driving here before I even thought it through, which is totally my bad.. but I couldn’t just go all the way back without even checking in.. -And I know my feelings are irrelevant in this and its about you I just-”

“Hasan stop.” You turned to him, trying and failing not to look as sympathetic as you did. “I dont-.. it’s fine, okay? I mean obviously it’s not fine, but we’ll get over it. Im sure you didn't mean what you said, or at least not like that- you know- it's whatever, okay?” You practically hushed the words out, opting for the soothing approach and acting way more casual about the situation than you felt. You threw in a horribly farse reassuring smile at the end, hoping to solidify your words.

“You really didnt need to come all this way, I wouldve answered in the morning. I was just sleeping.” You added, and you saw the way his face ticked. He knew you were lying, but he was definitely not going to pry, whether about the lack of sleep or your want to brush things off. He persisted for himself though;

“It’s not fine, y/n. Im not shoving this shit under the rug, it’s going to eat me alive.” He said, his voice switching between frustration, desperation, and forced softness. You could see the way he struggled with his words, trying so hard not to talk about the way he feels (and failing miserably at it). The way a ping of regret would flash over him after every word he spoke. His eyes flickered back and forth from boring into you and staring off into the abyss of meddled emotions he’d created for himself.

“I’ll just lay it out how it is, okay? It was beyond messed up for me to insinuate you’d maliciously do something.. Like that stuff, for views, okay? Especially when I was doing that.. shit to you too. I shouldve never said that, or even thought it for that matter. I was just- frustrated, okay? Thats not me justifying it or anything, I just wanted you to like, know that-”

“Hasan.” You cut him off, this time sitting up and reaching to put a hand on his knee. You swear you could feel his leg flex under your touch. You stopped for a moment, searching his face for answers to questions you couldn't compute.

“What is so frustrating?” Is the question you somehow managed to compose. You don’t know the answer you wanted. It was an open ended question, he could take the side that you secretly hoped he would; that it was the fans. The overwhelming shipping and attention your relationship got from the fans was suffocating to him, and that he didn’t feel the way they portrayed him to feel about you. Or he could take the side that scared you. That he felt exactly the way everyone was portraying it, and them rubbing his own feelings in his face before he even had a chance to do anything about them himself was driving him crazy. Instead, the two of you sat in silence, and it wasnt uncomfortable. The air almost felt thick around the two of you, a comfortable fog, but something in it possessed you to add a gentle squeeze to his leg with emphasis. And you definitely felt him twitch this time.

“Tell me i'm not the only one who's feeling this way.” He finally muttered, and suddenly the feeling of his gaze hit you like a ton of bricks. You almost wanted to cower away with the way his eyes bored into yours, almost needy, the look feeling even more pleading than the words he'd said.

You knew what you wanted to say, but how could you possibly admit to it? Through this whole situation, you’d been not only so terribly irked at him, but also so frustrated with yourself. How could you admit that you too had been feeling the same way, and you hadn’t done anything about it either? You’d be admitting that the ripples throughout the fandom and now the controversy had been from your actions (or lack there of) too. You’d already been beating yourself up about it all day. What answer did he truly want? If you admitted to him that you too felt the same way, would he be greatful or mad? If you lied and said you didn’t feel the same way, what good or bad would it do? It could wreck him, he’d beat himself up beyond belief, the fact that he not only projected his unreciprocated feelings onto you but also gotten mad over it live. All of it being his fault. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. But you didn’t know which was worse, seeing him mad at you, or seeing him sad. You could only hope for the best, before the words spilled out of your mouth;

“Hasan of course I feel the same way.” A frown etched into your face, and you continued before he even had a chance to react; “I’m so so sorry I hadn’t done anything about it sooner either, I just beat myself up about it until I couldn’t-“ you withdrew your hand from his knee, shaking your hands, looking for the words you couldn’t form yourself. “ -I couldn’t tell how I was even feeling about it anymore..? I used to be so upset that you hadn’t done anything, I thought you were toying with me. I mean.. I tried making it obvious that I liked you so that you’d do something if you felt the same way but you never did so I convinced myself that you didn’t-“

“Hey, Hey,” He cut me off, and it was only then that i’d realized how close he’d moved to me during my rant. His leg rubbed against mine where I sat criss cross in the corner of the couch. His frame leaned over mine as he gave his best attempt at shrinking down to aid me. His eyes scattered across my face as his large hand cupped my cheek, hurriedly wiping at tears that I didn’t even notice were falling. It was only then that I finally realized the sound of my hurried breaths, the air practically huffing out of me. He looked frantic, broken, even though that’s exactly what I didn’t want. He pulled me close to his chest, i’m sure not only to sooth me, but also because he couldn’t bare to look at my tear stricken face anymore. I gripped onto his shirt, not even knowing I needed to cry this bad.

He didn’t say anything at first. I felt him pressing kisses into the crown of my head, and I couldn’t tell which one of us needed them more. He held me tight and close, all of his previous worries of hurting me more and being gentle replaced by the need to comfort. It was unspoken how much we’d both wanted to hold each other over the last few months, whether like this or otherwise, and after all our emotions boiling over, I think this was exactly what we needed.

We sat there in the silence for a long time. The humming of the tv still echoing through my flat, and the now present thumping of Hasans heartbeat against my ear was beyond peaceful. Of course, we’d pull ourselves together soon and have a realistic conversation, but for now, this was perfect.

[weird-is-life]

Can I request a shy reader and Spencer's fic. When the reader works at a flower shop, Spencer comes in there looking for flowers. And the reader goes on a little rant about what he should buy and what each flower means.

Hii lovely, ty for the request! Hope this is okay🙈warnings: use of y/n, fluff, a few swear words, (0.9k)

Spencer needs to buy some flowers for Emily. It's her birthday and he's always brought her flower before, so even if he's already running late to her birthday dinner, he can't not go buy her some flowers.

He goes into the first flower shop, he spots on the way to Emily's apartment and that's where he finds you.

It's almost the closing time, so you are just sitting behind the counter, reading some book. Spencer immediately thinks he's in love.

He swears, you are the prettiest girl, he's ever seen and the fact, that you are too absorbed in your book to even notice him, makes you even more attractive to Spencer.

You finally notice him as he's a few steps away from the counter. You quickly slam the book shut and try not to look too caught off guard.

You weren't expecting anybody to come to the shop anymore and you definitely weren't expecting it to be a very handsome guy.

His messy, curly hair, expensive-looking black suit and the small stubble have you buckling at your knees. You are sure, that if you weren't sitting on the chair, you would be on the ground.

"H-hi," you somewhat compose yourself, "w-what can I help you with?"

He shoots you a smile and you're pretty sure that your cheeks go very red," Hi, I was wondering if I could get some flowers?"

"D-do you have any specific in mind?" you ask, barely holding an eye contact with him. You are shy and he isn't helping your situation at all.

"Ye-...No, I don't. Can you recommend me some?" Spencer literally knows the meaning of every flower you have in this shop, but something about you makes him shut his mouth, so he can stay here longer.

"I can, yes," you smile sheepishly at him, "who are they supposed to be for?"

"My friend, it's her birthday today," you would be lying, if you said that your heart didn't skip a beat at hearing that it's for his friend and not a girlfriend. You thought, that he was getting flowers for his girlfriend.

"W-well, I'd suggest, that you should definitely get some yellow flowers for her. Yellow color represents friendship, would that be okay?" you hesitantly ask. Spencer just nods encouragingly.

"Okay, so we could do some mixed bouquet. Yellow roses are definitely a yes, you can't go wrong with that, they are beautiful and smell amazing. We should also add sunflowers, they represent loyalty and adoration of the friendship. Oh and mums are grest, too. They can really make the bouquet come alive, they are like the spirit of optimism. We could also-," you ramble about each flower, that you put in the bouquet for him.

Spencer listens to your every word with a happy smile, you remind him of himself with your rambling and to be honest, he finds it adorable.

You are done too quickly tho and Spencer finds himself wanting to hear you speak again.

But his phone rings and he doesn't even need to pick up to know, that the team is wondering, where he is.

"Here, i-is this okay?" you hand the insanely pretty bouquet to him. Spencer's grin basically answers your question.

