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
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
Horny yet again for another fictional man who I can never have ;u; Here’s a slightly angsty/fluffy fic that I started writing barely 6 hours ago and have only proof read like 2.5 times but really want to post on impulse.Maybe I’ll edit this post for my messy structuring later on.
Feel free to give me any feedback (Law’s characterisation, description of scenery and actions, word choice etc.) :) No pronouns mentioned, first person, present tense \(’o’)/ Also a bit of cursing and no smutty stuff sowwy And ignore how this fic is quite similar to my Naib x Reader fic; ain’t a super experienced fic writer and am a real sucker for cliché shit
Nothing good can come out of this. It’s nothing but an inconvenience. There’s no time for this. How did things end up like this? Why… did it have to be you?
I’ve been part of the Heart Pirates for several months now, and have bonded so much with my crew mates that we’re practically family. Some of us were outcasts with no place to go, but were fortunate enough to be taken under the wing of our captain. Our strong, resilient captain, Trafalgar Law. My crew mates are like siblings to me, those who I can banter with, those who I can be myself around.
But with my captain, it’s different. Not that I have anything against him, nor do I feel intimidated by him. Well… kinda… I’ve always admired his determination in his pursuits as a pirate, along with his devotion for our crew. As a crew, we’ve always trusted him and are always willing to follow every one of his orders to the best of our abilities. Sure, we mess around in our spare time and it would sometimes get on his nerves, but we are also as devoted to him, and have sworn to follow him to the end of the world and back. Being a proud member of the Heart Pirates is the life that I will live with to the very end.
However, it wasn’t until recently that I’ve pondered over the difference between my feelings for my crew mates and for my captain. I don’t see him as a sibling, or an equal. It feels to be more than that, that it’s way more than just a professional level, being fellow crew mates. I’ve been so focused on his every move that he’s been clouding my mind more than he should. It seems to be that my ambition is more than just looking out for my saviour of a captain. Once I realised how strong these feelings… how strong my feelings for him truly are… I’ve only been unsettled. I’m terrified. I don’t know what to do… what to do around him.
Trying to comprehend the current situation as rationally as possible, the chance for us to be more than captain and crew mate is basically impossible. Even though he’s my captain, he’s always so aloof and fixated on his goals. I don’t really know anything about his life before he formed the crew, although I feel like I know of his general character as a man. A tall, toned and strong, super cool, and very handsome ma— Fuck! Snap out of it! Get it together!
I shouldn’t be having thoughts like that! I just… know of a lot of details of his lifestyle. Not in a stalker kind of way! I mean, we’ve been living in the same submarine for a long time now, with a well established schedule that everyone is well adapted to. I know how he likes his coffee, how he usually slouches when sitting down, how he stays up until around 2am quietly doing medical studies in his office alone. Not… that I normally stay up that late… I occasionally need to get up to go to the bathroom or to get a glass of water, and I would have to pass by his office, where I would see a dim light peeking out from under his door, and slight sounds of shuffling papers can be heard. Ironic how he gets the least sleep despite being the crew’s doctor… I swear, getting a healthy amount of sleep is the thing he refuses the most. He’s already grouchy enough. But… there is a charm to that grouchiness of hi— AH STOP IT!
Now it’s come to the point where I’m staying up as late as him. Not that I want to. He’s been occupying my mind so much, no matter what I do. Huddling myself tightly in my bed isn’t helping either. I think I need some air… Luckily, the weather is clear and quiet out, and the Polar Tang is docked within the shores of a deserted island.
I step out of my room in my half-done uniform, quietly closing the door behind me. I walk down the halls, gradually making my way up to the exit. I pass by La— the captain’s office on the way there. Yep. His dim office light is on as usual. I almost stop in my tracks in front of his door subconsciously. Dammit.
I slightly rush the rest of my little trip out to the open sky. I try to close the heavy door as quietly as possible, although it makes my heart jump a little every time it slams shut. I hope… he didn’t hear that. He probably did… He should be dead asleep now. He better be anyway.
I flop my arms onto the railing, slouching in misery. I take in the fresh air, and then let out a deep sigh. I look up to the endless, starry sky. It’s… barely helping. Why won’t my mind clear up?? I’m practically drowning in my thoughts. I want to endlessly bang my head onto the railing, yet am somehow not bothered to do so… I rub my head with both of my hands in frustration. I want to scream, but I don’t want to wake anyone up. Especially the captain. Don’t want to rob whatever sleep he barely has. It’s always concerned me how dark his undereyes are. It doesn’t help that his golden orbs further draw in my attention, yet it’s also been hard to look him in the eye as of recently. His golden, mesmerising orbs…
I let out another deep sigh. There’s no use. No matter how much he clouds my mind, our situation can’t change. It shouldn’t change. I’m just a crew mate with basic first aid knowledge and amateur fighting skills, and Law is a professional surgeon and a master of incredible devil fruit powers. He’s just absolutely amazing. He’s also been through so much, and who knows how much is going on inside him. We’re… far too different. He already has too much going on all the time, and it feels like he can’t ever catch a break. He’s got no time to even know of my true feelings. I… have to keep these feelings hidden… it’s for the best. I just have to act as if nothing’s going on. All of these feelings… are nothing…
“[y/n]-ya,” an oh-so-familiar, deep and crisp voice mutters.
