“w-wait—” you were panting, legs wrapped around his hips where dilf!nanami straddled you on the countertop. you pull back just as his mouth dragged open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
you don't remember how exactly you ended up there, how things turned from soft touches over dinner to a heavy make out session—tongue sliding between your lips, big hands pressing you against his chest.
it's been months of holding back for both of you—resuming your relation to slow touches, soft kisses, and ‘no pressure sweetheart’ every time things started getting heavy. since you weren't experienced and kind of…scared, dilf!nanami suggested waiting til you're ready. and you've been grateful for it, even when you returned home some night aching and soaked from just making out with him.
and maybe all the courage you gathered to tug him in by his tie tonight and kiss him like you were desperate for it, had drained from your veins the moment you felt one of his hand sliding up your thigh and the other slipping under your shirt—hot, rough, calloused.
“did i go too far?” he asked, one hand still under your shirt, fingers hovering just under the band of your bra, not moving an inch. “it's okay. you don't need to explain. we can stop, sweetheart.” his lips were swollen—covered with spit. his eyes glassy and you could feel the weight of his cock pressing against your shorts.
“no—! no… i want to,” you blurted out too quickly, voice overlapping his, desperate not to be misunderstood. but even as you said it, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him in the eyes, so you turn your head, letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you continue,
“it's just…” you exhaled, shame blooming fast in your chest. “i'm not confident about. . y'know.” you gesture vaguely toward your boobs. “they look nice in a bra and—uh…you've probably seen better. i know they look big in a bra, but they don't, well…stay up. they're soft, and…” your voice tightens. “i just…i've read things. about guys saying they were disappointed. or didn't want to even see them during the act, unless they were covered—” you laugh nervously, voice cracking. “it's so embarrassing. i-i didn't want you to see them and think—think they're…ugly.”
the silence that followed felt unbearable.
it only makes your anxiety grow and you feel so dumb for talking about it, maybe you should just have stopped and that's it…because nanami didn't move an inch since your little monologue, his honey eyes still trying to catch your gaze.
your stomach drops. you start to shift trying to get off the counter, anything to escape mortification. “look, i'm sorry,” you say, heart pounding, eyes glassy. “i-i shouldn't have brought it up, i—umh—it's ok. i just thought that'd be nice to tell you before hand and huh…fuck i ruined everything didn't i?”
that's when you feel his hands coming to your hips, pinning you in place on the countertop. you gasp as he presses his cock against your core harder than ever—twitching with need.
when you looked up, his eyes had darkened. his brows were furrowed, jaw tight, emotion bleeding into every sharp line of his face. “that,” he said flatly, “is the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard.”
your breath hitched.
“i'm not a boy with a warped idea of what women are supposed to look like.” he leaned in, cupping your jaw to be sure your eyes stay locked onto his. “i'm a grown man. you think i'm painfully hard, grinding against you, shaking, because i'm waiting for something ‘perfect’? sweetheart, i'm here, aching because it's you. all of you that i want.”
his voice was low, frayed. barely holding together. “let me very clear, sweetheart, i'm going to lose my mind when i see them, i will drop to my knees and thank the gods for putting someone as sweet as you.”
your lips part, trying to breathe through the whirl of embarrassment and affection and…arousal.
“ken—”
“does this—” he rasped, grabbing your wrist and guiding your trembling fingers down to the thick, pulsing shape of his cock straining in his slacks, “feel like someone who's going to be disappointed?”
you whimpered, your smaller fingers squeezing his boner.
“f-fuck…” he shuddered. “if you want to stop,” he breathed, forehead falling to your shoulder. “i'll stop. if you want to wait, we'll wait. another month. another year. i don't care. anything you want, for you to be comfortable.”
but his voice cracked at the end—like he was hanging by a thread. you felt it too, his body coiled tight, like a beast barely leashed.
“you're too nice, ken.” you say teary-eyed, half laughing, half melting.
“well, k-keep squeezing me like that and i'm afraid i won't be nice any longer.” he groaned, lip brushing your neck.
your thighs wrapped tighter around him. “you can take it off,”
his head snapped up. “you sure?” his gaze held yours as his fingers brushed the hem of your shirt again, and when you nodded, “arms up, sweets,” he said softly, and you obeyed.
when he tosses delicately your shirt to the side, skilled fingers quickly find your bra and unclip it, oh very so slowly.
when your bra hit the floor, everything held still. like the world paused long enough for nanami to lose his mind quietly. his eyes dragged up, heavy-lidded and wrecked. one big hand came up—trembling—cupping your breast with a war raging in his mind : should i worship or ruin them?
“sweets,” he breathed, thumbing over one of your nipple, “they're perfect. so fucking perfect i feel like i'm hallucinating.”
i actually didn’t know a lot of girlies felt like me toward their boobs. . . i genuinely thought i was the only one being self aware THAT much with them but turns out we are all like this 🥲🥲
im happy if it can help any of you to realize you’re not alone in this mindset but keep in mind : natural boobs don’t stay all round and perfect like society expect them, boobs aren’t here to satisfy fantasies, woman boobs are here to feed your futur children nothing more.
Summary: Law is obsessed with the idea of breeding. When you indulge him, he acts like a dog in heat. 😳😳😳 ~1.2k words. CW: afab reader, dirty talk, gendered language (“mommy”), ejaculation inside. Mildly edited~
MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.
Law fantasized about having kids with you. He was especially preoccupied by the act itself, i.e. cumming inside of you and getting you pregnant. Realistically, he didn’t think a family would be feasible in the near future, but when he broached the topic with you, you were enthusiastic and on board for all of it, especially in bed. He went fucking feral for it.
Law was insatiable. He’d pull you away from the crew and fuck you anywhere he could get away with, whether that be his cabin, the supply closet, the laundry room, the galley, literally anywhere. He’d whisper or grunt out the nastiest words that he could think of (which were arguably very sweet, too) and he’d cum inside of you every time. He also made sure that you came on his cock every time, without fail.
Law wasn’t worried about actually getting you pregnant, because anytime he came inside of you, he either used his medical knowledge and timed it according to your cycle, or he used his devil fruit powers to simply remove his cum. It was a win-win scenario: Law got to live out his fantasies with reckless abandon, and you came every time.
Someday, though, he wasn’t going to do either of those things. He wasn’t going to plan around your cycle or take his cum out of you. He’d actually just get you pregnant. Anytime he fucked you, he’d tell himself that it was today. Today would be the day that he finally got you pregnant. That was a big part of the fantasy—the idea that he’d fuck you and today (whatever that day was) would be the day he finally pumped you full of his kids.
One random afternoon he pulled you into a random supply closet, ripped off your clothes and fingered you from behind until you came. Then, when you were dripping wet and shaking, he pinned you against the wall and slipped his cock into you. His chest pressed on your back while one of his hands gripped your hip. The other hand reached around your front, rubbing your clit in rough, euphoric circles.
Before you even had sex, Law started to get hard at the idea of how you would look pregnant, walking around like that for everyone to see and know that it was him who did that.
As he slid his cock into your messy cunt, he murmured in your ear. “Let me do all the work, gorgeous.”
Law’s hips crashed into yours and let out a wet, filthy sound each time. You tried to bite your tongue and keep the moans in, but you were struggling. His lips were centimeters from your ear, his voice was husky and gravelly. Desire trickled out of his lips at a rate comparable to the juices leaking out of you.
“Don’t you want to start a family, sweetheart?” Law growled, sending goosebumps down your neck. His wiry facial hair tickled your skin. “Gonna creampie you ‘till you get pregnant for me.”
His hips increased their pace at each nasty word he uttered in your ear.
“You wanna take it all for me? You’d look so f-fucking hot pregnant, baby, won’t you let me cum inside and make you a mom?”
The answer was obviously (and always) yes. When you whimpered and whined it only spurred him on.
“Gonna be such a good mommy for me, fuuuccckkk.”
Law’s cock grinded into you, scraping your walls and hitting your g-spot. Each thrust slammed ecstasy into your core, making you squirm and keen his name. Your legs were starting to give out, your face was pressed against the wall, and you barely had the strength to remain standing.
“Law, fuck, cum in me—f-fill me up, wanna have your k-kids” you moaned into the wall as his fingers on your clit pressed down.
Your words, as simple as they were, set him off. When you participated in the fantasy like that it drove him fucking crazy.
He started to kiss and nibble on your exposed shoulder, biting it like he was mating with you, like you were all his. When he bit down hard enough, you yelped. He loved that sound.
“’m gonna fuck you full,” Law groaned and his hips shuddered. “You gonna have my babies? Be a mommy for me?”
You attempted to nod while Law let out guttural noises in your ear. “Gonna breed this pretty pussy. Pregnant with all my—fuck—my kids, fuck baby—I—fucckkkk.”
Law could hardly speak. You just felt too good around him—it’s like you were swallowing him up, squeezing him, like your body was begging him to cum inside. He moaned, low and primal, fucking you at a feverish pace.
With those heaving words, Law’s hips spasmed frantically and he shot his seed deep inside, as close to your cervix as he possibly could. You could feel the ropes of hot, sticky cum spurting out of him, filling you up.
Your orgasm was seconds after his, blissful and mind blowing. As you reeled in pleasure, your walls clenched around his cock he convulsed again. He imagined your walls milking him dry and almost blacked out from pleasure.
When Law was done cumming in you, he peeled his sweat-ridden chest off your back and flipped you around. He kissed you passionately for a minute before he realized how weak you were after cumming twice.
Law used his devil fruit powers to switch your clothes onto you from where they lay crumpled in a pile on the floor. He could have used his powers to get you into bed if he wanted to, but he preferred to carry you there in his arms. If anyone on the crew saw, they would know what happened (and he didn’t care).
When he fucked you ravenously, Law was hyperaware of the effects that such rough sex had on your body. He was cognizant of that always, but in the moments after you had sex he made sure to treat you like you were delicate and precious to him. While he carted you off to bed, he gave you a few more kisses. He always gave you as many as you'd take.
You nuzzled into his chest and the next thing you knew, he was cuddling you in bed. Law knew that you loved cuddling after sex, so he obliged with the sweetest smile on his face. He felt lucky that you let him fuck you in whatever depraved and fantastical way he could think of. What a privilege.
Law pondered it for a while and decided that maybe it would actually be today, if you were fine with it. If you’d let him, he’d actually get you pregnant this time. No devil fruit powers would be used to take his cum out of you, if you gave the go ahead. And if you said no, if you asked him to take his seed out of you, he’d be ecstatic to give it another go. After all, if today wasn’t the day he got you pregnant for good, maybe it would tomorrow. He would give you as many tomorrows as you wanted.
ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ thank u for reading!! (*ﾉ∀`*) also its law's birthday so i hope we all dream of fucking him tn, he deserves it (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
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Zoro × reader,zoro and reader used to be gt but broke up(mutual?) a long time ago, somehow the straw hats recruited a new member(reader) while zoro was asleep during the whole situation
Maybe there's prob still some romantic tension between them? I think the both of them would somehow act like an old married couple lol hopefully this gives u some ideas!!
Old married couple? | Roronoa Zoro
A/n: This request was really interesting when I first read it. It took a while because I tried to write it differently but I hope you’ll like it.
CW: fluff/sfw, Ex-boyfriend Zoro, Ex-girlfriend reader, romantic tension, bickering, old married couple energy
Summary: Read Request
To my Masterlist
Zoro cracked one eye open lazily, the sun beating down on him like a relentless, smug enemy. He sat up with a grunt, scratching the back of his head. Something felt…off.
The air had a different energy today. There were way too many voiced, too much laughter. And way too much chaos.
"Oi, why is it so loud?", he grumbled, rolling off his sunbathing spot and storming toward the deck where the rest of the crew was.
The sight that greeted him neatly made him choke. The last thing Rorona Zoro expected when he woke up from a nap was to find his past right in front of him.
You.
You, who he hadn’t seen in years. You, who he used to hold close during colder nights. You, who he’d mutually broke up with.
You were laughing at something Luffy said, your voice carried by the sea breeze. For a second, he thought he was dreaming. You hadn’t chanced much, looking exactly the same and somehow worse but on the best way. More dangerous. More gorgeous.
More you.
"What. The. Hell.", Zoro said flatly.
"Oi, Zoro! You’re awake. Meet out new cremate!" Nami yelled out loud while smiling at you.
New crewmate. New crewmate?? When had that happened?!
"Since when the hell did we recruit them?", he muttered, loud enough for Nami to hear. "While you were snoring like a bear. They’re part of out crew now. Deal with it.", she said and crossed her arms at him.
You stared at his confused but also slightly sour face with amusement. Zoro has changed so much since you two last saw each other.
Zoro felt his eye twitch. "The hell are you doing here?" You shrugged. "Missed me, swordsman?", you teased while sending him a smirk.
"Tch," Zoro looked away, ears faintly pink. "Missed the headaches, maybe." There it was, that tension. It was thick enough to cut with a dull knife. The seats hadn’t filled it, if anything, it crackled between you even stronger.
It was also a nightmare, because even after all this time, just looking at you made his heart stumble. You weren’t better either. His voice, his hair, his eyes. All of him were so much more mature than back in your days together and still, you liked it.
And now you were here, back in his life, looking at him like no time had passed at all.
From behind you, Ussop whispered to Nami. "Are they fighting or flirting?" "Old married couple vibes," Nami sighted dramatically.
You and Zoro somehow got stuck on watch duty together. The silence between you two was heavy, filled with all the words neither of you knew how to start.
Finally, you broke it. "You still sleep with three swords at one, or have you calmed down in your old age?"
Zoro scoffed. "You still hog the blankets?" "You still snore loud enough to wake the dead?" "You still make that annoying squeaky noise when you’re mad?" You glanced at him and he glanced right back.
It was stupid. It was childish. You know that better than anyone else. It was so familiar that you felt your heart ache. But that didn’t last long then you burst out laughing, bright and careless.
