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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

-‎‎‏‏‎ ‎no pedophillia (teacher x student included)

-‎‎‏‏‎ ‎no incest

-‎‎‏‏‎ ‎no foot fetish, piss kink, etc (ask about something if you're not sure about requesting it)

-‎‎‏‏‎ ‎no straight fics for canonically gay characters

-‎‎‏‏‎ ‎no rape/noncon/dubcon (nothing where consent is questionable)

[ittosexual]

ai writes fanfiction

𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱 // an ai writes about ghost and y/n having sex and then not having sex and then being virgins and then not being virgins and then being exes and then being first loves its weird

written by inferkit

Y/n and Ghost were alone in the barracks. The sexual tension was tense. He was dripping in sweat, his masked figure looming over Y/n. She traced his biceps, flexing at the touch of her finger.

“Ghost,” she said.

“Y/n,” he said.

“Look,” he said, “I can’t do this right now.”

“I need you,” she said.

“I’m not talking about this right now.”

“If we were anywhere but right here in this place, and I had the rights to your body, I would be inside of it right now.”

Ghost’s head drooped.

“But I'm not," Y/n said, "so this isn't gonna work.”

Ghost shook his head.

“I have to go. I gotta call Soap. I gotta get outta here.”

Y/n looked around the room, waiting for it to fall apart, waiting for him to change his mind. It was their little haven, their secret place. She knew that was the one thing she could still call home, but now, she knew that was the one thing they couldn’t get back.

“I’m not leaving,” she said.

“What do you want me to do?”

She didn’t know, but she knew she didn’t want to have this conversation alone. “I want you to stay,” she said.

“Why?”

“I just... I need you.”

“Okay. What do you want?”

Y/n rolled over on her side, pulled her knees up, and wrapped her arms around them.

“Ghost,” she said, “how do we do this?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said.

"Can you stay with me... one last time?"

"It's against the law..."

"But," she said, "Don't you want my body?"

She batted her eyelashes, she was so hard to resist. His pants were tightening, shit...

"Alright,” he said, “I’ll stay."

Y/n rolled back onto her back, hands by her sides.

"You didn’t give me any good, long sex," she said, “Didn’t you?"

“You can't handle it, the way I'll give it to you." He smirked, his hands reaching into his back pockets, “You know that, don’t you?”

“But I’m asking for it, Ghost. I'm asking you to stay.”

He stared at her. “It's not the right thing to do, but," He shivered, "I can't resist you."

Y/n was leaning back, giving him room to remove his clothes. He got down to his boxers, but didn’t unzip them. He didn’t need to.

“Ghost,” she said, “I need you, okay?”

“I love you,” he said.

“It’s true,” she said, leaning back and holding his gaze, “That’s why I need you.”

“Fine,” he said, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. “But if I don’t get some good, long sex, I’m going to have to break out that bottle of Grey Goose I brought, right?”

She nodded.

“Damn,” he said, “that’s cold.”

Ghost unzipped the boxers and let them fall to his ankles.

“No?” He grinned at her, a big, toothy Cheshire cat grin, and she melted. “Nope. Not even if I have to force it out of you.”

Y/n stood up, shaking her head.

“You’re the devil,” she said.

She crouched down in front of him, and stroked the top of his head.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I'll be good, I promise.”

“Ghost,” she said, “I don’t want you to promise that, I don’t want you to promise anything. I don’t want to have to do this.”

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

“Can’t you tell me what to do?” he said, “You and your damned intuition!”

Y/n gave him a peck on his tip, then backed away.

“Whatever,” she said.

She crawled onto the bed, into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s going to hurt,” he said.

“But...I’ve never felt like this before. I can’t handle it.”

“You can handle anything,” he said.

“It’s too much.”

“You’ll never know until you try.”

She nodded.

“It’ll get better,” he said. “Or...we’ll never know.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Can’t I just...love you?”

“Of course you can,” she said. “You can do anything.”

Ghost ran his fingers through her hair.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “I want to make it good.”

“It’ll get better,” she winced as it pressed into her, as he kissed her shoulder. “Just...come here.”

He kissed her back, and said, “I’m trying.”

“I know,” she said.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you,” she said.