I jolt up from my slouched position, and quickly whip around to face the plainly dressed man behind me. Law is in his black v neck, the one that elegantly accentuates his swirly black tattoos and sharp collar bones, and has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows like usual. His hands are gently tucked in his jean pockets, and he has his usual stern expression, looking directly into my startled eyes. I’m frozen in place.
“You shouldn’t have your guard so low, even if it seems like there’s no threats near by. It seemed like you didn’t even notice me opening and shutting the door,” he lectures in his usual serious tone.
I unfreeze and mumble, “m-my apologies, captain. I’m just… out of it.”
“Can’t sleep?” He asks blandly.
I slightly relax my shoulders. You’re the one who should be asleep period.
“Y…yeah,” I reply, trying to act as nonchalant as possible by leaning back onto the railing. Awkwardly.
Law slightly tilts his head forward. “I think there’s been something going on with you. You haven’t been yourself lately.”
Bullseye. I expected nothing less of my captain. I glance down to my crossed legs, with a hand holding onto my other arm nervously. “It’s, it’s nothing… captain… really.”
“Don’t lie to me.” At first, it seemed like he raised his voice, but he had suddenly taken a step into breathing range. “You’re speaking formerly even though we’re not on duty right now. There’s definitely something wrong here.”
Godammit I can’t keep it together for shit. I lift my head up hesitantly, expecting to see the captain’s terrifying glare. Shockingly, however, my eyes meet worried ones, an expression I’ve never seen on Law’s face before. He firmly grasps my shoulders and whispers, “do you think I would just stand by and let my crew mates dwell over their problems on their own? No matter how troublesome they are, I’m always willing to help you through them.”
I’m trying so goddamn hard not to let any tears leak by slightly scrunching my eyes. Before I could think, I burst out, “I know that you have so much more stuff that you have to deal with, and I don’t want to stress you out even more by having to deal with my stupid problems, so I can only keep quiet!” My breath is shaky.
He slightly raises his voice and retorts, “if you can’t do a good job hiding it, then the problem couldn’t possibly be that stupid! Tell me what’s going on with you, [y/n]-ya!”
There’s… no way of hiding it now. He’s demanding it as my captain. He’s got me. “I’m… I’m hopelessly in love with you, Law!” I spit out, tears brimming my eyes.
The silence can’t be anymore deafening. Law‘s lips are slightly gaped, and his eyes are a bit widened. His grip on my shoulders loosen, so I shake myself out of his grasp. “Told you it was nothing,” I whimper, slipping past him to head for the door.
Right when I grab the door handle, he calls out, “wait, [y/n].” I pause for a second, then proceed to turn the handle. Suddenly, I’m shambled to face Law front on again. He pulls me into a tight hug. I’m speechless. My face fully flushes immediately. My eyes release my tears helplessly. I can’t even hug back.
“This… is much, much more than nothing, [y/n]. You… mean so much more to me than you realise, although I figure that it may be hard for you to tell. I’m sorry… that I didn’t realise that you felt the same way.” Still holding me close, he delicately moves my face to face his to wipe my tears with his fingers. I’m further stunned to see that his cheeks are also flushed. He’s so cute. I can’t help but laugh.
“W-what’s so funny?” Law stammers, his expression becoming cuter. I slither my arms around his back and lock eyes with him. “Haha… it’s just that, so much is happening all at once, especially seeing this side of you. It’s just… ridiculous.” I let out a giggle, as a small smile creeps upon his face, and his eyes seem to glimmer, defeated by the sight of me.
He closes the gap to seal his lips onto mine. We passionately melt into each other as he dips me. My god, he’s too good, yet he’s all mine, and I’m all his. It almost seems too good to be true, but nothing else matters right now.
Our lips eventually part, hot breaths warming each other’s faces. We’re both grinning like idiots, but it seems that neither of us care how messy we look. “Does that fix your problem?” Law teases. “Only if you can deal with me and my shit along with everything else, ca— Law” I reply. He rests his forehead onto mine and remarks, “as long as you stay by my side, there’ll be nothing that I… nothing that we can’t overcome.” We both chuckle.
“Get a room!” Multiple voices shout from behind the door, cracked open by practically the whole crew.
Both Law and I freeze in place, furiously red with embarrassment and staring at our surprise audience. A few of them seem to be paying a few others sacks of berries. Others are either making kissy faces, laughing, or are pumping their fists up in victory, chanting “captain” and “[y/n]”.
I look back to Law and chuckle, “we both seem to have let our guards down, huh?” He turns me to huddle me by his side and faces the crew. Leaning to my ear, he sighs, “I guess I can make an exception. This time, it’s nothing.”
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.