"It’s good to see you again, mosshead."
"Yeah, you too, idiot."
The bickering never stopped though. You taking his spot on the Sunny to nap and Zoro grumbling but moving you a bit so you didn’t get sunburned.
Or when you two had sparring matched that somehow ended with both of you breathless on hue ground, refusing to admit who won.
At meal timer you criticize his table manners, while he criticized your lack of manners at all. It was always a mess between you two.
Today, you kept grabbing the seasoning he was reaching for. He kept correcting the way you held your cup. "You gonna spill it, idiot."
And you corrected the way he cut his meat. "You’re supposed to be a swordsman? Pathetic."
That went on for weeks where everyone groaned every time you two bickered. The wanted you two to kiss and get together again after they learned about your past together.
The it happened. It happened after a late-night sparring match, sweaty and laughing. Then, you tripped and Zoro caught you with a grunt, his hands landing on your waist instinctively. Classic.
However, neither of you moved. Your faces were inched apart, you eyes locking with each others. "Still a clumsy idiot.", he muttered, his voice lower than usual. You smirk. "Still an infuriating bastard."
Before either or you could second guess it, he leaned down, your lips crashing together in a messy and heated kiss that spoke more than words could ever do. Your lips moved perfectly together like it used to and you couldn’t deny it anymore. You missed it. You missed him.
Your heart was beating fast in your chest even after you pulled back slightly. Zoro rested his forehead against yours. "I missed this… I won’t let you go this time.", he admitted with a smirk on his lips.
You smiled, soft and happy. "Good," you whispered. "I wasn’t planning on leaving anyway."
In the background:
Ussop, Nami, Luffy, Brook and Sanji were peaking from behind a barrel. "I knew it!", Nami whisper-yelled.
Sanji cried quietly, his hope to win you over gone now. "I hate it… why him?…"
"You owe me 500 berries, Ussop!", Nami said, grinning and dreaming about the money.
Hey! first of all, I really really love your writing and how your plot goes. but may I request?
wherein reader is apart of the straw hats and is secretly in a relationship with Law. during a fight or raid, they get separated and don't know if each other is alive. after the raid/fight reader wakes up after being unconscious and the straw hats are there and reader is bandaged and all, inviting her to go back to the thousand sunny, when she remembers she doesn't know what happened to Law. she panics, but then Law calls reader and she runs to him, and the straw hats are surprised. and you can do whatever ending you want :3
UGH thank you, this idea has been bugging my mind for a long time now. seriously.
Secret relationship | Trafalgar D. Water Law
A/n: Omg thank you for that request! I love the your idea! It’s quiet short but it’s actually my first request so I hope you’ll like it
CW: angst, fluff, secret relationship, fear of losing someone
Summary: Read request
To my Masterlist
"Y/n! Stay near me!" You heard Law shout to you while fighting the marines. "Hey, Torao! Y/n is in my crew so stop ordering her around!" Luffy chimed in and punched a bunch of weak marines soldiers against a house.
Law glanced at your captain, not wanting to reveal your relationship and let out a "Tsk." The Herat pirates and the Straw Hat pirates were fighting alongside each other against the marines on a small island.
"Don’t worry! I can handle them myself! Focus!" You yelled back and drop kicked some soldiers. The fight became protracted as more and more ships arrived.
More and more soldiers came towards you, shooting with guns or trying to slice you with their swords. You blocked their attacks, sending them flying away one by one. What you didn’t notice was that you were separated from Law and the rest of your crew.
You fought them one by one until a vice admiral appeared in front of you. "You… Haven’t you noticed anything?" Your brows furrowed and you looked around you only to realize you’re separated from your crew and you boyfriend.
"Shit! How couldn’t I noticed?", you cursed yourself but your mind wander to Law. Is he alright? I hope he’s not hurt. What if they captured him? Or what if they killed him?
Meanwhile Law was fighting against another vice admiral, not noticing your absence. "Hey, Trafalgar. Haven’t you noticed something?" Law frowned at his enemy, his sword in his hand while he tried to catch his breath. He didn’t answer, his mind wandering to you.
"Your little girlfriend or whatever she is isn’t here anymore. Do you want to know what happened to her?" Law's eyes widen and he immediately turned around to look for you, only to find the place you were minutes ago empty.
His heart dropped and panic rises inside him. He tried to ignore the feeling of worry. He’s going to look for you when he’s done.
Back to you, you let your guard down for a moment to look where your boyfriend was, but then you suddenly felt a hard impact against your head. Your eyes widen, warm blood tickling down your head as you were send flying against a wall.
You fell to the ground, your body shaking from the impact as you tried to get up only to be kicked away again. The last thing you saw was Robin appearing in front of you before you fell unconscious.
"She needs rest, guys. We should go." A high voice rand through your ear as you slowly opened your eyes. "Wait, Chooper. She’s waking up." You let out a groan and looked around, noticing that you’re not on the Thousand Sunny but on the Polar Tang.
"What happened?", you asked while slowly sitting up, holding your throbbing head. "Robin rescued you after the marines almost caught you.", Nami explained with a worried look in her eyes.
"Y/n! Now that you’re awake, we can return to the Sunny!", Luffy yelled but got knocked down by Chopper who scolded him. Your sore body is covered in bandages, restricting your movements.
Then you remembered. "W-where’s he? Where’s Law?" Your crew turned to you in confusion, wondering why you’re asking for Law.
"Is he okay? Where’s he?" You were slowly panicking, looking around the room, only to find your crew.
"Y/n." A soft voice called out to you and you looked to the door were your boyfriend stood. You immediately got off the bed, stumbling to him, ignoring the pain in our head and all over your body.
"Law!" You fell into his arms and buried your face into his chest, your crew looking at you two confused. "Wait. What’s happening here?", Sanji asked, his mouth wide open and his eyes slightly hurt.
The others had a surprised look on their faces as well after they watched what just happened. "W-hat’s going on?", Ussop stuttered and pointed at you and Law.
"I guess we can’t keep it from them forever… Law and I are in a relationship… We’ve been for a while now…" I confessed while looking at your stunned crew. Most of them were looking at you with wide eyed, their expression more than bist surprised.
"Huh?!" The Heart pirates and the Straw Hat pirates let out a surprised roar, not expecting that at all. "Captain is in a relationship with one of the Straw Hats?!" Penguin repeated, his jaw dropping.
"Y/n is going to stay here on the Polar Tang. I’m going to watch over her." That seems to wake them up and they immediately tried to convince you to go with them instead.
"No! Y/n is my crew member! Chopper can do that!“ That lead to Law and Luffy bickering while the rest of both crews just sweat dropped.
At the end, you’re staying with Law while Luffy was pouting and eating meat. Sanji was defeated that he had 'lost' you to Law forever while others were happy for you two.
"Does you head still hurts? Tell me if anything hurts." You smiled at your boyfriend’s worried tone. "I’m fine as long as I am with you, Law."
"You scared me when you disappeared. I thought you- you…" Your gaze softened and you cupped his face with your hands.
"You would find me, always. I’m not going anywhere." Law closed his eyes and relaxed at your soft touch. He felt safe around you. When he couldn’t find you immediately, he panicked and when Robin brought you back, unconscious, he panicked even more.
"I was also scared… I thought maybe they got you… But I was a fool to think that. I’m just glad that we don’t have to hide anymore…" A faint smile creeped on Law’s lips as he looked into your eyes. He would definitely turn the world around to find you.
Hey, hope you’re doing good. I know you have many request but I have an idea.
Reader is the "sister" of Ace, Sabo and Luffy. Reader disappeared after Sabos death and years later, after Aces death, Luffy met her in the new world and he is so happy that she’s alive.
Maybe Reader has a devil fruit power that let her body turn into fabric and can make it harder so softer to fight enemies
Luffy’s ‘sister’
luffy x reader (platonic I guess)
a/n: I wrote it thinking it happens after the time-skip and before dressrosa arc. Also I didn't know if you wanted it to be platonic or not so I tried to stay in the middle + some talks about Ace and Sabo to make it emotional but also funny.
“Captain! There’s a ship up ahead!” Usopp shouts, peering through his scope “It’s not attacking, but… there’s someone standing on the mast!”
Luffy’s eyes narrow. A lone figure stands tall against the wind, their long coat billowing like a flag. He squints, and for a second, his breath catches.
No way.
Before anyone can react, the figure leaps from the mast. They’re coming straight for them.
Zoro reaches for his swords, but Luffy throws out an arm “Wait!” His voice shakes. The others hesitate, Luffy never sounds like this.
The person lands gracefully on the deck, boots tapping softly against the wood. The wind carries their voice as they straighten.
“It’s been a long time… Luffy.”
His world tilts. He knows that voice. That face. His heart slams against his ribs.
“Y/N??” His voice cracks as he shouts your name.
The crew watches in shock as their captain rushes forward, arms flailing. Before you can react, he crashes into you, hugging you tight.
“I thought you were gone!” Luffy shouts into your shoulder, his grip like iron “You disappeared! After Sabo—” His voice stumbles, raw and unguarded.
You tense at the names, but slowly raise a hand to his back, patting him “I didn’t die, Luffy.”
“But you weren’t there!” He pulls back, eyes glistening “Why did you leave like that? Why didn’t you come back?!”
You sigh, fingers curling slightly “Because I wasn’t strong enough.”
Before you can answer, Zoro clears his throat “Uh, Luffy, mind explaining?”
You glance at the swordsman, then at the rest of the crew “Oh… right. I guess you guys don’t know me.”
Luffy grins, though there’s still a hint of sadness in his eyes. He turns to his crew, beaming “This is Y/N! My sister!”
“WHAT?!” Nami, Usopp, and Chopper yell at the same time.
“Not by blood,” you correct, crossing your arms “Ace, Sabo, and Luffy—” Your voice falters just slightly “We swore to be siblings when we were kids.”
Robin watches you carefully “Then why have we never heard of you?”
You don’t answer immediately. Your fingers twitch, and a thread unravels from your sleeve, dancing between your fingers.
“I disappeared,” you finally say “After Sabo’s ship was destroyed, I—I lost it. I ran. And then when Ace...”
Luffy flinches, and you stop. The air between you is heavy.
“Anyway,” you clear your throat, rolling your shoulders “I got stronger. And now I’m here.”
Sanji steps forward, eyes softened despite the cigarette between his lips “You survived all this time alone?”
“Not alone,” you smirk “I had my own crew for a while. And my devil fruit helped.”
Before anyone can ask, your body shifts. Your arms ripple, turning into woven fibers, flowing like silk before hardening like steel. You smirk “I ate the Nuno Nuno no Mi. I can turn my body into fabric, make it soft, hard, anything I need to fight.”
Franky whistles “That’s super cool!”
You chuckle, but then Luffy suddenly grabs your shoulders. His grin is wide, bright, filled with something he hasn’t felt in years.
“You’re here,” he says, voice full of relief “You’re really here.”
Your breath hitches. You never thought you’d see that smile again, not aimed at you. Not after everything.
But here he is. And something deep inside you, something broken, starts to mend.
“Yeah,” you murmur “I’m here, Luffy.”
And for the first time in years, you let yourself believe it.
Luffy doesn’t let go. His grip is strong, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he loosens up even a little.
You sigh “Luffy, I need to breathe.”
He finally steps back, laughing “Oops. But I still can’t believe it! You’re alive!”
The crew watches closely, their curiosity thick in the air. Nami crosses her arms “Okay, so you’re Luffy’s ‘sister.’ But why are you here now?”
You hesitate. You’ve had plenty of time to think about what to say, but now that you’re here, nothing comes out easily.
“I heard about what happened.” Your voice is quieter now “To Ace.”
Luffy’s smile falters, and the ship falls silent. The crew shifts uncomfortably, all of them stealing glances at their captain.
Your hands clench into fists “I wasn’t there for him.”
Luffy’s expression darkens, but he shakes his head “It wasn’t your fault.”
You let out a bitter chuckle “That’s funny, coming from you.”
His jaw tightens, but before he can say anything, you push forward “I looked for you after Marineford. I heard you were alive, but by the time I tracked you down, you were already gone. Off training, I guess.”
“So you’ve been looking for him this whole time?” Robin asks.
“Not exactly,” you admit “I had my own things to take care of. But when I heard the Straw Hats were back in the New World… well, I figured it was time.”
Luffy tilts his head “Time for what?”
You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck “To come back. To fight alongside you.”
For a moment, Luffy just stares. Then, his face splits into the biggest grin.
“That’s awesome! You should join my crew!”
The words hit you like a punch.
Your mind pulls you back, years and years ago. Four kids, sitting in the woods, dreaming of the future.
“I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!” Luffy had shouted, grinning from ear to ear.
Ace had smirked “Then I’ll be the one to make sure no one beats you.”
Sabo had laughed “I’ll see the whole world first. Every inch of it!”
And you had thrown your arms up, puffing out your chest “Then I’m gonna be the strongest and most beautiful pirate captain ever! The most beautiful and powerful woman that no man can defeat!”
The boys had groaned at your declaration, but you had been serious. You wanted to stand among the greatest, make a name for yourself, lead your own crew.
But after Sabo’s death, that dream had faded. You let yourself forget it, bury it deep. You lost sight of what you wanted.
Yet here Luffy is, standing in front of you, still believing in his dream like nothing had ever changed.
And somehow, that makes you smile.
“I haven’t decided yet,” you say honestly “But I’ll stick around for a while.”
Luffy pumps his fist in the air “That’s good enough for me!”
Zoro steps forward, eyeing you critically “If you’re going to be traveling with us, I want to know what you can do. A devil fruit alone doesn’t mean you can keep up.”
Your lips curl into a smirk “You want to test me, swordsman?”
Zoro’s hand rests on Wado Ichimonji’s hilt “I want to make sure you won’t be dead weight.”