"Thank you, thank you. It couldn't be more perfect. You're a total lifesaver..." he looks at your name tag, "y/n. Thank you, y/n."

You are certain, that your cheeks couldn't be more red as they are right now. Spencer's compliment makes you blush like a fool.

"Oh. I'm..I'm glad, that you like it." You stutter out your response, looking at the ground. You carefully wrap the bouquet in the flower wrapping paper and tell him the price of it.

He pays it and before you can say no, he puts a bigger tip than it's normal into the tip jar.

Spencer then slowly leaves thanking you as he goes. And right before the door closes, it looks like Spencer wants to tell you something else, but in the last second he shakes his head and dissappears.

You wave him a shy goodbye, you are a little disappointed even if you don't really know why. Well okay, maybe you do know why. But you shouldn't have put your hopes up, thinking the handsome stranger felt the spark like you did. And that maybe, only maybe, he'd ask you out.

You sigh and sluggishly start to clean up the counter to finally close the shop and go home. The door bell rings again and your head immediately shoots up.

He runs up to the counter, a little out of breath, "shit, I'm sorry to bother you again. I don't usually do this, like ever, it's just....Would you like to go out with me sometimes? Like for a-a coffee? You can say no of course, hell, I'd totally understand if you said no." Spencer's now the one to rumble.

"I-I'd love to," you, surprising even yourself, reply immediately. Cheeks, of course, burning red.

"It's okay- Wait, really?" Spencer was totally expecting you to reject him.

"Yes, really....." you want to say his name.

"Spencer, my name is Spencer," he quickly understands.

"Spencer, " you try out his name," I'd love to Spencer, here." You bravely scramble your phone number on a piece of paper and give it to him.

Spencer takes it with a huge smile, "I'll call you, " he looks like he wants to stay longer, but looks at his watch and curses under his breath," I'm so late. I gotta go, but I'll call you, I promise."

"Bye, Spencer," you say sweetly and Spencer already knows he's fucked. Not even one date and he knows, he's down bad.

[nanpecan]

₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 5

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt. 6

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you’ve now had two three extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento. He's confessed his feelings for you, you've spent the night at his place so now its back to work, but not without a quick rendezvous in his office...

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, explicit smut towards the end (mdni), food play...let them eat cake !!

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 7.3k

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: i really debated only posting the smutty part of this as a one shot but ultimately decided to post the whole thing for the two people that are interested in the story eheh.

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As you opened your eyes the next morning you became aware of just how warm and cozy you felt. You felt safe. Nanami’s chest was pressed against your back, your legs intertwined, and his hand rested on your arm, rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. You turned back to look at him and smiled. You shut your eyes and let out a big groan, you didn’t want to get up. He smiled back and placed a soft kiss on your temple. He shifted and sat up in bed. You turned to watch him stretch. His arms reached far above his head as he moved from one side to the other. You moved a hand his way to poke his lower back. He looked back at you and smiled. 

As the two of you got ready for the day, you were silent. You moved in sync with one another. You brushed your teeth side by side, using the toothbrush he had provided you the night before. He had even gone so far as to wash your clothes for you. You lay your clothes out next to his on the bed and you both watched each other get dressed. You smiled as you reached over to help him button up his shirt, and he returned the favor. 

It was as if you had always done this, like this was just another morning in a long line of mornings and you had never known anything else. As you finished dressing, you looked back over to him. He was adjusting his sleeves and all that was left was his tie. You approached him and Nanami turned to face you with his flashily patterned tie in his hands. He looked at you expectantly, and you obliged, grabbing the silky fabric and letting your fingers brush against his hand. You bounced on your tiptoes and popped Nanami's collar, slipping the tie around his neck. You grabbed the end of the fabric in each of your hands and pulled him closer, bringing his face to your own. 

You smiled as you shook your head. “I wish I could help, but I actually don’t know how to tie a tie.” You frowned and sighed dramatically, “I know, it's grounds to send me packing, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I’m only human after all.” 

“I knew you were too good to be true,” he said, raising his head and peering down at you. You felt color rush to your face. What should have been an intimidating expression was now making your heart flutter. “I’ll learn,” you said, pulling him even closer. “And I’ll be so good you won’t ever want anybody else to tie your ties for you. I’ll be the best.” He lowered his face closer to you, now inches apart. “It’ll always have to be me.” 

He hummed in agreement as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close. “Will you be coming back here after work?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I should go home, I haven’t been there for two nights now. What will the neighbors think?” 

He chuckled. “Would it be too forward to ask if I could...come over?”

You smiled and felt your cheeks burn. “I-”

“You don’t have to say yes, I just thought I’d ask.”

“Usually I would say yes, I’m just…I mean I didn’t leave it in the cleanest state. If you think your place is messy, mine is…I mean it’s not horrible, it's just-” 

“I’ll leave it for another time then,” he said smiling, amused at how flustered you were. 

“Yes. Eventually. Maybe…tomorrow?” Was that too soon? 

He nodded. “I’ll drop you off tonight and pick you up tomorrow morning.”

“Breakfast at mine then?” you offered. Nanami nodded and you smiled back, “Sounds like a date.” 

“Finally,” he grumbled as he pulled you into a soft kiss. 

Nanami drove you both to Jujutsu High. Neither of you looked forward to being apart again, you wanted to savor the tenderness of this morning. As he parked the car and stepped out to get the door for you, you looked down at your hands. You looked them over. The crease, the lines, the imprints were all the same. Despite everything you were still yourself, but everything felt so different now. You were discovering a whole other side of yourself, and it hadn’t even been a whole four days. 

Nanami opened the door and offered you a hand as you stepped out. You both lingered outside of the car before silently walking towards the school entrance, exchanging glances and longing to be back in each other's arms. You both began to speak at the same time. 

“Sorry, go ahead,” you said. 

“Ah, I was just going to say, I don’t have any off campus duties today, so I’ll be in my office doing paperwork,” he said.

“I need to write my report about yesterday. Which reminds me, I have to stop by the infirmary again to ask Shoko some questions...” You thought about what else was on your plate. “Then I’ll be grading some of the student assignments and I’m also assigned for tutoring duty in the afternoon,” you sighed. “At least that’s what I think I’ll be doing. Something always seems to come up.” He stared silently. “I…I should be off by five, so maybe…I’ll come find you if you’re still in your office.” 

He seemed satisfied with this addition. “I’ll be waiting,” the smirk on his face was devilish.

You blushed, OH.

As you walked in opposite directions, you were sure your face must have been red. 

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“I need to mention using RCT, but I’m not sure what the best way to word it would be... Without giving away how I did it I mean,” you said to Shoko, who was shuffling around the lab. 

“Healing yourself and healing others are two very different things. Most high level sorcerers eventually develop the ability to heal themselves. Minor injuries mostly, just enough to get by until real help can arrive. For you to potentially be assigned so I can train you, you have to show that you go beyond that. You healed those two museum workers, but didn’t heal yourself completely.” 

“I didn’t heal them so much as just cap off the bleeding,” you muttered.

“There you go, you could describe that. If they ask I’ll confer that you were able to heal yourself and that I’m confident you would be able to heal others.” She finally turned around and looked right at you. “Why did you do that by the way? Heal them but not yourself?” 

You thought about it. “When it came down to healing them, the answer to me was pretty clear. I needed to scab over their flesh to tank the bleeding. So when I turned the CE into my own, I used the output to concentrate on hardening the blood and healing the open flesh. I didn’t try to go any deeper. When I healed myself it wasn’t  really intentional, it was because there was an excess of CE flowing into me from the curse. I tried to get rid of it by transferring it to the katana that was logged in the curse’s mouth. It ended up fixing the sword somehow and that’s how I was able to kill the curse.” she nodded. “I only stopped myself from healing because I don’t understand where organs go, or how the blood flows, so I was afraid of messing something inside up.” 

“What?” Shoko looked confused. 

“What?” 

“What did you mean you were afraid of messing up your insides?” 

You were confused now. “When I go to heal, I visualize what I’m healing. Otherwise I feel like I’m shaping something into a completely useless item. I feel like I need medical knowledge before I’ll be able to heal large internal injuries.” 

Shoko still stared at you puzzled. “How do you think RCT works?” 

