I found your The Marriage Game fic as a light reading because I got too curious about a rare pair of Ace x Vivi, and I ended up being too invested with the oh so MANY dramas. I love it, chef kiss. I was SO HAPPY that Lawbin was the endgame tehehehehe. I love your way of writing, and I especially LOVE how the men are so, how do I say this, emotionally expressive. In a way, it's because us readers are the one who read them so we got to see more, but it's always so refreshing to see emotions and feelings shown as such, like for an example with Zoro and Law. I've seen too many writings that show them completely void of emotions (not like they are much expressive anyway) so I appreciate their POV a LOT (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
Also got me roped into Ace x Vivi sidepairs with Katakuri x Reiju! I never really thought of those pairs, but they're very enlightening! I've grown fond of them, especially the latter. Their scenes make me feel like I was third wheeling HAHAHAHAH. Should you ever write more of them, I'm looking forward to it!
Hello Anon! How are you?
Oh, my! Thank you so much for your kind words! TMG has such a special place in my heart; it's so good to know that people still find that story, even though it's already completed!
I considered Ace x Vivi for this story, and I've become a fan of their dynamic and what I can come up with for their interactions! (I have a LawBin fic being posted at the moment - Dirge Tenebrarum - and Ace x Vivi are a background couple! I also have another one in the works - not yet published - that also has Ace x Vivi!)
I'm so happy you enjoyed the way I wrote the men in this fic. Indeed, since we're reading it from their POV, we get to know more of their feelings and inner thoughts. Also, since it's a Regency Era fanfic, I HAD to make it romantic. I just had to 😋 I'm so glad that was well portrayed!
Reijuri just made so much sense in that story! I wasn't even going to go there, but the characters got away from me! They created the tension! And I had to let the ball roll! Which I'm so happy I did because I loved writing them! (I had something else planned for their future, but I don't know WHEN or if I'll write it 😓)
This reply is turning into a thesis! Sorry! So, all this just to express my unending gratitude for having read all 300k+ words of my 'little' fic and for letting me know you enjoyed it! It made my day brighter! ❤️❤️
CW: NSFW, MDNI, use of pet names (angel, pretty), overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex, pwp
A/N: ok, I saw this poem written by someone on IG and it FUCKING inspired me. It's the first time in days that I've wanted to write something so I gotta run with it. Gonna do three one shots around the same premise. I hope you enjoy!!
Sanji
“Mmnn! S-Sa”
Sanji swears he hears you muttering his name between gasping breaths. He presses his lips to the nape of your neck, sticky with sweat. His arms caging you beneath him, “Shhh,” he coos, “I've got you angel.”
“Be patient,” his breathy whisper on the shell of your ear.
They say patience is a virtue.
He's a man with little time for indulgences, always serving others, but when he has you like this- open, pliant, and hungry- he suddenly has all the time in the world. To indulge in you.
He presses the tip of his cock further into you, mesmerized by how you so readily accept him. Lost in your smell, the sound of your breath hitching in your throat, your warmth. He falters for a moment in his ecstasy, pressing his chest to your back.
You're consumed by him. His hot breath shuddering in the crook of your neck, his body pressing down on you, his length splitting you open and filling you completely, the faint smell of cigarettes. Your mind is hazy, with no room for thoughts beyond how you're both connected.
“P-please, Sanji…I need you,” you whimper, trying to move your hips to signal him to move, your voice laden with desire and need. “How could I ever tell my angel no?” he groans as he pulls out slowly to quickly thrust back into your warmth and you greedily take it.
The air in the room feels thick and hazy. The sound of his hips snapping into you and ragged breaths fills your room. Your eyes roll back, your arms losing their will to hold you up any longer as Sanji continues to rut into you from behind singing your name and whispering praises.
They say patience is a virtue, but with the thought of his chest against your back, you're aching to be anything but virtuous.
Zoro
“Please, Zo-”
“C’mon, pretty,” you hear the smirk in his words, “just one more for me. Be patient and I’ll give you everything” It’s all you hear until you feel the warmth of his tongue as it returns to your overstimulated cunt. Your vision is dark. He has you blindfolded, lying on your bed, spread open for him to take what he pleases.
They say patience is a virtue.
Your wanton moans, hitched breaths, and cries of his name are music to his ears. Fueling him to continue to lap you up, taking everything you have to offer. Ripping more cries of pleasure from your throat like the demon he is. Your skin glistens in the moonlight, covered in the sweat pebbling your skin like it’s a trophy. Each droplet earned by Zoro’s devotion to you and your pleasure.
He twirls his tongue around your clit and sucks again, and your hips attempt to snap up reflexively, but he grounds you. His large, calloused hands, holding your waist as if it’s his lifeline. Your whimpers and breathy praises fill the room as he grinds himself into the bed. If he didn’t enjoy watching you fall apart under his touch, only for him to be the one to put you back together, he’d have given in long ago to your pleas.
After you’ve cum again for the nth time under his skilled tongue, your sanity feels it's beginning to unravel, “Z-Zoro,” your voice quiet, almost a whisper. Dripping with desire, hunger, and desperation. “P-please, it’s too much. P-lease,” you beg as tears threaten to spill from your lashes but they have nowhere to go but into the blindfold covering your eyes.
