First Time Having Sex Is Awkward!

── 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 : VI.

content: 2k words ! fem reader, pit fighter!vi, fwb dynamic. this is obviously sapphic. vi tops and she has a strap, rough sεx, cunnilingus, spit, slapping (not on the face), usage of petnames like 'princess' and 'baby', a lil angsty and tense, mentions of sεx work, p<3rn with plot!!

— . ｡˚ ♡ turns out, vi needed a rebound too.

vi is rougher and quieter than usual tonight.

shedding her clothes and pulling on the strap you've left on the bedside table for her, she climbs wordlessly onto your creaky mattress to get to you. you've been laying in bed for hours, all dolled up for her, and she doesn't really even look at you— it makes your heart sink a little.

you wrap your arms around her anyway, allowing her to touch you, and with a soft sigh, she gives the swell of your chest a kiss, 'hello'.

the pallid light coming through your window outlines her body in pale blue, and her smell invades your senses as she leans into your body, pressing her weight on you. 

gripping the soft underside of your thighs harshly, digging her nails into your tender skin, she pushes your knees to your chest. "you missed me, princess?"

"mmm, i did." you're looking at her with the most innocent gaze you can muster, eyes wet and lips pouty, and she leans in to give them a kiss just like you want her to. her mouth tastes sour enough of sweat and cheap alcohol to make you wince— but when she pulls back, you feel a twinge of disappointment that it doesn't last long enough.

fresh out of a fight, she's still full of adrenaline — and wastes no time on foreplay. hooking your legs over those broad shoulders of hers, she spits onto your cunt and gets right to it. 

her eyes roll halfway back into her head as she slips the strap into your cunt, like she can feel the way your pussy grips it. throwing her head back, she moans hoarsely, in sync with the sweet whine that comes out of your mouth as she rolls her hips into yours, sliding the strap all the way in. "that's a good girl, fuck."

yes. you are a good girl. her good girl.

vi has been coming to you every night or so, for a few months now — and at first it was just a good deal of sex for you both. but lately, you've found yourself less interested in the sex she offers you, and more interested in the woman herself.

your room is dark, like it always is when she comes over, and the harsh pleasure she gives you always turns your mind cloudy — but nothing can sway the watchful gaze you fix onto vi whenever you're in her arms. through half-closed eyes, you count the nicks and bruises that line the base of her throat and her shoulders and arms. the scratches and cuts, redder because she's flushed, drunk and exerting herself.

twelve new marks since last time. you wonder if she won tonight's fight or if she lost. the way she fucks you doesn't make a difference, so you can't tell — what you do know is that she comes to you seeking an escape from frustrations that stem from something unrelated to the fights entirely. 

and whatever it is, it frustrates her a lot.

she seems especially bothered tonight. you try to hold onto her, nails scratching at her muscled back as you struggle to maintain your grip. her pace is dizzying, and her grip on your body doesn't get lighter. she fucks you nearly like she wants you dead. "vi, vi—"

"you're doin' good, baby." she hisses, eyes shut. "g'nna make you cum in a bit, kay? just let me see you take my strap first. pretty thing."

and you take it — like a good girl. how could you not? when she acts like she's ravenous about you? when, with how she puts those dead eyes and calloused hands and busted lips on you, she makes you feel something no one else ever has?

she looks so good, too — so hot, with the dark hair, the ashy streaks running down her face, the lipstick smudged down her bottom lip that's just slightly fuller than her top lip — and the muscles, god.

her tits aren't nearly big enough to hang in your face while she's on top, but they bounce a little with each snap of her hips, and the sight mesmerizes you. she laughs softly when your pussy squelches for her — and it makes your heart flutter. fuck. you might just be in love with this ghost of a woman. "vi, please."

"you like that?" she hums, landing a kiss on the side of your knee that leaves a bit of lipstick stained on your skin. "y'like it when i fuck you to bits?"

"mhm," you choke out, keeping your eyes on her so you don't miss it when she looks at you. "wanna cum, make me cum, please."

the strap slides out of you as smoothly as it slid in — and heat rises to your cheeks when vi stares at how your cunt clenches around nothing. "can't say no to you when you ask so nicely." she reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face, giving you that half-smile that makes your heart twist just as much as your gut.

"look at you." she lowers her face to your chest, lips tracing kisses downward. one hand comes up to squeeze at your tits, soft and sharp at the same time, index finger and thumb teasing your nipple and making you keen. "pretty, pretty thing."

she nudges your legs apart, getting comfortable between them. her other hand toys with your cunt, middle and ring finger slowly coaxing their way into your hole like she's learning to be gentle now. your body tenses with anticipation, feeling the way her lips get closer and closer to where you want them to go. "ngh. just—please."

the first flick of her tongue on your clit makes you gasp, body rocking in reaction— and vi slaps your thigh. "shhh," is all she says, but it makes you behave. she spreads your pussy open with her fingers like it's a flower, and takes you whole.

the wet sounds of a mouth on a cunt fill your shoddy little room, and you moan and shudder in vi's arms, caged in her hold as she draws the orgasm out of you.

and she does it so quickly, having learned what touches of her tongue your clit likes best, how you like having her fingers, when to add the extra tug to your nipples. she makes you go insane so easily.

like she took the time to figure out how to do it. like she cared enough to do that. like she might just l—

the white-hot rush of pleasure hits you, and all your thoughts dissipate. you grab vi's hair, digging your fingers into the dyed locks, keeping her face where you want it. "mmm, fuck, just like that—vi, just like that, please—"

she slaps your thigh again, but you relent only slightly. she licks up your slick, adjusting her position so she can fuck you better with her fingers, and you tremble under her as she curls her digits into your sweetest spots, wave after wave of bliss washing over you with each touch. the bed creaks like the weak boards under your mattress might snap, but you don't even hear it. "god."

once you're not shaking so much anymore, the high peaking and falling past, she comes up and kisses you — and you know your face and body are full of inky lipstick marks by now. it's almost romantic.

then, it's over.

vi pulls away, letting go of you and sitting up.

"ugh." you slump into the bed, hiding the pang of hurt that fills you. "you . . . don't want me to do you? or . . get you a drink?"

"not tonight. think i'm wasted enough." vi wipes her mouth off, stretching her neck to one side till there's a pop — and gets off the bed. you notice how her lips are entirely clean of the onyx that they were. "hey, you sure you don't want me to pay you?"

and there it is. the moment of intimacy dissolves like a grain of sugar into the vastness of the sea. it's home time.

"no, it's fine." you wave her off, turning away. you watch discreetly through your mirror as she looks around at the little box you live in.

"are you sure? . . i can cough something up." she asks again, and though you're slightly offended, you know what she means. your place is a single room that's barely a six by ten, small rickety bed and a desk with the mirror, a rack for the few clothes you own, and nothing else really. you share a bathroom and kitchen with two other girls across the street. and you have vi each night.

you need nothing else. "yeah, i'm good. and i don't do that anymore, anyway." you tell her.

"alright." vi pulls her clothes back on, and you're just a little sad to see her body covered away again. you did love getting your eyefuls of those slight curves and sleek muscles, and the tatts. "why'd you stop, though? working, i mean."

you think of how you used to feel, seeing clients and letting them fawn over you for the night. handing you a wad of cash and walking out at the end of it. back then, it was what you needed— but the moment you didn't need it anymore, you’d signed out.

you'd only agreed to hook up with vi because it seemed harmless enough. made your nights a little less lonelier, gave you some company. you hadn’t expected money or to catch feelings.

the answer to her question rises up your throat, but you find it a bit ironic — and you know vi is a good person. if she finds out that you're yearning for more than what's between you two at the moment, she may just see herself out of your life, so as to not hurt you. and you didn't want that. you wanted vi, even if it was only like this.

the real answer to her question rests at the base of your throat like an ache, throbbing a little along with the parts of your body vi had gripped a little too harshly. i didn't like to feel used.

but you shrug your shoulders and say, "well, i just didn't need it anymore."

vi doesn't answer, only turns to leave. "will you come tomorrow?" you ask, trying not to sound like you want her to come.

"probably." vi answers, out of the door already. "stay safe, princess." then she's gone, and you're alone again.

the dreary darkness of your room surrounds you once more, and you feel hot and sticky. ignoring the discomfort, you slump into your bed again, realizing how painfully little you know about vi. yes, she's jinx's older sister. yes, she's nothing like her. yes, she's beautiful — handsome; ghost-pale, dark red roots showing through the dyed black hair, sad eyes lit up with need.

you loved those nights when she would let you reciprocate and make her feel good. when she would ask for a drink or two. when she would ask to stay the night, and you'd let her sleep on your chest. she wrapped her arms around your body then, holding you both like she's protecting you and like she wants you to keep her safe. and you'd hold her, stroke her hair, and stay awake praying the morning comes late.

and then there are nights like tonight — where she's quieter and more distant. where she leaves too soon. like she's holding herself back. it infuriates you, almost. you want to ask her what she wants. you want to tell her what you want.

shifting your stare from the ceiling to your door that hangs ajar, you let out a heavy sigh. next time, maybe you'll ask her. maybe you'll tell her. maybe. if the surge of body-and-mind desperation to make the moment last long enough doesn't overthrow everything else, you will. but you know it'll be easier said than done.

vi melts you like shaved ice in the sun. she softens you, turns you sweet. you feel alive with those dead eyes, calloused hands and busted lips on you. being wanted by her gives you a sense of meaning. and you'll do anything if it means holding her a little longer. 

if that meant this, simply getting to be her good girl for a night and nothing more — then so be it.

a/n: part two, anyone? lmk if you want it, might turn this into a series :P💓

SAGAU - Beloved of Teyvat

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Unlike its foolish people, Teyvat would never—could never—fail to recognize its owner.