Luffy laughs “A fight! Yeah, let’s see what you got, Y/N!”
You crack your knuckles “Fine. Let’s take this to the deck.”
Within minutes, the crew forms a rough circle around you and Zoro. You stretch your arms, fabric threads extending from your sleeves before retracting.
Zoro rolls his shoulders “You ready?”
You grin “Always.”
The moment the words leave your mouth, he vanishes. Fast. But you’ve fought swordsmen before.
You twist, your body unraveling into woven strands as his blade slices through where your torso should be. He lands behind you, eyes narrowing at your now fabric-like form.
“Interesting” he mutters.
You re-solidify and whip your arm forward, threads shooting out like a whip. He blocks with his sword, but the force pushes him back.
Sanji whistles “Not bad.”
Zoro lunges again, this time faster. You harden your right arm, making it as dense as wood, and block his strike. But you misjudge his strength. His blade slices clean through, cutting your arm right off at the elbow.
Chopper gasps “Zoro! You cut her arm!”
But you don’t even flinch. Instead, the severed fabric of your arm ripples and knits itself back together, new threads forming until your arm is as good as new.
“Nice try” you tease, flexing your fingers.
Zoro’s eyes flash with interest “Huh. So that’s how it works.”
Before either of you can move again, Luffy jumps between you, laughing “Okay, okay! You’re strong! Zoro, she wins!”
Zoro scoffs but doesn’t argue. He sheathes his sword “You’ll do.”
Luffy throws an arm around your shoulders, grinning “Then it’s settled! Y/N is sailing with us!”
You shake your head but don’t push him off. For the first time in years, something feels right.
Maybe this is where you’re meant to be.
The next few days aboard the Sunny feel… strange. Familiar and unfamiliar all at once.
Luffy drags you around, introducing you to every part of the ship as if you’re not already well aware of how a crew operates. You humor him anyway.
Chopper asks you a million questions about your devil fruit. Franky gushes over how “super” your ability is. Brook tells you a story that somehow turns into a song. Sanji cooks you meals that make your stomach ache with nostalgia.
At night, you sit alone on the deck, staring at the stars. You remember sitting like this with Ace, Sabo and Luffy, talking about the future, making stupid promises.
“You’re thinking about them, aren’t you?”
You glance over. Luffy is sitting beside you, his usual grin absent. His expression is quiet, thoughtful.
You sigh “Yeah.”
A long silence stretches between you. Then—
“I miss them too.”
Your chest tightens. Luffy isn’t good with words when it comes to things like this, but the way he says it, the raw honesty in his voice, hits you harder than anything else.
“I wish I could’ve been there for Ace,” you admit “I wish I could’ve helped.”
Luffy shakes his head “Ace wouldn’t want that. He did what he wanted. Just like Sabo.”
The name makes your throat tighten. The last time you saw him, he was setting out on that boat. You were kids. You never got to say goodbye.
“Do you ever wonder if things would be different?” you ask quietly.
Luffy looks up at the sky, thinking. Then, he grins “Nah. Because I’m still gonna be King of the Pirates!”
You blink at him, then let out a small chuckle “You really haven’t changed, huh?”
“Nope!” He grins wider, stretching his arms behind his head “Back then, we all had our own dreams, right? Ace wanted to make sure no one beat me, Sabo wanted to see the world, and you—”
He turns to you, his grin turning softer.
“You wanted to be the strongest and most beautiful pirate captain ever.”
Your breath catches. You haven’t thought about that in so long.
Luffy leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees “And y’know what? You already did it.”
You stare at him “What?”
“You’re still a captain, even if you don’t have a crew right now. And you’re already the strongest and most beautiful woman pirate I know!”
Your face heats up, and you smack his arm lightly “Idiot. You don’t just say stuff like that.”
“But it’s true!” Luffy laughs “You didn’t give up, Y/N. You’re still out here, still fighting. That means your dream is still real.”
His words settle deep in your chest. You lost sight of that dream for so long, let yourself forget it after Sabo’s death. But hearing it from Luffy…
Maybe he’s right.
Maybe your dream never really died.
You exhale, a small smile tugging at your lips “Yeah. Maybe it is.”
Luffy grins “Then let’s keep going together!”
You laugh, shaking your head “You really don’t let things go, do you?”
“Nope!”
You roll your eyes, but something in you feels lighter.
The next morning, the crew is gathered around the deck, eating breakfast. Luffy, as always, is stuffing his face like he hasn’t eaten in weeks.
You sit next to him, sipping your drink when he suddenly smacks the table “Oh yeah! I should tell you guys some stories about when we were kids!”
You nearly choke “Luffy—”
But it’s too late. The crew is already interested.
“Oh? This sounds fun” Robin says with a knowing smile.
“Yes, tell us more about our dear Y/N!” Brook laughs “Embarrassing stories, if you have them!”
You glare at Luffy, silently warning him to shut up. He ignores you completely.
“Okay, okay, so there was this one time Y/N lost a bet and had to marry one of us!” Luffy announces proudly.
You drop your cup “Luffy, shut up!”
“Wait, what?!” Nami and Usopp both exclaim.
Sanji nearly chokes on his cigarette “Marry?! Who?!”
Luffy grins mischievously, pointing his thumb at himself “Me!”
You groan, burying your face in your hands “I hate you.”
The crew erupts into laughter.
“Wait, wait,” Franky says between chuckles “How did this even happen?”
Luffy leans back, grinning ear to ear “So we were playing this game, and Y/N lost as always. Ace said the loser had to marry one of us for the day.”
“Ace was the priest” you mutter, shaking your head.
“And Sabo was the one crying like a proud parent” Luffy adds “Like, real tears! He was all, ‘No! Y/N, you're too young for this!’”
Usopp is wheezing “He actually cried?!”
“Yeah!” Luffy nods enthusiastically “I don’t even know if he was faking it or not, but it was so funny!”
You groan “I wanted to punch every single one of them so bad, but Ace said it was against the ‘sacred marriage rules.’”
Zoro smirks, raising a brow “So, did you two actually go through with it?”
Luffy shrugs “Yeah! I even made her a ring out of leaves.”
“And then I threw it at his face, and he started crying like a baby, so Ace had to end the act.” you grumble.
The crew bursts into laughter again. Even you can’t help but smile a little.
“Man,” Luffy sighs, looking up at the sky “We were so dumb back then.”
“You still are” you retort.
He laughs “Yeah, but it was fun, right?”
You pause, thinking back to those carefree days in the forest. Even with all the fights, the chaos, the stupid dares, you wouldn’t trade those memories for anything.
“Yeah,” you admit with a small smile “It was.”
Luffy grins wider, shoving more food into his mouth.
The conversation shifts, but as the crew laughs and jokes around, you can’t help but feel a warmth in your chest.
Then suddenly Zoro smirks, arms crossed “So, she’s not your sister but your wife?”
Silence.
Then—
“EH?!” Usopp nearly spits out his drink.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” you yell at the same time.
Luffy tilts his head “Huh? But she’s my sister.”
Brook chuckles “Well, technically, if you were married, wouldn’t that make her your—”
“NO!” you cut in before he can finish that cursed sentence.
Sanji slams his hands on the table, looking like he’s about to explode “Luffy, you idiot! You were married to such a beautiful lady, and you didn’t even treat it like a sacred bond?!”
“It was a joke, you idiot!” you snap.
Luffy just laughs, completely unfazed “Yeah! It was just for a day! She couldn’t be my wife for real anyway, she actually had feelings for Ace.”
Dead silence again.
Then—
“WHAT?!”
Your eyes widen as your face heats up “I did what?!”
Luffy nods confidently “Yeah! I'm not that stupid... You totally liked Ace, right? I mean, you always got flustrated when he teased you. And you looked all shy and stuff whenever he did something nice for you.”
You freeze, blinking at him in utter disbelief “Luffy, what are you talking about?!”
Luffy grins, oblivious to the red creeping up your neck “Well, yeah! You were always blushing around him, and when Ace told you he’d protect you, you got all embarrassed and smiled like you were secretly happy.”
Your eyes twitch as you realize what he’s saying “Luffy, that was just because Ace was a big annoying idiot!”
Luffy tilts his head, thinking it over “Hmm… Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly that. But you definitely cared a lot about him!”
You rub your temples, trying to keep your cool “I did care about Ace, but NOT like that!”
The crew watches, barely containing their laughter as Luffy’s words continue to spiral.
Luffy isn’t fully convinced “But you were always jealous when he’d hang out with Sabo, you wanted to be with him all the time.”
You stare at him in disbelief “What?!”
“Yeah! I thought you were just mad ’cause you wanted Ace to spend more alone time with you!”
You grit your teeth, ready to explode when suddenly, Robin, who has been quietly listening, raises her hand and looks at you with a knowing smile.
“Ohhh! So you liked Sabo!”
You freeze.
“Eh?” Luffy tilts his head in confusion.
Robin’s expression remains calm as she leans forward, explaining “Yeah, from what Luffy is saying you always seemed a little flustered when Ace teased you, but not because of him, it was because Sabo was watching, right?”
Your heart skips a beat as you realize the implication. The room goes quiet. The crew looks between Robin and you as the pieces start to fall into place.
“What do you mean?” Usopp asks, his voice shaky, as if he’s starting to understand.
Robin continues, her eyes twinkling “When Ace said he would protect you, you didn’t get flustered because you liked him. It was because you wanted Sabo be the one to protect you, not Ace.”
Your face burns “I—I didn’t like him like that!”
Luffy blinks, completely oblivious “Huh? I always thought you were shy around Ace because you liked him.”
You fight the urge to bury your face in your hands “No! I didn’t!”
But as the crew starts piecing Luffy’s stories and your reactions together, you realize they’ve started to connect the dots. Robin did a good job analysing is all. Yet Luffy never caught on.
Franky scratches his head, still a little confused but grinning “So, wait, you liked Sabo the while marrying Luffy?”
“NO!” You practically shout, flailing your arms “I—”
Luffy, ever the oblivious one, just laughs “Heh, it’s okay, Y/N. It happens to everyone! I mean, you liked Sabo? It’s cool!”
Your embarrassment grows tenfold “Luffy, I swear—”
The crew is in full-on teasing mode now, and you just want to hide. Sanji’s voice cracks as he dramatically falls to his knees “Sabo, you lucky one…”
You finally give up. You collapse into your seat, covering your face with both hands “I hate all of you. We all were just kids… I was just a dumb kid with a dumb crush for a dumb kid...”
Despite your frustration, a small smile sneaks onto your face. This was ridiculous, but it felt… kind of good. Having these memories out in the open, even the embarrassing ones, made you feel like you were truly home again.
CW: fluff, you have a bad day, Zoro comforts you, soft Zoro, bit hurt
Summary: You have a bad day and tried to handle it on your own but Zoro knows better and comforts you.
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Today, you felt like everything around you is about to crush you. You couldn’t eat breakfast without feeling a heavy weight on you.
"Y/n-chan? Is something wrong? Is the food not to your liking?" You shook your head, looking at Sanji with an apologetic look. "No. Your food is amazing as always. I just have a lot in mind. That’s all." You reassured him and started to eat again.
Then, when the others tried to initiate a conversation with you, you brushed them off, not wanting to burden the others with your feelings.
"Oi, Y/n! Let’s-" "I’m sorry Ussop but I don’t feel talking right now. Maybe later." Ussop nodded, a bit thrown off by your odd behavior but he didn’t questioned it and went to Chopper.
The crew was normal. The were laughing, bickering, working or just relaxing, but you. You felt like crying. It was as if you didn’t belong to them, making you feel even more like an outsider. You know exactly that it’s not the case but you couldn’t help yourself.
So you went to your room in the girls chamber, closing the curtains and turning off any light there was. You just wanted to lay down alone.
You let your body drop on the bed, slowly letting everything, in form of tears, out. A sob escaped your throat, then another one and another one. You couldn’t stop them and your didn’t wanted to. You wanted to be alone for a while, hoping that no one would come in.
Though you must’ve forgot how observant your boyfriend is. "Go to her." The sudden voice behind the swordsman made him flinch. Robin, who just spoke up, started at him. "She hasn’t been acting like herself the whole day. You should go to her."
Zoro nodded in agreement and made his way to the girls chamber. Nami saw that and was about to yell at Zoro when Robin shook her head. "Let him be. Y/n needs him." "I see… Alright." Nami smiled and continued yelling at Luffy.
"Y/n?" You looked towards the door to find Zoro, his soft voice calling out for you. Tears were still rolling down your face but you didn’t want him to look at you in that pathetic state.
"Please, don’t…don’t turn on the lights." You begged in a shaky tone. Zoro immediately knew what you meant: Please don’t look at me.
That’s what you meant by those words. He let out a sigh, closed the door and walked up to you. "We don’t have to talk. Just don’t hide your feelings from me." Zoro let himself down next to you, his swords on the ground.
You made space for him, turning yourself to face him while he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around your body. You instinctively pressed your head against his warm chest, finding comfort in your boyfriend.
Zoro heard your sniffles and felt your tears drop on his chest and it hurt him. It hurt that you’ve been feeling down an he only realized it now. His heart arched in pain seeing you in that weak state.
"You don’t have to hold back, y'know? Why do you think you have me? To brag?" Your mood was lifted by his stupid words. He was right in a way. As lovers, you should support each other anytime without doubt. And right now, he’s supporting you. Holding you. Comforts you.
"I-I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to ruin the mood on the ship." Zoro snorted at your apologize. "Don’t apologize for that. Just let me stay with you." Luckily, the room was dark so couldn’t see his flushed face.
Silence filled the room. You were thankful for that. As time passed, the tears stopped welling out of your eyes and you felt tired. "Zoro? Thank you for being with me.." Just as Zoro was about to answer, he heard your quiet and peaceful snores.
The swordsman tighten his arms around you, pulling you closer to him while he himself drifted off to sleep.