Ghost held her for a moment longer, then eased her onto the bed, one leg on either side.

“Come here,” he said. “I’m scared.”

“Scared?”

“It’s my first time,” he said, and he wasn’t wrong, she knew that, she knew that, but there was something about the way he said it that made her feel safe and warm and calm.

She slipped closer to him.

“I know,” she said. “You’ll be okay, won’t you?”

He shook his head.

“You don’t know,” he said. “It’s...I’ve never been like this.”

“Well, don’t be scared,” she said, and hugged him close, feeling his warmth against her skin, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath her hands.

“It’ll be okay,” she said.

He kissed her again, and she relaxed, even if only for a moment.

“Hey,” he said.

She was quiet, but she opened her eyes. He was still watching her, as if he expected her to.

“Do you have any songs you like?”

once again a reminder that this is written by an ai and not by us

[ittosexual]

𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖘?

𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱 // arataki itto has developed a crush on the cute barista at his college cafe, but maybe its not the nerves of love that's making his stomach churn everytime he leaves...

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 // college au, cafe au, modern au, fluff, itto is dumb as dirt, stretching the definition of itto's bean allergies

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔲𝔱 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Arataki Itto is a big, dumb guy. Most people wonder how he even got into college. He didn't know that magenta and hot pink are different colors but he passed all his tests. He didn't know that Wisconsin is a U.S. state but he got good marks on his essays. He didn't know coffee came from beans but he was still passing his classes.

One thing Arataki Itto does know is how to win over a girl. It's almost natural for the guy, he's funny, tall, and has a winning smile. He's had girls fall head over heels for him--even if he was too oblivious to realize.

When his best buddy, Kamisato Ayato, took him to a cafe--one that serves boba, of course--he immediately was smitten with the cute barista taking his order.

"Hello! What can I get for you today?" You flashed your customer service smile up at the men.

"Good afternoon, Y/N," Ayato said. Itto took note of your name. "I'll have the usual."

"Mmm, boba, my favorite." You rolled your eyes, speaking in a joking tone. "And for the tall glass of water right here?"

Itto smiled, not saying a word. He didn't really get that HE was the tall glass of water.

"..."

"That's, um, your cue." Ayato chuckled.

"What? Me? Oh- oh alright." Itto snapped out of his daydreaming, clearing his throat. "I'll have... let's see... The uh, caramel frap."

"One caramel frappuccino." You input their orders into the register, "Anything else for you two?"

"That..." Ayato looked at Itto, who shook his head, "would be all, thank you."

"Your total is $10.52." Ayato swiped his card, gold plated as is any rich kid's, and the two thanked you before heading to their seat.

You prepared the caramel frappuccino as the two conversed, letting your eyes wander to the new face as they laughed and giggled.

"Caramel Frappuccino for Ayato!"

Ever since that day, Itto had lingering thoughts about you. It wasn't anything weird, just how cute your smile was and how pretty your eyes were, how soft your hair looked and-

Maybe it did get a bit weird sometimes.

It's a shame he embarrassed himself when he had to fold over in his chair, stomach suddenly upset. At least when he was leaving he was able to throw you a charming wink--even if it wasn't really that charming and you could see the pain on his face.

He has to make up for that day, the embarrassment he faced, the failure! ...and maybe get your number in the process.

Day one's attempts went about as well as the last time, he threw a few jokes it, took a bit too long to order (to the dismay of the old lady behind him), and ordered a caramel frappuccino. He left with tummy issues again.

Day two's attempts got a laugh out of you, a genuine smile. His jokes landed, his goofiness charmed you, and no one was behind him in line to rush him. You leaned on the counter, closer to him, that had to be a good sign, right? One caramel frappuccino later, he left with stomach pain.

Day three's attempts brought you realization. He came three days in a row, joked around, and flirted. Clearly, he wanted something--and that something was you. However, the realization was about something else, too.

"Well hello there, regular." You winked, smiling at him.

"Hello there, cutie." He winked back. You giggled.

"How are you today?" You started subconsciously playing with your hair, maybe the guy was winning you over.

"Better now that I've seen you~. I just wanted to stop by for, you know, the usual."

