Oh, Royal Lust Event nsfw & sfwroyal AU event ~(One Piece & Bleach)
Welcome to the new event guys!
Are you lusting for some Royal content? Ready to fight for the crown with your fave characters? Discover the secrets of the princesses and princes? Maybe break the rules? In the name of love or lust, here we go!
Will open requests in 2 rounds (if there are more requests or you want more). No more than 2 requests for the same character!
First Round ➡ Available Slots: 0/ 7➡FULL! Second Round ➡ Available slots: 0/7➡FULL!
❥Rules
The rules are -as always- the following: Please be polite! A hello and thanks is enough! The requests can beNSFW or SFW, please state it in your request. You can choose different types of monarchy besides the classic European. Such us: Emperor (China, Japan, etc), Sultan, Emir, Pharaoh, any you’d like me to include. I have a list of prompts you can request from, though is not mandatory! You can send me any idea, or I can choose for you!Include: character (One Piece / Bleach)(no minors please, if you ask for Ichigo, Uryuu, etc please state adult! x as in the last chapters of manga),gender of reader, prompt (if you want) & any further information you would like me to include. if NSFW➡ You can ask for specific kinks. All kinks are allowed, except non con, incest (blood related), underage.
➡ Request example: Law x F! Reader, prompt, NSFW kinks: bondage.⬅
❥Some Prompts (Not mandatory, you can give me another one or I can pick one for you)
Arranged marriage
Breaking the rules of the royalty
Rebellious Prince/Princess
Royal’s secrets
Masquerade Ball
A buffoon for the King/Queen
The Prince/Princess of the Enemies’ Kingdom.
The Knight who cares for the Prince/Princess.
Secret Mission: assassinate the King/Queen/Prince/Princess and falling in love
➡ nsfw. Demon! Roronoa Zoro x F! Reader x Sanji ~ Stay Away From The King of Hell ~
Hi guys! I wanted to write a little scenario and I ended up with an nsfw fic including Sanji into a bisexual fantasy Also, my beautiful friend @the-witch-of-one-piece gave me the idea of making these demon! Zoro stories a serie! If you like the idea please tell me so I can keep writing them :3
tw: nsfw. Zosan action. dp. dom! demonic! Zoro. Sub! Reader. Sub! Sanji. Zoro is possessed so he will be acting like the devil, don’t expect a romantic fic here :P
wc: 3.5k
He hasn’t been the same since Wano. Zoro has changed. None of you dared to say nothing, but every one of you noticed. A growing appetite for red meats… raw red meats. The bloodier, the better. Sanji is not trying to stop him any longer.
“What are we going to do?” every nakama ask when Zoro is taking one of his usual naps. Yet, things have changed there too… He only sleeps during the day and never during the nights.
“(Name), do you have any idea?” Nami asks you because you are Zoro’s predilect nakama. He has a special affinity for you, and you for him. Love? Yeah, maybe you two are in love. But Zoro doesn’t care. He protects you, yes. But he doesn’t care about the tags. Sex? Of course… but not since Wano.
Zoro has been avoiding sleeping next to you, touching, kissing, grazing you. And you been doing the same… all of you have. The image of his transformation still lingers your memories, from dying to that… thing. Feral, drooling, so ready to drink the blood of his enemies. Purple and green, he looked like the King of Hell…
Zoro is the King of Hell.
He grunts during his sleep, who knows against what he is fighting. Is that thing going to sprout from his insides once again? When you are asleep? During the day? During the night?
“You should go and talk to him, (Name)-chwan. You are the one who spoke to him the last time. I’ll be backing you up in case he goes feral” Sanji suggests, and he is right. The only voice able to calm him down was yours.
“Fine” you mumble, not sure. That man right there… is still your lover? Is Roronoa Zoro still? You take a look at his sleeping position against the mast of the Thousand Sunny Go as the Sun slowly hides over the horizon. His jaw tensed, his arms muscles spasming. His nails have grown slightly longer and now are carving in his own palms as he clenches his hands.
He has periods of normality, but usually he isolates himself. Away from you, from your crew. But for how long this situation will go on? It’s time to act.
An icy full moon shines now over a black firmament full of stars, and you, wary walk towards him. He is now awake, hands behind his head, his katanas on his right side (good sign) and steel eye fixed on the moon.
The sound of your steps over the deck alerts him, in a sudden and violent motion he looks at you and you freeze.
His aura it’s perceivable, more than always. Nobody has such an intimidating sight like him, and as now you all know, that aura comes from nothing else than a real demon.
You can feel Sanji’s flames igniting around his ankles at your back, yet he still says nothing. Normally, he would shout at him to stop but not now. The mission consists of talking to Zoro in the most peaceful way possible.
“Why are you coming, (Name)?” Zoro asks, once his sight has returned and fixed into the moon. “I- I miss you, Zoro” you mumble, because you do, and think that if you talk about your feelings he would somehow, treat you kindly.
“I told you not to come closer” Zoro grunts, the veins on his temple growing and pumping. “Oi Marimo…” Sanji grunts back, already losing the little patient he has left. How dare he speak like that to a woman?
“Cook, you too. Please” the green haired samurai says, surprisingly politely and trying to calm himself with all of his strength. Sanji’s brows twitch. That’s not how Zoro would normally talk to him, not even ask something with “please”.
You turn around to look at your blonde nakama, tears are flooding your eyes. “I’m sorry” Sanji mouths, and dares to place one of his hands on your shoulder. Wrong decision.
In less than a second, as fast as possible, even more than Sanji’s super speed, Zoro appears at your back. His eye fixes on Sanji’s hand and then into the blonde’s eye. You stay froze, eyes widened, a cold shiver running through your back. The tingling sound of Zoro’s sharp blades, and the draining effect of Enma could be felt on your and Sanji’s bodies.
You swallow, tilting your head to the side as Zoro’s big, veiny, calloused hand now rests on your free shoulder. Sanji’s blue visible eye holds a flame inside, and you could only think Zoro’s probably too.
“Sanji… why are you touching her?” Zoro whispers, holding a beast about to burst. Both, Sanji and you, gasp to hear Zoro naming him for the very first time. “Zoro… I was just comforting her. She wanted to talk to you, and you pushed her away” Sanji firmly, also naming him, says.
A silence, that seems eternal, you unable to move wait for the inevitable to happen in a matter of seconds. But none of them move, and it seems as if your body was the perfect shield, the only thing that was holding Zoro back.
But you were wrong and in a sudden motion, Zoro’s hand end up under your chin, squeezing your cheeks with his fingers. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” he asks, completely unexpectedly. Zoro has never ever pronounced the world fuck in front of anybody, and you are sure not even in front of you either.
Sanji gets angrier and angrier, and he knows too well he could handle Zoro in his demon form just fine, but you are in the middle, and he has to protect you. “Marimo, stop this. Let her go, you are hurting her. You know that I’m not attacking you because she is in the middle” he says. “Let her go, now”.
“You haven’t answered yet. You wanna fuck her, Sanji?” Zoro asks again, pronouncing the chef’s name in a rather lustful tone. The green haired demon tilts your head to the side and licks in the most sinful possible way your cheek.
You react to his touch almost immediately, scared but so needy for it. “And I bet you want to fuck him, too… don’t you?” Zoro whispers into your ear, warmth breath, making your skin go all bumpy.
From Sanji’s nose, the most delicate little thin red line falls. Of course, this makes him aroused, but you seem to be in danger and inside him a storm of contradictions take place. “Let her go, Marimo” he screams, trying to kick him.
But your lips semi opened with ectasis expression, the teasing, even Zoro’s shameless speech is killing him, and he loses focus. So much he does, Zoro easily stops him from keep moving.
Enma’s edge to his neck, making his marked chin go up to avoid being beheaded. “Marimo… what…?” he stutters with a mix in between anger, hornyness and fright in his voice.
Zoro smirks and licks his upper lip. “Now you two are gonna get what you’ve been looking for. I told you not to come closer, and still you did. As the King I am you should comply” he states, passing his free hand now over your breasts.
You gasp and press your legs together; you need to give your throbbing sex some kind of release. You would lie if this weren’t something you have dreamt of many times but… is this moral? Is this safe?
“I can smell how wet you are from here, (Name)” Zoro mumbles, once again presenting beasty characteristics. “You want this, don’t you? Then turn around for your King, come on” he orders you and you do.
Sanji tries to tell you stop, but the metallic cold feeling of Enma’s blade on his Adam’s apple as it moves makes him shut up immediately.
Zoro’s hand land on Sandai Kitetsu that up until now was hanging from his hips so gracefully. “Marimo…” Sanji moans, this time he is really scared. “Shh I’m not gonna hurt her, just wanna get rid of those clothes”
Just the tip of his blade is enough to cut your shorts, shirt, and bra in the middle. Both pieces fall to the side exposing your whole anatomy to him. Your hands are behind your back, and your widened eyes express fear and lust.
Sanji’s nosebleed is now profuse, and that’s just more fuel to the flame.
“Sanji… you know how much I need blood, don’t you?” Zoro says, still with Enma to the cook’s neck and with a demonic expression. Sanji simply nods, barely moving any muscle and waits for the King of Hell’s next movement.
The little drops that fall from the blonde’s nose, trail a path from it towards his lips. Ferrous taste invading his mouth, inviting Zoro to drink from such ambrosia. “Stay still, Sanji” he commands, and the blade of his sword barely grazes the white skin up from his neck to his lips collecting drops of it in it.
Zoro takes Enma to his mouth, licking the blood off from it in the most lascivious imagery. “Zo-“ Sanji lips tremble, excitedly, horny? You don’t get exactly what’s going on and still rejoice on living it.
“Hah, they say princes have blue blood… but yours it’s so red and delicious” Zoro grunts, now taking his steely iris to yours. He is marking his next victim, and oh girl, your naked body in front of him it’s the one.
Your nipples get hard with the breeze of the night in the Grandline. Every nakama went to sleep as planned, you all needed full calm around Zoro in order to talk to him… but plans changed just a little…
“Come closer” the swordsman tells you, and as you do his mouth quickly land on your breasts. Sharp fangs, yet still human, nibble on your sensitive buttons. He pulls, bites and sucks. You whine, with your palm covering your mouth and closing your eyes as you feel despicable for enjoying this.
But Zoro is not ashamed, and nor seems Sanji. He sucks and fix his eye into his partner, showing him a lustful show and a bisexual fantasy. Will Sanji succumb to such thing? The Devil is known to tempt his victims and that’s exactly what Zoro is doing.