Its essence flowed through their very veins, and theirs through it, in an eternal cycle that could never be broken—not if the land, skies and seas had anything to say about it. It knew them. It carved itself for their joy. Nothing, nothing, could separate them. Never again.

The mortals could boast and brag as they please; Teyvat was the Divine One’s most devoted worshiper.

Getting hit by Truck-kun and being isekai’d into Teyvat had not been on your list of things to do today. Getting chased out of Mondstat by stone and sword, running and running through even the collapse of your lungs until you couldn’t hear the screams to find you and make you pay, definitely hadn’t been planned either.

And now you sat lost in the mountains, surrounded by trees. Had you run north or south? You couldn’t remember, memories lost in the haze of getawaygetawaygetaway that had driven you there.

You turned to get a better look at your surroundings. Mondstat below and Dragonspine beyond that, you had to be in the Stormbearer Mountains. Could you have picked a worse direction? If they found you again…

Oh god, they’d find you again.

They had to already know you’d boxed yourself in, the knights had already been mobilizing themselves, you’d already lost your chance to escape. The realization of your situation quickly dawned. Whatever crime they’d found you guilty of, nobody was willing to hear you out.

So, here you were, in pain, exhausted, and out of choices. But dammit, you were the one who guided the traveler through even the Spiral Abyss, you were the one who definitely didn’t run away from every enemy when you finally left Mondstat because you were scared, and you were the one who fought against those bullshit scaled domains for the whalers without a shield to guard you.

If there was anything you could do, it was bullshit strats.

And unlike your pursuers, you had game knowledge.

For example, you knew how to avoid the Anemo Hypostasis' attacks. Should push come to shove, you could avoid Beth’s attacks and direct its attention toward the Knights, then escape while they were distracted. If they were even willing to follow you that far to begin with. So you could probably lie low up there until they lost interest and sneak your way down to Liyue under the cover of night. Maybe Yanfei would be willing to—

“They’re here!”

Ah shit.

Next time, you told yourself as you broke into a run, you’d think on the go. Hopefully, you could get past the hypostasis before they could catch up. Or at least before they could land a hit.

You scrambled up ledges, bloodying your pants on sharp rocks, and didn’t dare to look behind at the rapidly encroaching footsteps.

“Freeze, imposter!”

Met with a ledge you couldn’t climb and a knight on either side, you turned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You were so close. “I swear I didn’t do anything!!”

Staring you down was Jean, the Dandelion Knight herself.

“You dare?” She stared you down with a fury you didn’t think her capable of. As if you’d personally slaughtered Barbara in front of her eyes. “Looking at me as you are, you dare claim innocence?!”

“I don’t understand,” you pleaded, desperate. “All I did was walk into the city, I didn’t even say anything!”

“You little!” Lisa spat from Jean’s side, calling on her vision. You flinched, hiding behind your arms as though they’d protect you, every part of you screaming for help.

The pain never came.

Instead, you yelped in fear as wind wrapped around your body, cradling you in its gentle caress.

“Jean?” a woman’s voice questioned, you couldn’t make out who over the wind in your ears.

“Acting Grand Master!” a knight cried not a moment after. “The- the hypostasis!”

You tipped your head back to see. Your eyes met with the vision of Beth looming over you, somehow seeming furious despite lacking any features to speak of. But the pure killer intent behind you couldn’t be mistaken even to someone as civilian as you.

Then, you were moving again, pulled over the hypostasis and toward its arena (why had it left its arena?), given a first-class seat to Beth’s ensuing battle with the knights. And a perfect view of the approaching horde of slimes and Hilichurls. You could even make out a few boars and squirrels among them.

A warning bubbled up in your throat, but soon died on the winds.

The knights fought valiantly, even when the first few monsters approached, even when the boars started charging their backlines, but after the first bird swooped down and knocked Lisa’s catalyst away (the catalyst you gave her, she tried to attack you, kill you, with the catalyst you gave her) Jean finally called a retreat.

The monsters didn’t make it easy, a few Whooperflowers even

And once the Knights were naught but a speck in the distance, the winds returned you to the ground, laying you softly in the center of the arena. The Anemo Hypostasis seemingly turned its attention to you, again reaching out with its wind. You cowered behind your arms once more, but the wind stayed as gentle as ever, soothing your aches and burns.

Blinking, you looked yourself over and found yourself rid of reddened marks and jagged cuts. It had healed you. Why would it do that?

Instead of anything that would give you an answer, Beth returned itself to its stasis above you.

A few minutes passed before you allowed yourself to crawl out from your position. It didn’t stir even as you stood by it.

Staring at it, you brought a hand to the nearest cube, running your fingers over its smooth surface. Something like contentment radiated through your fingers and it glowed… happily? Warmth radiated through you and you couldn’t help but smile in response.

It had really come to protect you, hadn’t it?

Apparently, there was more lore behind Beth, and maybe the other hypostases, than you thought, that they’d assist you in your moment of need. It probably did something to bring the other monsters as well.

You looked over your shoulder to where they had been and immediately stumbled back onto Beth as a Hilichurl’s cry rang out.

How… long had they been standing there?

Two Hilichurls stood before you. A short, stocky one with a bag of fruits and a taller, lankier one with a bowl of what looked like a stew of some sort. Both immediately thrust out their items in offering, looked at each other, then dropped to their knees and placed the food on the ground before you and backed up a few paces.

They were giving you food. Hilichurls were giving you food.

In your state of shock, you looked over your shoulder, idly recalling that Hilichurls disliked areas of high elemental energy. Why would they push past that to give you food?

Too exhausted to think, let alone run or fight, you dropped to sit on the ground and picked up the bowl. Hilichurlian food or not, these guys had saved your life.

So you dug the spoon in and took a bite of the (surprisingly tasty) stew.

[Quest Completed: Return]

[Quest Reward: User Interface Unlocked]

[Would you like to accept? Yes/No]

...what.

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@nicebonescomrade I ended up rewriting this because I liked the Hypostasis idea!

This is my first Genshin work (and my first work of writing in over a year rip) so I hope it's alright :) This concept has been on my mind for a while so here we goooo

ahh i'm so nervous posting this ; - ; pls be nice (but I always accept constructive criticism)

Everything - Gojo x Fem Reader

A/N: Thank you lovely!! I’m new to writing Gojo so this was exciting! I kinda tweaked it a bit but I hope you like it! Love you too 💛

Warnings: slight angst, alcohol mentions (but nothing major/ no drunkeness)

Word Count: 3071

Satoru Gojo was lonely. 

He had told Jogo once, “When granted everything, you can’t do anything.” 

It started to make sense. With so much power, so much cursed energy within him at a relatively young age, he had all - but nothing. Strangers and acquaintances would praise him for his power, wealth, and good looks. Some of the people he worked with despised him for his arrogance and inappropriately jocose personality. Those who did not know him well assumed that he was nothing more than a self-serving man, doing things for his own benefit and disposing of relationships that did not interest him.

It was far from the truth. He cared deeply for others, but with his infinite power it made it easy for him to be so distant with others. No one could get close to him, and very few could relate to him. The man who seemed unbothered by a special grade curse in front of him was bothered by the fact that he could not solve everything. His eyes could see the world around him broken down to an atomic state, yet he could not perfect a corrupt system nor have a stable group of people in his life. 

When he met you, he had placed you on a timeline. Flirt with you, get your number, date for a while, until one of you got bored with each other. More times than he would like to admit, Gojo assumed the people he encountered would just be a small part of his story, moving on after a while. He convinced himself that he simply could not commit nor fall in love. But was that what he wanted? Did he want to spend the rest of his life having many first dates?

Flashforward a year later, you were in his hold. For one year, the man who thought he would never find someone who would love him was constantly being debunked everyday by your words and actions. The way you met was unlikely - you had simply returned a wallet that his student Yuji had dropped behind him. Gojo had been with Yuji, Nobara and Megumi at the time. Instead of continuing his task with his students, he sent them ahead while he chatted with you.

“Happy anniversary,” you got on your tippy toes to reach him for a kiss. To your surprise, he picked you up, spinning you around. Giggling, he pressed some kisses to your jaw, gently nibbling at your neck to tickle you. 

Lowering you gently, his draw dropped. Smiling bashfully, he pulled you in by your waist and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Wow, I think I’ve found my kryptonite.”

Rolling your eyes, you pretended like the words didn’t have an effect on you. 