“You turn CE into blood and rush the healing process.” 

“Very good, however, I don’t think there is a real need to visualize what needs to be done. If you were to ask Gojo how he does it he’d probably say he does it on instinct. What feels right.” She looked at you seriously. “I only consider the range of the area I'm healing, I don’t focus on the tissue or how it needs to heal specifically.” 

“Oh.” You furrowed your brows. “I…I feel like I have to think about it. Otherwise it doesn’t turn out the way I like. My lip for example,” Your fingers went up to touch the scar. “I held it together and imagined the flesh coming together. It worked, I mean my skin fused but it didn’t heal anymore because I didn’t know what to do next.” 

Shoko blinked and you saw a burning look of curiosity wash over her now. It made you nervous. “What time are you off of work today?” 

“Ah, I need to leave by 5.” 

“Oh? Plans with Nanami?” She said cheekily. 

You blushed. “Y-yes. I think we’re grabbing dinner. I’m not sure yet.” 

“I see,” Shoko was staring at you intensely. 

Both of your phones dinged and you were relieved at the break in eye contact. She tsked as she read the message. “Your date might have to wait. Yaga just called for a meeting at 5.” 

Shoko asked you to come back tomorrow morning before the work day started. Something about “wanting to see you in action”. You weren’t sure what she meant, but it made you feel a bit uneasy. 

The day dragged on and you felt yourself checking your watch every thirty minutes. You hammered away at the copious amounts of paperwork flooding your desk. Grading papers, turning in permits for projects, following up on leads about curses and the like. When it came time for tutoring you weren’t surprised when no one showed up. You could imagine the students had other things on their minds than the novel they had been assigned to read. You just went back to your paperwork. With everything going on, the news of Gojo returning with the Okkotsu kid barely registered in your brain. 

A couple of hours later you found yourself sitting at a table in the managers’ break room, reading over writing assignments from the second years. You cringed as you read Hakari’s history report. You had so many questions…mainly why it was only four sentences long and why he had decided to use informal slang. 

“You look like you’re reading something unpleasant.” You looked up and saw Nanami standing at the doorway. 

You smiled at him dropping the paper down on the table in front of you. “Hakari is a great fighter, one of the most talented students I think I’ve ever seen. However, his writing skills are crap. I feel sorry for whoever has to read his reports in the future.” 

Nanami smiled a little. “Have you had lunch?” 

You looked at the clock, it was 2. “I haven’t, actually.” 

“Eat with me.” 

You smiled and nodded. “Okay.” 

He pulled out two sandwiches from the cafe, the ones you hadn’t gotten to try. You smiled. “How did you-”

“I have my ways.” He sat down next to you as you moved the paperwork away. “I seem to recall you complaining about not being able to enjoy them. This is my way of apologizing.” He let you pick a sandwich and took the other. You ate silently, just enjoying each other's presence. 

“Any crazy missions pop up?” You asked. 

He shook his head. “They’re not prioritizing outings right now. All the sorcerers were asked to stay on campus while the Okkotsu boy was brought here. I imagine we’ll learn more about the situation at the meeting.” 

“Oh, that’s right.” You tilted your head in curiosity. “Have you seen him? The boy I mean.” 

“I have not. Gojo immediately placed him in the talisman room while the elders discuss what to do with him.” 

“What do you think is going to happen?” 

He was quiet for a bit, thinking. “If I’m being honest…they will likely call for his execution.” 

Your stomach dropped. “I see.” 

He was silent. “...Does that bother you?” 

You frowned, “A little yes,” you looked down at your sandwich. “People are dead because of him, however I feel like there has to be more to the story.” You looked up at Nanami. “Someone that powerful doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere, he’s most likely lived like this for a while and has finally reached a breaking point. He’s just a kid, he doesn’t need to be punished, he needs help.” 

“You sound like Gojo.” You made a face at his statement. “Why do you do that whenever I mention Gojo? Most people adore him,” he asked.

“I have a lot of admiration for him, but I don’t get along with the cocky type.” Nanami smiled. “Do you think… he’ll stop the Okkotsu boy’s execution, if they vote for it?” 

He didn’t answer. “Wouldn’t you be hesitant to work around a child capable of that much violence?”

You considered it for a second. “Honestly, I don’t know. I like to think everyone deserves a second chance, but then again, I could meet him and not like him at all, in which case I’ll probably regret sticking up for him,” you said laughing a bit. “But until then, I’ll see the best in him.” Nanami stared at you. “What? Was that a stupid answer?” 

“You’re a good person.” 

You blushed and shook your head, “I think I’m just naive.”

“No. You’ve got a good heart. I hope you stay that way.” You looked at him curiously. 

You suddenly noticed Ijichi coming into the break room. He looked at Nanami confused for a second and then at the sandwiches you were eating. He looked at Nanami again, nervously, and opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by a familiar voice. 

“Nanami~” Satoru came into view of the door frame, singing Nanami’s name as he pat Ijichi’s back. “I’ve been looking for you.” Nanami stiffened and he looked up at Gojo, clearly annoyed. 

You bowed your head politely in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything. Gojo inhaled sharply and frowned dramatically. “No sandwich for me? Not even a sweet treat? I see you have a dessert in that bag, you wouldn’t hide that from me right?” 

“What do you want?” Nanami said, ignoring him. 

“Ugh, I’m exhausted, I don’t even remember. Maybe something sweet will stimulate my mind and I’ll be able to tell you.” Gojo taunted with a smug smile.

Nanami’s jaw clenched. You smiled a little at seeing his reaction. “You should go look for something sweet then, do you need to borrow some coins? Was that what you were going to ask me?” 

Gojo frowned. “What are you doing in here anyway? Tired of Ijichi? Trying to butter up another manager to do your bidding?” Gojo walked over and pulled out a chair from the table, flipping it and sitting with his chest to the back of the chair. “Nanamiii, lack of sugar is bad for my brain, you know how I am. Besides,” he turned his head towards you, “it’s not like you particularly like sweets; unless you got it for a special someone?” You felt your cheeks get hot. Gojo smirked, turning back to Nanami looking for a reaction. You glanced at him and he was deadpanned, staring at Gojo. 

You laughed and broke the silence. “Let’s just split it up. Ijichi, sit and have some too.”

“I don’t share.” Gojo said, scrunching his nose. 

“I don’t either, but I’d hate for you not to feel special to Nanami too.” You said back. 

You looked at Nanami and smiled at him. He seemed to relax a little. Gojo frowned again. “I don’t share.” He mumbled again. 

“The cake isn’t for you. We’re not sharing anything. What did you want?” Nanami said firmly.

“You’re no fun.” Gojo whined. 

Nanami turned to you and handed you the bag with the dessert. “Please enjoy this. Thank you for keeping me company during lunch.” He got up and walked out beckoning Gojo to follow. 

“Wow you’re so cool.” Gojo said to Nanami, teasing him on his way out. 

You stared at him as he walked out, smiling like a fool. 

“May I ask you about what just happened?” You jumped, not having realized Ijichi was still there. 

“About what?” You said trying to play it off. 

“Are you and Nanami…” 

“Ah, no- well yes. I mean we’re not really…I mean…not yet anyways, not officially. We just- it’s…it’s complicated.” You knew you were probably red. 

Ijichi was silent and you looked at him waiting for him to say something. He just smiled. “I see.” 

“I don’t know why I’m so flustered.” You laughed awkwardly. “Don’t spread this anywhere. It’s still sort of new.” 

“Okay.” Ijichi nodded. 

You were both silent for a bit. “What do you think about it?” 

Ijichi furrowed his brow. “You want to know what I think?” 

“I do.” 

“Hmmm…” he leaned back slightly. “I don’t really think anything of it. I was a bit surprised at first, but it’s only natural he would eventually talk to you.” He shut his lips to stop himself from saying anything else. 

You looked at him. “What do you mean by that?” 

“Nothing.” He said a little too quickly. 

“Ijichi…” you knew if you pressed him he would tell. Usually you felt bad about how easily he was pushed into revealing information but today it was to your advantage. “What do you know? What did you mean by eventually? Did he talk about me before this week? I didn’t think he knew I even existed.” 