Zoro’s tongue sticked out plays with your nipple, the wind now freeze and make them even harder. Hard like Sanji’s crotch, hard, dripping, staining his black trousers with salty, sticky precum.
“Look at you, cook… so miserable” Zoro laughs, and moves Enma down indicating his friend to kneel on the deck of the Thousand Sunny go. “Come here crawling and undress me”.
You open your eyes, is this happening for real? Will Sanji comply to such orders?
And he does. You don’t know exactly if it’s just Zoro’s aura that’s able to make people move as he pleases or is that Sanji is really doing this because he wants it. But he does, and his skilful hands began unbuttoning Zoro’s green coat until the top half part of it hangs at each side of his hips.
Sanji’s pointy perfect nose barely graze Zoro’s hipbones, inhaling the scent of his caramel, covered in scars, skin. “Calm down, Sanji…” Zoro scolds him, as if he was lesser than a pet. Though Sanji seemed to be drooling over both of yours and Zoro’s half nudity.
“Let me ask you again, Sanji… Do you wanna fuck her?” Zoro asks, pushing the Germa prince, making him fall back on his ass. Sanji blinks, looking at him and then at you. “I- I…”
“Say you want it, Sanji-kun~” you moan, both because you want it and also because Zoro’s knee is playing in between your thighs now. “The little slut wants you, cook… come on”
Zoro turns you around and makes you walk towards the railing. “Arms on the rail, spread” he commands, using Sandai Kitetsu’s blade in between your legs. His heavy hand on your head, pulling from your hair to make you face him. “Are you gonna let the cook fuck you rough? Hm?” he asks, smirking and licking the commissure of his lips where a trail of Sanji’s dried blood rests.
You nod, panting as the excitement and exhilaration of this whole situation is making you act like a needy mess. “Good whore, serving your King as you should” he spits, putting your head down so your back arches and your ass ends lifted up.
Sanji still on the floor, startled to even say something look like a starving animal, drooling and needy to touch, to lick, to fuck you. “Come here, Sanji. Show me how you fuck her”
As fast as Zoro has said that to him, the cook is up walking towards you two to fulfil the duty of fucking you just as you asked him to. His soft, cared palms land on the small of your back and him, desperately, doesn’t even wait to undress he just lowers his zipper to stick himself inside you.
But the demon inside Zoro won’t let him do such terrible thing, oh no. And instead, Zoro wants to have a little bit more fun…
“As I thought, desperate. Cook, should I teach you how it’s done?” Zoro says, stopping Sanji as his arm passes from the back all across the cook’s belly. “Zoro- why?” Sanji pants and protests and lets you dripping wet as he hasn’t filled you up with his dick yet.
Zoro’s cynic laugh resonates in both of you. You are so drawn to touch yourself; you can’t take it anymore. “Look Sanji, look. Look how the whore is touching herself. She wants our dicks to fill her up” the swordsman whispers into Sanji’s ear, grazing it with his lips.
Sanji trembles, both because he wants to fuck you and because of the intense teasing, the sinful act of succumbing to a man’s touch. Him, Vinsmoke Sanji, a Casanova, getting harder because of a man doing that to him. What a contradiction, what a beautiful, libidinous temptation.
The blonde’s mind becomes blurry, he needs release, and the now drops of drools from Zoro’s bite on his neck ends up with him completely surrendered and whatever he wants to do with him.
Much to Sanji’s surprise, Zoro gently unbuttons his shirt as he asks for him to unbuckle his belt. “See her dripping cunt? She is getting off just by hearing us do this” he whispers, voice getting lower and raspier. And hell, Zoro is right. You can’t help but trace circles on your clit as you can barely see them so close, so lasciviously almost dancing with the other. What’s inside of Zoro is definitely changing everything, not only in between you two, but his whole relationship with his nakamas… specially with Sanji.
Zoro’s hardness pressed against the cook’s back. Calloused hands that now reach for white, scarless abs, go up and down. And Sanji’s nape rests on Zoro’s shoulder with his lips semi open, subdued to the most carnal desires.
“Give me your hand, cook” Zoro commands, and surrounding one of Sanji’s hands he takes it to his lower belly, going down in a painful slow-motion. “Zoro… please” Sanji begs, at this point he wants to be touched.
“Don’t rush, cook” the swordsman says, biting once again his neck this time feeling sharper than before. Zoro’s demon is blooming, manifesting in his physical traits… and none of you have a problem with it. The first time you saw that creature you didn’t thought it was horrible, but sexy, worthy of a dark God, hybrid human with a feral façade and attitude. Feral, scary, but absolutely irresistible.
Sanji’s hand with Zoro’s around it finally get to the prince’s throbbing shaft. The sticky wetness that has left the trousers of the cook damped bathe Zoro’s back of his hand. “Ah… Sanji…” he grunts, allowing the trousers that barely hang from Sanji’s prominent hipbones to slide down to the ground.
Exposed milky crotch, reddish, almost purple tip sprouting slippery arousal product. Fingers around his shaft, up and down, pumping together. Whet teeth carving marks on fair shoulders, making Sanji whine uncontrollably, with tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
“I’m gonna… cum” Sanji states, trembling, realizing Zoro has become fully transformed and even tiny horns have grown from his forehead. You on the verge of maybe the second orgasm already, have your sight fixed on them as they even haven’t noticed you are there.
“You are not cumming until I tell you so, Sanji. You, (Name) who told you to stop? Prepare your cunt we are gonna fuck you now” he conducts, and you, as fast as possible return to your position of hands on the rail and ass up for them.
Zoro stops jerking Sanji and makes him come closer to your entrance. “If you are gonna cum, you are gonna do it inside of her”. He doesn’t wait and guides his partner’s dripping dick inside of your clenching walls. You moan, loudly, causing your whines to be heard all over the Grandline vast ocean being plied by your ship.
“Sh, whore” Zoro let Sanji alone, who at this point is fucking you mercilessly. “Suck it” he commands, while the green robe ends up completely on the ground as well as his black pants. His hardness so tempting, multiplied by the effect of black patterns drawn over his skin, specially from his hip bones down.
You receive his sex in your mouth, allowing to be choked with salty delight sprouting from it. Thrusts at your back, thrusts on your mouth, pulling from your hair, and Sanji’s nails carving at each side of your glutes. Breaking you in half, the wings of the Pirate King destroy you. Your legs turn weaker and weaker. Almost impossible to stay standing, your knuckles become white from how hard you are gripping to the railing not to fall.
When Sanji show inevitable signs of bursting, Zoro who hasn’t ever stopped fucking your mouth snatches the blonde’s cheeks. “Look at your face, little whore” he smirks, enjoying the rapt expressions of Sanji’s upcoming orgasm.
A moan ripped from his throat, breathed into Zoro’s mouth as he bites the cook’s pinkish juicy lips. A moan followed by yours, feeling so full of Sanji’s release you also cum moaning around Zoro’s hard shaft.
“Good you too, but it’s not the end… who should I fuck first?”
Pushing Sanji back, making his cum drip from your entrance through your thighs and into the floor, Zoro turns you around. You gasp, still trembling for the past orgasm. The look into his eyes have changed even more, and the steel colour of his irises is covered by a purple gaze.
“Zoro…” you stutter. “King of Hell, little whore” he corrects you and lifts you up sitting you on the rail. Dangerously balancing yourself your legs surround his waist and your hands grab his little horns. “Hah, the whore found a good use for these” he laughs, looking up towards his little sprouting protrusions.
He doesn’t wait and impales you, even if your overly sensitive entrance would use some rest, he won’t give you the pleasure to do so. His hips, strong and merciless move in and out of you, and his sharp teeth graze your lips painfully making them bleed a little.
The ferrous taste of your red vital fluid makes him even feral, and you feel as if your insides are being ripped. But you don’t care, you want more, more and more. You want that beast to go in so deep, deepest every time. You look at the muscles of his body tense, his mandible, the perfection of the scar crossing his chest tensing too.
A quick look at the side towards the man who had just fucked you some minutes ago gives you the imagery of a blond already hard again, jerking him off, fixing his sight in the way Zoro fucks you and you enjoy being impaled.
“Sanji, little whore, come here” Zoro manages to say, in between guttural demonic grunts and sweaty temples. And Sanji, as if he knew exactly what his friend wanted comes closer to you too. You open your eyes and look at them kiss in the most passionate, lecherous way. It makes you wanna join, and so you do, slowly but surely.
Three tongues dancing with each other, strings of saliva forming in between them, the most sinful attitude, worthy of the very King and vassals of hell.