Two nights before this moment, you two had a small argument about Satoru’s playfulness. You had understood your boyfriend was undeniably attractive and popular. His love for attention unfortunately did not have limits, as he loved the attention from anyone, even if it meant accepting and returning flirtatious remarks.

After hours of neglect, Satoru attempted to talk to you as if nothing had bothered you. The ignorance itself was the ignition to the ticking bomb of frustration pent up in you. But things were resolved, and now you were looking forward to celebrating a year of romance with the silly man holding you. 

With a loose baby blue button up shirt and slick black pants, he looked stunning himself.

“Happy anniversary, doll. You look beautiful as always. Let’s go get dinner.”

With him giving you light tap on your bottom, you headed out with your boyfriend. He had everything arranged for the evening. It surprised you that Gojo had planned a whole night, considering his spontaneous nature. Yet you were excited.

Dinner was nice. He brought you to a nice restaurant in the city, in which you enjoyed drinks, a savory entree, and a dessert with “Happy Anniversary” written in chocolate icing on the plate. The atmosphere was calm, the lights were dim, and there was a small live jazz band playing. 

“I’ve been looking forward to this day,” Gojo took your hand. “I can’t wait to spend many more moments with you, including many more anniversaries.”

“I can’t wait either,” you beamed.

The people around him thought he was odd for wearing his blackout glasses in the dim restaurant, but you knew it only made him more human. He could see you as you are. Kissing your hand, Gojo kept his hold on it as he slowly exited the table, pulling your forward when he stood beside you. 

“Ready?” he asked, kissing your forehead when you nodded. He loved kissing you, no matter where and when. “Okay, let’s go.”

Gojo kept holding your hand while he drove, only removing it when he needed to turn sometimes or switch gears. Your held hand remained near his mouth, as he kept kissing it. It wasn’t just because it was your anniversary - he was always like this.  

This man could still make you swoon over him a year later.

Being that he had the plans for the evening a secret, you refrained from asking what was next. With the direction he was driving, it seemed that you two would be back at his place or somewhere nearby. 

There were parked cars lined up around his home. You naturally furrowed your eyebrows as a plethora of hypotheses developed in your mind. Were the cars for his home? Or were one of his neighbors having a gathering? All things considered; the neighborhood wasn’t loud like you thought it would be - you couldn’t even hear music playing. 

He parked his car and helped you out of it. Locking his car door, he could not help but smirk at what was to come. 

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𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐'𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 ✯

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𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔.

✯𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 - 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 - 𝑷𝑶𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑨𝑹

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✯𝐾𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 - 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢

✯𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴 𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 - 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢.

✯𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑂𝑛 𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑥 - 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢.

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18+, fingering, squirting, slight overstimulation, crying, begging, vi being kinda mean + drabble something liteee this is a repost from my old account @/loonadaworld if it looks familiar

‘ vi, please, ‘ you mewled, pushing your head against your girlfriend’s chest. ‘ fuck babe— listen to that, you hear how fucking wet you are ? ‘ she groaned into your ear, her fingers pushing into you at an unforgiving speed. ‘ it’s too much .. ‘ your hand wrapped around her wrist in a poor attempt to stop her. ‘ if you do that one more time i’m not gonna stop until you’re crying. ‘ your thighs closed around vi’s hand, a whimper falling from your lips as you shook in her hold.

vi cursed, pulling her fingers out of your sopping cunt in order to force your legs open. ‘ maybe next time you’ll remember to watch that fucking mouth of yours. ‘ her fingers plunged inside of you once more, eliciting a moan from both of you. the way her fingers were curling inside of you, paired with her thumb rubbing your clit, it wasn’t long before you were seeing stars, your soaked pussy fluttering around her as you fell over the edge of pure euphoria.

she didn’t make an effort to slow her movements, actually doing the opposite until the wet squelches of your cunt became too much for you to handle. ‘ vi wait, i think— ‘ she covered your mouth, a smile forming on her lips as her hand muffled your scream. you felt the wet sensation before you saw the mess, your girlfriend trailing sloppy kisses in the curve of your neck. ‘ shhh .. i got u right here, ‘ vi finally started easing you through the after shocks of your orgasm, her hand coming to a stop.

you had tears running down your cheeks at this point, your chest rising and falling with each breath. ‘ what was it that you said to cait again ? ‘ take me home since my girlfriend doesn’t want to. ‘ ‘ she scoffed, moving from behind you and laying you on her pillows. ‘ how do you think that sounds, hmm ? how do you think i feel when i hear my girl asking my friend to take her home ? ‘ vi hovered above you, her wet fingertips tracing shapes on your inner thighs.

you shook your head, cupping her face as she stared down at you with the darkest gaze you’ve ever seen. ‘ vi .. i won’t do it again, i promise. just wanted to leave the party already .. ‘ everything you said going in one ear and out the other. ‘ well you got what you wanted, now you have to take it. ‘ without warning, she inserted her fingers again, making your body jolt at the sudden intrusion. ‘ you’re gonna give me two more. ‘ vi felt her breath stutter at your choked sob, your hysterics only turning her on even more.

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Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Law, and Ace with fem S/O with healing water powers. The catch is that whenever she uses those powers, she feels pain from the wounds she’s healing. And this isn’t a Devil Fruit ability. It’s sorta like water bending from Avatar.

A/N: I really debated on how to lay this one out, but I chose to have them find out about her power. If anyone wants a head canon follow up on how they act now that they know, send me an ask :) I maybe made this a bit too long, but those soft moments with each of these boys are my WEAKNESS. (Law may seem a little OOC but I truly believe that man gets tunnel vision when he sees you in pain)

Characters: F! reader x Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Law, Ace

Cw: blood, pain, injuries, angst, all those fun things. Sanji’s contains slight spoilers for WCI

Total word count: 6.3k

The Pain of Healing

Zoro

Word count: 1.2k

“It’s only five more minutes until my Haki returns.” Luffy says between pants, trying to catch his breath. 

“Then I have five minutes to help you. Sit down.” 

Luffy collapsed onto the ground at your command, and you examined his body as he slept. It didn’t look good. His body was riddled with scrapes, scratches, bruises, and he was bleeding out from his side. Several minor injuries could be more painful than large ones, but Luffy had a mix of both. The best thing to do would be to focus on the large ones first, and if you have energy left, fix the small stuff as well. 

You guided water out of your flask and started with the hole in his side. You were used to the pain that came with healing by now, but it still made you flinch every time you started. You had to grind your teeth together to keep from crying out, not wanting to wake Luffy. He needed rest, and you didn’t want him to see the repercussions of your decision to help heal him anyway. 

After five minutes, you’ve taken all of the major injuries away from his body, and you managed to take a few small ones away from him as well. You wipe the tears from your eyes before you shake him awake. 

“It’s time, Luffy. Wake up.” You put on the biggest fake smile you can muster before his eyes flick open. 

“Aw man, that was the best nap in my entire life! I feel amazing!” You stay seated as he stands up, your body too riddled with pain to move. 

“Go get them, Captain!” It hurts to even speak, but Luffy’s already up stretching, too hyped up to notice your exhaustion.

“Thanks for whatever you did to make me feel so great! Leave the rest to me!” Luffy calls back, bounding off to finish the fight. 

Once he’s out of sight, you fold your head into your hands and weep. The pain was immeasurable, and every time you helped Luffy recover, you don’t understand how he’s still alive. You sit there for a long time, crying until there are no tears left. And then you hear cheers from the village nearby, signifying Luffy has won and your work paid off. Knowing that you helped him win makes you feel a little better, and you need to see everyone again. 

You stand up, ready to go meet the rest of the crew, but your body seems to disagree with your movement. Your legs shake, and when you go to take a step, you can feel your body collapsing, falling to the ground. You brace for the impact of your worn body against the solid ground, too tired to do anything else.

It doesn’t come, though. Someone catches you as you stumble forward. Strong arms wrap around your back and your legs, scooping you up and pressing you into his bare chest. Zoro. 

“Easy.” His expression is stone as he stares at you, but you can see worry underneath. “You gonna tell me what the hell you just did to Luffy?” 

You avert your eyes from his gaze, running the tip of your finger along the scar on his chest. “I healed him.”

You can feel his body tense with your words. “That didn’t look like healing to me. And since when do you have a Devil fruit power anyway?”

You bite your lip nervously. Nobody had caught you healing someone before. It wasn’t something you flaunted, or even something you told people about. “It’s not a devil fruit power.”

“Woman, if you don’t tell me-” he breaks off mid sentence, and you look around for any sign of danger. But there’s nobody around besides the two of you. You risk a glance up at him, and you see his face is pained as he stares down at you with a form of understanding. “You took his pain from him, didn’t you?”

Your mouth falls open from shock. You’re not sure how Zoro was able to guess something so accurate after seeing your power one time. You nod, confirming his suspicions. “He’s got an incredibly high threshold for pain tolerance.” 

“How are you still alive?” Zoro shakes you a little when he asks the question, which causes you to groan in pain. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be more gentle. Do you want to sit? Stand?”

The thought of being upright makes you dizzy. “Can you just keep holding me for now?”