“Ah, it’s not really for me to tell.” He was starting to sweat. You stared at him. What did he know? Had Nanami liked you back all this time? Since when? Ijichi stared back with resolve. You narrowed your eyes at him and leaned back in your chair. 

“Don’t worry I won’t make you tell me what you know. I’ll get it out of him.” You smiled confidently. You wanted to hear the whole story from Nanami himself. Ijichi relaxed.“Do you think others will be shocked? By us I mean, by me and him, him and I?” 

“I don’t see why they would be,” he answered.

You frowned. “That’s no fun.” You were sort of disappointed. “Wait, but why? Because everyone else saw it coming or what?” 

“No. Like I said, those that know Nanami could have seen it coming, but,” you made a note on that, “you’re two adults. I don’t think it violates any rules.” He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead quickly. “Besides, I think you two are more alike than you think.” He turned to you. “And I won’t elaborate.”

The rest of the day felt painfully slow after your lunch. You finished the rest of your tasks around 4pm and decided to head towards the library. The meeting wasn’t for another hour and there were a couple of books you wanted to look over before speaking with Shoko again. There was so much about RCT you didn’t know. You wondered if you could find something that could explain what had happened at the museum. If it truly was taboo, there had to be accounts of a similar situation somewhere, right? 

You inhaled deeply as you entered the library. The smell of the old books had always brought you comfort. A lot of your time had been spent here while you were a student. Your first month at the school had been rough to say the least. Yaga recommended you read up on some history and basics to try to catch up with the rest of the students. You did end up learning a lot, but what was book smarts to raw strength? You still got your ass kicked for the next two years. 

What little you could find ultimately left you more confused. You found information about cursed spirit manipulation, object manipulation that could feed on the cursed energy of its opponents, but nothing related to reverse curse technique. You looked up at the clock and saw you had about 20 minutes before the meeting. 

You began to pick up the books around you to put them back in their designated spots. You put away a couple of other books that were strewn about the tables too.You quickly moved around the library placing the items back on their corresponding shelf. The last book was a bit higher up than you were used to. Who had been reading about clan family histories? You reached up to put the last book away. 

“Let me help you with that.” You turned and smiled at Nanami. He took the book from your hand and easily placed it on the top shelf. 

“Thank you.” You said. “Do you want to head to the meeting?”

He looked at you but didn’t say a word. He took a step closer to you and you immediately blushed. “We have some time.” You felt your face get hot, and your hands went up to cover your face. 

“I’m not sure I healed the succubus’ wound all the way, you’re very…” you tried to find the right words. 

“Very what?” He said as he stepped closer, grabbing your wrists to gently move them away from your face. He smiled as you looked up at him. 

You laughed and shook your head. You pulled your wrists out of his hands and put them on his shoulders to pull him closer. You wrapped them around his neck as he lowered his face and kissed you. He was so gentle, you felt yourself melt into him as he put a hand on your spine to pull you closer. He pulled back and smiled. You moved your arms under his and pulled him in for a hug, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You buried your face into his chest and hummed happily. Embarrassment suddenly flooded over you and you pulled yourself back away from him. 

“Sorry,” you muttered. 

“Don’t apologize,” he said. 

You looked up at him and felt yourself blush again. “I don’t know what it is about you… but you make me feel so safe,” you said. He smiled. “Kissing is nice and all, but,” you shrugged, “I like when you hold me.” You felt embarrassment from head to toe. You couldn’t believe you were actually saying this to him. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He stepped closer to you again and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “We should go.” 

“Right.” You quickly pulled yourself together, but immediately fell apart the second you looked up at him. “I can’t look you in the eyes, I’m too embarrassed.” 

“Don’t be.” He began to walk next to you out of the library. “I’d like to hear more of what you like.” He smirked as he saw your flustered face. “Would you like to come back to my office after the meeting?” 

“What for?” you asked innocently. The tips of his ears turned red and you swallowed hard. “Ah, I really should have Shoko look at the area on your neck where that curse got you. I’m really not convinced her spell wore off, but I’ll help you if you need me again I guess,” you teased. 

He laughed and shook his head. “I think you’re the one who has me under her spell.” he stopped walking and you turned to look back at him. “I can’t get enough of you.”  

Your hands shot up to your face to cover your burning cheeks. You turned and started walking again. “Let’s change the subject. I’m going to be beet red at the meeting.” You heard him let out a breath of laughter. He caught up to you walking by your side again. “What did Gojo want?” You felt Nanami stiffen at the mention of his name. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” 

“No, it’s fine.” He said as he held the library door open for you. “It was about the Okkotsu boy.” 

“Oh?” 

“You were right, he was sentenced to death, but Gojo is trying to convince them otherwise.”

“What does that have to do with you?” 

“He’s asked Ijichi and I to look into the boy’s past.” You were still confused. “He thinks there might be more to him than meets the eye.” 

“Sorry I took him away from you like that.” Gojo appeared out of nowhere as you two approached the meeting room. 

“Gojo…” Nanami said low, in a warning tone. 

“What? I’m apologizing for lunch.” He turned to you. “He chewed me out for that, he’s so cold,” Gojo pouted, exaggeratedly. 

“It’s alright,” you said. “I heard you’re going to try to save the Okkotsu boy.” 

“What, ya against it?” Gojo asked. 

“No, I think it’s a good thing.” 

“She’s the only reason I agreed to help you out,” Nanami said flatly. “If she changes her mind, so will I.” 

“Quite an influence she has on you.” Gojo said, he elbowed you playfully. “What did you do to him, huh?” 

“I don’t really know,” you answered honestly. You looked at Nanami and smiled. “I’m growing more and more suspicious.” 

Nanami smirked and opened the door to the meeting room for you. 

“Thank you~” Gojo said, walking in first. 

You spotted Araki and went over to sit next to her. Nanami followed and sat next to you. He bowed his head politely to Akari as he sat. She nodded in return. They would get along just fine. 

The doors opened and Yaga walked in. The room went silent as he made his way to the front. “Thank you for making time to be here, I’ll make this very brief.” He looked hard at Gojo who was leaning back in his chair in the front row. “The Okkotsu boy has been captured and brought here, as I’m sure you’re all aware.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “The council has generously allowed the boy to live.” The air turned tense. You looked around and saw many of the sorcerers frowning. Gojo had a huge, self-satisfied smile on his face. “He will be starting as a student in April. Gojo will be in charge of him along with the rest of the first years. You are all to treat him as a student.” He said firmly. “If there are any questions or concerns please come speak to me directly.” 

“This is bullshit.” One of the sorcerers said. 

“As I said, if you have concerns, relay them to me. Now is not the time, this is not an open ended discussion.” Yaga said. 

“He killed a sorcerer, how will we treat him like a regular student!” 

“Do you want to take him on next?” Gojo said nonchalantly. He didn’t even turn back to look at whoever had spoken. The room went silent again. “If you have concerns you can go to Yaga, but I would prefer it if you came to me. I am taking direct responsibility for the boy after all. Anyone unhappy with my choice can say it to my face.” He stood up and turned back to look at everyone. “Or feel free to take it up with the boy himself, unfortunately I think you’ll find your fate similar to the last sorcerer who challenged him.” 

You clenched your jaw. You understood his point but you thought he might have been taking it too far. 

“Be strong or shut up. Understood?” Gojo said. Yaga was tense. 

“That was all I had to say for the meeting. Stick around if you would like to speak with me.” Yaga began to shuffle his papers as he dismissed everyone.  

“That was a little intense,” you watched as the sorcerers began to talk amongst themselves, frowns on their faces.

“I’ll say.” Akari turned to you. “What do you think about all this?” 

“I’m for it.” You said. She furrowed her brows. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” You said. She looked like she was thinking deeply. “What?” 

“I don’t know what to make of it, but I trust Gojo knows what he’s doing.” She sighed. “If I lose faith in him I’d lose faith in Jujutsu society altogether.” 

That’s right Akari would rather die than admit it but she liked Gojo. Him and Ijichi had helped secure her younger brother a spot at the Kyoto school after he graduated middle school. 

Akari looked down at her phone and sighed. “It looks like I’m going to be at work until 9 today, but text me when you get home. You have a lot to catch me up on,” she said looking at Nanami. 