“Fuck her too, stretch this cunt with me” Zoro commands his friend and so that’s what the blonde does. Zoro walks a little back so Sanji can fit in between you and the railing and when it’s all set his dick slides inside you. It stretches you to no extent, the grazing of both of them sexes inside you, pumping in and out in unison. Sanji’s little whines on your ear, Zoro’s grunt on your lips…
Trembling, coming. Coming them too, your uterus full of their releases. Your skin with marks, scratches of Zoro’s longer nails, the dried blood of your bitten lips… Let’s descend to hell and never come back…
“That’s why I told you to stay away from me, (Name), Sanji… I haven’t still tamed my demon… and it’s so hungry”
It’s kind of a painful experience for his crew watching the two of you. Killer wants to slam his head into a pillar and chuck his mask into the abyss with his captain sometimes
There’s not a confession, really. Just a declaration of “you’re mine!” especially if there was a chance of losing you and he was frustrated enough
His actions speak louder than words, with that being said, he has lowkey physical affection. Like if he’s jealous, he’ll straight up make out with you while glaring at the person who’s making him jealous. But he won’t like do vulnerable actions like kissing your forehead for example
The closest “I love you” is when you say it first and he goes “I’m with you, aren’t I? So you know how I feel”
“I love you” really only comes out when he’s feeling vulnerable or can sense that you need to hear it
He’s not used to soft touches and you’ll have to introduce him to them, it’s one of the for sure ways to embarrass him or get him flustered
It’s nice to think that he doesn’t get mad at you but it’s Kid. He sometimes picks fights because he’s always on the defense. Him and Killer have always had to defend themselves so he’s always on fight or flight mode
When he’s not so angry, he’ll try to act like everything is normal and you’ll have to bring up the argument and ask to properly make up
He hates when you’re around other captains. Like if you find Luffy endearing or Law cool, he’ll hide you behind him and pick a fight with them
Even with his hot-headedness, he takes the opinions of his crew highly with Killer and you being at the top
He doesn’t care for anniversaries or anything commemorative because he gives you little trinkets throughout your relationship whenever he feels like it so it doesn’t matter to him
He gets a big head whenever you brag about him or insist to others that he’s gonna be king with the One Piece. His crew believes in him too but there’s something about those comments coming from you that makes his ego inflate but also his heart
WANO SPOILERS UNDER HERE
Wano is where he’s dealing with the most emotional blows. He was in frustrated tears with what happened to Killer, if anything happened to you, his whole world would shatter
After he escapes prison with Killer and gathers his crew, you have to comfort him when no one is around and reassure him of his captain role
There is no calming him from his rage at Kaidoh, Apoo, or Hawkins, so don’t try to sway him away from that
Before the big battle, he takes you away to his private quarters. It’s not fear or hesitance that he shows you. It’s like he’s reassuring himself that you’re no longer locked away from him, that you’re actually there
He’s willing to face the Yonko alone if it meant avenging you and his friends. He’ll never give mercy to those that have hurt you
Author Note: Happy New Year! This is in celebration of Ace’s birthday. Please fill out the form at the end because I want to write these as motivation to write throughout the year for these characters as a birthday thing. I can’t remember if I tried it before but let’s try it again! Form here and I tried for no spoilers
Portgas D. Ace:
Right off the bat, every single person on the Moby Dick wanted the two of you together. They would purposefully put you two alone or talk up the other when alone with either of you
Marco and Izo take credit for the two of you finally getting together, well, that’s what they tell people anyway
Look at those freckles man. He gets flustered and defensive when anyone else brings them up but when you give them attention, he gets shy and bashful
Kiss along his freckles and you might see a small flame erupt somewhere, he just grins and brushes off your concern as he tries to discreetly put it out
When you hold hands, you’ll notice how calloused they are and some burns that have long since healed from when he first got his devil fruit
He runs hot so he’s like a furnace. With that being said, he will get pouty when it’s summer and you don’t want to be near him
Bouncing off of that though, he’s the best source of comfort. He’s so warm that hugs with him are so much better
He loves being in physical contact with you at all times. Even the smallest interaction of linking pinkies will have him grinning
That being said, there are many times where he just puts all of his weight on you when he falls asleep, many times the Whitebeard pirates laugh at you before helping you get him off
It’s almost like you’ve known Luffy before even meeting him with how much Ace talks about him (he tells strangers about Luffy, of course, he’s gonna info dump on his lover)
(How do you not fall in love with Luffy after meeting him either)
He’s a big fan of laying his head on your lap and, like a puppy will nudge at your hand until it’s in his hair (will pout and huff until you do)
He loves grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together to give you a kiss
Speaking of kisses, whether it was quick, silly, long, passionate, or just a brush of lips, he’s grinning at the end of it
His other favorite spot to kiss you is your forehead. There’s just something about cupping your face and kissing your forehead that sends butterflies through hisstomach
Even with the busy crew life of the Yonko’s ship, they are quick to evacuate an area that Ace needs for a date
Obviously, there will be fights in relationships but Ace doesn’t like when he’s the reason you’re upset. He’s quick to offer a breather when it becomes too heated (he’s better at sensing when you’re angry and it literally becomes too hot when he’s angry)
He knows he’s in love with you but, when he can picture no one else in his future that he wants more than you, he knows he’s in deep
Speaking of ^, in the dead of night, he’ll hold you close and wonder out loud about your future together. He’ll get flustered if you answer him when he thought you were asleep but just grin and ask what you think
He’s a menace though, he’ll call you all sorts of nicknames, especially in front of the crew, so he can see you blush. They were jokes at first but even the cheesiest nicknames like “sugar plum” and “honey bee” sometimes slip out without him wanting to tease you
You look at him confused then look at the submarine, waiting for him to tell you what it means.
Your father uses his quirk to exchange the submarine for a pencil that was on your nightstand.
“This right here is a tree house” he says while showing it.
“… A tree house?” You look at him confused and doubtful.
Law chuckles at your reaction “Yes a tree house, I asked one of my friends to make it small, I built it with the gang when I was younger than you, on summer vacations, my gang and I would build it on Newgates backyard, Luffy-ya also built Merry Go Round there and did the same thing as I did, Nami or Usopp should have it”
He fixes himself and looks at you serious “This is how much I love and trust you” he puts the submarine on your hands as you hold it dearly.
“A friend of mine has the quirk to change an object size, that’s my whole childhood on your hands”
You put it on your lap and looks at it carefully, seeing all the details and that it was actually a submarine in small scale “Why are you doing this?” You frown and look at him.
“I’m sorry, I know I haven’t been the best dad in the world, or even a good one at that… I haven’t been the father you deserve, my kindhearted daughter” he holds your face with his big tattooed and and caresses your cheek with his thumb “I have been neglectful on America, and for that it took me years to notice that you were suffering in the hands of the person that gave birth to you, and for that I am-”
Your father’s eyes start to water as he looks at you, as he REALLY looks at you, your eyes may be e/c, but are shaped just like his, same goes to nose, even if a bit more delicate and soft looking, he has no doubts that you are his daughter.
“You mean the world to me, and I have done a shitty job of showing it, I am sorry for neglecting you, I am sorry for avoiding you, I am sorry not protecting you, I am sorry for having such a terrible mother I-” he hiccups and start to cry no longer being able to hold it back, his tears matching yours.
“Dad-”
“No” he shakes his head “don’t try to cover up, it was my mistake, as your father I should know better, I should do better, it wasn’t fair to you, and I don’t plan on ignoring my mistakes, I want to be your friend, to be someone you can trust, so please give me some time, so that I can be better for both of us, can you wait just a little longer?”
You nod eagerly and hug him very tight.
Law smiles and hugs you back both crying softly “Let’s do better, our family may be small but-” he chuckles petting your back “my friends can help in any place that I’m lacking, and also tell me when I’m being an asshole”
You giggle and part the hug “thank you dad” he caresses your face gently again and kisses both of your cheeks.
Giggling you push him away from you and pick up the yellow submarine that was on your lap “So you are giving it to me?”
He hums and shake his head “Not yet, maybe when you take the provisional license then we can talk about it”
Law uses his quirk to put the submarine back inside the bottle “Don’t forget to start thinking of your hero costume, since you will pass and get in UA’s hero course”
“You think so?” You look at him hopeful, and he smiles back at you getting up.
“I know so, but even if you don’t, there are other hero schools around Japan, I’m sure you can get in to Shiketsu, but that won’t be necessary”
“And why is that?” You tilt your head.
“Because you are receiving help from the Newgates, and they are the best at what they do, let me review what you did today?”
You groan thinking about all the homework “I think I’m dropping out”
Law laughed at that “No you’re not, I know you better than that, come on” he waits by the door and cross his arms.
You huff and get up following him to the couch where you tell and revise everything you had that day.
…
That was your daily routine, each morning and afternoon you had training and the classes, separated by good food and a much-needed break, some naps and lots of interaction with everyone, making you more out there, and more social, not that you notice.
But on the weekends hen you have free time you spend it with Izuku, making the two of you very close, you even meet his trainer that was kind of weird but you meet weirder people, but he was extremely skinny.
And today was just another Saturday with the two of them.
…
“And he just bounced off before we could finish training!* You say angrily while sitting on a bench with Toshinori-san, watching Midoriya dragging more stuff off the beach.
Toshinori-san laughs to the point of spitting blood and quickly cleans his mouth.
"I’m sure that his friends needed him” he tries to help, but fails miserably.
“Oh yeah?” You ask and quickly scrolls through your photo album, then you show him a picture of Luffy with his friend eating giant donuts “He’s helping with what? Cooking?” You huff at it.
(Official artwork+not mine)
“They had the audacity to post it! Urgh! I’m so angry!!”
Toshinori-san sighs and shakes his head “he must really like to eat”
You huff “he loves it, he prefers meat, but he would never say no to food”
“After that what did you do? Since he wouldn’t be able to help with your training?” He asks trying to not fall back to silence.
“Ace had to call Sabo, but he was busy, so Nami helped the best she could” you shiver at the memory of running from lightning and feeling the hair of your arms raise from thinking about it “gods, I hope Sabo-san answers next time”
You shout for Izuku to keep it up and go stand next to him trying to cheer him on.
Toshinori just watches silently, he doubts everything you tell him, he never heard of the Newgates family of pros, or anything about the “Straw hats”, or any other person you talk about.
But he knows you didn’t lie, since he does know those people you talk about, but they aren’t heroes, they are teachers and doctors and nurses or models, none of them were pro heroes, he would know if they were.
So he just thinks that you are lying to a random stranger as a way to protect yourself, even if he knows Izuku, it wouldn’t mean that he was to be trusted.
Toshinori decided to go along with your words and ask questions to try and pick any lie, but you never shy away from his questions or say anything in a way that isn’t what you told earlier.
Izuku didn’t tell you that he was All Might, only that he is a hero and wanted to train young Midoriya.
You loved to cheer him on.
…
After training, you two jogged to a lamen place near the beach.
“You did better this time!” You say while waiting for your food.
“You think so?” He asks hopeful.
“Hell yeah! I’m sure you’re going to make it in time, last week seemed harder for you, you’re progressing just fine”
Izuku sniff and start to cry softy, with a smile on his face.
Two bowls of lamen are served for the two of you, and a portion of kara-age with it.
You drink your tea and start to eat, he does the same.
“It’s a shame that Toshinori-san had to go, this is really good”
Izuku nods “He’s a busy man! Maybe next time?”
You nod and focused on eating.
“Did I ever question you on your quirk?” He asks himself.
Shrugging “Don'know" you say between bites.
"I think that-”
“Izuku… Please stop talking, you need your energy back, and I have some extra classes after this”
“I’m sorry! I just- wait! Extra classes? Aren’t you like… Homeschooled?” He asks ignoring your glare.
“Yes” you sigh and looks away “I’m bad at geography, Nami is giving me more classes after this”
He chuckles and looks at his bowl of food.
“What’s funny about that?” You ask defensive.
He quickly shakes his hands “I’m not laughing at you! It’s just… You’re so good at a lot of things! I never thought that you would be bad at something like that”
“I’m actually bad at a lot of things! I don’t know how you can see only the good part” you tie your hair up as it starts to get in your food.
“Really?! Like what?” Izuku opens his notebook and takes a pencil, read to start writing.
You hum and look up thinking a little “I’m a very bad singer! I’m bad at sleeping-”
He looks weirdly at you “wait- how can you be bad at sleeping?”
You chuckle “The only reason for me to not have deep eye mark of sleepless nights is because of my daily skin care routine! Robin and Nami are very good at giving advice” nodding to yourself, you eat more before talking.