"The usual being a... caramel frap?" You raised a brow. Isn't that drink that has him rushing out the door with furrowed brows and sweaty palms?

"As always." He leaned on the counter, sighing. "You know I think of myself as somewhat of a... coffee connoisseur."

"Is that so?" You tilted your head, a smirk tickling at the edges of your mouth. "What's your favorite coffee bean? A Colombian dark roast maybe? Or are you a light roast kinda guy?"

"I'm really a fan of- wait, bean?" His brows raised in panic.

"Yeah?" You furrowed yours in confusion. "Coffee beans, that's... where coffee comes from."

"From b-beans?" He slowly shifted his weight, and you swore you saw a tear drip from his eyes--you didn't. "Coffee has beans?"

"Yes, is there something wrong? Don't tell me you're allergic." You joked, smiling again. Your smile quickly dropped the moment you saw genuine fear in Itto's eyes. "Are you?"

"Maybe." His voice was nothing but a squeak at this point.

"Wait, really? Is it like, deathly? Are you ok? You've been drinking coffee for 3 days straight..." You were genuinely worried.

"Yeah, no, it just kinda gave me a, uh, upset stomach. It's alright, just uh... Do you have anything without beans?" He smiled nervously, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"How about some tea, big guy?" You smiled.

That day he walked out with your number written on his cup.

[ittosexual]

𝖏𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞

𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱 // kamisato ayato is a well sought out man, people throw themselves at him on a daily basis, and yet he's with you. how can you deal with your insecurities when a beautiful, wealthy girl is proposing marriage to him?

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 // mention of arranged marriage, jeaousy, my weak attempt at angst and insecurities, YOU COULD HAVE ANYONE YOU WANT, WHY WOULD YOU WANNA BE WITH ME? IM NOTHING SPECIAL

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔲𝔱 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Your beloved soon-to-be husband sat in his office, flipping through paperwork and gently humming to himself. He looked so serene, his skin was soft and his eyes were just piercing enough to hold power. His hair fell over his face perfectly. You admired him so much, his appearance, his persona.

It's no wonder that the piles of paperwork he's looking through contains marriage proposals. Fathers promising their daughters, wealthy women hoping to expand their riches, and even just commoners making anonymous confessions.

You stepped up behind him, rubbing his shoulder gently.

"Darling, what kind of letters have you received today?" You hummed.

"Mm, the usual. Meetings, Yashiro commission business, proposals." He sighed, "Tomorrow I have to meet the head of the Nakamura family."

"What about?" You leaned down to rest your chin in the crook of his neck, reading over his paperwork briefly.

"His..." Ayato hesitated to speak, "His daughter."

You subconsciously paused your breathing itself, you knew what he meant, and the words written before you confirmed it further.

"My daughter's hand in marriage is being offered to you, Mr. Kamisato, for the expansion of our clans and the benefit of us all."

The next day there was a churning in your stomach. You knew he was yours, wholeheartedly, and that these meetings are just out of courtesy. This knowledge didn't rid you of your distaste at the letter every time you saw it.

You knew that arranged marriages like this, proposals and offering someone's hand in marriage, are not built off of attraction or intimate bonds. A proposal like this isn't built upon a relationship, it's built upon a business plan. Your relationship with Ayato was different, it was real. However, none of this soothed the aches in your heart as he put on his coat, ready to leave.

You knew the first daughter of the Nakamura family, she was gorgeous. She was slim and soft, her hair was silky and long, and she always appeared perfect when you passed her in Inazuma City.

They would make a perfect match. They were both wealthy and born into good families, both gorgeous specimens that so happen to be a part of the human race, both mild-mannered and gentle. They would be the perfect couple and it was tearing you apart.

Ayato would enjoy her company, he might like her soft voice and soft features. They would sync up perfectly, their humor, their personalities. Her hair would fall just as perfectly as his and he would be left admiring her as you once did him. Her eyes were soft and fragile and would be the perfect contrast to his gentle yet piercing gaze.

It would be much better for the Kamisato family if he married her rather than you. You were born into a just barely-above-commoner family. You were Ayakas friend, meeting Ayato through her. He courted you for a while before anything was solidified. You brought nothing to the table but love and affection, your wealth would barely be an addition to his. You had no notoriety to the public.