"Look at them. So Zoro can be soft." Ussop giggled while looking through the tiny slit on the door.
"He’s treating her so gentle. It’s almost unfair." Nami pouted playfully but knew you two deserved each other.
"Let them be. They deserve some privacy as well." The whole crew, who just watched your two from the door, flinched as hands suddenly blocked their view and closed the door.
CW: fluff, mention of a fight, interrupted kiss, kissing
Summary: You and Law are inches apart, staring at each others lips, and just before you kiss, someone pulled you apart. But Law isn’t someone who let go that easily.
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Law and you are fighting against the marines. They’ve been following you on the island since you’ve docked on. The other members of his crew are somewhere else while your crew, the Straw Hats, are within sight.
While Law is sounding his devil fruit abilities to cut the soldiers apart, you used your card magic to capture some of them inside or attack them.
"Watch out, Y/n-ya!" "Behind you!" Both of you yelled while taking care of the soldier that was sneaking up behind the other. "Don’t let your guard down." The captain of the Heart pirates warned you. You smirked slightly. "Same goes for you."
More and more marine soldiers with their admiral came, forcing you and law to be cornered. "Hah! You two have no where to go!" One of the soldiers yelled, laughing while the others chimed in.
"Room." You heard Law whispers in a low voice and within a second, the two of you are gone. "He escaped!" "Search for them!" While the marines panicked, you found yourself in a narrowed alley with Law. His body was pressed against yours while your back hit a wall.
"That was close. Thanks." You smiled and looked up, meeting his eyes. Law didn’t answer. He was observing you silently. Your cute lips, your beautiful eyes and your voice that was music to his ears. He let everything about you sink into his mind.
His intense stare made you more than just nervous. He was looking at you like you’re his prey. But somehow you couldn’t help yourself but think it’s attractive. How couldn’t you when a hot man looked at you like he’s doing now?
You already forgot that you’ve been fighting marine solider earlier, only looking up at him. Slowly, he leaned down, his eyes fixed on your lips while yours were glued to his. His warm chest against yours didn’t help at all.
You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body even more. The tension between you was hot and dangerous but you two somehow knew that the other one wanted it.
You leaned up, your lips almost touching when a hand suddenly appeared on Laws shoulders, making him flinch.
"There you are, Torao! What are you doing there?! We have to fight the marines!" The voice of your captain rings to your ears, already anticipating what’s going to happen next.
And as it turns out, you were right. Law was pulled away from you instantly, leaving you alone. Before you could react properly, the upper body of Robin appeared in front of you.
"Y/n! There you are. We need you at the shrine near the mountain. Can you please come?" You didn’t react to her at first, the thought that you’ve almost kissed your ally made you feel…weird?
Why do you feel so warm? We’re you…nervous? Excited? You felt your heartbeat in your ears. It was loud and clear. You were nervous.
"Y/n? Y/n!" Robins voice pulled you out of your thought and you flinched. "S-sorry. How’s the situation? I’ll come as soon as possible." The upper body of Robin disappeared into petals as soon as you said that and you made your way to the shrine, still thinking about what just happened.
The Thousand Sunny was quiet as the sun rises. The only sound you heard was the crash of the waves and the birds. The night before, where all of you fought against the marines, you could only think of Law and the kiss you almost shared.
You caught yourself feeling warm and your heart quicken at the thought. You are falling for him. Hard. And you don’t know how to deal with that.
Just as you were about to return to the girls chamber, a familiar blue area speared around you and a second after that, Law stood in front of you. You were surprised and wanted to ask what he’s doing on the Sunny when he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to his chest.
"I am someone who finishes something once I have started it." That’s when his lips was on yours, his grip firm but gentle. In that moment, your brain turned off. You didn’t returned his kiss at first, too stunned to react but as soon as you felt him pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him down.
It felt like minutes what probably just were seconds before you two pulled apart. Neither of you said something, you just stared at each other before you kissed him again, feeling the need of his soft lips on yours.
You never want to let go of that feeling and neither does Law.
CW: sfw, fluff, size kink (hands), mention of fingering, teasing
Summary: You love Law and on top of that, you found yourself loving the size difference between his and your hands.
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Since you’ve started dating Law, the captain of the Heart pirates, you never knew you were fond of things like that.
It’s just been a few day since you’ve caught yourself staring at it for a bit too long. Even Sachi and Penguin noticed and started teasing you ever since. Bepo on the other hand didn’t dare to bring it up.
Right now, Law and you were laying on the bed together, snuggled up in each others arms. While he’s reading a book, you stared at him. His hand is resting on your waist, pulling you to his chest.
The small lamp on the nightstand provided a pleasant light, just right for a quiet night like today.
You felt safe with your boyfriend. Comfortable. But right now, you also felt embarrassed. Embarrassed by the fact that you loved how his veiny hand was placed on your waist. Loved the tattoos on his fingers.
While Law read his book silently, you placed your hands over his, playing with his fingers. His hand was warm, a bit rough but soft at the same time.
The bare look at his veins, his knuckles, hell even his nails made your heart flutter. But what turns you on the most is the size difference between his hands and yours. His thick and long fingers seem even bigger compared to yours.
Law, of course, noticed the way you looked at his hand and played with it. And he let you. He loves your touches and could never refuse it.
While you were fidging with his fingers, you placed the palm of your hand against his, letting the size difference sink into you.
The first thing that came into your mind was how it would feel if he’d finger you or cup your breasts.
But you quickly threw that thought out of your mind.
"Love?" Law interrupted your thoughts, placing his book down on the nightstand and wrapping his other arm around your body. "Having fun playing with them?" He asked, kissing your neck softly.
"Hmm. I- I really like how big your hands are…" you mumbled while avoiding eye contact. You knew you couldn’t keep secrets from his so why not just telling him?
Law took your hand into his, intertwining his fingers with yours, seeing the difference in size one again. "You like them? Or do you like the thought of what I could do to you with them?" he smirked and pressed you closer to him while your cheeks burned red.
He caught you right handed but it wasn’t surprising, considering he’s very observant.
"Let’s just go to sleep." "Avoiding my question, huh? I’m not wrong then, am I?" he teased, making you feel even more flustered that you already are. "I don’t answer any questions to that." You replied almost immediately and turned around to face him.
"Alright. Sleep now." You nodded, your hands still intertwined while Law shut off the light. Soon after, you two feel asleep faster than ever.
roronoa zoro x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic
summary: thinking about alabasta where there's no room for matsuge to carry you, so zoro puts you on the sled with chopper (feat. a lot of reader x crew too!).
w/c: 1.1k
c/w: zoro refers to reader as 'my girl' & 'girlfriend', she/her pronouns, established relationship, reader is shorter than zoro.
a/n: thanks everyone for voting! here is bf!zoro.
"My turn!" Luffy exclaims, feet dragging through the sand. You eye him wearily as it seems he used the last of his energy to make it known that he was to take your place on the sled. You wince when he stumbles, the last of the water hanging by a rope around his neck.
"No way, moron," Zoro grunts behind you. "My girl and Chopper only."
Next to Luffy, Usopp lets out a noise of disagreement, his body weight relying on the walking stick in his hand. "Surely she can walk— Ouch!"
Chopper's weak giggle cuts the thick air beside you, and you look to where the sharpshooter lays motionless in the orange sand. Glancing back, you see Zoro's fist lowering back to his side.
"Stop complaining," Nami says, adjusting the scarf on her head. "We'll be there soon."
"You're on the back of a camel," Usopp splutters as he gets to his feet. Matsuge grunts in dismissal, and Nami pretends not to hear her crewmate and turns to face the horizon.
"Let me on!" Luffy attempts to yell, staggering toward the swordsman. "C'mon, Chopper, you're an animal fit for the desert."
The reindeer shakes his head and clasps his arms around your bicep. "No way, you try having a fur coat in his heat."
Usopp giggles, though he eyes the waterskin that hangs against Luffy's chest instead of the medic. "I'll cut it off you if you'd like—"
A collective gasp sounds through the group; this time, you kick your leg out to trip him over, realising too late that he was speaking about the water and not Chopper.
Zoro chokes out a cackle at the thump of his crewmate against the sand. "Atta girl."
Usopp makes no move to get up. He lays there, delirious, until Sanji grips the back of his shirt and tugs him along. "Idiot."
The only sound is the wind and the crunch of shoes in the desert. Sighing, you start to feel bad for the others when you see them struggling to stay upright, so, you shuffle Chopper over so you can get up.
"'Ro," You say, turning to face his back. Zoro stops and looks at you with his brows furrowed. "Here, Luffy—"
The group groans as you stand, dusting the sand from your clothes.
Zoro shakes his head and scoffs. "I'm not pulling that moron. Sit back down."
With pleading eyes, you shove your captain toward the sled, carefully avoiding Chopper. "Just pull him; I'll walk with you for a while."
Zoro grumbles and suddenly jolts the sled, so Luffy slides off. "Oops."
"Please, Ro," You say, touching his forearm. "Just until I get tired."
"Yeah, just until she gets tired," Luffy mumbles, heaving himself onto the sled. "Which will be never."
Zoro glares at you, but the look is too familiar for you to take it harshly. Then, he starts walking again, purposefully making a face of discomfort.
"Thanks, baby," you smile, wiping the sweat from your forehead.
"Aw, baby, that's so cute," Usopp mumbles, his face just inches off the ground thanks to Sanji's grip. "Zoro, baby, my baby—"
Sanji rolls his eyes, drops him, and keeps walking. "Do you ever shut up?"
You glance back at him, but Zoro nudges you with his shoulder. "He'll catch up."
Sighing, you stop and walk back to Usopp. Zoro knows what you'll make him do, but god knows he’ll always do what you tell him.
You try your best to help the sniper to his feet, muttering that he won't have to walk anymore, giving Usopp the energy to run to the sled. So much for feeling bad for him...
"You need to learn to ignore them," Sanji says, plucking the cigarette between his lips. "Let the moss head drag you through the dunes. He clearly wants to."
You look back and slow down to match his steps, smiling at Sanji's attempt at being nice to your boyfriend. "It's the least I can do."
The cook begins to counter your lame argument but stops short when he sees Zoro waiting for you ahead: his captain, the sharpshooter, and the reindeer piled on the wooden sand sled.
"I'm doing all this for you, and you ditch me for the cook."
You can feel Sanji roll his eyes beside you. Laughing, you quicken your steps to catch up to the swordsman.
"Jealous?"
Zoro scoffs and readjusts his grip on the ropes. "Of him? I'd rather die."
There's a sigh behind you, and then Sanji speeds past you, hands clasped before him as he asks Nami if she needs anything.
Zoro knocks your shoulder with his bicep, bringing you back to the man beside you. He's a man of very few words, but you know what he's trying to say. Quit teasing me.
Rolling your eyes, you giggle. "Stop flirting, we're in the desert."
"Seriously?"
You shrug and glance at the boys on the sled, your sweet expression turning to irritation when you see them sitting cross-legged, whispering animatedly while Chopper lies half-delirious from heat stroke. “Seriously?”
“Yeah? I just asked that—“
You stop walking and hit an oblivious Luffy upside the head when he passes. Your captain tumbles onto the sand, Usopp following soon after with expletives falling from his lips.
Huffing, you reclaim your place next to Chopper. "Manipulative idiots."
“You got that right,” Chopper mumbles. You shake your head and watch as the pair stumble back to their feet and start complaining again.
"Why?" Usopp cries. "Zoro control your girlfriend; she's mean."
Zoro laughs deeply, like a warning. "Usopp, I swear to god, if I hear your voice one more time, I won't hesitate to kick your ass."
"Sorry," Usopp mumbles to you. "Sorry, Zoro."
"Damn right," your boyfriend states. "And Luffy?"
Your captain's head raises, face screwed in anticipation of what the swordsman had for him.
"Give her the water."
"But—"
"Now, moron!"
You go to counter Zoro's demand, insisting that it is fine, but Luffy hastily rips the rope from his neck and stretches his rubber arm to drop the waterskin in your lap.
"Thanks, Luffy."
His only response is a whiny grumble.
"Here, Chop," You unscrew the lid and push the bottle towards the reindeer. "Drink."
Chopper lifts his head weakly. "No, that's yours."
Rolling your eyes, you shove it further into his tiny chest. "Zoro won't curse you for drinking it, I promise."
Nodding, Chopper takes the waterskin between his hooves and sips.
"Hey, no fair! Why do she and the reindeer get water, and we don't?"
Zoro stops dead in his tracks and drops the rope to the sled. "Usopp."
A terrified scream echoes through the barren desert, and then Zoro rounds the sled and tackles the sharpshooter to the ground.
Nami groans from the front of the group. "Can't we have a normal trip for once?"
Vivi's soft voice follows. "Doesn't look like it."
"Please! Please, I'm sorry! Zoro, please! I'm not meant for combat!"
"Shut it, asshole," Zoro sighs. "You speak to my girl like that again? See what happens."
The Wano celebration is in full swing, a festival of victory and relief. Lanterns glow in the night sky, laughter echoes through the streets, and sake flows like a river. After years of struggle, the alliance between the Straw Hats, Heart Pirates, Kid Pirates, and even the samurai, finally freed them.
But while the streets are alive with music and dancing, a much rowdier event unfolds inside one of the large banquet halls.
“Truth or dare!” Luffy declares, slamming a cup onto the floor with a grin.
You blink “Seriously?”
“Seriously!” Usopp chimes in, waving his hands “Come on, y/n, we just saved the world! Time for some real challenges!”
Zoro scoffs from his seat, already drinking “This is dumb.”
“Oh?” Nami smirks “Too scared, swordsman?”
Zoro’s eye twitches “Tch. Fine, whatever.”
Kid folds his arms, eyeing the growing group with suspicion “This is a waste of time”
“Sounds like someone’s scared” Law mutters, sipping his drink.