“But again.. I’m not very good at running, I have a weird obsession with hearts, and I dislike the color pink, I’m bad at dancing and paying attention, I’m very luck that the Newgates opened their arms for me, I would be having a very hard time with classes and with japanese in general, too much etiquette rules, also my calligraphy is very shitty” you finish eating and drinking your tea.
Izuku looks back at his bowl just to see all his lamen had turned cold and soggy “My food!” He panics.
You laugh at him “next time eat first” getting up you pat his shoulder twice “I have to get going, Nami is a very hardheaded teacher”
Stopping by the door you turn back to him “oh! I will start to train with my quirk, so I won’t be able to meet you for the next month or so”
He jumps out of his chair and runs to you “but we only have three months more before the test!!”
“So?” You ask tilting your head.
“We-… We won’t be able to see each other until the test?” He questions while looking down with a frown.
You look at his sad form and pats his head “Hey… We will be talking with each other by text, don’t be like that Izuku, I’m not dying”
He chuckles at that and looks at you still sad “I know it’s just… You’re my first friend since kachaan, and… I really like being with you…”
“I like being with you too, you are my first Japanese friend, but it’s just for a while…. If you are sooooo sad about it… We can pink promise on it” you say raising your hand with the pinky up.
He smiles and nods his head interlocking his pinky with yours “that we will see each other in a few months?”
You shake your head “that we will see each other inside the classroom after the test!”
He takes a deep breath in and nods with a big smile on his face and tearful eyes “Inside UA! As classmates!”
The two of you shake your hand with the pinky interlocking.
…
“I’m home~” you say with no energy Name’s class was hell on earth.
Looking at the shoe rack you notice another pair of shoes besides your or your father’s.
"In the kitchen!”
You go to the kitchen to ask about the shoes but stops as you see a man sitting on the chair of the kitchen.
He looks back at you and waves a little.
You wave back and goes to your dad to bury your face on his back as he prepares your bento for tomorrow “dad… Who’s that?” You ask whispering.
He turns around and hugs you tightly “That’s my colleague, Y/n, say hi to Aizawa Shouta”
Thank you @HackerBooTrafalgar(wattpad) for reminding me that I actually have a story that I totally didn’t forget
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You were WRECKED.
Ace gave you a hell of a warm-up, in a nice game of “evade the basketball that has 1 kg weight inside it”, then Luffy “played” catch with you, in which you had 5 min to not get catch, and couldn’t use your quirk, while he could use his, he laughed his ass of while you had a hard time breathing, and Ace filmed everything.
After the physical part was done, Thatch made a tasty lunch for everyone, you were so hungry after all that exercising, you even stole some of Ace’s food, which he thought it was Luffy, so they started to fight like crazy, and were kicked out of the kitchen by Thatch.
While eating some fruits as dessert you noticed the look he gave you, causing you to tilt your head “Is there something on my face?”
He smiles and shakes his head “You look like your mom, but your personality doesn’t match either of your parents, you are really cute, if you want I can cook you anything, I’m quite a good chef if I do say so myself!”
“I thought that Sanji-san was the best cook around here” you said while taking another bite of a strawberry.
“He’s the best at diversity, he knows a lot of different types of food, he knows from the basic of sushi, to something more dangerous like puffer fish, he knows French cuisine, Italian, German, any type of Asian cuisine too, he’s a master at everything, and I’m professional in sweets and French cuisine to be more specific, also, I already opened my own restaurant, it’s one of the best in the whole city!”
“That’s enough of bragging to a teenager don’t you think yoi?” You look at the door to see Marco and Robin there “ready for your classes?”
“I wasn’t bragging you pineapple head!!!
You finish the bowl of strawberries and turn to Thatch "Thank you for the food! It was exactly what I needed after the training”
“And now you need to take a shower, and THEN we can start the classes” Robin said while petting your hair.
“But I don’t have any other clothes…” she just smiles at your comment
“I’m sure that Izo will love to let you borrow something”
“He loves to dress up, so to be able to dress a cute teenager girl will be a dream come true, believe me”
You get up and wave at Thatch and Marco that were still bickering “Bye chef-san, see you later Marco-sensei”
They both stop arguing and wave back at you “Drink some water after taking a shower!”
“See you in a few yoi” then they go back to bickering, which makes you giggle at them.
“Let’s go, Izo’s room is on the the next floor” you hold her hand without thinking, but she doesn’t comment on it, just holds your hand back and takes you to the next floor to Izo’s room.
…
Robin knocks on the Japanese style door “Izo it’s me”
“Come in!” said a masculine voice on the other side of the door.
Inside was a Japanese styled room, with a… men? woman? in front of a mirror applying make up.
“What is it Robin? Do you need to borrow one of my kimonos again?” they ask and then turn to the door.
You were hiding yourself behind her, but she put her hand behind your head and pulled you to inside the room “actually, my newest student need some clothes and a bath before me and Marco start the class”
“Hello, excuse me” you say trying to stay strong and not shy away under that beautiful person’s gaze.
“Hello sweetheart, Ace commented with me about someone that he would be training with Luffy’s help and had asked me a few things, I though that this would happen, so I got a few things for you in advance, I hope that you don’t mind”
“Not at all miss- mister- u-uhm… I’m sorry but…”
He chuckles at your confusion “I’m a mister sweetie, but you can just call me Izo”
“Oh! Okay! Thank you for thinking about me Izo-san!”
“Izo is a cross dresser, he just prefers dressing like that” Robin explains to which you nod “I will leave you two to it, you have one hour with her” after petting your head one more time she exists the room and closes the door.
He got up and went to his wardrobe “Since I didn’t knew your size I hope you don’t mind large clothing”
“Oh! Sorry for the trouble mister” he just looks at you and smiles.
“You cause no trouble Hun, I love to shop for new clothes, and in the middle of so many brute men! HUGH!! I’m so relived that I have you around here, don’t get me wrong, I love a muscular and strong man around me, like All Might and Endevour, thou the comments about the number two hero aren’t the nicest around the underworld, but that doesn’t make him any less of a spectacular man to have around, and that ass!? Damn I wish I could see him out of that spandex of his!”
You tilt your head “So you want to fuck him? Or would you rather be fucked by him?”
Izo almost choke in his own spit “what!? how do you-”
You quirk a brow “Did you forget who I’m child of?”
“Oh! Right! You are daughter of that bitch! I’m sorry, but I really hate your mother, that walking trash can told me to wear a suit, which wasn’t a problem at all, I love how they accentuate my ass, but the problem was what she said! That fowl human should be in the Guinness book, for the most racist, sexist and homophobic human that ever existed!!!”
You tilt your head “what did she tell you?”
He huffs and shake his head “I won’t say those nasty words she told me and my family, I really should just shoot her next time”
He then turns to you with baggie t-shirt and baggie shorts, with some undergarments “Here, the bath is broken, so you can only shower”
“It’s okay, thank you again for this” you bow at him, and he bows back.
“Now hurry, you will have a lot to learn after the shower”
You nod and go take a shower.
…
When you come back with the dirty clothes in hand he picks them from you “don’t worry hun, I will wash them for you, you can go now, Robin and Marco must be downstairs waiting for you”
“Thank you Izo-san” you bow again and give him a big smile “See you later”
He chuckles at your cuteness and waves back.
…
You go down the stairs and go to the kitchen, finding Marco that was drinking tea and reading newspaper with glasses on.
“I didn’t know that you needed glasses” you comment standing by the door.
He looks up at you and smiles “I use contacts outside, you never know when someone is going to try and attack you, so I prefer to let only my family know about it, yoi”
“Oh… Soooo… you’re a villain?”
He shakes his head and puts down the newspaper “I’m just a licensed doctor, but I do have a hero license, just like everyone in this family yoi, even if we don’t work in the pro-heroing business, we work with cops, buglers, and all kinds of dangerous people, so we prefer to have it in case of necessity”
“Wow! Even Luffy?” you ask excitedly.
“I think only a few straw hats don’t have one, like Chopper or Franky, the others all have some kind of licensing for their agency yoi, well-” he gets up and looks down at you.
‘He’s really tall’ you nod to yourself.
“Let’s go, I’m going to teach you the basic of first aid yoi, then you will have your class with Robin-san”
You nod and smile following him to another side of the mansion, there he led you to a classroom, you look around surprised in seeing a literal classroom.
You hear him chuckling at your reaction “Luffy and Ace always needed some help after class, even Sabo had a difficult time with high school yoi, so Pops made this classroom out of an old closet”
“Oh… did it help them?”
“Not only the trio, but their friends too, the "Salvation Army” V.S. the “Straw Cats”, I never saw Luffy learn so much in so little time, it was very impressing yoi"
“Wait… Straw Cats?” you question receiving a nod from him.
“Luffy wrote 'Hats’ wrong, and they just went with it”
You giggle looking at the scribbles on the walls and drawings on the tables “Where do I sit?”
“The closer to the blackboard the better, but let’s do something easy today” he says going to a locker and pulling a first aid kit “like learning how to wrap a proper bandage yoi”
Nodding eagerly you sit straight on the chair and wait as he sets everything in front of you.
“Let’s begin”
…
You arrive home after eating dinner with your new grandpa, and as the new member of this family.
Sabo was kind enough to drive you home.
“I’m so happy that, I’ll be teaching you! I hope you like me as a teacher too” he says smiling
“Thank you for helping me become a hero!” you smile just as big and look outside the car window, where the sun is setting “but… aren’t you a lawyer? How can you help me?” you tilt your head and look back at him.
Sabo looks at you and back at the road “I know a lot of stuff, and most important, I know about the politics of the pro hero world, that includes the commission, I don’t agree with their way of thinking” his hands have a death like grip on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white.
“Is that why you choose to become a lawyer?” patting his hand lightly seems to help him calm down.
“No… I became a lawyer because of an accident that a friend of mine went tho when I was a teenager… no one wanted to represent him in court because of his fish like appearance” his frowns deepens “He has a transmutation quirk, and just for it no one wanted to help him… so I decided to help him, ended up loving it,from then on I was focused on learning more about the injustice that a lot of people go tho, I represent exclusively mutant quirked people”
Sabo smiles at that, and you smile back at him “I want to help everyone too!”
He chuckles and stop the car in front of your house “send a hug to Roci for me, ok?”
“ 'Kay! Bye Sabo-sensei!” he waves at you as you go inside the house and then drive off.
Entering the house you see your father relaxing on the couch, watching the news, he looks at you in the entryway and opens his arms.
You smile quickly taking your shoes off and laying down on top of him as he hugs you tightly “Hi”
“Hi…” he responds and closes his eyes “How was your day?”