“Yes, ma’am.” You said. You all headed out to the hallway and Akari took off first. You looked back at Nanami and tilted your head. “So….your office?” Nanami smiled and nodded. 

“Afterwards would you like din-”

“Nanami, can we speak to you for a moment.” You saw him grimace before he turned around. You looked to see who was calling him and saw that it was one of the sorcerers that had looked discontent with the announcement. He had a group with him, equally upset.

“He’s friends with Gojo, he's not going to help.” You overheard one of them whisper. 

“What would you like to discuss?” Nanami questioned. 

   “I have a feeling you know.” The sorcerers said sternly. You couldn’t remember his name, he was a bit new. 

   Nanami furrowed his brows together and turned to you. “Go ahead to my office, I’ll meet you there. You know the way, correct?” he asked. You nodded. “Good.”  

  He turned and started walking towards the other sorcerers. You started walking again, you could feel your heart beating wildly. In his office? Was this a fantasy of his? You smiled a little, whatever it was, you were happy to indulge. 

You stopped by the manager's break room on your way there and picked up the dessert he had gotten for you. You hadn’t eaten it during lunch, maybe you two could share it later. You stepped into the office.

Shutting the door behind you, you looked around. It smelled nice, like wood and books. Everything was pristinely organized on the bookshelves. You looked over at his desk and smiled. Sitting down, you looked at the chair behind the desk and imagined him there. How intimidating, you thought. No wonder Ijichi was always so nervous around him. 

You unpacked the dessert and placed it on the desk. It was a single slice of cake, decorated with an intricate lace pattern of pink and white frosting. You frowned as you realized you hadn’t grabbed forks. You checked the bag. None. Damn. 

You got up to see if maybe he had some in his desk drawers. You hesitated to open them. It felt wrong to snoop. You shrugged, you were just looking for silverware. It's not like he had anything to hide…You opened a couple of drawers and found various stationary supplies-papers, pens, stamps. You opened one of the upper drawers and saw a picture. Another picture of him as a teenager with the brown haired boy, Haibara, throwing up a peace sign. Nanami had a birthday hat on and looked miserable. You smiled. 

Something about Haibara was so familiar to you. You racked your brain trying to remember where you had seen him before. There was just something about his eyes- round, soft, kind. 

Suddenly the door opened and you quickly shut the drawer. You turned red as Nanami gave you a curious glance. “Sorry I was just looking for forks. Not that it would make sense for you to have them in here…now that I think about it…” 

“Forks? For…?” He questioned. You looked down at the cake on the desk. “Ah, I see.” He closed the door behind him and you heard the click of the lock. You swallowed nervously. “I guess I should ask you what you would like to do next.” He looked up at you. “We could go to dinner…or we could stay here for a while…enjoying each other's company.” 

You felt your cheeks grow warm. You looked down at the cake. “Le-Let’s stay and enjoy ourselves first.” Your eyes flicked back up to him. “It would be a shame to let the cake go to waste.” He nodded and began walking over to the desk, coming around it to sit at the chair. 

You stood still for a second considering where to move to. You looked at the chair across from you and then back at him. He moved his leg to touch yours and cocked his head. You took the hint and sat on his lap. 

You wiggled your way back until your spine was pressed into his chest. You reached over for the cake, shifting your weight and making sure you pushed your ass into his crotch. His hands went to your hips and he pressed his fingers into your skin as you brought the cake up. “This is why I was looking for a fork,” you said, holding up the cake to your faces. “I’m gonna end up sticky,” you said, pouting your lip. You looked around again. “I don’t suppose you have any napkins in here either?” You reached into your pocket for your handkerchief. 

He moved his hand off of your hip and caught your wrist. “I can think of another way to clean you up. Don’t worry.” He pulled you back against him, his chin resting on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Go ahead,” he said. 

You leaned your head against his as you pinched a piece of the cake between your fingers and placed it in your mouth. You smiled as he suddenly pulled your wrist back towards him and began licking the frosting clean from your fingers. You felt a fire ignite in your stomach. He released your hand and you went to grab another bite of cake. You swiped the frosting in your fingers, and instead of putting the sugar to your mouth you craned your neck to the side and smeared it on your skin. Nanami latched onto your neck instantly, licking at the sweet frosting and sucking slightly. You pushed yourself down on him, rocking your hips back. You quickly swiped some more cake on your neck for him to keep going. 

He reached over and fed you some more and you wrapped your lips around his fingers. You grabbed hold of his wrist and kept his hand there, sucking on his digits, swirling your tongue around them. He shifted underneath you trying to accommodate the tent in his pants that had begun to push up on you. 

Using his free hand he began pulling the blazer off of your shoulders and then moved his hand forward to undo the buttons on your blouse. He placed his hand over your bra and gently caressed your breast. You moaned. You suddenly got up and sat back on the desk facing him. You finished taking off your shirt and slowly removed your bra. Nanami sat back, entranced as you reached down to take more frosting and spread it from your lips, down your neck and onto your chest. Nanami stood up and nestled himself between your legs. You smiled as he lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. He moved his lips down to kiss you. You kissed him back running your tongue over his, he smiled and tugged on your lip with his teeth. 

“You’ve made a mess,” he growled. He began kissing down under your chin, swiping the frosting off of your skin with nipping movements and licking his way down. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, stopping for a moment. You looked down at him and nodded. He smiled coyly and lightly bit your skin. You threw your head back as he continued. He reached your breast and pressed a flat tongue over your skin, licking upward a couple of times before latching onto your nipple. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed. He looked up at you, giving you a warning stare. You had to keep quiet. You laced your fingers in his hair and pushed him towards you, urging him to continue. He brought a hand up to knead your other breast. He ran his tongue around your bud and gently tugged your nipple with his teeth. You whimpered at his touch. He responded by pinching your other nipple between his fingers. You stifled a moan as he moved his other hand down to press between your legs. You rocked your hips forward into his hand. He pulled back, your nipple still between his teeth and he smiled. You laughed. You ran your fingers through his hair and sat up. He let go of your nipple and put both of his hands up to hold your breasts now. 

“Soft,” he said, squeezing them lightly. He settled the pillowy flesh in his palms and pinched your nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. You smiled as he stared, transfixed. 

“Hard,” you teased as you moved your hand down and touched his dick through his pants. He laughed. He watched silently as you scooted off of the desk and went to your knees. You quickly made work of his belt and pant buttons. You kissed at the skin along his happy trail, pulling down his boxers and immediately wrapping your hand around his erection. He hissed and put his hand in your hair. You looked up at him as you pumped him a couple of times. He furrowed his brows and placed his other hand on the desk to support himself. He was getting close. He bucked his hips into your strokes and moved his hand out of your hair in front of his cock to catch his release. You moved his hand away and placed your lips on his tip as you continued stroking. He let out a whimper as you ran your tongue around him. You took him deeper into your mouth applying pressure with your lips as you pulled back. He grunted and slumped forward. His hand now hovered behind your head, you looked up at his burning red face and you could tell he wanted to take your head and shove it forward. You hummed amused and saw him wince. 

You pulled back with a loud plop and smiled up at him. He looked down at you and almost came on the spot. Your lips were glossy, a wetness coated your chin, and a string of saliva still connected the two of you. “Finish in my mouth,” you said, placing a small kiss on his tip. “It’s my turn to taste you.” His hand moved to the back of your head and he rocked his cock against your face. You closed your eyes as he spread the saliva on his dick all over your face. You smiled. His face was focused, his eyes wide as he looked at you in front of him. He was in a state of complete concentration, trembling in anticipation. You moved his dick back towards your mouth and nodded. He began pushing himself into you. You knew there was no way you could have taken all of him, but he watched carefully as you took him as deeply as you could. 

Your eyes teared up as you tried not to gag and he pulled back. You began stroking him as you took him in again, once again applying pressure with your lips and swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. He bucked his hips forward a couple of times. His breaths were becoming more labored and he was grunting slightly. He sped up his pace and you quickened your strokes and applied more suction as you hollowed out your cheeks. He grunted deeply burying his dick in the back of your throat and you felt  warm liquid splutter forward. You swallowed around him, drinking in the liquid and he moaned in bliss. You pulled off of him and winced as he continued to come onto your face. You laughed a little and opened your mouth again to catch the rest of his release. You rolled the dense fluid around your tongue taking in the slightly salty taste. 