He nods, and returns to questioning you about your mysterious power instead. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Yeah.” It hurt to talk honestly, but you didn’t want to tell Zoro that. 

“How often have you been doing this?”

“Only like three or four times for Luffy, I think.” You're certain it’s been more than that, but you can’t tell Zoro that right now. 

“Three or four times?? For Luffy?” You can feel him trying to figure out the meaning behind your cryptic words. 

“There’s been a few other people I’ve done it for too.”

“Have you done it for me?” He's scowling at you, like he already knows the answer you’re going to give and he's waiting to scold you for it. 

“Maybe once or twice,” you lie, and you feel your cheeks burning. He squints at you, and you know you’ve been caught in the lie. But he says nothing, he just readjusts you in his arms to hold you closer. 

He had been walking for a few minutes, and you had almost fallen asleep. He had managed to keep you mostly still while he walked through the destroyed city, and you were too tired to care if he was lost or not. “It’s a neat power,” he finally comments. “You gonna tell me more about it? Or do I need to keep asking questions?”

“Can I tell you later?” You mumble into his chest. Between the safety of Zoro’s arms, the warmth of the sun on your face, and the exhaustion that’s set in from all that pain, it's hard for you to stay conscious. 

Zoro doesn’t say anything for a few moments, and you struggle to stay awake while you wait for an answer. He was never one for mindless chit chat, but you could tell that something was on his mind, so you decide to indulge him.

“It’s not a devil fruit. I was born with it,” You start, and you feel a heavy weight lift off your shoulders with those few words.  You’re so relieved that you can finally tell someone about your secret now. “I was never supposed to let anyone see it being used. If the World Government knew…” You trail off, thinking of how the Navy would turn you into a weapon. You shutter at the thought, and continue on in your explanation. 

“The power isn’t perfect, though. I feel the pain of whoever or whatever I heal. It’s not permanent, but if it’s too much for my body to handle at the moment, I might die. I’m really not sure, I’ve never tried to heal a fatal wound before.”

Zoro is looking off into the distance with a faraway look in his eye. “Just like Kuma.”

“Who?”

“Back on Thriller Bark we met a Marine named Kuma,” Zoro begins to explain, and you focus all your energy into listening to him. “He took all of Luffy’s pain and told me if we wanted to save Luffy, I had to take his pain upon myself. It was just after his big battle with the warlord Moria, and the pain…” he trailed off, and you knew he was reliving the moment in his mind. 

“Does he know about your sacrifice?” 

Your question brings him back to reality, and he looks down at you. He chuckles at your question, and bends over to kiss your forehead. “Does he know about yours?”

Sanji

Some light spoilers for WCI arc

Word Count: 1.2k

You didn’t realize that your ability was keeping Sanji up at night. 

Anytime he had a cut, or a burn, or any other kind of injury, you waited for him to doze off before you pulled out some water and healed his hands. The injuries were never serious, and after a few times, you barely noticed the pain. 

You didn’t mind, and you knew how much your boyfriend valued his hands. It was your silent act of love to him, something you wanted to give him but could never tell him about. One morning after you healed a bad burn, you found him sitting up in bed, staring at his hands. 

“Is something wrong, Sanji dear?”

The cook was examining his hands thoroughly, flipping them over again and again. “I could’ve sworn I had a burn here yesterday.”

Your cheeks tinted at the thought of being found out. “Oh, well maybe you just have superhuman healing powers!” You laugh it off, trying your best to act natural. 

“Yeah, maybe…” You could tell something was bothering him, but he didn't say anything further. 

You caught him staring at his hands throughout the day, as if he was waiting for a bomb to explode. At dinner you noticed a particularly bad cut on the topside of his hand - a cut he must’ve gotten while chopping vegetables - and you made a note to heal it that night. 

He stayed awake later than usual that night, and he seemed more wound up with anxiety than normal. You peppered his face with a few kisses, trying to get him to relax some. 

“Sanji, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” He sighed, pulling you into his chest and laying down to finally get some sleep. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

He fell asleep quickly with you pressed into him. His slow, even breaths signified he was finally unconscious, and you pulled out some water to cover his wound. It stung you a bit as his flesh stitched back together, and you let out a low hiss in pain, and you froze as Sanji stirred slightly in his sleep. This wound was deeper than his normal cuts and burns; he must’ve been really distracted when he hurt himself. He wasn’t usually so careless around knives, but you knew whatever was bothering him would be revealed when he was ready to talk to you about it.  

With his wound healed and Sanji’s breath returning to normal, you curled back into place against him, and fell deep into sleep.

You woke to a string of curses falling out of Sanji’s mouth, his body tight and tense against yours. 

“Hm? Sanji?” You rub the sleep from your eyes and open them to find him staring at his hands again. “Sanji, what’s wrong?”

“That’s impossible,” he mumbled, speaking mostly to himself. He looks panicked, staring down at the place where his cut was yesterday. “That’s not humanly possible.”

You feign innocence as you have in the past, but you can’t ignore the nervous look in his eyes. “What is it, Ji?”

“I had a cut here yesterday. It was deep.” His breathing quickened, and you could see that he was scared for some reason. “It couldn’t have healed overnight. It’s not…It can’t be…”

“I’m sure it’s just-”

“You don’t understand.” He cuts you off mid-sentence, something he’s never done before, and it takes you aback. He gets out of bed abruptly, his eyes never leaving his hand.

“Sanji?”

“I need to go. I need to get out of here.” He’s pacing the room now, his stress overflowing into the space between you. 

“Go where? Sanji, calm down. Talk to me-”

“I can’t be here! I can’t endanger you! Or anyone else, for that matter!” His face is contorted with such pain you’ve never seen before. You don’t know what’s going on with your boyfriend, but his reaction to such a small cut is starting to scare you.

You jump out of bed and stride over to him. When you reach him, you clasp his face between your hands, forcing his eyes away from his hands and up to your eyes. His eyes are wide with pure fear, and his breathing is rapid and shallow. You can feel his body shaking as you hold him. 

“Sanji.” You push down your own fear and speak to him in a soothing tone, trying to bring him back to you. “Talk to me.”

“I’m a monster, Y/N.” Tears fill his eyes, threatening to spill out as he speaks. “If my body is regenerating like this…I’m a threat to you all.”

“You’re not,” You whisper. “You’re not a monster, Sanji.” You stand on your tiptoes to try and kiss the space between his eyes, but he pulls away from you.

“You don’t know.” He backs away from you, fear returning to his eyes again. “I am a monster. And now that I’m-”

It’s your turn to cut him off now. “I healed you, Sanji.”

His brows furled in confusion, but his eyes looked less panicked now. “Wha..?”

“I have this power,” you explain. You walk back to the bedside table, gathering some water from a cup and suspending it in the air. “I can heal people with water. I’ve been healing your small injuries for a while now. I wanted to make your life easier, I swear. I’m sorry I kept it from you. I just…I wanted to help.”

You see him relax the more you explain your powers, which was not the reaction you were expecting. He watches you move the water through the air, and tears finally flow from his eyes. 

“Y/N-chan,” he sobs, running over to you, embracing you in a hug. He’s holding you tight, smothering you into his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did you hide it?”

Your face burns against him, embarrassed that you had kept it from him for so long. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone, and I knew you wouldn’t want me hurting myself for you, but-”

“Hang on.” He pulls back from you, peering down at your face with a frown of concern. “You’re being hurt?”

“Just when I heal people,” you rush to explain, seeing his frown deepen. “I just feel the pain of the injuries I’m healing, it’s no big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” he corrects, staring at you disapprovingly. “Promise me you won’t do it anymore.”

“Sanji-”

“Promise, Y/N.”

“No! Let me do this for you!” You’re pouting now, but you know Sanji won’t cave on this matter. You know he can’t let you hurt yourself at his expense. 

“I appreciate that you want to help,” he says sternly. You can hear the love in his voice as he speaks, and you know you’ll have to agree to his request.  “But there are other ways for you to help me without hurting yourself. Please-”

“Fine. Promise.” You give him a fake pout, but when he pulls you back into his chest and holds you tightly, you melt into him. “Are you sure you’re okay, Ji? You seemed scared earlier.”

“I’m fine, really.” He rests his chin on the top of your head, drawing in a long breath before he says more. “I just thought my past was coming back to haunt me again, that’s all.”

You all stand there for a long while, just enjoying eachothers closeness. You only break apart when you hear Luffy screaming for breakfast, and you give him one last kiss on each of his hands before you let him go. 

Luffy

Word Count: 1.1k

“Stay still, idiot.” You held Luffy down, looking at his wound in his foot. 

“I can’t! It hurrrtttssss!” 

“That’s what you get for wearing sandals in the jungle!” You could tell from the way the stick speared through his foot, Luffy wouldn’t be able to walk easily, and you still had another half mile before you made it back to the ship. 

You knew you weren’t supposed to heal people while they were conscious, but this was Luffy. He was the love of your life, and the Strawhats were your only family. If you couldn’t trust them, you deserved to be locked up anyway. 

You sighed, pulling water out of your flask in soft, flowing movements. Luffy was still writhing in pain on the ground, overdramatic in his reaction to his current impalement. It was possible that you might be able to heal him without him even realizing it. 