“Full of learning and oh my god, they were so nice!” your father smiles at that “How was your day? Grandpa told me that you would be arriving later”
“It was good, and there was no need for me to go job searching, since I got the job at U.A.”
You give him a big smile “You did it!? YAY!” you hug him super tight and Law just hugs you back “You will be a teacher?”
He shakes his head “Hell no, I already have my hands full of my little devil” he says and tickles your side making you giggle “I will be Recovery Girl’s assistant, for emergencies, and for when she’s too busy with the hospitals and can’t help U.A. that much”
“It sounds important”
Law nods agreeing “It is, they need someone to be a call away”
Frowning you headbutt his chin “But U.A. is in another district dad!” you gasp and glare at him “Did you lie to them??”
Law rolls his eyes and shake his head “Even if I did they would discover, they all are very smart, mostly the director”
You get up and sit on the couch, and he follows your action “So… we will move?”
“Yes, they don’t have dorms, so they will be paying for our living expenses, since the rent on the houses that are close to the school are very expensive” Law looks at your eyes, and you look back “We will be moving next month”
You frown at that
“What? I thought you would like going back to having your own space”
“It’s just that-…” you look at the floor and your leg start to shake anxiously.
Your father put his hand on your knee and squishes it lightly, making you stop.
“Just?…”
“Everything is happening too fast… I like living with grandpa Roci… sorry… I know it’s hard for you too because of mom and… because of me…” you frown at your own words.
There’s silence, and then Law gets up and turn off the TV, he picks you up, which surprises you and takes you to your room.
He lays you on your bed and make sign for you to stay, then he goes to the kitchen to do… something.
You sit up and wait for him to come back.
Law enters your room with a small yellow submarine inside a glass bottle, and sits at the foot of your bed.
WARNINGS: LITTLE TO NO YANDERE, TODDLER!READER, PLATONIC YANDERE, WHITEBEARD MOCKS READER FOR BEING A SHY KID.
It’s been a while since the whitebeard pirates had a toddler. Everyone on board is looking at you with awe. You’re a cute kid, well, every kid is cute, but you’re specially cute. All of their eyes are in you, twinkling as you tremble like a leaf and hide behind Whitebeard’s legs. They all coo at you when you do so, and he can’t help but chuckle loudly at your coyness.
— Thought you were a tough one! Look at you all shy now — he teases at you, and you can’t help but puff your cheeks as you pout in annoyance, embarrassed at his words. Still, you keep hiding behind him as his crew laughs alongside him. He then pushes you in front of him, trying to keep his strength under control so he won’t hurt you.
— They’re all good men, y/n. You’ll be safe here now. We’re all a big family! — he laughs again, and as he sees you hesitate to take a step, he takes your hand, so small compared to his massive one and makes you walk towards his crew. Still guiding you, he makes you handshake one of his crewmates.
— Nice to meet you, y/n — the man smiles kindly at you, making you smile as well. Much more confident now, you greet everyone on board. Your tiny hand still safely wrapped around Whitebeard’s.
The Disadvantages Of Dating One Piece Characters P4
Sabo - Will aggressively tell you about his brothers “Have I told you about the time…” and even if you say yes he’ll come up with another. - One of those argumentative little shits that needs to be right in an argument. - As soon as politics are mentioned you wont be able to get a word in edge-ways, no one can. - Often forgets things - Will get so wrapped up in things he loses all track of time. - Has a resting ‘I’ll murder you in your sleep face’ even though he’s sweet.
Law - You can never tell if he’s joking or not about inappropriate things like stealing organs. - Corrects your spelling, always. - Corrects you if you miss pronounce or use a word incorrectly. - You will always be second to a polar bear. - Most flirting goes over his head. - “Well, actually..” - Lawsplains - Resting bitch face - Does not know how to sugar coat anything
Corazon - Can’t drink out of a bottle without making a dramatic mess out of himself. - Smokes loads and never washes his hands after. - When you cry he cries and all your fights are just incoherent sobbing and whining sounds. - Trips over fucking nothing - Falls asleep on the couch and almost burns your house down - Comes with 13 year old whose actually an 80 year old man in a 13 year olds body and who will call you a bitch to your face. - Related to Doffy
Kid - You will never win a fight because he will literally steal your storm off and make it more dramatic then you ever could have. - He’ll come back just to slam the door again and louder. - If you slam the door he’ll come back and slam the door harder [thanks wife] - Ah just you, your husband Kid and his boyfriend Killer, perfect. - Uses your makeup and never puts the lids back on or replaces it. - Out of spite hides all the spoons so you have to eat rice with a fork, cunt. [rice is easier to eat with a spoon then a fork but I am aware I derped derp]
Killer - Will always have the nicer hair - Sometimes you have no idea if he’s even awake when your talking to him, it’s silence in there. - I hope you like pasta cus that’s all he can or will cook. - Wears your shirts, even better if his tiddies bust out of them, you lose more polka dot shirts that way. - Have to talk him out of wearing the mask to bed. - Comes with a Kid
Law x GN Reader SFW YANDERE THEMES Word Count: 656
Law could tell from a mile away when someone was lying to him, he could see through that shit in an instant, eyes narrowed and jaw set firm as he watched you crying on the bed, rubbing your eyes and hic upping out painful sobs.
You’d told him you were fine, that nothing was wrong the entire day and he knew you weren’t telling him the truth. He respected your privacy however, he would have hated someone to pry into his personal life too, he was hoping you would come clean and confess what had happened.
But no, you were crying your eyes out, looking at him through blurry vision as tears never ceased to run down your cheeks. No matter how many times you used the hem of your shirt to dry your eyes you just couldn’t stop the flow of misery.
He watched you with his scrutinizing gaze, eyes narrowed as he stepped into, the room, closing the heavy door, hearing it clang shut he took a breath, he knew there had been something wrong, all day. Your stubborn refusal to tell him had won out and you were squirming under his gaze as he opened his mouth, clicking his tongue against his teeth, closing the gap between himself and your sitting, trembling form.
“What’s wrong?” it was worded like a question, sounded like a demand.
“Nothing,” you huffed, eyes red and cheeks flushed from crying for so long.
“I could take out your brain and find out what’s wrong instead if you prefer?” he quirked an eyebrow and you didn’t seem keen on him finding out that way.
You watched him sit on the bed with you, his knees touching yours as his hand gripped your thigh, he watched your face, took in your expressions, trying to glean any more information from them then he could your words.
“Who did this?” he asked before you could answer his first question, you felt the hand on your leg tighten its grip, he was starting to get agitated at the prospect someone he loved had been hurt.
“What? Why do you ask that?” you spluttered through your wails and sobs.
Law let out a sigh and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, his lips still forming a displeased sneer, just thinking about the sort of person that had dared to mess with his partner, the person he loved most in the world, it was unforgivable to him.
“I’m just saying, if it was something who’d hurt you, I am more than willing to make sure they are unable to do so again.” He said with a hum, the tone low and dangerous but you oddly appreciated his threat.
For Trafalgar Law to go out of his way for someone, that meant something, that was how you knew he was in love with you. He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, kissing you before letting out another sigh, pulling away enough so he could brush your hair back.
“I won’t ever let anyone hurt you, your mine and I can’t imagine life without you, so, if there is something the matter, if there was someone who did this to you.” He stared into your eyes, tilting your chin up, looking at the tears brimming in your eyes. “It’ll be the last thing they ever do.”
You tried to nod, unable to with the firm grip he had on your chin, his lips tugged into a smirk as he leaned forward, capturing yours with a kiss, his hand finding your hair, gripping it as he held you in place, deepening the kiss.
“So who was it?” he asked, again.
“No one, I’m just sad.. I promise Law, thank you.” You fluttered your dewy eyelashes at him and smiled.
“I feel better now, it’s nice to know you got my back.” You chuckled as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
event desc: It’s the rhythm of the night! The party is in full swing and to each song there’s a story to be told pick a number and head on to the dance floor where a special someone is waiting for you!
event requests close on april 24th
event instructions: pick a song below the cut along with one character, if the song is angsty you could choose to have a good or a bad ending. a song could be used three times before it’s “closed” meaning it won’t be used again for the requests.
*links take you to spotify so you could listen to the song
disclaimer: these are not song fics!! they will be fics or scenarios based on the song
♥ the happiestbirthday: Kid & gn!reader (no pronouns)
a/n: happy, happy birthday my beloved lemon @eustasssimp<3 hoping you’ll have the sweetest of all days today and that you’ll feel so, so loved because you are! you’re a sweet and kind soul and i’m so happy we got to know each other. since i can’t give you a warm hug in person, i tried it with words, i hope you enjoy. love you dearly <3
word count: 2.5k
“One more song, please, I promise it will be the last…”
Wire and Heat were looking at you with pleading eyes, basically pressing the microphone into your hand. You rub your eyes until you see stars, trying to get rid of the sleepiness that came with staring at the TV for the whole night. It was both the evening before your birthday and karaoke night on the Victoria Punk, and without doubt you’ve been killing it. Not a single song hasn’t been sung, from all the pop punk bangers to the instrumentals of the crew’s favorite death metal songs – the mic has been passed around until it now landed in your hands again. Everyone seemed very eager to make you sing some more, despite your voice almost being hoarse and your loud yawns between each song.
You’re sitting on the floor and leaning against Killer’s legs, resting your head against his knees as he occasionally gives you a few head scratches or holds a drink with a straw in your face so you can stay hydrated between two songs. Ever since you and Kid made it official (as in: when he stopped yeeting you across the room so no one would see him holding your hand), your bond with Killer also got a lot stronger than it already was. You knew the captain and the first mate shared a long history together and at first you felt like an intruder when you started catching feelings for Kid, but Killer was nothing but supportive from the start; sitting down with you and listening, giving you helpful advice (like “yeah, just bite back in that case”) and now often hangs out with you and Kid. Sometimes it made you wonder how it would feel being with both of them, but for now you got your hands full with one alone. Speaking of…
“Has anyone seen Kid? He’s been gone for at least two hours now, didn’t he only want to use the bathroom real quick? Or in his words – taking a piss and don’t we fucking dare follow him?”
You were tired but not tired enough to not notice the glances Killer, Heat and Wire exchanged. Something definitely was up and you weren’t sure if it was a good sign. Last time you left Kid unsupervised for a longer time span he built glitter grenades in the shade of his enemies blood that unfortunately exploded in his workroom, leaving everyone on the ship coughing up glitter for a week straight.