Both of his hands were on the desk now, and he was trying to catch his breath. He looked down at you and smiled, shaking his head. He pulled you back up on the desk. “I’ll take that handkerchief now,” you said, collecting the cum on your face with your fingers. He smirked and wrapped his mouth around your fingers. Your core pulsed. He licked up along your face collecting the rest on his tongue and you lurched forward to kiss him, sucking the fluid from his tongue and tugging at it between your teeth. He kissed a quick peck on your lips before pulling you forward and slipping your pants down your waist. He hastily removed your panties and knelt down, placing your legs on his shoulders. 

You laughed and put a finger on his forehead stopping him from moving forward. He looked up at you with desperation in his eyes. You were a bit taken aback. You moved your hand down and caressed his jaw. “Do-Don’t worry about taking your time. I want-” he moved forward immediately, licking a long stripe up your core and rolling your clit in his mouth. You arched your back and laid back on the desk. You put a hand over your mouth as he continued. You writhed beneath his touch and almost yelled out when pressed two fingers into you. He curled his fingers and you whimpered. You lunged forward and dug your fingers into his scalp tugging on the blonde’s hair. “Nanami-” you whispered. The pressure building in your core was becoming more and more intense. “Nanami, fuck-!” He looked up at you with a deadly look in his eye, and slowed the movement of his fingers. You looked down at him and whimpered, “Nanami-” he shook his head. You smiled as you understood.

You laid your head back and pushed your hips up. “Kento….” you said quietly. He started his pace again. “Kento-Kento-FUCK!” You shut your eyes as he attacked your senses. Curling his fingers and twisting as he roughly tugged at your clit in his mouth. A hand flew to your mouth again and you muffled a scream as you finally felt the spring in your stomach snap and relief wash over you. You arched your spine again, pushing his face closer to you as you rode out your high. You collapsed back on the desk, breathing deeply.

You looked up at Nanami who was standing now. He pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket and moved forward to clean your face. He grimaced. “I don’t think I thought this through.” You laughed and grabbed your handkerchief and began cleaning his face. 

He reached down and opened a drawer to your left. Forks, spoons, paper plates and napkins. You frowned playfully. “I never said I didn’t have any,” he said. 

He grabbed a couple of napkins and continued to clean you up. Helping you slip your panties and pants back on. You tucked his dick back in his boxers and zipped up his pants. You looked over at your shirt and gasped. “Oh no!” you lifted it up and saw the frosting had gotten on it. It was right on the front. You sighed and shrugged. Nanami smiled apologetically. “It’s just a bit of cake.” 

“Shall I attempt to lick it off again?” he asked snarkily. 

“Oh please, we’ll be here another hour," you laughed as you wrapped your arms around him. "Not that I would mind...."

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Different Types of Kisses with Toji Fushiguro

a/n: the last one is so long omg I just had too 😭 if anybody wants to be on the tag list comment or send me an ask, have a lovely day my little peaches 🍑✨

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Toji loves to wake up to sleepy kisses, you both haven’t even opened your eyes and are already wanting each others lips. Mumbling things that are half incoherently as your lips brush against one another. Before y’all go to sleep once more for a little while longer

Toji can’t bring himself to open his eyes for a few moments after kissing you. Something about having you so close tasting you smelling you feeling your warmth makes him absolutely melt against you.

Toji lets out a hoarse “kiss me.” As he pulls you in eyes dark wether it’s lust or anger, depending on the day. He completely forgets anything that happened and focuses solely on you.

Toji knows what you want once you trail your hands around his neck with a look only meaning one thing. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t want it too. He throws his arms around your waist pulling you close as tightly as he can. He leans down capturing your lips in a passionate kiss before things get heavy.

Toji can kiss you for hours as if his life depended on it. If you’re not sharing each others breath he’s gonna keep going. He loves heavy make out sections where the only thing you can do is pull away for a second not even catching you breath completely before diving back to one another’s lips.

Toji can’t just give you a kiss and get on with his day. He’s gonna reel you back to devour your lips as he pushed you against any surface so he can have you squirming and whining for more before he pulls away with a shit eating grin telling you to wait until he gets back. Jerk <3

Toji french kisses you as if there’s no tomorrow. Guy literally traces all your teeth as if trying to memorize them. And don’t even get me started on how sloppy it gets too. Chins slightly dripping from how he’s kissing you and not letting go for a second.

Toji has to kiss your neck every chance he gets. Whether you have your hair up and it’s just tempting him or he has you wrapped around him and the view is just to good. He can’t help it you have the sweetest neck and the sweetest noises you make when he trails kisses on it just make him go feral and pin you down as he takes you right then and there.

Toji has you on his lap as he caressed your curves. He trails his fingers on your skin as he looks up at your hazy eyes just full of want and need. He presses you down closer so you’ll feel he’s just as full of want and need. He grips your neck pulling you down as he captures your lips and a hungry passionate kiss. Mouths devouring each others as whines and groans are heard around the room.

Toji gets home after all you’re teasing in public and releases chaos. He pulls you in kissing you hard not caring about anything else as he moves around the house to try get to the bed. He pushes you against the wall gripping your thigh pulling it to his waist as he kisses your neck trailing a hand to your heat feeling how wet you were. He picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist as he kisses you before reaching the bedroom and tossing you on the bed roughly. He takes off his shirt before crawling to you not getting you any peace for the rest of the night.

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𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭- 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 3

Female reader X Roman Reigns

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After an electrifying performance, you and Roman discuss the highs of success and the complexities of your dynamic backstage. Moments of celebration are met with underlying tension, leaving questions lingering beneath the surface. As new challenges arise, the lines between professional and personal continue to blur, setting the stage for what’s next.

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After the bit was over, you and Roman walked hand-in-hand backstage. As soon as you both arrived backstage, you could feel his grip loosen. So desperate to hang onto him, but so unwilling to give him any signs of how you felt, you let go. Before Roman and you could say anything to each other, Paul Levesque starts yelling, “Amazing. Did you hear the electrifying screams out there? I mean– not as loud as DX, but it’s up there!” His joke made you laugh, distracting you from the painful reality of what you and Roman had. 

“Y/N, I want to do something different. Next monday, you and Nia will be opening the show in a mixed-tag-team match. Her partner will remain a mystery, so don’t go snooping around. I want raw and real reactions for monday–no pun intended. In the meantime, you and Roman have some training to do– oh, and interviews. Get at it.” He smiled and walked away. 

The feedback made you feel so accomplished; you had worked hard for this moment and never believed it would be happening so fast; the sentiments of excitement overshadowed the feelings of confusion for just a moment– that was until Romans voice interrupted your train of thought.

“It was great watching you out there, Y/N. We should go find Jackie now for our interview.” Roman said. You nodded in agreement, walking beside him in an awkward silence before finding Jackie Redmond. 

In an instant, you and Roman were both positioned in front of the camera. The countdown until you were back on air began, and you could feel Roman slipping his hands around your waist. A mixture of adrenaline from the match you just had and from Roman’s touch left you speechless. 

Jackie started by asking Roman his questions, “Roman, we saw a different side of you tonight—letting someone else take the spotlight in your yard. What does this alliance with Y/N mean for The Bloodline?” 

“See, when you're at the top, when you run this business the way I do, you don’t just lead—you elevate the people around you. Y/N isn’t just ‘someone else’ stepping into my yard. She’s proven time and time again that she’s a force to be reckoned with. Tonight, she reminded the world why she belongs at the head of the table. This isn’t just an alliance—this is dominance, but this is also love. And if Nia or anybody else has a problem with that, they can step up… but they’ll get stepped on.” Roman said, his tribal chief persona stronger than ever. 

The reassurance made you feel amazing, but the mention of love made your heart sink. Jackie proceeded with another question, “Nia Jax just put herself in direct opposition to you. How do you plan to handle this challenge from within your own family?” 

“Nia made her choice tonight—she wants to stand against me, against The Bloodline. That’s fine. But understand this… challenging me isn’t just stepping into the ring, it’s stepping into a fight you can’t win. She thinks she’s got something to prove? She thinks she’s ready to take the throne? Then she better be ready for the consequences. Family or not… you come for the Head of the Table, you get put down.” Roman smirked, his eyes looking directly into the camera and then at you. His glance made those butterflies flutter again. 