Kid glares “Shut the hell up, Trafalgar!”
Soon, the game is in full swing, pirates of all kinds gathered in a messy circle, some sitting on the floor, others lounging on cushions. The sake-fueled dares begin lightheartedly—Franky dances in his underwear, Usopp has to mimic Kaido’s laugh (horribly), and Robin sweetly forces Brook to write a love poem about his own skull.
Then, the dares escalate.
“Zoro, I dare you to wear lipstick” Nami announces with a wicked grin.
Everyone turns to the swordsman. His scowl deepens “No.”
“You have to” Luffy says through a mouthful of meat.
“Like hell I do—”
Before Zoro can react, Sanji appears at his side, a bright red lipstick in hand “Hold still, Marimo~”
“GET AWAY FROM ME!”
The room bursts into chaos as Zoro dodges, but in the end, Nami’s iron grip on his wallet forces him to comply. The result? A grumpy, lipstick-wearing swordsman with crossed arms and a murderous aura.
“Beautiful” you tease, and he glares daggers at you.
More dares roll in—Kid has to admit that Luffy is stronger than him (his soul nearly leaves his body), Law has to wear one of Chopper’s hats, and Yamato is dared to chug a whole bottle of sake.
Then it’s your turn.
“Alright, y/n,” Usopp announces dramatically “Truth or dare?”
You glance around. Everyone is waiting “…Dare.”
A slow, mischievous grin spreads on Nami’s face “I dare you to let someone kiss you. On the lips.”
The room erupts.
“Oi, Nami, that’s dirty!” Sanji wails, clutching his chest.
“Ahhh, spicy!” Brook cackles “Can I volunteer? Oh wait, I have no lips—”
“Wait, wait, wait” you laugh from embarassment, waving your hands. “From anyone?”
“Yep,” Nami smirks “Whoever volunteers first.”
For a second, there’s silence. A thick tension. You glance around, half-expecting Sanji to throw himself at you dramatically, but surprisingly… he doesn’t.
Then—
“I’ll do it.”
Your breath catches.
All eyes turn to the source.
It’s Law.
The normally composed, ever-serious Heart Pirates captain sits with one arm resting lazily on his knee, eyes locked on yours. There’s no joke in his voice, no teasing smirk. Just a steady, unreadable expression.
The room collectively loses its mind.
“WHAT?!”
“L-LAW?!?”
“HOLY SHIT—”
Even Kid nearly chokes on his drink.
Law, unfazed by the chaos, only tilts his head “Well?”
Your heart hammers. Of all people, you hadn’t expected him to step forward.
You swallow “You’re serious?”
He shrugs “A dare’s a dare.”
The whole room leans in. You feel heat rising to your face, but hell, backing down now would be worse. You steel yourself and lean in.
The second your lips touch, the room explodes.
Cheers, screams, laughter—someone (probably Luffy) howls like a wolf. The kiss itself is brief, but the warmth lingers as you pull away, your heart pounding.
You look at Law. He smirks ever so slightly.
“Not bad” he murmurs.
“Shut up” you mutter, flustered.
“You bastard” Kid mutters, shoving Law’s shoulder with enough force to make a lesser man topple “That was bold.”
Law just smirks, sipping his sake like he didn’t just send your heart into orbit “It was a dare.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure it was” Usopp snickers, elbowing you “But damn, y/n, you look like you’re about to explode.”
You are. Heat still lingers on your lips, and your brain refuses to function properly. You risk a glance at Law—he’s still sitting so casually, but there’s something in his eyes, something smug.
This bastard knew what he was doing.
Before you can retaliate, Luffy claps his hands “Next turn!”
The game resumes, but the energy is wild. Everyone is still high off the chaos.
“Sanji!” Luffy grins “Truth or dare?”
Sanji takes a deep breath, regaining some composure after witnessing you get kissed by Law of all people “Truth.”
Nami smirks “Have you ever had a REAL crush on anyone in this room?”
Sanji sputters “T-THAT’S NOT FAIR!”
“It absolutely is” Zoro snickers.
The cook dramatically throws himself back “Of course, my heart belongs to all the ladies in this room! But if you must know—” His gaze flickers to you for a split second before he recovers “I will take my secret to the grave!”
“BOOO!” Chopper shouts.
Brook chuckles “Very suspicious, Sanji.”
“Shut up” he grumbles, lighting a cigarette.
More rounds go by. Kid is dared to eat something spicy as hell (he nearly breathes fire), Yamato has to arm wrestle Franky (Yamato wins), and Luffy is dared to wear one of Zoro’s haramaki belts as a headband.
Then, the dares start getting worse.
“Zoro” Usopp grins evilly “I dare you to sit in Sanji’s lap for the next three turns.”
Silence.
Zoro’s face darkens instantly “I’d rather die.”
Sanji, on the other hand, shrieks “YOU THINK I WANT THAT MARIMO’S HEAVY ASS ON ME?!”
Luffy laughs so hard he falls backward “It’s a dare, Zoro! No backing out!”
Zoro glares at Usopp like he’s contemplating murder, but the sniper just grins “C’mon, ‘King of Hell,’ prove you’re not a coward.”
“Tch” Zoro grits his teeth and stomps over to Sanji, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“Don’t you dare enjoy this” Zoro mutters before dropping into Sanji’s lap with a thud.
“GAH!” Sanji nearly topples backward “I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU BREAK MY LEGS—”
The whole room is screaming with laughter.
Even Law, usually so composed, hides a smirk behind his sake cup.
The game spirals further into madness. Luffy is dared to drink an entire bottle of sake in one go (bad idea), Bepo has to carry Kid bridal-style for a full minute (worse idea), and someone forces Jinbei to do an impression of Buggy the Clown (best idea).
Then—
“Alright, y/n” Nami turns to you again, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Truth or dare?”
You exhale. After what happened last time, you should pick truth. But your pride won’t let you.
“Dare” you say.
Nami grins “I dare you to sit in Law’s lap for the next three turns.”
The entire room erupts again.
You choke “WHAT?!”
Law raises an eyebrow, but there’s something dangerous in his smirk. “That’s fair” he says simply.
Fair, my ass.
“You could refuse, y/n” Robin offers sweetly “but then you’d have to do a punishment dare instead.”
You gulp. You’ve seen the punishment dares tonight. (Brook had to strip. You are NOT about to risk that.)
With a deep breath, you shuffle toward Law “I hate this game” you mutter.
Law leans back, waiting. The absolute smugness on his face makes you want to throw him out the window.
Cursing every deity, you sit on his lap.
Law’s arms rest casually around your waist, like it’s nothing. “Comfortable?” he murmurs, just for you to hear.
You refuse to give him a reaction “Shut up.”
The game barely continues because everyone is losing their damn minds over this. Sanji looks like he’s about to burst into flames, Usopp keeps making dramatic gagging noises, and Kid just straight-up leaves the room.
“I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”
But Law? Law is unfazed. In fact, he seems to be enjoying your suffering.
You sit there, face burning, waiting for the turns to pass.
One.
Two.
Three.
“Alright, I’M DONE!” You jump up, escaping Law’s grasp. He chuckles, stretching like he hadn’t just driven you insane for the last few minutes.
You glare at Nami “You’re evil...”
“I know” She winks.
The game finally begins to wind down as people start passing out from too much sake. Luffy snores on the floor, Zoro is sprawled in a corner (still wearing lipstick), and Usopp keeps muttering, “Too much romance… my heart can’t take it…”
You sigh in exhaustion “Finally.”
Then—
“y/n”
Your breath stills.
You turn. Law stands there, hands in his pockets, golden eyes locked on you. The teasing smirk from before is gone.
He takes a step closer “Can we talk?”
Your stomach flips “…About what?”
Law tilts his head slightly, eyes scanning your face “You know what.”
Oh...
Oh!
Your heartbeat quickens. The room suddenly feels too small.
The game is over, but something else is about to begin.
Your heart pounds as you swallow “Uh… sure.”
Law doesn’t hesitate, he jerks his head toward the door, and you follow him out into the cool Wano night. The festival outside is still alive, but compared to the madness inside, the quiet hum of distant music feels strangely… intimate.
You cross your arms, trying to act casual “So… what did you wanna talk about?”
Law stops near a wooden railing, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He watches you for a moment, his eyes flickering in the lantern light. Then, he sighs.
“You don’t get it, do you?”
Your brow furrows “Get what?”
Another pause. Then—
“That kiss wasn’t just a dare... to me.”
Your breath catches.
You blink, your brain scrambling “Wait… what?”
Law exhales through his nose, looking almost annoyed. Like he can’t believe he has to spell it out “Seriously?” He gives you a pointed look “You really think I’d kiss you just for fun?”
You’re stunned into silence.
Because yes, that’s exactly what you’d thought. Law was always the logical one, the one who didn’t waste time on nonsense. You’d assumed he did it just to shut everyone up.
But now, as he stares at you with that unreadable expression, your mind rewinds—
The way he volunteered so quickly. The way his smirk was so sure. The way he didn’t flinch when you sat in his lap, like it was something he’d already imagined.
“…Oh.”
Law scoffs “Oh.” He shakes his head “Unbelievable.”
You open your mouth, then close it. What do you say to that? Your heart is racing, your stomach flipping, and now the man you just kissed is standing here, practically admitting—
“You’re really bad at picking up signals” Law mutters, rubbing his temple.
You gape at him “Well, sorry for not assuming one of the most wanted men in the world has a thing for me!”
Law chuckles, low and amused “You think I care about that?”
You stare at him “…Do you?”
His expression softens, just slightly “Not when it comes to you.”
Oh... Oh!
Your heart does a whole circus act. You suddenly feel too warm, despite the night air.
“You…” You take a breath “So you—”
“I like you, y/n.”
Your world tilts.
The words are so direct, so Law, that you can’t even doubt them. He’s looking at you with that sharp, unwavering gaze, like he’s already dissected every possible outcome and decided this is the one that matters.
You can’t breathe.
“…Since when?” you whisper.
Law shrugs, looking away for the first time “A while” then, quieter, “Long enough.”
You swear your heart might explode.
A gust of wind brushes past, rustling your hair. You barely register it. Because Law just confessed to you, and you’re standing here like an idiot, trying to reboot your entire existence.
But then, slowly (so slowly) a smile creeps onto your face.
“Guess I’m the idiot, huh?”
Law huffs a quiet laugh “You said it, not me.”
You roll your eyes, stepping closer “You could’ve just told me, you know.”
His lips twitch “Where’s the fun in that?”
You shake your head, unable to stop smiling. This stupid, stubborn, brilliant man.
Without thinking too much, you reach out and grab the front of his coat, tugging him down slightly. His eyes widen, just for a second, before you lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Law goes completely still.
When you pull back, you raise an eyebrow “That one wasn’t a dare.”
Something in Law’s gaze flickers. Then, very quietly—
“Good.”
And before you can react, he tilts your chin up and kisses you for real.
It’s not like the kiss from before. That one was brief teasing, this one is deliberate. It’s firm and slow, like he’s making up for every second he’s held back. His hand settles on your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel the heat radiating off him.
You barely have time to process anything before he pulls away, lips just barely brushing yours as he murmurs...
“That one wasn’t a dare either.”
You laugh breathlessly “No kidding.”
Law smirks “Took you long enough.”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop smiling “Shut up.”
And maybe, just maybe, this victory celebration turned out way better than you expected.
Being apart of the itoshi family, others might seem you've got lucky being blessed by two superstars of footballers. Now you're not as good as them, but you did used to have the same passion as them. You remembered when you were little— straining your ankle crying like a baby. You remembered vividly on how Sae's arms held you up as Rin was already running up to your parents. "Mama..! she's hurt..!"
"Rin, that hurts..!" Your little whined echoed through out your own bedroom. He was tending to your foot, with some cream to soothe your injured ankle. "But its supposed to be—" Sae couldn't help but sigh, "Let me do it." His voice caught the both of you off guard. "I thought you had school?" Your voice interrupting the silence.
"I skipped." Both you and Rin had widened eyes. "No fair!" Rin taunted as you agreed with him. "Yeah, no fair..!" It wasn't until you both stopped complaining that Sae had bribed you both to play on his Nintendo DS. So the whole day, the three of you were just sucked into the game— both claiming it'll help with the recovery of a sprained ankle... it really wasn't.
Now that was a distant memory, another one you also remembered was when you were waiting for your family in the airport. Before Sae could even board the plane to go to spain— you've unexpectedly ran towards him.. puffed up cheeks, tears streaming down. You crashed into his chest as you sobbed. "Don't leave—!"
A plea came out of your mouth as Sae couldn't help but hug you as tightly as you did to him. Even Rin joined in on the hug, his arms wrapped around the both of you. "I'll come back.." You whined once more, burying your face into his shirt soaking the fabric. "You gotta promise—" You remembered the silly little pinky promise he did to you before he left.
Watching Sae come home from Spain— broke your heart. "Sae..?" You called out to him, he looked cold and that scared the teenager you. "What do you want?" You froze in your place, "Rin is still out late.. can you fetch him?" Your voice low as you watched your oldest brother leave. And that was when Rin came back home, but Sae didn't. "Rin where's—" "I don't want to talk, sis."
It was even worse when Rin got accepted to bluelock. You huffed going out to see Rin practicing near your house, "Rin..! You haven't eaten!" You watched as he ignored your pleas— he was kicking the many footballs aligned to the goals.
"It's getting late, come back inside, please!" One thing led to another, and that was when Rin kicked the ball to your direction as you narrowly dodged it. "What the hell, Rin—"
"Shut up! I don't need your concerns. And I dont need a little sister."
That statement broke you, you've just locked yourself in your own bedroom. Both parents didn't know how to handle the both of you, so when Rin left— their little ray of sunshine daughter was gone. Highschool started, you couldn't balance them at all. Grades failing faster than you could even count the number of days that passed.