All your attempts to press any information out of them failed and when you tried to get up and search for Kid yourself, several pairs of hands pushed you back down; so all you could do was grab the microphone again and sing a power ballad, one that you spared till the very end for dramatic effect. The boys cheered and helped you out as background choir when your voice cracked at the high-pitched notes, gesturing with all they got when it came to the final crescendo, someone lit a whole pack of sparklers and in the end all of you slumped down on the sofa and the pillow covered floor, the end of a perfect encore.
Just when the last line flickered across the TV screen, the door to the living room swung wide open, a feisty looking Kid appearing in the doorframe. Your heart still skipped a beat whenever he was around, his presence filling every room with an intense energy like a storm, pulling at your heartstrings as if it was merely a wind chime.
“Oi, babe. Come here.”
He gestures with his good hand and stomps towards you when you take a second too long to get up, holding out his hand for you to grab it as he pulls you up. You notice how Kid and the others exchange a few nods and thumb ups but before you could ask anything, your captain was already walking towards the door again, dragging you behind him. One last glance over your shoulder to the grinning boys and you’re out, trying to keep up with Kid as he struts through the hallway. He seems to vibrate in excitement for something and all you could do was hope it wasn’t another handmade explosive.
“Kid, where the hell have you been and why are we ru–”
A surprised shriek escapes your throat when you stumble and almost fall; luckily Kid was quick to catch you, his mechanical arm wrapped around your waist as he yells at you for not being able to keep up with him and you arguing back that ten seconds ago you were on the edge of falling asleep and he got much longer legs than you anyway. He puts you back on your feet again, finally not running anymore and giving you time to muster him up and down for the first time as he still barks out some mild insults.
“What do you have in your hair…?”
You stand on tiptoes to reach for his red hair, some white powder in it. Now that you have a closer look, there was also some across his cheek and over his torso, some speckles of something brown too which almost made him look as if he had freckles. Cute. You leaned in to kiss him on the cheek which made the angry tulip shut up for a brief second, rolling his eyes but cheeks slightly flushed.
“That’s… flour and chocolate?” – “Okay, fucking little detective, just come, it’s almost midnight.” “What, are you gonna turn into a pumpkin or something?”
Followed by some more huffing and puffing from his side the two of you continue making your way through the hallway; Kid liberally slowed down his steps a bit so you can keep up with him, his warm hand in a tight grip around yours. You can’t help but smile; his love was rough but it burned so brightly, making you feel so safe and warm.
“Don’t look yet.”
Kid covers your eyes before he pushes the door leading outside on deck open, pulling you close to him as he guides you forwards, grumbling that you better don’t slip and fall again because he won’t catch you a second time (of course he would, but he would complain even more than the first time). The air was warm, one of those summer nights that held some kind of magic as they just seemed to never end. You can feel your limbs tingling in anticipation.
Your lips curl into a smile when Kid kisses you, mumbling out a half-hearted apology about cussing you out before he finally takes his hand off your eyes, stepping aside so you can see what he prepared.
A large blanket lies in front of you, lots of pillows on top. Candles surrounded the whole scene with fairy lights hanging from the mast, two glasses with fruity cocktails are standing on a small tablet next to a small cake. As you walk closer you notice that your name and ‘happy birthday’ are written in a wonky handwriting on the frosting, surrounded by a handful of small flowers and a candle in the middle. In all fairness it looked like a toddler was allowed to decorate a cake for the very first time, but you can tell that Kid made everything from scratch and for someone who worked with metal only, he sure did well. It was made with love, without a doubt.
You spin around to him, smiling from ear to ear as he pulls you into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You also wrap your arms around him, slipping underneath his big fur coat so you can feel him close, his muscles softening under your touch. With eyes closed you breathe him in, the familiar scent of sweat and oil, this time paired with a soft note of freshly baked cake, a faint lemon aroma lingering on his skin.
“Don’t think I’ll do something stupid like that for every birthday that will follow, okay? Happy birthday, babe.”, he mumbles, placing a trail of kisses on the side of your neck before biting your ear slightly. You tilt your head back into your neck, looking at him with pleading eyes until he kisses you roughly on the lips, humming softly. “So are you implying that we’ll celebrate many, many more birthdays together?”, you ask, giggling at the sight of his blushing cheeks as he huffs out another insult. “Are you dumb? Of course we will, do you think I’ll ever let you go? Now go make a wish or else…”
He grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you into the pillows, taking a seat cross legged opposite of you. As you get adjusted he takes the cake in his mechanic hand where it looks ridiculously tiny in it; he lights the candle and holds the cake up in front of your face, glaring at you from behind it, his face shimmering golden from the candles surrounding you. A wish, huh?
You think for a few heartbeats and then close your eyes as you take a deep breath and blow out the birthday candle, a slight breeze finding you in just this moment, almost as if the wind and the sea worked together to carry your wish to the stars.
“What did you wish for?”, Kid asks and puts the cake down at the tablet, handing you a fork. – “I can’t tell you, Kid, otherwise it won’t come true!”, you snicker and laugh as he rolls his eyes but grins anyway, his excitement about you trying what he baked for the first time was too big to grumble about some fake rules about wishes.
Kid digs in with his fork first but holds it up for you, generously offering to feed you (“you’re so clumsy, you’ll drop it otherwise”). It’s a big bite and you struggle to fit it in your mouth, resulting in buttercream being smeared all over your face and you almost choke from laughing as Kid keeps on yelling at you to chew properly. In the end you have to wash it down with a drink, trying to catch your breath again before Kid leans in for another kiss, licking up the crumbs and cream in such a cheeky way it makes your heart jump in your chest.
“Delicious.”, he grins, not talking about his creation. The cake tasted amazing though, the flavors were perfectly balanced and you couldn’t help but wonder how much practice it took for him to master it, knowing you have never seen him in the kitchen before (except to go see Killer when they’ve been apart for longer than five minutes and he started missing him). He really did all of this for you, making you feel so loved.
It’s your turn to feed Kid with your fork and praise him for how amazing the birthday cake tastes, saying it’s the best one you ever had, and watch him grow an inch taller under your compliments. Kid was convinced he was the best at everything, but actually hearing someone else say it always made him feel superior – especially coming from you. Throughout your dating history he made you many gifts, like matching earrings, bracelets, a cup holder for your nightstand (“because how much more tea do you want to spill on our sheets, babe”), the list goes on; but you can tell this cake was special since it was outside of his comfort zone, trading his workshop for the kitchen.
After a few more bites the two of you lay down on your backs, Kid holding you in his arms. You snuggle closer onto him, enjoying the warmth he was radiating. He holds you tight as he takes a deep breath, maybe slightly relieved that his surprise was successful. Above you was the starlit sky, hundreds of tiny dots gleaming there like a fresco. You wouldn’t have thought that Kid was such a romantic but you keep the thought to yourself, knowing damn well he would grunt something back at you how every star once was an enemy of his that now rested in peace.
Nestled into his arms you can’t help but let out a dreamy sigh. It was the first time someone did something this nice for your birthday and it felt a bit like a dream. Everything felt like such ever since you two met for the very first time, your heart calling out his name as if you knew him from another life. You were drawn to him like the moon to the tides, feeling safe only when he had his arms wrapped around you, just like he did now. He was your home, your safe haven, the love of your life. What he didn’t know was that your wish already came true the moment he kissed you for the first time, one hand around your neck, growling “you’re mine”; you didn’t shy away back then, it only drew you closer to him, as if to challenge him.
Love me. Love me. Love me.
Just when you’re about to close your eyes, slumber being only a few heartbeats away, Kid shoots up into a seating position, almost throwing you around like he did in old days, only that this time he held you close. Your eyes follow his hand pointing towards the starry sky.
“Shooting stars! Quick, make a wish!”
The two of you glance upon the sky with sparkling eyes, Kid for once speechless as he watches a whole tirade of shooting stars crossing the night sky above you, his arm wrapped tight around your waist. You have your arms around his neck, leaning against him with the biggest smile on your face. So many wishes in one night, you sure felt very lucky. Only when the shooting stars faded away did you face each other, still at loss for words about what just happened.
“What did you wish for?”, you whisper, leaning your forehead against his, your fingers tracing down from his jar to his neck.
“Can’t tell you, dummy. Don’t you know it won’t come true when I do?”, he huffs, pulling you closer in this lap, wrapping his coat around you. “But I can show you…”
And just like that Kid lies back down again, dragging you with him. You can feel his heart drumming fast under your fingertips when he buries one hand in your hair, pulling you closer until his lips crash on yours. He kisses you with hunger, as if he was praying for salvation, offering you his love on the edge of a knife, mumbling out your name over and over again, but all you could hear were three words.
a/n:1st prize of my raffle with @mamma-marimo being the lucky winner!! congrats again, my dearest. she requested:
An idea I had in mind is maybe Law and an F!reader (can be Gn if you prefer) are at some sort of costume party or are undercover where they have to go together as partners so it creates that sort of sexual tension with lots of stolen glances? It’s totally up to you of course so feel free to go wild and do what you’d like! I’ll also happily leave it up to you to decide either it’s sfw or nsfw :)
i was SO excited to write for this because the prompt was so fun and it’s been a while since i wrote Law. also what can i say? when you said “feel free to go wild”, i did and now it’s a whole lot longer than the promised 1.5k (￣▽￣*)ゞ i don’t think you mind though. hope you enjoy this piece, i had fun writing this!
contains:fem!reader (no pronouns used but terms like “girl” and “queen”, reader wears a dress, mention of lace underwear, “cunt” used to describe gentials), ns.fw under the cut, dirty talk, vaginal penetration, breath play, handjobs (reader giving & receiving), oral (reader receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (no breeding or pregnancy implied), exhibitionism (they’re not being caught though), hints of misuse of devil fruit at the very end but nothing descriptive. please let me know if i missed anything!
word count:5.3k
“So, what do we look like?”
You do a little twirl in your dress, letting the feather coat slip slightly off your shoulders as you strut up and down the lounge in your heels, the half veil covering your nose and mouth fluttering slightly. Law leaned in the door frame behind you, also dressed up from head to toe, wearing his finest suit and a feather coat matching yours and a fake beard you couldn’t talk him out of. Both of you went extra on the golden accessories, including two small crowns, making you king and queen. You also spent a whole hour on your makeup, trying to draw the perfect winged eyeliner until Law lent you the steady hand of a surgeon, mastering it at his very first try. Needless to say that the way he tilted your head in his hands and his golden eyes lingering on you made your heart drum in your chest…
Bepo was on the edge of his seat, holding up his imaginary 10 points sign, his eyes sparkling. Shachi and Penguin didn’t seem to be very impressed, sitting cross legged on the sofa, chins resting on their palms, their eyes following you across the room.
“Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopper, spectacular–” “Hilarious.” “Party theme must be ‘bird farm’.” “You look rich but in a ‘killed my rich ex-husband because he didn’t pay alimonies’ way.” “Starting a petition to get rid of our overalls and get whatever you two have going on here.”
Your captain shuts them all up with a little tsk, taking a step forward so he stands next to you, your shoulders almost touching. As he was twirling his fake beard between his fingers, you noticed there was a determined sparkle in his eyes; you could tell he was excited about the upcoming mission. Your heart skips another beat when your glances meet and he gives you a slight smile – thankfully half of your face was veiled, hiding your blushing cheeks.
“We’ll get that treasure map in no time and will be far gone already when they notice they’ve been robbed. Right, y/n-ya?”
Right. In a room full of high-ranking marines hosting a costume ball, what could go wrong for two wanted pirates, one of them head over heels in love with their captain? Still, you slap hands with him in agreement which is when you notice a detail both of you have overlooked.
“We still need some gloves for you, Law.” Your fingers brush over the back of his hand, tracing the tattoo of his jolly roger and the letters spelling out DEATH. “Can’t risk someone recognizing you by those.”
Bepo rushes off to get him some gloves while Law’s hand lingers a second too long in yours for it to be an accident, hesitant when he pulls back to smoothen down his suit, coughing slightly. Suddenly your own coat is very interesting, your fingers playing with the hem of it to keep them occupied as if they weren’t tingling from being skin on skin with your captain a few seconds ago.
After discussing the plan one more time (infiltrate the castle where the ball is held, find out which room they keep the treasure map, steal it, run off, success), you’re all settled and Law gives the command to emerge the Polar Tang.
“Nervous?” He glances over to you, waiting to open the door for you both to step out into the night. You take a deep breath in. “About a few marines? Never.”, you laugh, checking yourself out one last time in a tiny pocket mirror. Marines didn’t scare you. Pretending to be a couple with Law as if you weren’t thinking day in, day out, about what his lips would feel like on yours? Yeah, about that… “Good. I’ll watch out for you anyway. You’re safe with me.” Law smirks as he adjusts your crown, leaning down so you could fix his, too.
It was a rare sight, him without his signature hat, and you quite enjoyed it. Usually the only times you would see him without it were when he came out of the bathroom late at night, a towel draped around his neck and you would be quick to lower your gaze, trying not to check him out but of course you did anyway – and he knew. He’d mumble your name and you’d stutter out his as you passed each other in the hallway; you peeking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his broad back, him turning around before he entered his captain quarters, watching you tiptoe around the corner.
You roll your shoulders before you step out into the warm summer night, waving your comrades goodbye before Law uses his devil fruit powers to teleport you both to the shore where your act begins. He holds out his arms for you to link with his and both of you slide effortlessly into the crowd walking towards the brightly lit castle. Despite their costumes you recognize some familiar admirals and for a moment you get nervous, asking yourself if you’re both disguised well enough which is when Law puts his hand on yours, calming you down. He must have noticed your grip tightening around his arm. You exchange quick glances and somehow it’s enough to reassure you that you got this; that you’ll walk out of this together whole and will sail many, many more seas together.
If it wasn’t for all the marines around you, walking up the stairs with Law would feel like a fairy tale coming to life. You did feel very rich and elegant in your evening dress, even more flattered since Law was the one who picked it out when he prepared your mission. Usually he wasn’t the best at disguises but this time he really outdid himself and so far everything went smoothly. Everyone was so busy with themselves that you were barely drawing anybody’s attention, except when you were in the way at the buffet line.
Law and you had decided to wander around between the other guests for a while, trying to overhear conversations of a person bragging about some treasures hidden in this castle. Since the egos of the higher marines were bigger than life it was very likely you would be successful in no time – even though that would also mean that your couple mission would come to an end sooner than you wanted it to be, because admittedly, feeling him this close and acting like lovers felt like a dream coming true.
A live band is playing, guests are talking and laughing loudly, the atmosphere was very loose and lively; everyone here tonight came for a good time. You could see some whispering in secret behind their masquerades, glasses of champagne clinking together, people swaying on the dancefloor with hands wandering sinful places when they thought no one was watching. Meanwhile Law had put his arm around your waist as you wandered around, making sure the two of you didn’t get seperated in the crowd, but also to give you discreet tapping signals when something caught his attention.
Two taps and you search for his eyes, following them across the room to a group of important looking men huddled together. Another tap and you look over your shoulder, keeping an eye on what was going on behind you. For an outsider the two of you just looked like lovers, clinging to each other, exchanging glances and looking away shyly. You could feel your heart drumming in your chest, his tight grip on your hips making it hard for you to focus. Every now and then Law would lean down to you to whisper his observations in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making it extra hard to focus on anything he was saying. In fact, you started to feel dizzy from the noise, the stuffy air and your crush holding you in his arms. It was all a bit too much at once.
“You look like you could need some air, y/n-ya.”
Law looks at you slightly worried, using his teeth to take off one of his gloves despite you hissing at him not to – even though he looked very enticing doing so. He does it anyway, placing his hand in the back of your exposed neck to feel your temperature. Your eyes flutter wide open, startled from his bare skin on yours and a small gasp escapes your throat, only audible for Law. His golden eyes linger on you for a second and it feels as if he’s reading you like an open book; then he takes your hand without a word in his, guiding you across the room. He grabs a water bottle from the buffet as you’re passing it by and shortly after you step out through the huge open back doors into the garden.
The garden is as opulent as the castle but far quieter than the busy ball room, the music only muffled and only a few other people being outside, smoking, kissing, crying – some everything at once. Law doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re both in the shadows of an old tree, hidden from the eyes of others. You pull down your veil and take a deep breath in relief, leaning against the trunk while your captain hands you the water after opening the bottle for you. He musters you up and down and you’re unable to hold his gaze, still flustered from earlier where his lips almost touched your ear and his whispered words set your insides on fire.
“What’s your diagnosis, doctor? Bad-nerves-syndrome?”, you ask jokingly between two sips, trying to gloss over the fact that your crush on him might be thatoblivious. “Luckily we found a cure for that.”, Law smirks, loosening up a bit now that you’re back to your old self again. Without ever admitting it, he was really worried about you earlier, feeling slightly regretful about dragging you on a mission like that.
He leans next to you against the tree, your shoulders touching and you find yourself scooting slightly closer, the back of your hands brushing. You take another glimpse at him in the safety of the dimly lit garden, admiring his side profile. If only he would lean in for a…
You freeze when he turns his head, looking at you with a grin. Could he read minds? Was this a function of his devil fruit powers you didn’t know about? Wait, was he hearing all of these thoughts now, too?
“Change of plans, y/n-ya. We’re not going back in there.” You raise an eyebrow, looking at him quizzically. “We got a few clues about the whereabouts of the treasure map, let’s just search every room until we find it.”
And just like that Law takes your hand once again, guiding you deeper into the garden from where you got a good view of the whole building. His hands without the gloves on feel very warm, almost as if they were made for yours only, a perfect fit. Law pulls out a building plan and with all the clues you overheard during the evening you’re able to narrow down the vague whereabouts of the treasure map, giving you a dozen rooms in the upper stories to search. Just like two black cats the two of you blend in with night, sneaking inside the castle again, making your way through the crowd and into the long empty corridors.
You couldn’t let your guards down just yet. Chances were high that you weren’t the only ones snooping around, it was a marines party after all. Some poor subordinates of the higher ranks would possibly be guarding the door, if not even the whole wing. But still… with Law’s hand in yours nothing felt impossible. You find yourself staring at his back again as you walk behind him, thinking once again what was underneath his big coat as you recall him coming out of the shower. Focus, you command yourself, but granted, it was hard, his close presence making your heart drum so loud in your chest.
Just when you’re about to walk around a corner, Law gestures to you with his index finger pressed to his lips to stay quiet. You could think of another way of how he could shut you up, though…
A few more seconds pass and the voices in the distance are getting quieter again, your sign to start moving as you both steal yourselves into the very first room. The door locks behind you silently. No light was burning, only the bright moonlight flooding through the high-ceiling windows.
“Whatis this room?”, you whisper, following Law on tiptoes as he walks in the center of it. “Why would one person own this many mirrors and then all store them in one room only? Who needs their private mirror cabinet?”
You both looked around, there were dozens of mirrors in all shapes and sizes arranged across the room, most of them seemed to be very antique and have probably seen various decades of people dancing, crying and falling in love in front of them. And now it was you and him; his golden eyes watching you from every corner, his gaze soft, lovingly almost. Somehow you felt exposed, as if he cut your heart out of your chest and inspected it from every angle, his name written all over it.
His name falls out of your mouth like a prayer when he stands behind you, his hands slipping the feather coat off your shoulders, revealing the tattooed jolly roger on your back. You remembered the day you got the tattoo, how he cornered you in the morning, asking you if you were really sure about this and how you took his face in your hands and just nodded, your stern eyes leaving no room for doubt. Just like the ink under your skin the feelings for him wouldn’t go anywhere and if you couldn’t love him as a lover, you would love him as your captain, devoting everything you had to him, just to be by his side till the very end.
When he kisses the side of your neck, lips trailing down your shoulders, you hold your breath. If this was a dream, you never wished to never wake up from it. Your coat falls down to the floor with a thud, one of Law’s hands around your neck, tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your exposed skin, while his other hand brushes over your arm, giving you shivers. Every inch his lips touch feels like it’s burning, his breath hot on your skin. Thousand kisses plaster your skin through the mirrors, thousand hands wander over your body, thousand hearts drumming in your chest.
“Forgive me, y/n-ya…”, Law mumbles in the crook of your neck as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You sink into his hug, watching your figures through the mirrors; a king and a queen dipped in moonlight, love and desire painting their faces.
“Forgive you for what?” Your voice is merely a whisper. It’s when your eyes meet through the reflections of the mirrors that you know.
Forgive me for falling for you.
You turn around on tiptoes without leaving his embrace, your faces almost touching. Law’s eyelids flutter when you take his face into your hands, just like you did back then, his skin feeling soft and warm under your fingertips. Both of you knew what was about to happen. It was the crescendo of an intense night, almost as if it had been written in the stars for a very long time before this moment, only the moon and a thousand reflections being your witnesses.
Your lips find his and you melt into a deep kiss, one that spoke louder than any words could ever have; it’s as if your whole body just sighs in relief, all the tension from before falling off your shoulders and being replaced with an unknown warmth, with the feeling of coming home, with hunger.