Roman did a good job at shifting the attention back to you, as Jackie started with her questions for you, “Y/N! It’s so nice to see you back. That was an explosive return! The WWE Universe just witnessed you make a major statement—what was going through your mind when you stepped into that ring tonight?” 

“Thank you. I took some time off for myself, but that never meant I wasn’t watching. Honestly, the only thing running through my mind was my man, the tribal chief. Nobody should ever feel as if they could step-up to him and disrespect him– especially not Nia Jax.” You looked directly into the camera as you mentioned Nia’s name. You wanted the WWE universe to know you meant business. 

“You were amazing out there. You didn’t just confront Nia Jax, you made it clear that you’re standing beside Roman Reigns. Can we officially say the Chieftess has arrived?” She pointed the microphone back at you.

“The WWE universe knows the Chieftess has never truly left. Did you hear them out there? Did you feel that energy? I didn’t just arrive—I took my rightful place back. Nia wants to question Roman’s leadership, but let’s be real… she’s the one out here making reckless moves. So if she wants to come for the top, she’s gonna have to go through me first.” You shrugged, the tone of your voice growing more stern. At this point, you hoped the questions would end. 

“Alright, one last question,” Jackie smiled, “The WWE Universe erupted when you and Roman kissed tonight. Was that just for show, or does this confirm what everyone has been waiting to hear—you two are still very much together?” 

The question made you stumble in your tracks, but you quickly pulled yourself together. You didn’t want people seeing right through the act you and Roman are doing. With forced confidence, you answered, “I don’t think there’s any question after that kiss, Jackie. We’ve always had each other’s backs, on and off the screen. Tonight was about more than just a moment—it was about showing the world that nothing’s changed. Roman and I? We’re still here, and we’re stronger than ever. The WWE Universe can keep speculating, but the truth is in the ring, and in that kiss.”

With that, you and Roman walked off screen, the camera putting Jackie in the middle of the frame now. Finally, you felt as though you could take a breath. Again, the distance between you and Roman grew. 

“I’ll see you later, Y/N?” He asked.

The question left you puzzled for many reasons. He was leaving abruptly, but you knew you couldn't be around him for any longer before he could see through you. So, you didn’t try to keep him around. A part of you wondered what he meant by seeing you later, but you didn’t want to ask. So, you answered in a soft tone, “See you later, Roman.” 

You flashed him a gentle, but forced smile. The inner turmoil you were facing left you wondering if you should’ve ever agreed to this arrangement….

PART 4 SOON.

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i wish i had an actual question to ask but. i just keep rotating horse girl rancher jason in my head like......... you got it. how does it feel to be SO right <3 sooo if you wannaaaa, i'd love to read any hc or thoughts you might wanna say!

(the jason rancher au)

hiiiii anon!!! i'm so happy you're enjoying rancher au and i'm always happy to yap :^) i figure i'll talk my shit about horses -- i'll have official designs later when i have More Time but for now!! my thoughts!!

Blue is Jason's borrowed horse, a blue roan foundation-bred QH. He's an honest worker and he rarely complains; he's the ideal ranch horse, though not the fanciest with all the neat little polished buttons. Nobody really Actually Believes Jason when he says he knows how to ride, and Blue is the babysitter that won't get him absolutely murdered on Day 1. Blue doesn't mind -- he's good-natured about mistakes Jason makes, and Jason is very careful when he's aware of them. Blue's biggest vice is personal space and using Jason as his complimentary scratching post, which Jason actively encourages. (Note: generally not advised.)

Barbie is Laura's god awful meaner than Satan, probably-subsists-off-of-Devil's-Claw-Supplement mare. She's a wild mix of Appaloosa/Thoroughbred/Percheron, so she's stout but a little fucked up proportionally. She's a dark bay blanket appaloosa pattern. She hates men. She has mauled cows. She has torn down fences and gone after other horses for their food. She is the buffer in between the guys tagging a calf and an aggressive mama cow. If anybody else had her bill of sale, they would have taken her to the dog food plant already for a more purposeful meaning in life, but Laura is Insane about this horse. That's her pretty princess, you bitch. If anything happens to this mare Laura will kill everyone in the room and then herself.

Toast is a fancy little cutting-bred QH gelding that Goose has as a sale project. He is very young, barely-broke, and thus a coward -- if you don't ride him every day he gets cold-backed and will attempt to murder both himself and whoever climbs up on him. He's genuinely trying to learn how to be a good ranch pony. He's also very succinctly named Toast because he's a little sooty buckskin. Goose is adamant that he's only keeping him for the year to put the miles on him, but he is so damn endeared by this little horse that everyone is calling his bluff.

Scout is Kacey's QH/Thoroughbred cross, or an Appendix! She's a classic brass chestnut with four white socks and a cute little snip, and the sweetest beanie baby in the barn. A goody two-shoes, lowest on the pecking order. She's very tolerant of Kacey's bullshit when it gets boring on cattle drives and she's one of those horses that you can let anybody climb up on her. She's very green, like Toast, and still watchy/spooky, but she's also the kind of horse who will put her head in your lap and stand there for hours. She's everybody's dream horse and the guy who sold her to Kacey is still mad he let her go.

Cisco is old man McLaren's somewhat-green QH gelding. He's a buckskin tobiano with a little bit of an attitude problem, but not in the "I'll kill you and your whole fucking family" way like Barbie -- he just wants to know you mean what you say and you're willing to put the work into the partnership. He can be stubborn and has a pretty high self preservation and he, god love him, does NOT like Jason. He wants nothing to do with that dead-but-not-dead guy. Jason will never ever be able to catch him if he's in the field; the one (1) time he does, you best believe he's colicking.

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But also? People are bad at commenting, and I don't mean that in "Wow, only two words? What a loser!"

Nah, I mean that in the "Why isn't anybody commenting :(" way, and it's especially bad these days. Writers pour hours and days into their writing, and artists pour just as much into their art, but at least artists can sometimes get keysmashes in their activity feed from people who like their art.

What do writers get? A like, if that.

This is how you lose your writers. You forget to cherish them (lol, Suite Life reference anybody?) But, seriously, leaving a comment or an ask or even a tag in a reblog is enough to let writers know that people are reading their work. Otherwise, writers feel like they're writing 5k words for an empty audience, and they lose motivation. They stop writing, and people wonder where they went.

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Frostheim Ghouls with a sassy gn! MC (+ tiny drabble)

JIN KAMURA

Personally, I think Jin would be surprised by their sass. It would piss him off for sure, but I think he'd find it refreshing....after a while. He don't take shit from anybody especially not some New 'honor student', certainly not at first but I think there's some heart under all that royal ice. He'd get used to it in his own way. (Now onto a short drabble.)

Jin glared daggers at his phone. He reread the message the new 'Inspector' sent him, only getting more annoyed with each glance. He had ordered the Inspector to come to his room. Not only did they take their sweet ass time to respond but they had the nerve to tell him that 'they were busy'. He was the king damnit! He had better things to do than wait for them to decide to text back or show up. He quickly sent a message to Tohma to check on them, make sure they didn't do something stupid again with the second year Ghouls. He ignored Tohma's smart-ass response in favor of laying back down. Having to bail out that damn Inspector was starting to be a real pain in the ass. He'd always come when things got rough however, not that he would admit it.

TOHMA ISHIBASHI

God! I think Tohma has been WAITING for someone to try him. He is a sass master and a known smart-ass. He KNOWS how to throw whatever sass MC gives him right back at them with flair. Even if they get along, he will always find some way to sass them back, even if it's subtle. (Drabble time!)

Tohma's practiced smile didn't falter for a moment when MC told him they knew how to play chess. If anything, it got even wider. He sat back up straight in his chair and gestured to the board, saying,

"Please do forgive my assumption. You have the starting move."