You surrounded his foot with an orb of water, and imagined the wound being stitched together, just like your mother had taught you. You saw his rubbery skin begin to mend together, and braced yourself for what came next. 

Your grip on Luffy’s ankle tightened when the pain came. It was sharp and fast, and it took the breath out of your lungs. You squeezed your eyes shut, but kept your focus on the wound and the pain that came with it. 

“Wooooahhhh!” You could hear Luffy’s sigh of amazement, and you knew he had caught you healing his wound. “That’s so cool! The hole is just closing up!!”

You didn’t speak, afraid that your voice would betray you. The last thing you wanted Luffy to know was that you were in pain because of the healing process. You could hear him freaking out about how cool it was that his injury was healing before his own eyes, but you did your best to ignore him and focus on the healing process. You kept your eyes closed the entire time, using the level of pain to guide how much longer you had to fix his injury. Finally, the pain dulled, and then disappeared. You dropped his foot and opened your eyes again, trying to ignore the lingering effects that your body was dealing with. 

Luffy was examining his foot closely, looking at it from all angles to see if there was any damage. He stood up, putting all of his weight back on his foot, and jumped up and down a few times. 

“It’s like brand new!” He shouted with glee. He came over to you and wrapped you in a hug. “You’re the best, Y/N!”

--

Over the next few weeks, Luffy offered up your services to others throughout the ship. You knew that Luffy was incapable of keeping secrets, and you had never explicitly asked him to keep that information to himself. You never minded healing your family though, and the injuries were always minor. Luffy sent Ussop to you when he got a burn on his hand, and Franky when he got a bad cut on his face. Chopper sent Zoro when he had a sprained wrist. It wasn’t until Nami came to you with a nasty cut on her shoulder that the secret of your healing was revealed. 

You smiled when she asked, and pulled water out to start the healing process. You coated the wound in a bubble of water, and clenched your jaw to prepare for the worst. 

You were aware of Nami’s eyes watching you. Everyone else watched their own wound magically heal, but her eyes remained on your face, watching for any signs of discomfort on your end. You had a feeling that she was suspicious of your powers already. She had been the most interested member of the crew from the start, asking about the stipulations and origins of your power from the moment she had found out about it. 

You kept your eyes on the gash, trying your best to mentally steel yourself for the pain that would come. You knew it wouldn’t be easy to hide the pain, but you were determined to make it look natural. When the feeling of pain ripped through your shoulder to match her wound, you gritted your teeth and kept your smile, but you could feel your muscles involuntarily twitch. 

If Nami noticed, she said nothing. When you finished, you looked back up at her and let out a shaky breath, smiling. She eyed you suspiciously, but thanked you politely and left you alone. Once the door swung shut, you collapsed back onto the couch you were on, desperately needing a nap after that performance. 

--

Luffy was awoken by a smack on the head. 

“What?” He asked groggily. “Are we at the next island?”

“Are you some kind of sadist,” the tangerine-haired girl scolded, shaking her finger at him. “Or are you just a moron?”

“What are you talking about, Nami?”

Nami rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, staring daggers down at Luffy. “Y/N’s power.”

Luffy rubbed his head, wondering if you could fix headaches. “What about it?”

“She feels pain when she heals people, you idiot. She probably feels whatever pain she’s healing.”

Luffy’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that she just healed my shoulder. And she was in some serious pain while she was doing it. She hides it well, but I could tell she was hurting.”

Luffy bit his lip, trying to think back to when you had healed him in the forest. But he had been so amazed at watching his own wound heal, he hadn’t noticed your reaction while you were doing it. 

“She seemed kind of tired after mine, but that’s it. I felt great though, so I carried her back to the ship!”

“So you are just a moron!” Nami punched him again. “No more free healing! Stop taking advantage of her!”

--

You woke up from your nap to rubber arms wrapped around you and Luffy’s round eyes staring at you intensely.

“Good morning,” you groan, trying to pull away from him to stretch. 

He let you go enough to stretch out, but kept a tight grip on you. “Does it hurt?”

You freeze mid-stretch, silently cursing Nami for her hyper awareness. “It just makes me tired.”

“You’re lying.” He knows you so well. You move your fingers up to his hair, twirling his locks around your index finger.

“Yeah,” you sigh the word out. You’re painfully aware of his gaze, transfixed on your face.

 “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because Luffy, it’s not that bad.” Your eyes move back to his finally, and you can see the hurt and confusion that is held within them. “And I like doing what I can to help my family.”

He nods, accepting that answer, and snuggles up into your chest, holding you tightly against him. You let him lay there for a while, twirling his soft strands of hair around in your fingers. There are few quiet moments between you and Luffy, and you cherish every moment you can get like this.

“Nami said no more free healings, by the way.”

You laugh and give his forehead a quick kiss. “Guess I’ll have to charge you double.”

Law

Word Count: 1.2k

“Fuck.”

Law’s breath was ragged as you pressed into his stomach wound. Blood coated your hands as you tried to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t seem to be working very well. 

“I just need to...” Law coughed, and you could see red staining his lips. A small blue orb began to form in his palm, but it flickered out quickly. He was too weak to use his devil fruit powers.

“Fuck.” You repeated. There was only one thing you could do now. It meant exposing your secret and showing your captain your biggest weakness, but you’d do anything to save him. 

You pulled away from his wound, and let your hands guide water from your flask, maneuvering it through the air. “Don’t freak out,” you say, and you cover the wound in water. You let it sit for a moment, and then begin imagining the wound healing. 

It started as a dull, throbbing pain in your stomach. You began to think you were getting used to the pain, but then it began to grow, turning sharp and stabbing. You flinched at the sudden change in pain, but held your focus. 

Law watched you work for a few moments with wide eyes, unsure what was happening or what he could do. You wanted to scream from the pain that was growing rapidly, but you held your tongue, hoping he didn’t notice your facial expressions contorting into pain. Tears filled your eyes, and you finally felt Law move into action, his hand gripping around your wrists. 

“Stop,” he demanded, trying to push your arms away from his wound. You ignore his demand, keeping your arms locked against him, continuing the healing process at your expense. 

“Stop! Y/N-ya, Stop it!” His voice rose in pitch, and you could tell he sensed your pain. His efforts to push you away are getting stronger, proof that his energy is returning to him. You feel relieved in the fact that he is healing, even if it is exhausting you in the process. 

He finally succeeds in pushing you off him, and you fall backwards to the ground and lay there, dazed and stunned from your work. He quickly straddles you and pins your arms to the ground to ensure you’ve fully stopped whatever you had started doing to him. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” Law stares down at you, angry and scared of what you’ve done. 

You know his rage is out of fear, and you give him a small smile, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “You okay now?”

He stares at you, baffled at your question. He has energy now, and his wound in his stomach is almost completely healed. He knows it’s due to you, but he doesn’t know how you’ve managed to heal him so quickly. Fear. Betrayal. Anger. So many emotions run through him all at once. He has so many questions that he doesn’t know where to start. 

He tightens his grip around your wrists, keeping you pinned down. “Explain.”

“It’s a power I was born with,” you say, closing your heavy eyes. “I can heal other people’s injuries through water.”

Law watches you carefully, certain that you’re hiding something. He squeezes your wrists tighter until you finally open your eyes again, looking anywhere but at him. 

You can’t make eye contact with him or you know you’ll tell him everything. You can’t afford for him to know your secret, it was bad enough that he knew this much. 

“You were in pain.” He says it as a statement, not a question.

You squirm from underneath him, trying to get free, but his grip doesn’t let up. He’s determined to get to the bottom of what you just did. He needs to protect you. He needs to keep you safe from all harm, even if that means protecting you from yourself. 

“Let go.” You say, still trying to get free. His grip is starting to become painful, and you try to pull your arms away from him again. “You’re hurting me, Law. Let go.”

His eyes stare down at you, unmoving from his current position. The more you squirm, the tighter his grip gets, and you know he won’t let go until he has an answer. “Y/n-ya, why were you in pain?”

“It’s a side effect!” You cry out in frustration, finally giving in. You suspect he knew the moment he saw it. “I feel the person’s pain as I heal them.”

In his shock, Law’s hands loosen their grip, and you finally pull free from him. You try to turn away from him, but he’s still sitting on your stomach, and you don’t have enough energy to push him off. You rub at your wrists, trying to get the sting from his grip out of your body.

Law is frozen, staring down at you with wide eyes. He grits his teeth, watching you massage your wrists. “I’m sorry,” he says, reaching for your hands again, more gentle this time. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

You let him grab one of your hands, and he begins massaging your wrists gently, whispering apologies to you. You close your eyes and try to forget that you’ve broken your number one rule about your power: telling other people. You focus on his wrist massage for a while, his own way to apologize for his outburst.

“Y/n-ya?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you save me?”

You sigh, opening your eyes again. This time, you meet his gold eyes, radiant against the sunlight. “You never want anyone to save you, Captain.”

“It’s my job as a ca-”

“I saved you because I love you, you idiot.”

You can see Law’s eyes twitch in surprise; his hands freeze against your wrist. 