You've had it— you couldn't care less what happened to your brothers. The news displaying their names, your parents joyous for their sons while you shut off the news rolling your own eyes. You were going to change, and that was when you saw a college worth going, it even had its own foundation. And now we're back at the present, of where your true life started.
You've fallen in love, made friends, got broken up with, and even moved to another country far from Japan without the support of your own brothers. Rin and Sae weren't on your mind anymore, nor did you even care on checking up on them. It wasn't until someone had said two young men were looking for her.
Opening the dormitory door to see both Rin and Sae, covered in their big puffy jackets. You froze, looking up at them. Before one of them could speak, "Don't." They both were here— why? Did your parents tell them? You wanted to slam the door in front of their faces. "We were worried... how come you didn't ask us to go to your high school graduation?"
You scoffed, "I never had one—" They both froze now, but Rin came forward. "How?" You bit your lip, "I went into foundation before I could graduate, but of course, how could you know? Football was more important." Sae sighed. "You know that's not—" "But it is the truth..! Or are you blind?" Your words echoed in the hallways. Both Itoshi brothers froze at the harsh words.
"You know Blue lock changed my career.." Rin whispered, approaching you, you backed away. "Yeah, and completely wrecked our connection as siblings." Sae interrupted, "And I was busy with the—" "Don't even talk, you have no right.. when you left out of nowhere!" Your voice echoed, it mightve made people heard the commotion going in the dormitory.
"What I want both of you is to leave and never come back because I'm not your little sister anymore." They both looked shocked— how could you say that to them? "But you are our.." You had to push Sae away from you, it was clear they didn't thought things through. They just wanted to see you, their little sister on where she's been.. even going as far to approach her.
"No, she died when you both left and never looked back. Now leave."
[CHAPTER TWENTY TWO SLEEPING BEAUTY ] once upon a time, a brave knight, destined to marry someone she’d never met, says fuck it and plans to reap the rewards of saving the prince from eternal slumber. without realising that he’s already awake… ( 8.8K ).
✧ chapter contents - minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters in their 20s, sleeping beauty!au, somnophilia, hold the moan, overstimulation, cockwarming, dacryphilia, outer-course, handjobs, blowjobs, pussyjobs, free use, dub con, cumplay, creampies, not beta read, knight + fem!reader, aurora!seishiro nagi.
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you hardly remember the day that prince nagi was born — despite most definitely being there for the ceremony that commemorated it. at the time, you were hardly out of your own leading strings, still babbling dumbly and clinging to your mother’s garments whenever someone poked their nose in your face. obviously far too young to remember the curse placed on him by that wicked witch maleficent.
prince seishiro nagi was beloved by all and affection for him was widespread throughout the kingdom. he was born deep into the night, at a time where the sky had been painted with deep blue and midnight hues, with hair as silky and pale as the silver moon and eyes like the glittering starry sky. so they said. at least that’s what your been told. while present at the time, you would hardly know — you were too young to remember how he looked nor the very moment you were promised to him as a baby yourself.
from the moment you were born, your fate was signed away before your very first breath and once you arrived and took two steps you were instantly reared to become prince seishiro’s future wife. to help join two kingdoms in harmonious union. from the moment you could talk, you’d spent your entire life training to become the wife of a man you hardly knew. there were lessons in perfect posture, dainty dancing and simple sewing. not to mention how to serve a king and please a husband — who apparently had unnatural beauty, the softest voice and the kindest of hearts. outside of nagi, you hadn’t a single hobby or interest that didn’t concern him, solely born and bred for his best interest. how were you supposed to know if any of those spoken traits were really true and not just word of mouth when nobody had any idea where the prince actually was.
rumour had it, that the silver haired royal had been whisked away to the woods to be raised by the very fairies that blessed him — with hopes of avoiding maleficent’s malevolent curse in which seishiro was destined to prick his finger on a poisoned spinning wheel by age twenty three. in an attempt to undo the wicked spell, the fairies had combined their magic and made it so that only a true love's kiss would be able to wake up their beloved prince. which soon became your duty, by the time you came of age too.
since then, and for twenty two years after, there was not a peep from the prince — to his people and his kingdom, he’d practically vanished overnight, becoming one with the moon and stars they prayed to each night. holding out hope for his return to the throne.
in turn, you had no idea when your duty would come to fruition. maleficent's thunderous mountain, shrouded in a thick layer of green, jealous smog that was sure to suck the life from any innocent soul still raged on — meaning her curse hadn’t come true. she still hadn’t found the prince. no one had.
no one except for you.
unknowingly, you’d met nagi humming amongst pointed shrubbery and wild flowers deep in the forest — absentmindedly complaining about tne berries he was forced to forage for his uncles back home. for you, it was instant, as though an invisible force had drawn you two him like the the two poles of a magnet. prince seishiro was a sight to behold, even before you knew who he was, the timbre trill of his voice filled you with a wave of unfamiliar butterflies that battled their way into your throat — trapping your voice. his eyes were an enchanting pool of riches, frightened of your presence at first, but filled with stripes of silver you were sure had to be stolen from the moon.
for you, it was love at first sight. a powerful urge to be near him building up in your lungs like fluid in a sick person. you were sure he felt the same — the emotion obvious in the way he tentatively touched you as you talked about nothing and everything at all. the way he swooped down to your height to listen to tales of land and fortune he could only have dreamed of.
in those hours that you spent alone together; pressed into one another’s side’s amongst intertwined tree branches like two lovers' limbs after a night of improper passion — you’d felt the most seen you had in all your life. for the first time in forever, someone saw you as more than just a bargaining chip or a trophy to be paraded around royal courts in honour of union. someone saw you as a whole, read your story from start to finish and still wanted to know more. you weren’t just a knight made to save a prince. to nagi, you were so much more.
and to you, nagi was a breath of fresh air — someone who craved a more exciting life rather than being banished to a life of greenery and foliage. despite his charming air of laziness and naivety, he expressed to you a burning sense of eager deep within. it was innocent, inquisitive but nagi’s thoughts called out to you like the bird song of two mates. the worlds you came from were different, clearly, but you just made sense to one another.
but back then, in those quiet moment with your head on his shoulder and nothing but the sound of oak leaves swaying in the gentle summer breeze — you’d had no idea that the silver haired stranger was just prince seishiro living under a different name. you thought him a commoner and he thought you a random huntress on a horse. no one had any idea that he was the crown prince, that he’d been snuck back into the castle on the day of his twenty third birthday to regain his title and his crown… only to be lulled by the cruel call of a sinister stranger shortly — pricking his finger just like maleficent had planned.
you were meant to marry. you were supposed to go back for seishiro and run away together, live apart from the expectations bestowed upon you as children. unfortunately, you wouldn’t find out until returned to the spot where you’d first met him, and were met with the face of the villain herself. instead of your lover. that’s when you realised the gravity of it all. who seishiro was. who you were meant to be.
deep down, you knew this was a love too sacred to pass by, and with the white haired prince counting on you — you would do everything in your power to save him. save the prince and the kingdom from sleeping soundly for the next one hundred years.
with the help of the fairies who raised nagi, you were able to take down the terrible maleficent — grateful that your parents had at least made you handy with a sword. through the flames of the beast above you, you wielded your weapon with a strength and bravery that would go down into the history books of lands far and wide. killing maleficent in the form of the dragon had been no easy feat but you fought, with screaming muscles and a bloody face — fulfilling the duty you had been born to do. trained to do. for nagi and for your kingdom.
the difference was, this time, you were doing all of this for love. not just for honour.
after winning the flaming battle, you staggered your way through the kingdom despite your burns and free bleeding wounds, making your way up to the tower where your silver-moon haired lover slept. part of you felt envious of the slumbering kingdom, the eternal rest they had slipped under while your body burned and ached with every step that you took… but as soon as you laid eyes on your handsome prince — sleeping like a fallen angel crowned by scattered lights. the glinting particles of dust forming a shining halo over his sleep the steel hair.
the beat of your heart quickens as you approach the bed tucked deep within his quarters — rivalling the speed of the finest royal race horse and the world completely falls away until the all that remains are you and seishiro. your prince. your love. even while he sleeps, he’s unfairly handsome, grey lashes dusted with starlight just barely brushing the apples of his milky-toned cheeks, his hair curls against his forehead and his lips, rose-tinted, part with each gentle exhale his body takes to keep him alive. without even thinking, your finger trails the slopes and contours of nagi’s delicate features, brushing over his Cupid’s bow that seems damp with the condensation of his warm breaths. the sensation stokes a fire within you while your mind wanders to less than pleasant thoughts.
how would his lips feel if you were to kiss him? how would they taste? how would seishiro kiss you back? the questions swirl around in the calcium cage of your skull like a storm untapped, fuelled by the remnants of adrenaline that simmers in your veins from the fight. it would be wrong, to do what you’re thinking of doing — to press your lips to the seam of his and run your tongue every inch in his hot mouth, behind his teeth and over his own pink muscle. maybe even to cup his throat and feel every breath he takes. it would be so wrong… and yet, your moral compass and previous duties seem to be out of working order, thus, losing the war the flickering desirous flame within you. one that rivals the breath of the dragon slaid outside.
no one would really care if you were to have the way with the crown prince. after all, you would need to be rewarded for your self sacrifice and service to the kingdom that could have very well been burned to the ground if it hadn’t been for your bravery. you deserved this, you deserved him and the chance to appease your growing appetite for the sleeping beauty before you. right now, there were no barriers… no servants and squires and maids or men to tell you what was proper of a knight or of a promised woman, and there certainly weren’t any barriers to the body of the silver haired prince. without any blankets, there wasn’t much to stop you from trailing a hand over seishiro’s clothed stomach and over the hills of his princely dress pants.
your fingertips grazed the taut muscles of his thick thighs as you teased yourself. teased the slumbering royalty. daring tug at the belt loops and thick leather her bound his trousers to his unfairly slender waist. with your lip caught between the sharp edge of your teeth, you unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants inch by inch, a tidal wave of goosebumps erupting over the surface of your body like freshly plucked chicken skin as you reveal more and more of his milky, toned flesh. he’s smooth all over, blueish veins apparent as they spiral underneath his skin, but nagi is just as soft as you remember, as warm brushing up against you as he was the day you first met in the woods.
saliva spreads across your tongue like a sheet of rain during a storm or a flash flood when his undergarments come down with the hem of his trousers, revealing a snow white path of pubic hair that curls prettily against his pelvis. there’s a craving for more that sloshes into the dips and deficits of your brain, like a dark haze that shrouds your brain in nothing but lust — so you act on the feeling, pulling more and more fabric away from seishiro’s most intimate parts until his cock, half hard and already leaking, is able to spring free.
the sleeping beauty’s breath hitches and catches on the edges of his throat as his hard-on first hits the cool air shrouding his chambers. whatever preconceived notion you’d had of the prince’s body beforehand is quickly tossed away when you finally set your sights on his girth — he is as long as he is thick, chubby against the softness of his tummy with a pink tip that already oozes a thick stream of cream caused by the ghost of your touch over him. a warmth spreads through your entire body, an urge to taste him washing over you in a poor attempt to cool your need down. if you taste him, would that be part of your reward? would it matter to anyone if you put your mouth on the prince while he innocently slept… especially after you’d saved everyone?
you still cannot find it within yourself to care.
perhaps the wounds maleficent inflicted upon you have left traces of her bad energy, for you continue to disregard your own morals and good intentions by crawling onto nagi’s bed ( careful with your movements while he shifts in his slumber ) and you keep your touch tender when taking him into your hold, the supple pads of your fingers wrapping around the length of the prince’s shaft while you smooth the pad of your thumb into the slit on his cockhead. rubbing the precum into it sweetly. now up close and personal with his most intimate parts, you’re able to catch the scent of nagi… which only worsens your hunger for him. he smells so good, the musky scent of his arousal almost sending your eyes into the back of your skull — acting like fumes of a pretty wildflower in the forest you once met.
it hypnotises you, takes over your every thought and action in the heat of the moment. every sensation you once felt is now heightened by your own arousal, the feeling of your tongue behind your teeth and the silken sheets against your knees and the blistering temperature of seishirou’s girth in your palm. adjusting your grip on him to something more firm, soft little hands dwarfed by the sheer size and thickness of him, and accidentally pull a tiny moan from your sleeping lover. any trepidation mingling with the air in your lungs is quickly eradicated once you finally give in, flicking your tongue over the cream gathering at nagi’s mushroomed cockhead that burns a painful shade of deep red.
opening your mouth, you take seishiro down your throat as though it’s the easiest thing in the world, your tongue flexing against the bluish purple forked veins that spiral down his heavy shaft. all you want to do is make him harder, feel the blood rush from his slumbering brain to his balls so you can take him properly, elsewhere, later on. what doesn’t fit past the seams of your chapped lips, you continue to palm, setting a steady pace to the rhythm of your hands jerking the silver-haired prince off. its slick and easy, aided by the thick globs of precum that spill over your knuckles and sink into the lines in your palms — seishiro may be asleep, but his body reacts, hips bucking into your closed fist while he squeaks and sighs lazily.
his head remains tacked to the pillow tucked behind it, starlight locks splayed out across the cooling silk fabric — perfectly tousled despite being slightly out of place as he writhes under the sinful prison of your hot, wet mouth. even you have to moan as you sink down on him, his heavy and pulsating balls meeting your chin while your nose nudges the prickliness of his happy trail. if he were awake, you wonder if nagi would be the type to coax you through giving him head — soft whimpers glossed in his lips while those moonshine grey eyes hold your gaze. or would he push your head down on him and fuck your mouth lazily as though it were another hole to fill with his cum.