MC was no master at chess, but they knew the rules at the very least, so they thought it wouldn't be that hard....how wrong they were. In only a short while, Tohma had them in check, having quite a few of their pieces and even their queen. MC looked down at the board in shock, they looked back up at Tohma, his smile still present as he said,

"Forgive me. I thought you said you knew how to play,"

KAITO FUJI

I feel like Kaito's granny forced fed him some respect people soup every day when he was growing up, so I don't think sass would shock him that much until it was pointed at him. He gets SHOOK whenever gets sassed by MC, no matter how many times it happens. He always apologizes profusely, berating himself for being a moron out loud. He just really wants to get with MC and if being sassed is the price, mans will do his best to pay it, but he will blame someone else if he can get away with it. (To the drabble!)

Kaito went pale at MC's tone, he didn't mean to talk for them. Damn Luca couldn't read the room. He wanted to have lunch alone with MC but Luca had to butt in and tag along. When MC yelled at him he felt like a kid getting scolded by his Granny again. He took a breath and crossed his arms, apologizing to Luca. He turned to MC apologizing for speaking for them. Offering to buy them another crepe to make it up to them. In his mind however, he was already deciding his next move for anoyher chance.

LUCAS ERRANT "LUCA"

My best boy! (I'm not biased i swear/j) I honestly think MC would be more sarcastic than sassy to Luca. He's just doing his best and he wants his bro back. He 100% doesn't get social cues so it goes right over his head or he just takes it literally. He'll genuinely apologize for making them upset. He will also a deep bow and a small pack of biscuits as an extra layer to his apology. (QUICK ROBIN! TO THE DRABBLE!)

Luca paused, looking back at MC. It took him a moment to think about what they said, but even then, he didn't quite understand what they meant. He turned to them, asking,

"Did something I say upset you?"

Luca bowed deeply, keeping his head down as he said,

"If that is the case, then I apologize. If I ever say something insensitive again, please correct me. I hope you can forgive me."

He held out a small pack of biscuits with both hands, keeping his head down until either MC took the biscuits, accepted his apology, or explained that they weren't actually upset.

(There you have it folks. Honestly Kaito's is the weakest, I'm sorry. But someone's gotta start the headcanon train!)

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Hello!

I'm kind of new here but I really love your Luffy and Zoro headcanons!

Also, since you feel okay with platonic yanderes...Can I ask a drabble for Platonic Yandere! Strawhats with Fem! Teen! Y/n?

By that I mean, Y/n is quite shy but she sincerely enjoy spend time with the crew. Until, one day while going to shopping , other pirate crew approached Y/n and the captain even asked if she wanted to be in his crew.

I just really wonder how would they react.

Thank you for making such interesting content!

Have a great day!

Friend group

contents: Yan!Platonic!Strawhats with teen!reader who gets asked to join another pirate crew

more strawhats content here!!

WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF JEALOUSY, YANDERE, FEM!READER.

I mean the strawhats are relatively nice. As long as they don't hurt you they aren't going to hurt anybody. Still, they are human and they are protective, some more than the others.

So lets get to their individual reactions:

Luffy would pout as he looks from the distance, mumbling and grumbling as he approaches and places his hand on your shoulder. He would put up his best tough face and say. "She already has a crew, jackass" and then carry you like a sack of potatoes and leave.

Zoro is much more stoic. Just approaches with his swords ready to attack. If his face isn't enough to intimidate them then he will just grab and carry you back to the ship, not letting you out until those guys either leave or he makes them swear on their life to never speak to you again.

Nami is intimidating just by herself. She'll go over there and start to talk to you, interrupting your conversation and their offer. She will then take you to whatever shop she wants to go and get you away from them. As you both walk she gives them a deadly stare, deadly enough to scare them.

Usopp gets nervous rather easily. But for you he will put up a brave face. He is very manipulative though. He will get you and tell you horrible lies about those guys, how they will kill and rape you if you accept their offer. But if you stay with the others and him, captain Usopp, him and his eight thousand men will protect you.

Chopper wants to cry. He doesn't want you to leave. Hugs your leg and begs you not to go with them. He's too adorable to leave and you reassure him that.

Sanji will arrive there and wrap his arm around you. "Leave the little lady alone" he says while taking a smoke. He will look at you with a serious face before gently turning you around so you'll come with him, and stay away from any bad men who could hurt you.

Robin will arrive there. She's like your mom. With a smile will ask them who they are and what are his intentions. She'll get them to understand that you already have a crew and a family, and that you don't need anybody else. She'll make them understand, either by her incredible way of using the vocabulary or by having her fleurs give all of them a few slaps.

Franky doesn't say anything. Stands there and grabs you, carries you back to your super awesome ship and then starts to cry telling you not to leave them.

Brook would make you fall asleep with his music and when you pass out, he'll carry you in his arms and put you in your bed. Getting you a well deserved rest :)).

Jimbe is much more civilized. Much like Robin he would first allow them to know you already have a crew and a family. He's willing to fight to protect you and your crew. He'll let you grab his hand and get back to the ship :D.

hope you enjoyed this!!

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Companion piece to

Wild Bloom

A Boy from Bozeman

The Worry Doll

Wild Fire

Experiance (NSFW)

Blind Date

Lee’s chopping wood when you pull up outside the farmhouse. He’s wearing those old Levi’s that fit just right and a white wifebeater that clings to his chest. His powerful muscles ripple as he swings the axe down, splitting the wood with one strike before he replaces the log with another and begins the process all over again. It does a little something for you seeing him in action. It always has.

It’s the expression on his face that betrays him, his jaw is clenched, his brow furrowed, his eyes bright and fierce. It’s a sign that something isn’t right in Lee’s world and the last time that happened…

You’d ended up heading off to California alone.

He pauses when you step out of the car, wiping the back of his wrist across his forehead and you hold up a brown paper bag from the bakery in town.

“We didn’t get to have breakfast the other morning.” You say as you close the car door behind you. “I thought maybe we could fix that.”

He smiles then and that smile, it lights up your entire world. It’s been this way with him ever since the moment you met. You’ve had other partners over the years but none of them have ever compared to Lee. He’s always been the love of your life.

“Alright honey.” He says, his voice a little husky as he sets the axe down. “Give me a minute to clean up and I���m all yours.”

All yours…

You can’t express how much you want that.

You’re already have the coffee brewing on the stove when he returns from the bathroom. He wraps his arms around your waist, cradling you against his body as he buries his face into the curve of your throat. You’ve only been back in his life a couple of days but Lee already knows he can’t live without you. Having you here in his kitchen, it reminds him of everything that could have been, that should have been.

“Do you want to tell me what’s gotten you all torn up inside?” You ask him and he huffs his response against your skin because he is still absolutely furious at his father for playing this card, for forcing him into a position he does not want to be in.

He’d had three calls this morning before turning off his phone. Each one from another ranch trying to solidify their alliances with the Yellowstone by describing their daughters to him as if they were cattle. Lee can not abide it.

He knows it’s going to get worse once word starts to spread, because marrying Lee means becoming part of a dynasty and who wouldn’t want that in an era where their livelihood is under threat.

He pulls away, busying himself by taking out plates and unpacking the pastries while you finish up with the coffee. This is not something he wants to discuss with you because it thrusts you right back into the small town politics you left way back when. However he doesn’t want you to be blindsided either because this news, it’s to be all anyone can talk about when it breaks.

When you set the coffee down on the table in front of him, he can’t help but draw you down into his lap. You laugh at the abruptness of the motion, your hands threading through his hair, tugging just a little and Lee moans at the sensation, his hips arching up to meet yours.

“I love that I can do that to you.” You whisper against his lips. “That you’re still mine after all these years.”

“I’ve always been yours.” He tells you. “Since the very moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there would never be anybody else.”

You kiss him then and breakfast is forgotten as he carries you to bed and makes love to you with a ferocity and passion that echoes over the pastures through the open windows of the farmhouse.

It’s in the aftermath when the two of you are lying tangled up in one another that he tells you what his father has done. His thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek as he explains the implications, that he now has a slew of suitors jamming up his voice mail because every single one of them wants a piece of Yellowstone.

“It’s happening again.” You say withdrawing from him and Lee sighs as you slip out from underneath his sheets. “I can’t believe he’s doing it to us again.”

“No baby he’s not.” Lee tells you, his hand capturing yours, drawing you back down onto the bed. “There’s only one woman I’m going to marry and she’s the one right here in front of me.”

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