“You don’t get to decide what sacrifices I make for you,” you continue. “You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do to save you. That’s my decision. You’ve made many sacrifices for me, some extremely painful ones. Remember the incident at Low Sand Creek?”

Law doesn’t respond, but he slowly starts to massage your wrists again, which you take as a sign to keep talking. 

“I don’t get to criticize your decisions on sacrifice. And you don’t get to criticize mine either. I love you, and I know you love me. Do I want you to risk your life for me? No. But that’s just something I have to live with. And so do you. Okay?”

Your captain says nothing, and you can tell he’s sulking over your lecture. It wasn’t uncommon for you to have to do this with him. Law was one of the smartest people you knew, but relationships weren’t really his strong suit. It resulted in you having to do a lot of explaining and voicing your needs.

“Law, do you understand?” You insist, needing to stand your ground. He had a tendency of not responding when he didn’t agree with something.  

He huffs out an irritated breath. “Okay.”

You scrunch your face at him, shooting him a semi-fake glare. 

“I understand, okay?!”

You twisted your hand to intertwine with his, and grabbed his other hand with your free one so that both of his hands were now holding each of yours. You locked eyes with him, and you could see there was something else there, something that was bothering him. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

He was quiet for a moment, as if he were working up the courage to admit whatever he was feeling. His eyes moved away from your gaze and focused on one of his hands instead, still intertwined with yours. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice comes out slightly choked, and you realize that you had forgotten to explain the most important part to him. 

Your cheeks redden, embarrassed at your oversight. His eyes snapped back to yours, and now it was your turn to avoid eye contact.  

“It’s… I was told to never tell anyone about it. Or let someone else see it.”

You can feel him staring at you, his eyes willing you to look at him, but you refuse. He waits patiently, and you know he’s asking you a silent question: Don’t you trust me?

“I trust you, I just…” Neither you or Law had really talked about your past much. You preferred to live for the now, for the future. The past was just too painful to think about. “People died protecting that secret. I didn’t want to add more names to that list.”

Law gave a dark chuckle at your response. “And after all that preaching about not deciding who gets to make sacrifices.”

Now it’s your turn to sulk. “That is not-“

He cuts you off, pulling you up to meet him, and his lips collide with yours. 

He pulls back briefly, basking in your beauty. “No more secrets. Promise?”

“Promise.” 

Ace

Word Count: 1.5k

Ace wasn’t used to being hit, and when someone made contact with him, it hurt. He grimaced as he limped from battle, blood dripping down his leg from the giant puncture wound in his thigh. You had your arm around him, helping him run, but his injury was slowing you both down, and the enemy was closing in quickly.

“Sit,” you commanded. “Let me help.”

“I just need to get back to Marco, he can help.” His breathing was labored, and you knew he was expending too much energy just speaking to you. 

“I can heal too.” You helped him sit down, and you could feel his eyes staring at you, trying to understand your cryptic words. You chose to ignore him for now, and examined the wound. It was deep, but manageable. You braced yourself, and summoned some water out of your flask, covered his wound, and focused on stitching it back together. 

Pain ripped through you, and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself focused. It wasn’t the worst pain you had felt, but the wound was deeper than you had initially thought, and you could feel your muscles tearing apart, just like Ace’s had when he was cut. You knew that it was just a phantom pain, no actual bodily harm was being done to you, but it was still pain nonetheless. 

You could feel tears pooling at the corner of your eyes, but you refused to stop until the job was done. You watched his muscle stitch back together, and when it was finally completely healed, you sat back and closed your eyes, exhausted and riddled with aches. 

When you opened your eyes again, you could see Ace in front of you, you could feel him shaking you violently. He was screaming something, but you couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying over the loud ringing in your ears. Slowly, your hearing returned, and you realized he was screaming your name. 

“Ace.” Your words were slow. You were still trying to come out of the fog of pain that always came with healing. “Stop shaking me.”

He finally stopped, but his hands were still tightly gripping your shoulders. He was staring at you in terror, fear spread across his face. 

“What were you doing?” His voice was loud and piercing, causing you to flinch. “How did you…What do…Where did…” He struggled to find the right words, and you stared at him with still-glazed eyes while he tried to form a sentence. You were struggling to refocus after the pain, and were thankful that Ace was tongue-tied for the moment. 

Ace took a breath, finally able to form a sentence. “I didn’t know you had a devil fruit power.”

“I don’t.” Normally you let people believe whatever they wanted in order to guard your secret, but this was Ace. If you couldn’t trust him, you couldn’t trust anyone. “It’s just an ability I was born with. I can heal people with water.”

Ace’s facial expressions had always been easy to read. Even in your dazed state, you watched as his concern turned to shock and then to confusion. You waited for the inevitable question to come, and it did. “If you’ve had this power, why haven’t you used it more often?” 

“I…” you hesitate. You didn’t want to tell him the weakness of your ability. Not because you didn’t trust him, but because you did. You knew that if Ace discovered the trade off of your powers, he would never want you to suffer for him or anyone else. 

You had told Marco about your power when you joined the crew, and the doctor had forbid you using your ability except in dire circumstances. Marco trusted you to make judgment calls on what you could handle, but you didn’t think Ace would feel the same way. 

You could hear the enemy's battle cries getting closer, and you take the opportunity to avoid the question. “Let’s go. We need to get back to the ship.”

Ace stands, and you follow to do the same. You take a bit longer to get to your feet, still light-headed from the trade off of healing Ace. His attention has shifted to the enemy pursuing you now, and thankfully he doesn’t seem to notice your sluggish movements. 

Ace’s fist becomes engulfed with flames, and he stands between the enemy and you. “Go back to the ship, I’ll hold them off.” 

“Idiot! That’s what got us here in the first place!” 

“Yeah,” He smirked back at you like the devilish fiend you knew he was. “But this time I won’t lose.”

You can feel your knees start to go weak, but you’re not sure if it’s from exhaustion or from the man in front of you. You hate to leave him, but you know you’ll only be a liability in this fight. With Ace’s energy replenished and the ability to fight in an open space, he’d finish off the enemy easily now. 

“You better not die.” Your words hang in the air, and you take off towards the Moby Dick. 

As soon as you got aboard the ship, you went straight to your room. You didn’t bother giving a report. Ace would do that when he returned. Sleep was what you needed now. 

—

You woke with arms wrapped around you tightly, and the warm body of Portgas D. Ace pressed against your back. You weren’t sure how long you had slept, but there was no longer any light coming in through the porthole in your room. You shifted, trying to get out of Ace’s grasp without waking up, but his strong arms tightened against you when you moved, keeping you close to him. 

For a long while you laid in the silence, unsure if Ace was asleep or awake. He wasn’t snoring like he normally did when he was asleep and he refused to let you move away from his grasp, but his breaths were even and he didn’t speak to you. You didn’t mind the quiet, your body was still exhausted from the fighting and the pain of healing today, and Ace’s warmth was almost therapeutic against your tired body.

“Your healing…” Ace's voice finally breaks the silence, making you tense from surprise. His voice was low and quiet in your ear. “It hurts you, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

You can hear the sadness in his voice, and you know that he’s figured it out. Whether he solved it on his own or if Marco told him, it didn’t matter now. You’ve always been a bad liar, and you could never bring yourself to lie to Ace anyway.

He squeezed you tighter, pulling you closer to him. There was another long pause, and you let him hold you while he processed everything. 

“How bad is it?” His voice is level, but you can hear it beginning to grow thick with tears. 

“It depends on what I heal. I just feel the pain of the injury.”

His forehead presses into the crook of your neck, and his breath becomes shallow and ragged. You can feel his emotions coursing through him, and all you want to do is comfort him. You squirm, trying to flip over so you see his face while you talk, but his iron tight grip refuses to let you move. 

“Ace,” you speak gently, your hands pulling at his arms, and his grip loosens just enough for you to turn over onto your other side. You’re laying face to face with him now, but his eyes are squeezed shut. His freckled cheeks are wet with tears, and your heart constricts seeing his sadness. 

You press your forehead against his, and use your free hand to brush some of his hair away from his face. You continue softly sweeping your fingers through his hair, soothing him as you speak. “It’s not so bad, Ace. But that's why I don’t use it very often.”

His eyes are still closed, but you feel his hands ball into fists against your back, gathering the fabric of your shirt in them.

“Why did you use it to save me then?” His voice comes out more of a demand than a question. It’s harsh, and you know he’s angry. Maybe at you, maybe at himself, probably both. His question makes you freeze, your fingers still entangled in his strands of hair. 

You feel a slight prick of irritation at his question. You pull your head back and tilt his face up to look you in the eyes, but they’re still tightly shut. “Look at me,” you demand, your tone matching his from a moment ago. You feel him stiffen slightly at the intensity of your words, but his dark eyes open to meet your own. 

Your hands find his cheeks, cupping his face, and you press your forehead back into his. Your eyes never leave his, and you can feel his grip against your back finally start to soften as he focuses on you instead of what you’ve done. 

“I did it.” You pause for a moment, still staring at him. God, he was so stupid. You swipe your thumb across his freckles, wiping the tears from his sad, sweet eyes. “Because you deserve to be saved.”

Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

aureate ichor

gn!reader, sagau/cult!au, imposter!au

characters mentioned : zhongli, ei (raiden shogun), venti

warnings : religious connotations, violence, beheading, death.

“i have seen the way you worship them,” you start off slow, voice hoarse from being deprived of water for days on end. you could feel the grime between your fingernails; the wounds, cuts and bruises that littered your body; the sweat that rolled down your back and the piercing gazes from citizens.

the archons had been kind enough to allow you to have final words as they force you onto your knees; wrists and ankles bound with thick rope that dig into your skin, head hung low.

though, as soon as the bell atop the tower rings, your beheading was to be issued.

you hoped you could get under their skin a final time. to send a shiver down their spine. perhaps, a flashing thought of mercy. though, you realise, that may be pushing it. taking a deep breath to relax your nerves, you continued.

“how you answer their every beck and call.”

you hear the fake god ask for more jewels - bigger and shinier than the ones they already have.

you think for a moment that such a demand would be almost impossible, but the servants that surround them answer with no hesitation.

“how you would kiss the ground they stand on.”

“of course, your excellency.”

“the prayers you send.”

“o divine one, please heal my mommy from her sickness…” a child asks to the stone statue, on their knees with hands clasped. you watch and wonder if they’re aware of the hunt for your head.

weeks later, you learn that the child’s mother passed away.

“the gifts they receive.”

alters for the creator were littered in offerings. ranging from golden sewn clothing from only the wealthiest of the land, to wooden toys and paper origami children on the streets worked all week on.

“the praise.”

you could hear hymns and prayers from the cathedral, praising the fake’s name and all that they have done for teyvat.

how they created salvation, nurtured it to perfection.

you scoffed.

“the love.”

their ‘god’ was adorned in silks and heavy jewellery, not that you would actually want them, but, the thought of this person taking advantage of the pure belief and adoration these people had was disgusting.

they were surrounded by so much love, handled with such tender and gentle hands. but those same hands had thrown rocks at you, threatened you with their weapons and words.

tired of your rambling, zhongli’s fury is felt within the ground, his voice booming over the civilians’ rioting, “silence! you are nothing but a filthy-” you cut him off, lifting your head as much as you could to meet his glowing amber eyes.

“-you archons are always claiming how you’re their most devout followers, the only true worshippers,” rolling your eyes, you aired quotation marks with restricted hands. with how everyone in teyvat has treated you, it was only right that you deserved to make such a mockery of them and their stupidity.

“you!-”

“-that only you know everything about your benevolent and oh-so-merciful god,” you look straight at the imposter, a little coy, adding just a pinch more salt. it was almost unbelievable to you how ignorant and selfish the characters, ones that you once loved, acted. how they accused you of doing such a thing out of your control.

you chuckle in despair as you catch the raiden shogun and venti cover their god behind them, as if protecting them from you. as if you were the danger threatening their life. you, you, yOU, YOU-

…

…sigh…

inhale.

exhale.

inhale.

it had been a long time since you have accepted your fate. almost half a year of hiding. running. surviving. it was too much, you thought. the pain, the fatigue, the hate. all of it was all too much for you to bare for any longer.

“humour me, o loyal and faithful acolytes!-”

ding ! dong ! ding ! dong !

sending a cocky and manic smile to the civilians, your eyes meet the child’s whose mother had died months prior. they gripped the hand of who you assume to be their father.

you spat out one last retort as the blade descends down to meet your neck.

the archons had full view of the hopelessness and craze swirling in your eyes, the emotions burning brighter than the setting sun. the breeze that caresses your exposed skin tenderly, grew stronger and unforgiving as your tattered clothing danced along with its tune. your voice bellows with their song.

“-what colour does your god bleed?”

s l i c e !

t h u m p !

On my hands and knees begging for a fic where vi mocks the readers moans and the reader is super into it

bitch you’re fucking sick in the head. i love it. some kindaaaa spicy, borderline bdsm stuff below so read forth with caution! there’s aftercare tho. and 18+ as always.

vi’s trying to commit this version of you to memory: dazed and fucked out, tears streaking down your cheeks, your hands tensed around fistfuls of the bedsheets. your cunt is spread wide and puffy for her, so slick it damn near glistens in the dim bedroom lighting. dark, angry-looking hickeys decorate your complexion, and vi can’t even remember when she sucked bruises into certain parts of you - had she really spent so much time latched to your left hip? the inside of your wrist?

whatever, it’s not important. shes supposed to be focusing on giving you what you want - what you need. what you’ve been begging for since she’d first bit into the flesh where your shoulder and neck connect. it’s been two orgasms since then, and though you’re certainly more delirious now, drool weeping from the corner of your lips, eyes all faraway, you’ve still managed to keep up with the begging.

“please, vi,” you whisper, “please.”

your watery eyes search her frame, something akin to relief washing over your features when you process the fact that vi’s already slipped into her harness. there’s a wrinkle between your brows when you pout like this, and vi wants to lean over and kiss it.

“so needy,” she says instead, shuffling forward on her knees to settle herself between your legs. “can’t stop begging for it, huh?”

she grins when you nod along with what she’s saying, and through your lust-foggy gaze, you think briefly how hot it is when she smiles like that, lip scar stretching just so.

the thought disappears as quickly as it came, though, because now vi’s pushing the tip of her strap through your folds, moving with ease through the wetness spread through your twitching cunt.

“fuuuuck,” she hisses. her gaze is settled on your spread pussy, watching it drool onto the silicon. there’s something else she’d like to commit to memory.

she plays with you a bit more - she’s always liked to play with her food. you’re whimpering and gasping as she curls her hand around her strap, working it upward from your entrance to the puffy bud of your clit. the slick, wet sounds of each movement go right to her own clit, and she’d be lying if she told you she wasn’t leaking through her briefs right now.

“god, vi, i can’t—” you cut yourself off with a high, drawn-out moan, eyes crossing, because vi’s drawing circles over your clit with the strap.

“please,” you say again. and again, and again - a chorus of “please, please, please” until vi’s finally had enough. she pushes her hips into yours, sinking so deep inside of you that you swear you can feel her in your throat.

“that what you need, princess?” vi asks, voice hoarse. battle-rough hands smooth over the soft curves of your hips, and she digs her thumbs into the flesh to steady herself as she pulls out again, only to sheath herself back into you a moment later. all you can manage is a shaky moan in response, front teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“what was that?” vi says as she slams into you again, repeating the motion in quicker succession. “couldn’t hear you.”

you moan again, back arching off the bed, and this time, vi laughs. but as humorous as she finds your inability to answer, it doesn’t keep her from fucking into you faster, rougher. your cunt opens smoothly around her, takes her like it’s made for this.

“try that again,” vi tells you. she waits for that soft, whiny, pathetic moan again, and when the sound tears from your throat, she chuckles again - then, throwing her head back in a melodramatic imitation of you, she makes that same sound herself. she moans like you do, like you are right now - too fucked out to say any real words.

vi’s still fucking you through her mocking imitation, though. “hear that? s’what you sound like, cupcake. fucking needy.”

your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but there’s another flood of warmth elsewhere - your cunt gushes impossibly wetter. you moan again, trying for that over-exaggerated, pornstar-type sound, and whatever you do works, because vi’s red-faced and lust-drunk. she fucks you into the mattress at a dizzying pace, and all you can do is lie there and take it, moaning and gasping her name, your mouth releasing an endless stream of ah, ah, ah…

and vi mocks you at every opportunity, laughing with that self-satisfied grin on her lips, hips snapping forward to pull more of those sounds out of you.

after, when she’s made you cream on her strap at least twice, she smooths a hand through your hair and kisses that wrinkle between your brows.

“that was hot, you know,” you say, nuzzling into her jawline. she smells like sweat and sex and musk, that characteristically vi scent that’s always so intoxicating. “you mocking me, i mean.”

“figured you liked it,” vi says with a poorly-concealed smirk. “guess i’ll have to humiliate you more next time.”

“shut up.” you shove her away, but when she pulls you back in against her naked chest, smothering you in kisses, you can’t help but beam.

tapes

ran haitani x fem!reader ft sanzu haruchiyo

ran 'accidentally' sends your sex tape to haruchiyo.

tags: accidental voyeurism, sex tapes, dirty talk, oral, implied threesome, finger sucking

word count: 2k

Ding.

Haruchiyo looks over at his dimly lit phone illuminating the corner of his bedroom. Laziness over takes him as he contemplates whether or not he should get out of bed to grab it or not. Looks like laziness won, his muscles relaxed against his bed, eyes closing ready to fall into slumber till a thought crosses his mind.

What if it's Mikey?

Haruchiyo shoots up from the bed to grab his phone, opening his messages ready to prepare himself for whatever Mikey might be sending him. But there wasn't a message from Mikey. No, instead a message from Ran fucking Haitani. Annoyance flows his veins. On a normal night, he would've ignored his message because he has better shit to do than text Ran. But for some reason, something possesses him to open the message.