part of you wants to rouse him right now, with the kiss of true love the fairies said would work on him, but only to hear how much louder he’d cry and moan for you. you want to hear how the Prince would praise you for taking him so well, slurping the early seed from his tip and hollowing your perfect pudgy cheeks as you gargle him down your eager throat. your imagination runs ahead of your actions as you bob your head faster and faster without regard for your lover sleeping soundly above you lewd slurping sounds echo throughout the room as you picture him looking down at you with flushed cheeks and lidded moonlit eyes — coaxing you to take more of him.
the heat between your thighs returns, an unbearable searing ache pulsating through your clit as blood carrying lust and other happy hormones shoot straight to it. in one swift motion, you shove a single hand past the waistband of your own pants and undergarments to toy with the sensitive bud, smearing whatever remained of his precum and pre-release against your awaiting cunt. your eyes flutter shut at the taste and heaviness of nagi on your tongue, his viscous arousal flowing down your throat in saltine waves. the flavour was addictive and you found yourself bobbing your head faster, and faster — matching it to the pace at which you stroked your own sticky slit.
lavishly, you run your tongue back and forth over the opening of seishiro’s bulbous cockhead, humming happily around his thick shaft when he involuntarily bucks into the hellish fire of your mouth — it makes your heart swell to know that his body is reacting to you and you alone, how it could very well be this way for the rest of your lives. while you hump your own fingers, their tips pruning with how wet you are as you circle your clit, the sleepy beauty’s balls batter your chin as his taut hips thrust upwards instinctively to chase your dripping tongue and mouth.
drool pours from the corners of it, just as you leak against the seat of your panties — your juices hot and viscous while you finger fuck yourself and get off to the sensation of blowing the sleepy prince while he rests. everything is so sloppy, so messy and wet and you can’t help but to spit down on nagi as his dick swells against your tongue, the frothy mixture clinging to the prominent blood flushed veins that sprinkle from the tip down to his base.
your release sneaks up on you like a silent figure in the night; hiding from the moonlight and a dirty moan slips from between your lips as you let go of your lover with a lewd pop, your jaw aches deliciously and your tongue is sore from running circles over his tip — as is your wrist from being down your pants to bully shapes into your clit but you don’t mind the pain, it’s all worth it to make yourself feel good. to make nagi feel good so you can use him later on, turning him from a prince into a sex doll. dopamine continues to spark across your brain as you switch from sucking to jerking nagi off, keeping the rhythm of your slick palm wrapped around him in tune with the one that rolls your clit between your fingertips and pinches your swollen folds.
you don’t last much longer, not when you’re able to watch the moonlit prince fall apart above you even when the depths of sleep cling to the fine lines of his soul. the last remaining thread of your sanity snaps before you’re cumming against your own digits, gushing through the gusset of your panties and straight through the layer or your pants — even while you shiver and shake from the force of your own orgasm, you manage to find a the mobility to tap nagi’s cockhead lewdly against your pink tongue, grinning with an open mouth as his own orgasm rips through his unconscious form.
warm and viscous seed paints a pretty picture against your strawberry tastebuds as it spurts copiously from his ravaged, fully erect cock. even hitting the back of your throat.
but it’s not enough, it’s still not enough. a fire of desire still burns bright inside of you and nagi is still as hard as a rock in your hand. so you don’t see a point in stopping, not when you still want him and he clearly still wants you.
in a whirlwind of fabric, you quickly abandon the lower half of your clothes — even though your legs are violently shaking and there’s a fizz in your brain that makes your vision go blurry from your orgasm, you find the strength to clamber into the prince’s lap and straddle him. a pulse of excitement runs through you as your bare ass meet his half dressed thighs and you set your palms flat against his chest to steady yourself above him. you’re barely able to contain the wavering moan that rumbles in the back of your throat as seishiro’s erection jumps against your sluice sex, as if coaxing you to lower yourself down onto him.
without an air of guilt, you do just that; indulging your sleeping lover’s underlying plea as you slip a hand between your temperate bodies to position his creamy cock at your weeping entrance — you run it back and forth over your slit a few times whilst holding back a quivering hiss, letting him dip in and out of your unused hole. you can’t help but squeak adorably when you start to rock your hips down, sucking him in and stretching over the thick circumference of his tip. you even manage to clench down on seishiro, trapping him inside with each inch you manage to take.
your head hangs low and you steady yourself against nagi again; nails forming pink crescent moons against his pearlescent skin because you’re not sure how much of this burn you can take. he’s so big, yet his cock is so helpless against your sticky walls — it’ll take a lot of work just to reach the hilt. “oh, fuck,” you whimper to yourself quietly, not wanting to be caught taking advantage of the kingdom’s slumbering royalty. you try to stablwlisw your breathing, hold onto your sanity by only fucking yourself over his tip because right now… it’s all you can manage. getting used delicious stretch to your pussy and the resistance of your hole as nagi slips into your tightness.
in order to ground yourself, you press yourself against the moonlit prince until you’re both chest to chest — allowing your body to relax against is as you slide further down his cock. and, with this change in position, you easily dot feather light kisses from the pale skin, unmarked skin of seishiro’s neck up to his jawline — licking the light layer of perspiration that added diamonds to his skin. his pulse is slow, languid under your lips, just as the rise and fall of his chest is. nagi still sound asleep as you bathed his cock in all of your syrupy wetness. eventually, you reach his lips and hardly hesitate in kissing them, lapping over the seam of them with your tongue as if you’re asking for entrance when you don’t really need to.
not when his body is so willing to give into you, even while seishiro rests.
you swear you feel his lips twitch apart against your own, parting specifically for you to pour your withering moans into him and breathe life into his unconscious soul — your tongue licks at his, relishing in the flavour and slight sweetness to his mouth, letting it distract you from the twinge between your thighs as you finally seat yourself on his girth fully; breeders balls nestled comfortably against the curve of your ass. a feeling of content washes over you, feeling the chubbiness of his girth press hotly against your ribbed walls that catch on his prominent veins there.
panting lightly, a ripple of desire is the next sensation that you feel, experimentally clenching around the prince below you — bottoming out as your cunt drools down on him. somehow, you find the strength in your thighs to lift your hips and thrust back down, a wet slap bouncing off of all four walls in response. it’s insane how tight, warm and wet you are — how thick, heavy and nagi is, constantly pressed up against your g-spot before you’ve really even moved. you splutter and hiccup as you begin the slow bounce of your hips and allow yourself the grace to accommodate for your sleeping lover’s size, his bright red and possibly overstimulated cockhead nudging feverishly against the pleasure spots that decorate your temperate silken walls.
“…gods,” comes your shaky voice, trapped behind the prison of your teeth in a weak attempt to hold in your moans. “s-seishiro, f-feel so good…” though you speak to no one in particular, using the sound of your own wailing voice to get yourself, you can feel the white-haired royal underneath you buck upwards as though he wants to fuck you back — driven by tired strings of lust and desire as though he’s a puppet on a set of strings for your own pleasure. collapsing forward, you nestle your head underneath his chin so that the only part of your body moving is your hips working up and down on nagi’s pulsating cock at break-neck speeds. in this position, your murky breaths of exertion coast over his pearlescent skin and your eyes grow misty at the perfect angle. your stream of thrusts are constant like a rushing river, allowing his bulbous leaky tip to barrage into your sex and pull squelching, lewd noises from your poor pussy.
you’re already so sensitive, it’d be a miracle if you last much longer riding your lover like this and to your heart’s content. slumped over him, chewing on your chapped lips to hide the debauched noises that slosh over your tongue and are churned up in your mouth with the drool there. it’s pathetic, really, but your mind is too hazy and high on the drug of ecstasy to care. to pacify yourself and the growing fire that burns the butterflies in your tummy, you switch from bouncing on his fat girth to grinding against it, dancing with your partner in a sensual sticky grind where only you are able to lead. every stroke of his cock within your sluice, pulsating walls makes it harder for you to keep quiet or keep still — the bed creaking beneath the weight of your movement becomes a loud wail and harmonises perfectly with the tune or skin slapping on skin and your pathetic bleats of bliss.
sweat from the exertion of pounding your mound down on the curve of his cock begins to bead at your hairline, pearling in opaque orbs that form your own halo. one that belongs to a fallen angel. it drips down the side of your face onto the prince below you, another way that you mark him, just as your juices do — droplets of it trailing down his shaft, balls and even his ass. if someone were to walk in now, they’d set their sights on an obscene display of sin, their perfect prince defiled by his knight to be, but you don’t care, your mind and exhausted limbs buzzing with wanton. you’ll use him until cum, claim your prize and work your selfish pussy over him until you know every constellation by heart because of how many times you’ve used seishiro to make yourself see stars.
every sensation overwhelms you, the creamy and tackiness to his cock between your slicked up thighs and the pressure of his purpling cockhead as it digs disgustingly against your g-spot in the most perfect of ways because you clench down on him every now and again. static rings loud in your ears that burn with both shame and lechery for taking advantage of your sleeping lover, the notes from the tune your fat pussy pap-pap-papping as it connects with stitchers of nagi’s bare flesh has a tingling sensation spreading under your skin too. even when he bucks instinctively into you, your entire body jolts in response because there’s no greater relief than knowing that you are yearned for… even within the clutches of unconsciousness.
when nagi whimpers in his sleep, you have to bite his shoulder — keeping your wailing mouth occupied even if you’ll leave teeth marks against him in place. someone could hear the way you beg him to fuck you, muffling yourself as you whisper dirty fantasies to yourself and split your swollen nether lips open on his drippy dick. you’re not sure if that is a good or bad thing to want, to be heard. “f-fuck me sei… p-please my prince,” everything feels so depraved and so wrong, while you whine sweetly against saltine skin. however, you don’t see yourself stopping — not until you can no longer feel your legs from riding him and your cunt aches from cumming so hard. “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
the back and forth of your sluice sex over nagi’s lap tampers with your system, sending orgasmic shockwaves down your spine and happy hormones into your bloodstream. you alternate, once more peeling your soaked thighs away from his and lift your fluttering entrance higher and higher up his shaft until there’s barely an inch of the white haired royal left inside of you. the emptiness makes you miss him, a choked sob weaving its way like a vine through the gaps in your ribs as it claws its way out of your throat. it’s a shuddering noise that you suppress by locking lips with seishiro again, wet on the seam of them as you lift your head to kiss him.
“i wanna cum, nagi!”
the words are just about to melt in his mouth but…
…but euphoria is quick to slip into your veins like a welcomed chill on a hot day when nagi suddenly rouses from his slumber — following a natural compulsion to snap his hips upwards with a powerful force and filling you in one fluid motion. he’s awake. one of his hands, extremely strong and veiny and firm takes you by surprise as it clamps down on the back of your neck so that he can keep you in place too. it was almost as if he was chasing the snugness of your oozing, squelchy mound. an incredulous gasp drifts warmly from your mouth and condenses in nagi’s, for a second you worry that he might push you off and yell for help… but recognition registers on the slope of his handsome features.
he’s awake…how long has seishiro been awake?
moonlight lashes flutter against your face from your proximity and murky grey eyes, littered with exhaustion between their flecks, light up with a sprinkling of hearts as then open to look at you. slowly but surely their gaze drifts downwards, honing in on the point at which his milky cock repeatedly disappears into your puffy pussy, the glaze of your essence on his rock hard cock and clinging to his pubes put on display.
groaning hoarsely and deeply, nagi’s freehand shoots down to the bouncing flesh of your ass without a lick of hesitation and pulls you the rest of the way down his pulsing girth. then up again. then back down — giving him all of the control to pummel your pussy to the high heavens. hard and fast. “i thought… thought you wanted to cum,” the moonlit prince mumbles, voice still puppeteered by the last strings of sleep. “don’t make it a hassle by holding back now… fuck your self down on my cock ‘n cum…”
he’s awake… how much of this has seishiro been awake for?
nagi builds up a formidable momentum inside of you, dragging his seedy tip along your ravaged walls, shocking for someone who had essentially just woken up from a curse of eternal slumber. he doesn’t seem to mind that you’ve been using him like a toy for your own sexual desires, but how could he? not when you’re dousing him in your sweet nectar, slapping your soaked sex down on him and squeezing his aching shaft just like that. how can a man, no less a prince, whine about waking up to such a good fuck?
all you can do is reply with a high pitched squeal, your body jerking and jolting on top of nagi as you struggle to keep up with thrusts. “come now, don’t make me do all of the work,” white starts to froth at the base of his cock, bubbling up while it streaks over your ruined pussy lips and clit. “after all, you started this… took advantage of me while i slept. s’only fair, angel,” he adds nonchalantly and makes you gush unbelievable amounts of arousal at the condescending air about his words.
he’s awake and now seishiro wants you to cum for him.
you do try your very best to do as nagi says, selfishly squeezing down on him and locking his precum bleeding tip inside your gummy walls, but your hips fumble their rhythm as soon as he looks up at you — sweaty hair splayed out in the sheets like an angel, lips parted in both curiosity and awe, cock bulging in your lower stomach. you’re choking the life out of seishiro and he likes it, feeling like he’s been rewarded for just being a pretty prince.
all you want is for him to make you scream and squirt — your clit smears against his pelvis while you buck down on him feverishly. he barely lets you lift of his erection at this point. “‘m close… s-seishiro, please! c-can’t…”
it’s the first time you’ve spoken his name directly to him since your love-at-first-sight encounter in the woods and it flips a switch in the peaceful prince of the night. “y-yeah you can, angel. of course you can…” with a breathy, almost whiny moan, seishiro uses his newfound energy to assault your cunt with a barrage of wild thrusts. jackhammering into you, jerking you about on his throbbing length, coated in a milky mix of your shared arousals. “had no problem… fixing yourself on my cock before. ‘m sure you can make yourself cum on it now that i’m here to help,” he adds through gritted teeth, never letting up on his incredible speed. “shouldn’t be a hassle.”
that’s all you really need to hear before you’re thrown into the deep end, the dark abyss of the night. while the ropes in your tummy unravel and unwind, the tune of sinful sex reaches its final crescendo and the world around you fades away as you’re thrown over the edge and temporarily black out — you practically squirt in an aggressive, clear stream and renders you a cum soaked mess in the prince’s lap. he forces your head into the junction between his neck and jaw, utilising his hold on you to help muffle the scream that burns at the sore edges of your voice as you cum for him. practically drowning nagi in everything you have to give.
as if chasing something, your lover speeds up his thrusts, trying to make sure he isn’t left behind while you cum for him. growls and grunts spill over his lips, nagi’s pink tongue darting out the flavour you’d left on him as he slept. he buries himself deep inside of you, lunging into that one special spot nestled deep within your walls so that he can prolong your release — working hard even though he was just roused from what seemed like an eternal night.
the aftershocks of your high and heavenly spasms of your hole around nagi simply aren’t enough to satisfy him however — whatever remains of an orgasm he had coming fade away like embers of a dying flame while you come down. in fact, before you can even collapse on the white haired royal fully, he uses a strength you were unaware that he possessed to immediately flip you onto your back — manhandling you into the position he desires most. your thighs pushed together, knees pushed into your chest and him… towering over you menacingly.
only now do you realise how… large seishiro is. how much more dominant he is over you. how it may have been a mistake to think you could steal pleasure from him while he slept as a personal reward and not expect consequence. or at least a consequence you might enjoy too. “such a waste,” he comments groggily, pulling his cream soaked cock from its home within your pretty pussy with a hiss. using one hand, nagi grabs at his ravaged shaft and taps it against the swell of your thighs pushed together. “how can you use me like that…and still fail to make me cum? i’ll have to do it myself. what a bother, angel.”
your breath catches in your throat, indicating your surprise. “seishiro…w-wait,” you plead, lips parting in a quiet moan at every squeeze of your flesh and tug of hips to get your body into place. you don’t even know what you’re asking for or why you’re asking him to stop, you still don’t care about the consequences. all you want is for the sleeping beauty above you to fall apart, to hear your name on the tip of his tongue, to feel him cum wherever that may be. “‘m sorry…i-i didn’t know you were awake!”