Law has one hand buried in your hair, your bodies pressed together, neither of you daring to pull away. When he gives your hair a slight pull, a hoarse moan escapes your throat, making him chuckle softly before he kisses you again, his tongue slipping in your mouth. Whenever you opened your eyes a bit you could see your sinful reflection, your flushed cheeks, your eyes full of lust, your fingernails digging into his back when he pushes his leg between your thighs for you to grind on it.
You gasp when Law lifts you up with ease and carries you over to a dresser where he sits you down, pushing your legs wide open and you surrender, pulling your dress further up to reveal your soaked panties. He doesn’t touch you, but his eyes alone eat you up from every mirror.
“Such a naughty girl. How long have you been this wet for me?” His hands brush over your knees, fingertips drawing small circles on the inside of your thighs. “Since I took off your coat? Or in the garden already?”
You whine softly when his grip around your thighs tighten, just as the knot in your stomach does, a familiar feeling begging for sweet release. Your head was spinning but you loved this; the way he ate you up with his gaze alone and the outlines of his cock throbbing in his pants, getting harder with every inch he explored of your body. You buck your hips against his touch, biting your lip when he firmly holds you in place, his strength out of this world.
“Those desperate mewls coming from your cabin late at night… Are you thinking about me when you hump your pillow?”, he asks with a smirk, leaning over to kiss you hard once more, a thin thread of drool connecting you both when he pulls away.
You grin as you place a hand on his chest, letting it slide down towards his waistband where your fingers linger for a few heartbeats, just like his hands do dangerously close to your dripping wet core.
“I sure do. Do you think of me too when you use my worn panties to masturbate?” Law’s eyes widened for a second. “It’s not like I leave them in the bath by accident when I know you’re going in there after me…”
And just like that Law leans in for another kiss, his lips clashing on yours as he takes your hand and places it on the fat bulge in his pants, grinding it against your palm. At the same time his other hand cups the aching arousal between your thighs, a hum escaping his throat when he finally feels how dripping wet you are for him, rubbing your cunt over the soaked fabric. Tiny shock waves shoot through your body when he starts circling your clit with his thumb, the tease almost being unbearable.
Even though you wished this high would last forever, you were getting impatient, craving to feel him inside of you, to become one with him. You hastily unzip his pants, wasting no time when you slide them off his hips and watch his hard length bounce free, precum leaking from its tip. You couldn’t wait to be fucked into higher spheres by him. But first…
You slide to the edge of the dresser, lifting your hips to pull off your panties, black lace drenched in your juices. With your legs still spread, revealing your throbbing core, you pull Law in for another kiss, his golden eyes watching every single movement of yours. His soft moans fall broken out of his mouth when you wrap his cock in your panties, rubbing his tip through the lace, stroking him slowly but with a firm grip.
“Is this how you do it when you’re alone?” You smile against his lips, enjoying how he melted under your touch, his breaths sharp. He nods slowly, seeking your gaze while you continue to squeeze him, speeding up the tempo of your pumps, your fingers brushing his pubic hair whenever your fist strokes down his whole length. You could tell he was about to cum any second, a king on the edge of his own universe; his cum spluttering over the lace and your hands like the milky way. Law leans against your shoulder, breathing heavily when you give his cock a few more slow pumps.
“Oh my, so messy…”
Almost as if he was in for revenge his fingers touch your folds, spreading them wide open before they dip inside of you, making you moan quietly into his ear. You let go of your soaked panties, dropping them carelessly to the ground so you can wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss. While he fingers you slowly, taking his time to explore you from the inside, you whisper his name over and over and it sounds like a confession, a broken record.
“More…”, you whine and gasp when he adds a third finger, curling them up slightly and rubbing your g-spot so delicately it makes you want to cum on the spot. Instead you dig your nails deeper into his shoulders, leaning your head in the back of your neck, offering him all of you with your legs spread wide open. He kisses down your jaw and your neck, his tongue swirling over your skin, making you wish he would get on his knees for you. He will, eventually…
It’s when he wraps his other hand around your neck, waiting for you to nod slowly in agreement and then chokes you softly, that your orgasm rushes over you with an unknown intensity; your walls clenching hard around his fingers and tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you laugh out loud, surprised by how fast the waves crashed down over you. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire as he fingerfucks you through your high, making you cry and chuckle at the same time until your legs slowly stop trembling and you catch your breath again.
Law lets go of your throat and wipes away your tears, kissing your face before he licks your juices off his fingers with delight, grinning when you take his hand and pull it towards you, your tongue swirling around his fingers. He was hard again, his cock rubbing teasingly between your folds, your hot core aching for him. It still felt very much like a fever dream and you weren’t planning to wake up anytime soon. You slide off the dresser, your bodies pressed against each other. With a hand on his chest you’re pushing him back down gently, making him sit where your coat fell to the floor earlier, then you crawl into his lap, your dress still pulled up to your hips as you start grinding on his hard length.
Soft moans of yours fall into his open mouth, your foreheads pressed against each other as you exchange more deep glances, just like you did hours before; all leading to this moment. You feel like you could get drunk in his eyes, the brown speckle in his gold, your very own sun, soaking you up. You can feel his tip rubbing at your core, asking you for permission with his eyes.
“It’s fine, it’s safe”, you mumble and smile when Law grabs you by your hips, guiding you down slowly onto his cock. His fingers were nothing compared to the sensation of him stretching your tight entrance open little by little; you’re both taking your time, breathing heavily between a dozen kisses until you’ve taken him all in, thankful you were sitting down or else your legs would have probably given in from the intense feeling of him filling you up. Then he starts moving and through the mirrors you can see him fucking you from every angle, his cock thrusting relentlessly inside of you.
Being on top gives you the upper hand, commanding the tempo you’re bouncing up and down him, supported by his hands digging into the flesh of your ass. You’ve dreamt about this moment countless times and nothing could have prepared you for how amazing it felt becoming one with the one you loved the most. When Law starts circling your nipples with his tongue over the thin fabric of your dress, you can feel another orgasm building up inside of you, his stern gaze on you making you feel feral. You slide down the straps of your dress, letting him greedily pull it down so he can suck on your nippels in all their glory, his tongue fluttering over them, making them stand up under his touch.
Just when you were about to wail out Law’s name as you fell apart under his cock, you could hear footsteps and voices from the other side of the door. Fear shoots through your veins and it only takes a quick glance between Law and you for him to know what to do. The massive door gets pushed open the same second he uses his devil fruit powers to teleport you into the darkest corner of the room, where no moonlight touched the ground and massive mirrors blocked the view. Heavy boots step into the room, flashlights being pointed at the mirrors and sending beams of light against every wall.
Your captain is covering your mouth with one hand, his cock still buried deep inside of you, in the same position you were before he used his abilities to escape the marine guards doing their inspection round. It were at least three of them, discussing if they heard voices coming from inside and joking about how useless this room was, that only fucking in front of the mirrors would give it a real purpose. Your heart was beating heavy in your chest, the adrenaline rush making your head feel dizzy. You can’t make out Law’s face in the dark but you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, even more than before. Without thinking you start moving your hips again, slowly, the risk of getting caught fucking making you so dripping wet, your juices running down the insides of your thighs.
Law was holding his breath, unable to resist your greedy movements and he bites down your neck, trying to muffle his own moans. When you hear the footsteps coming closer in your direction, your walls clench hard around his cock, more tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as Law still holds your mouth shut, your drool dripping down his fingers. The thought of getting caught, of being exposed like that, almost pushed you over the edge of another orgasm, your fingers drawing circles on your plump clit, unable to stop. You can hear Law hissing out your name for your ears only as your tight walls contract around him erratically.
After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps wander off again, the marines talking about ghosts in this old building and how you could hear voices often, and then the door shuts closed behind them again, leaving the two of you alone again. Law and you hold still for a few heartbeats, then something snaps just in both of you. Your voice is hoarse when you whimper his name while he flips you on your back, forcing your legs wide apart as he keeps thrusting inside of you so hard and relentlessly, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. His hand slid down from your mouth to your throat again, choking you softly while he was seeking the warmth of your cunt, burying himself so deep inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.
“Maybe I should have fucked you right away in that ball room, since you seem to enjoy an audience so much…”, Law huffs and laughs softly when you squeeze him tight in return, the thought alone making your head spin. “Showing everyone how well your greedy cunt can take my cock, you like that?”
You nod as you bite your lip, putting your hand on his to signal him to choke you harder until you could see tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes, and then there’s a whole universe erupting inside of you as you come undone, an orgasm like you never had before ripping through your body, sending shooting stars through every vein. You hear Law cursing as he pounds inside of you a few more times before he also cums with his whole body trembling, shooting his thick load inside of you. He lets go of your throat and leans down to kiss you hard as both of you still shake from your climax, your bodies tangled up. With your legs wrapped around his hips you ask him to stay like this a little longer, exchanging soft kisses as if he didn’t just rail you into another sphere. You smile when he brushes your hair out of your face, looking at you with kind eyes, so full of love.
You hum when you can feel his warm load running down your thighs, leaving a small puddle where you just laid. Law helps you stand up, your legs still a bit shaky from the adrenaline and your orgasms and you’re grateful for Law wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You rest your face against his chest, hearing his heart drum in his chest, a sound so soothing you can’t help but close your eyes. Until you remember–
“Shit! Law! The treasure map!”
Damn. All those horny thoughts have completely blocked out your mission, the one and only why you came here in the first place. How many more rooms did you have to search? And would he possibly go down on you in one of them? Would he fill up your other holes, too? Focus, you gotta focus… Law chuckles, looking at you with a triumphant smile. He reaches for the inner pocket of his coat, ruffling around for dramatic effect and pulls out a rolled piece of old paper, wrapped with a red seal. Your eyes widen in surprise and you’re at loss for words. When? How…?
“One of those marine dogs from earlier had it in his pocket. Guess they didn’t think someone with my devil fruit powers would show up and just switch it out with a candy wrapper.”
“You… you did all of that while fucking me? Balls deep inside of me?”, you ask flabbergasted, trying to comprehend what you just learned. Law nods and laughs when you grab him by his collar, letting you pull him into another kiss. “You’re so hot and clever, attaboy…”
In the end making it out of the castle was much harder than sneaking in – Law and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other; you went for another round in front of the mirrors with your legs in the air as he ate you out like a starved man, his tongue dipping inside of you from every reflection and you explored another room together that had chains hanging from it’s ceiling and in the very end Law made his promise of fucking you in the ballroom in front of everyone true in his own way, with a little help of his devil fruit powers… both of you walking out of the castle, your crowns askew and with love bites everywhere, his cum dripping out of you with your panties still in the mirror room, hand in hand, king and queen.