He's met with a video. Which is odd. Him and Ran barely text, but when they do, it's short messages. Short and very dry messages. So obviously this peaked his interest. Clicking on the video was probably the best and worst mistake of his life. Best because, free home-made porn right? Worst because it's with you. 

You were laying stomach flat on the bed, fully closed with a pen between your teeth. Haruchiyo raised his brow confused, hoping this isn't some shitty stepbro type acting porn. You turn to face the phone, eyes shifting from directly to the camera, then gaze moving upwards, presumably to the man behind the phone. "...Why are you filming me?" Face shifting into a smile, removing the pen from your mouth. "Ran, am I in trouble?" 

"Nah."

You blink, face shifting into a frown, "Sooo, why are you filming me? Wait! Are you making a sex tape?" Ran's silence speaks volumes. "Oh, my god. You're such a perv!" You laugh and grab the nearest pillow and throw it at the phone. Ran laughs and drops the phone on the bed. Haruchiyo shifts on his bed, finger tapping the screen, revealing there's another 8 minutes left. 

"Ran, this is crazy. A tape?" You giggle as Ran leaves kisses all over your neck. Bringing your arms around his neck you pull him closer and tilt your head to the side. Soft moans escaping your lips. 

"C'mon, please? Don't you ever wanna seee yourself from my point of view?" Ran says against your skin, lips travelling upwards to your earlobes. "Please baby?" You groan and pull his face out to face you. Staring into his deep violet hues, you bite your lip and scan over his entire face.

"Okay, fine. Get the phone."

Ran quickly grabs the phone and sets it on the bedframe, pointing down at the bed, both your bodies on full display. Ran spreads your legs apart, slotting his body between you, hovering over your face, he cups your chin and nudges your nose with his own, tilting your face into the perfect position and slots his lips agaisnt yours. You move to sit on your elbows, one hand reaching behind Ran's soft purple hair, lacing your fingers in his scalp.

"Did you bring the condoms?" You ask, biting his bottom lip, tugging on it until he reels his head back far enough for it to recoil back into position.

"Nah, I don't have any." Ran shifts on the bed, sitting on his knees, "you want me to go get some or--" You quickly grab his hand to stop him from leaving, shaking your head.

"No.. it's fine." You place your arms around his shoulders, sending him a suggestive look, leaning in to kiss him, "want to do it raw?"

Haruchiyo gulps , he feels like he should not be seeing this right now, but for some reason he can't stop watching. Did Ran mean to send him this? It seems like a very personal moment between the two of you. By the time Haruchiyo looks back down, the two of you are back to making out, except you're only in your bra and Ran's shirt is off. Ran slips hand inside your pants, fingers instantly finding your clit, rubbing soft circles and watching pleased as your back arches and hips stutter. "Fuck, Ran please." You moan against his lips, dragging his face back down to kiss him sloppily. 

Ran's thumb rubs your nub while sticking two fingers inside you, pumping his long fingers in and out until you're left nothing but heavy breaths and moans. "You gonna cum baby? Hm?" Ran whispers against your lips, eyes scanning your pretty features watching your brows knit together, eyes squeezing shut as his fingers bring you to your first orgasm. 

"I'm go-gonna shit-" Your back arches off the bed, hand gripping the sheets as your hips buck up and you cum all over his two fingers. Ran brings his fingers out and stuffs them in your mouth, eyeing your tongue as it darts out to lap up your slick.

"So slutty." Haruchiyo says, looking down at the buldge in his pants. No.. I can't do that. Y/N is my friend..... I can't look at her that way....

"I want you to fill me with your seed, then fuck it back into me, Ran."

Yeah fuck morals. Haruchiyo reaches inside his pants, cupping his erection, wishing the sensation he was feeling you instead.

"You got a filthy fuckin' mouth, y'know that?" Ran places his hand around your throat, applying slight pressure, not enough to hurt you. He reaches down and unbuttons his jeans and uses the grip on your throat to bring you down to your knees. You bite your lip as he pulls his jeans down and you're already reaching out to grab his cock from his boxers when he slaps your hand away. "So impatient, calm down."

You huff and sit back on the bed, frowning impatiently as he purposefully slows down his actions just to piss you off even more. "Ran, hurry up or I'll bite it off." 

"Shut up." Ran reaches past you, grabbing the phone and pointing it towards you. Haruchiyo quickly removes his cock from his briefs, palming his length as he watches you lean forward and lick Ran's tip. "Fuck........." he exhales as he rubs his thumb across his tip.

Your tongue swirls against the tip, teasing the pre cum that's forming on his tip. Closing your lips around the tip, you suck hard. Ran inhales sharply, hand gripping your hair making you wince and glare daggers into the camera. Ran sends you a wink that Haruchiyo can't see and gently pushes your head forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. "Yeah, just like that." 

Your tongue licks up his shaft as you bob your head, your spare hand reaching up to his hand on your head and pushing on it, indicating Ran should fuck your face. "You want me to fuck your face? Hm?" You nod, moaning around his length, eyes squeezing shut when he begins thrusting inside your mouth, choking loud. You leave his cock slick with your spit when you slide back up. 

You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head faster as you use your fingers to tickle his balls, impressed with yourself when you hear Ran's heavy breaths. "Shit-- keep going, just like that baby." You nod, speed increasing until Ran pulls you off.

"Wha- why did you-" You're cut off when Ran pushes lightly on your shoulder, guiding you flat on the bed.

Your gaze lands on his fingers as they rake themselves up and down your spread thighs, fingernails indenting cresents into your flesh. "Take these off." You happily obey, sitting up breifly, pulling the panties down to your ankles then kicking them off. Laying back down, you bite your lip, looking at Ran beneath your lashes as he rubs his tip along your folds. "Wait, nah, actually turn around."

You sit back up, getting on all fours and pushing your ass against his erection impatiently. "Ran, hurry uppppp."

"Just wait-" Ran places the phone down on the bed, placing one hand on your hip, the other hand on the base of his cock to ease himself inside of you. You moan and Haruchiyo swears it's music to his ears. Beating his cock faster as he listens to your whines and moans. 

"Pick up the fucking phone." Haruchiyo grunts, closing his eyes to imagine you getting fucked since Ran is too selfish to pick up the goddamn phone. Haruchiyo throws his head back as he listens to your pleas and begs as Ran slams his hips against your own. The clapping sound resonating through the phone as well as Ran's breathy grunts. By the time Haruchiyo looks back at the phone, he sees how pale your hands are from fisting the sheets as your body gets rocked forward.

"Keep your hips up," Ran laughs sadisticallly, watching you struggle to keep yourself up.

"I- I can't." You cry, your current tone completely contrasting your confident demeanour not even two minutes ago. Haruchiyo thinks you look beautiful like this. In fact, his breath hitches when you turn back and look at the camera, eyes glossy from the tears pooling around your eyes. You stay quiet for a while, burying your face deep into the pillow as Ran fucks you. Eventually, Ran takes pity on you and slows down his pace but keeps the thrusts just as brutal. Your eyebrows soften for a second before twisting again when Ran speeds up his thrusts. "Shit!" You cry out, reaching behind you grab his hands to attempt to slow him down.

Ran pauses upon feeling your hands, "Hm?" 

"Just give me a minute--" You swallow, panting hard as you try to give yourself a breather. Ran stills inside of you, tossing the phone on the bed and Haruchiyo groans out loud, pissed off that he can't even see anything anymore. He gets impatient and skips the video that's currently 5 minutes in to around 7 minutes, and sees the camera still hasn't been picked up.

"Ran, keep going," you whisper softly as Ran kisses your neck, fingers digging into the flesh of his back as he pushes himself in deeper.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, I'm gonna cum-"

"Inside me please." You beg breathlessly chanting his name out on repeat. You can feel him throb inside you, indicating he's so close to his release. "Please keep going, please, don’t stop, please, keep, so, close.” you sing as you get closer to your release and then the coil snaps and heat is exploding through your stomach, and into your throat where you cry out his name. He continues to thrust into you and rub against your clit until your legs are twitching with the stimulation.

Couple more seconds later then his hips start to break down and he groans loudly as his hot cum fills inside you. You watch through half lidded eyes as his face releases in pleasure, head tipping backwards. 

Haruchiyo is about to close out of the video when he hears the camera shuffle and quickly looks at his phone. The camera is filled with Ran's seed dripping out of your pussy and onto your plush thighs then down to the sheets."You still want me to fuck it back into baby?" Ran asks, dipping his fingers inside your cum filled hole. You pull his fingers out, examaning his cum on the tip of his fingers and stuff them into your mouth. 

Ran and Haruchiyo both watch with wide eyes as you lick his fingers clean, popping his fingers out your mouth and smiling, "Does that answer your question?"

The video ends and Haruchiyo has never sat up faster in his life. "That's it?!" Haruchiyo closes out of the video and refreshes his conversation with Ran. "Where's the rest?" Haruchiyo starts typing.

1:23AM | Haruchiyo: wheres part 2?

1:34AM | Ran: at yours whenever you're free

1:36AM | Haruchiyo: stop fucking with me

1:37AM | Ran: its Y/N typing btw ran told me to send this to u