Even your looks might be a bit lacking compared to her.

You felt like the other woman in your own relationship, knowing he was meeting her, and it was all the result of your own thoughts spiraling out of rationality.

Ayato was tired. The meeting was painful to get through, honestly. He never had any intentions of taking that girl's hand, and even if he did the meeting solidified his dislike towards the idea.

Throughout it all, she sat next to her father not speaking, inspecting her nails and rolling her eyes. She appeared to be a perfectly well-mannered good girl, but she certainly was the type to never have faced rejection before. Ayato wasn't sure if "no" was in her vocabulary.

He entertained her father, smiling and nodding. At the end of the meeting, when faced with a decision, he obviously said he was uninterested. The girl's brows furrowed, and she huffed before walking off. Saying something about "wasting her time"...

Still, he didn't regret going. He tied a loose end and kept a bridge unburnt with a polite meeting and kind rejection. He never regretted going until he got home. He never regretted going until he saw the tear stains on your face as you lay asleep in your shared bed. He never regretted going until he heard your coarse voice as you woke up ask him how it went.

You see, the things you thought of her were the things he thought of you. The perfection you saw in her is the perfection he saw in you. Every detail of your appearance is burned into his memory, every note in your laugh, and every crease in your skin.

And that's simply why a ring was fitted to your finger and not hers.

[ittosexual]

𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍

𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱 // Stranded on the planet of Tatooine and rescued by a bounty hunter was the last thing you expected to happen to you....

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 // bounty au, Mando, fluff, Grogu

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔲𝔱 ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

I cannot remember the last time I had something decent to eat or hell even drink.

I've been wandering in this hell hole for god knows how long, Out of all planets to hide on why the hell would I pick the planet so dry you get heat exhaustion from just standing outside? So stupid... At least no one will think to look for me here.

Hopefully.

"Luckily it's getting dark out," My raspy voice barely breathes out.

I whip my head around at the sound of footsteps behind me. Suddenly I feel the barrel of a gun touch my forehead

"W-who are you?" I shakenly asked.

Maybe if I play dumb they'll let me go... I think to myself.

"That's not important right now, all you need to know is that you are coming with me."

Great a bounty hunter, I'm screwed

" W-Why should I?" I spit out. The armored figure sighed as he said

"Look I can bring you in warm… Or I can bring you in cold, Your decision."

Fuck.

"Alright, alright. I'll come with you" I say raising my hands above my head

"Good, That's what I thought" the man said.

We barely boarded his ship when we were ambushed by a little green blob.

"Woah there kid, I missed you too." The masked man said showing his emotions for the first time.

"Cute kid." I say with a smile on my face

"Thanks," he said almost as stone-cold as before. He takes me up to the front of his ship and tells me to sit down.

"So... you're a Mandalorian huh?" I say trying to strike up a conversation. "Is it true that you never take off the mask?"

He sighs

"Just sit down and don't try anything funny with me, I'm not stupid."

All this work just to get caught...

I don't even know how long I've been with this guy but the silence is killing me. I look up to a pair of eyes looking back at me.

Wonder if the kid will talk to me.

I waved at him. And surprisingly he waved back with a cute little babble too.

Too cute...

The kid then picked up his hand and started to reach out to me. Suddenly I felt myself being dragged toward the boy. Interesting.

"You're a wielder of the force, aren't you little one?"

The boy lets go of me when I'm almost at his seat.

"How do you know about his powers?" The Mandalorian asked as he turned around in his seat.

"I have a bounty on my head for a reason, honey." I say smirking.

"We all have our... unique skills." He chuckled, "I assume you overheard something that would be dangerous if it got brought to light."

"Ding ding ding," I say smiling "I'm not dangerous, just a good listener."

"..."

"You know, I never properly introduced myself, I'm y/n." I say extending my arm out. To my surprise he takes my hand it shakes it.

"It seams the kid likes you," he says still not letting go of my hand.

"Yeah," I say "What's his name?"

"Grogu" he says finally taking his hand away from mine leaving the spot warm.

"What about you?" I ask looking up into his eyes "What should I call you?" He looks down at me making the height difference incredibly obvious

"Whatever you want" he mutters.

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