“don’t care darlin’,” seishiro’s breathy words hang between the pearliness of his teeth, shaggy hair tickling the skin on your calves as he positions them over his shoulders instead of in the air. “don’t r’member much… just my finger gettin’ pricked ‘n then you… using me. on top of me…” his cock makes a home between your plush thighs, pushing back and forth against the flesh to relieve his painfully hard erection. the action itself paints the canvas of your body with remainders of your arousal and essence — thick stringy globs of white forming tracks against soft skin. “f-fuck angel, you put in all this work to make yourself cum using me… now it’s my turn.”
eyes that mirror the silver light of the moon flutter shut and nagi’s nose judges against your ankle — lips grazing the pointed bone and in their wake leave a trail of inflamed bites from where he leaves his mark on you, hoping that they’ll be present on the morning to remind you of who you belong to. his pink tongue peeks out to lick, loll over and soorje what he nips at, but the wet sensation doesn’t distract from curious finger tips that dance their way down and pinch your arousal soaked, fat folds together. neediness streams into your tone as you whimper out for more and your hips arch up to chase the feeling.
in response a lazy grin twitches at the corner of your prince’s mouth, playing with the tackiness your cunt leaves against his hand before he spreads it over his bright red tip as lube. “quit squirming angel, s’too much of a bother to keep you pinned down,” seishiro then adjusts his knees on the bed and his hips begin to brutally rut into you, dragging his sloppy length back and forth, back and forth through the makeshift pocket pussy he’s made out of your quivering limbs. his precum loaded tip prods at the softness of your tummy and earns you a symphony of high pitched moans and heaving pants, harmonised with heavy balls slapping wetly against your clit over and over again. to the point where you fear you may be overcome with another orgasm all too soon.
being used like this, it feels humiliating, shame burns like paper held to a flame underneath the surface of your skin and tears begin to sting in your lower lash line as your entire body jolts up the bed — nagi throwing you about like a rag while he plunges his hips against your doughy thighs. his stamina impresses you too, but you find it hard to dwell on how quickly your lover was able to be riled up after rising from the constraints of an all powerful curse. you don’t mind the aching pulse to your untouched pussy when you get to watch nagi hang over you and hungrily hump your shaky legs — his usually kind eyes are swamped with darkness of lust the back of his pupil practically eclipsing the grey colour.
his head darkens at the roots from how much he’s sweating, droplets crowning his head and running down his back like water on a glass windowpane. he’s a sight to behold, he makes your holes drool and mouth water, the both of you completely wrecked by a little thigh fucking and humping. between his merciless pace and the creaks from the bed, nagi jams a veiny hand between the sensual bump and grind of your bodies to grasp at his thick, temperate shaft — pulling it down to run through the entire length of your slippery before tapping it greedily against your puffy clit and snack between your thighs.
the sweet squeak you release has the prince repeating his action over and over, blood rushing through the purpling veins that spiral down his chubby cock. you’re the perfect sticky little fleshlight for him to fuck, to hold and love, and he hisses, jutting his hips forward in order to chase the euphoria coursing for his veins like the next best drug — all while he pounds your thighs to the starry heavens and back.
juicy, wet sounds fill the room to the brim, a concert and performance of moans and whimpers to match and accompany nagi pounding away at your thighs, grinding against your sex. the white haired man leaks copious amounts of precum, milky like his hair and loose from his sore and sensitive rouge tip, that can’t stop weeping, oozing. his arousal makes each of his movements easier and more fluid, slipping and sliding between your legs and just grazing your sobbing mound. this way; you’re reminded of the sheet sheer size of your lover from the woods — be throbs, swollen and fat with an oncoming orgasm, with the seed that weighs down his balls that swing with each rut of his hips.
a hearty sob escapes you each time they press against you, dragging over your clit that begs for attention. the visage of your prince above you — flushed at the cheeks ( if they’ve been kissed by the petals of a rose), white brows knitted together st the centre of his forehead while ruby lined lips appear bitten and bruised — begins to blur from your saltine tears. you can no longer hold back, raw and rough desire washing away your ability to control your body and your voice.
the way you cry wracks your body with the case of the shakes because of the wild whines resounding from deep within seishiro’s hard chest. each sound makes your cunt quiver, your juices darkening the sheets below and clinging to his snow while pubes, all the while, the prince ravishes you pulling you apart molecule by molecule before he pieces you back together with just a lazy shape drawn against your hardening clit.
“w-what a waste of tears, i thought you wanted to use me,” nagi stutters out, breath condescending against your ankles. it makes him pulse between your thighs, knowing that he’s the one able to reduce you to a mess of cum and tears — even if you did half the work for him while he slept soundly. the fact that you threaten to break, still holding onto your inhibitions and desperate moans, only serves to make home rut his creamy cock against you faster. “you should give it up angel, m-much less of a hassle if you give into me.”
and with that, seishiro leans down to kiss you, his swiftness akin to a starved man. he manhandles your thighs to sit either side of his unfairly slender waist, granting him the room to swoop down until you’re chest to chest — his wide, large frame hiding your shaky one away from the world underneath him as his teeth sink into your bottom lip. he licks into your mouth as you open up with a shy mewl, devious tongue wrapping itself around your own as he tastes himself there. “thank you for waking me up, angel,” spit slings between your eager mouths, movements a little out of sync and languid since they’re so driven by a raw passion that simmers underneath the sleepy fog clouding the prince’s brain. “wakin’ me up to do this,”
he settles back on his haunches after coming up for air, laughing tiredly at the pout on your lips from the loss of contact.
but now that you’re spread eagle with your cunt drooling openly on the bed and glistening under the moon’s light — the white haired royal angles his hips just right, shuddering from head to toe as his sex soiled girth slots between your swollen folds perfectly. his bulbous tip peeks out against your clit and he circles it against you, desperate to hear you wail like the wind again. “feels so good against you, s’not fair how good you feel,” he says under his stuttering breath, using a thumb and forefinger to spread your pussy lips apart — groaning at the strings of clear slick that tie them together. ““later on, when i’ve got more energy, i’m going to fuck this pretty hole. make sure i really have my turn.” nagi promises and swallows thickly at the raunchy sight of you, viscous drops of your treacle like nectar running over your slit and down to your puckered asshole.
you’re grateful for his touch, the friction you’re about to receive… but you miss seishiro’s lips and his tongue so deep in your mouth he might as well have been fucking it too. why do you miss those luscious lips? because they keep you quiet, muffle your embarrassingly high moans and withering screams of pleasure, cover up your glass shattering cries that accompany your teary face. he’s so heavy and raw against you, grinding his shaft that shoots tiny spirts of precum onto your cunt while you match his rhythm — it’s a wonder why you’re crying right now. not to mention the rounds of overstimulation he’s put you through.
“you were so quiet before, angel, what happened?” a condescending tone fills out the weight in nagi’s voice, punctuated by the harsh lunges of his hips forwards as he smothers his girth in the juicy offerings from your folds. part of the prince wants to selfishly keep you writhing against his hot and heavy dick for all of eternity, adoring the way you bleat and cry for him through bleary Bambi eyes. hes sure you wouldn’t mind it either, but he’s too far gone to keep edging you both forever. “does it feel that good? so fucking good that you can’t help but whine and whimper for me… s’too much of hassle to hold back, angel. go one, cry pretty f’me, pretty girl…”
you burst into tears, letting your emotions overwhelm you. “feels so, so good, my prince,” you slur back as that familiar twinge of pleasure begins to rapidly mount within your tummy once more — throwing an avid, heated look his way. “s-sei, ‘m close,” one of your shaky hands take purchase in the silvery roots of his hair while the other grasps him shoulder so that you have the leverage to grind into him — rocking your hips in a fluid motion like a boat on rapid waves. sanity slips away from you under nagi, his energy completely unmatched as you struggle to keep up with his pace. the way he chases your sweltering, souse sex with the speed of the kingdom’s finest race horse. he pushes forward when you pull back and it goes both ways — one moment can’t happen without the other.
nagi simpers above you, smirking lazily as he pushes back the sweaty snowy white roots of his hair — drinking in the sight of you. “that so? you’re close? wanna feel it’s, s’too much effort to have you hold it…not when you sound so wet…” both of you move with increased vigour the closer you get to cloud nine, seishiro cooing to you like over the crude sound of your sexes slipping over each other. “…y’should be embarrassed, yanno,” he presses against you, whimpering happily at the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest with each thrust, his breath hot against the tips of your ears and weakly grinds against you clit now — his own orgasm on the horizon. “taking advantage of me like that. using me. s’naughty princess. such a hassle.”
he tucks his face against your neck, teeth grazing over the skin while he listens out for your hiccuped sobs and heaving chest — you’re so loud when you’re close and it pleases nagi. he can’t stop tapping your clit and nipping at your flesh — desperate to hear how much louder you can get without holding back. a gargled gasp from you has his cock twitching and threatening to burst with release, while the condescending gripes that vibrate in his chest shoot straight to you’re swollen clit.
listening to you cry and settling his greyed gaze on your puffy eyes is more than enough for nagi to cum, the string of his own sanity snapping as you scream for him. “you look like you’re about to cum, angel,” he purrs lowly, panting between each word. “mmmh, don’t you think i deserve to go first? fuuuuck i’m close…so close. do you want it inside? i won’t ruin the bed that way… wont need to clean it up…” seishiro rambles over the spit pooling pathetically on his tongue, bucking faster and harder against your slippery cunt with each syllable he manages to get out. “…wanna put it inside you as you cum.”
you barely have it in you to respond and you can hardly make sense of it all, brain running a mile a minute. the feeling of your orgasm twists in your lower stomach, stacking painfully in your pelvis at a rapid pace you can’t even comprehend. “yes…! want it inside, gods yes!” you sigh out, voice rising several octaves. “want you inside!”
though it’s entirely selfish of you to make demands in the moment, after how you so sinfully used the sleeping prince as your prize — nagi relents, slipping the delicious curve of his cock past your puckered, fluttering entrance just as he reaches his peak. it makes him shake as though the gods have stepped down from the heavens and set foot on earth and he really can’t help it, how much he cums. there's so much of it, white hot seed that spews into you hotly, so pent up from all the pleasure you’d given him while he slept. his heavy load pulses against your sensitive, ribbed walls and sticks — lubing up your insides while he pushes his milky cock deeper into your bare cunt.
“f-fuck!” the white haired prince curses loud enough to rouse his loyal subjects within a ten mile radius with one final swing of his hips. “f-fuck angel… gods!” strings of opaque seed tie the veins on his shaft to your precious hole and as he twitches with the last spurts of his orgasm — your own high is triggered.
white flashes behind your eyes and the dam breaks for the third and final time — your release trickles out of you in small waves and you let out a borderline pornographic moan. nagi hums happily at the feeling of you squirting around him, Essen e clinging to his pubic hair too.
for a second or two, seishiro relishes in the way you convulse around him, giving you a moment to calm down while he pacifies your high pitched squeals with gentle kisses along the side of your head. you’re still quivering when he collapses on top of you exhausted — neither of you having the capacity to speak properly. “d-don’t move… jus’ lay here with me,” he murmurs, tripping on his words. “‘m tired… don’t wanna move,”
you hardly have the strength to deny seishiro or push him off, snuggling into him as the pair of you roll onto your sides. “you’re tired… you almost slept for an eternity!” a laugh escapes you in reply.
“and guess who woke me up and made me work to cum. s’on you not me. fair is fair.” nagi quips back, burying his face into your neck.
you suppose that he has a point, nuzzling him from below as the two of you drift off without the fear of never waking up, of succumbing to lifelong sleep — content, happy and fucked out by your sleeping beauty.
5.0 is officially out! I already played a little bit and it’s soooo much fun. The character test runs from Mualani and Kachina are a little "special" but it’s really fun to play.
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