Zoro has mercy for your soul, he presses hot kisses to the insides of your thighs just outside your overheated core. As he presses up to his knees. He leans over to pull the blindfold off of you, he wants to see the pleasure that only he can give you, in your eyes. You blink as you adjust to the light in the room. “Where do you want me, pretty?”
“F-fill me, please, I need to feel you,” you gasp desperately as you reach for him. Needing to feel him in you, on you, anything to ground you.
“I’ve got you, c’mere,” he growls as he grabs your waist, kneeling between your legs, sitting back on his haunches. Lining himself up, he finally presses his tip into you, slowly rocking himself further and further into your warm and inviting walls. His own patience is wearing thin as he watches your eyes shut, brows furrowed, biting your lip in pleasure. Finally getting the fullness you’ve been begging for. You moan his name and his restraint finally snaps. He pulls you fully onto his length at once, unable to stay away any longer from your siren’s call. Your grip on his forearms tighten at the intense pleasure of finally getting what you’ve craved.
They say patience is a virtue, but with the thought of his hands against your waist, you're aching to be anything but virtuous.
Law
Law marvels at you, splayed out beneath him. He watches as your chest rises and falls as whispers of his name fall from your lips. Your skin littered with marks of his claim to you and your pleasure. His calloused hands roaming your body, his touch igniting flames across your skin as he explores your form. “L-law,” you cry out as his fingers plunge into you, curling just so to rip another moan from your throat.
He growls in delight as he watches you fall apart at his touch. He whispers your name, “You’re doing so good for me,” as he scissors his fingers in your tight, wet, heat. “Be patient, I’ll take care of you,” his voice deep and gravely, as he takes one of your breasts into his mouth. His tongue circling your nipple until it’s pert and he gently bites it, groaning as your hands find purchase in his hair, stinging his scalp as you tighten your grip.
They say patience is a virtue.
He’s been edging you for what feels like hours. Your skin littered with sweat, the fruits of his labor. His fingers sinking into you bring you closer to the edge, and he knows it. He feels you teetering along that precipice he’s been keeping you from tumbling over. Words of love and desperation pour from your mouth as he continues. Gloating at the trembling mess that you’ve become under his touch. But his restraint is waning, the desire to fill you and claim you truly is quickly winning out.
His desire to watch how you crumble under his touch, only to be put back together again suddenly snaps. He realizes that he doesn’t put you back together, no. It’s you, it’s always been you. And his restraint snaps as you cum on his fingers. He needs you; needs you to make him whole. You lie before him, panting as you come down from your high, crying out as he pulls his skilled fingers from you.
He licks the sweat from your chest to your collarbone in one long swipe, as he presses your legs up, slotting himself between them. You both groan as he presses his cock into you, throbbing with need and the desire to feel whole with you. You feel his hot breath against your neck, heaving, cooling your skin as it blows across the perspiration collected there.
They say patience is a virtue, but with the thought of his breath against your neck, you're aching to be anything but virtuous.
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You’re naked against him, skin hot and your thighs bracketing his hips as you grind down with no hesitation. Law’s breath stuttered the moment he felt you: wet, tight, unmistakably real. His cock was already hard, aching between you and leaking against your skin.
“Fuck,” he groaned, voice wrecked.
Your hands braced on his shoulders as you sank down onto him, slow enough to make it torture. He felt every inch slide in, the drag, the stretch, the way his body jerks at the sensation like it’s been waiting for you all along. His fingers dug into your hips, keeping you fully seated, buried deep.
You started moving—rolling your hips, squeezing around him, and he lost the last of his composure.
His head tipped back, as he muttered, voice shaking, “Shit...just like that,” he paused, “just like that.”
The dream went on. You rode him harder, faster, the wet sounds between you obscene in the quiet cabin. Every thrust sent sparks up his spine, his cock throbbed and twitched inside you as pressure built relentlessly.
He’s was close. Embarrassingly close.
You leaned down, and whispered his name against his ear, and did it. His hips jerked up instinctively, chasing friction, control completely gone. His body tightened, pleasure flowing through him in waves as he groaned as the pressure inside him built up.
Then, his eyes opened.
Law gasped, hips jerking uselessly at the air, cock throbbing as he finished in reality, cum slicking his stomach and the sheets beneath him. He heaved his chest as sweat cooled on his skin, the aftershocks leaving him shaky and flushed.
For a long moment, he just lies there, stunned by how real it felt.
“…unbelievable,” he muttered, jaw tight.
The worst part wasn’t the mess.
It’s knowing that when he saw you later—fully clothed, completely innocent—his body is going to remember exactly how you felt wrapped around him in his dream and want it again.
trafalgar law who prefers fingering over eating you out because he can hold you, snug against his side with one arm around your waist or shoulders, the other arm nestled between your thighs, two long, tattooed digits knuckle deep inside of your wet cunt.
trafalgar law who examines your face the entire time with such an intensity that you’re forced to look away, watching every single twitch and change of expression so he knows when you’re close.
trafalgar law who lets you pant into his mouth, pressing the most feather-light and clumsy kisses against your lips because he knows you don’t have the energy to properly kiss him while his fingers crook inside of you, pressing against that spongy spot repeatedly.
trafalgar law who uses his free hand to palm your breasts, run over your soft tummy, touches you anywhere and everywhere he can reach to get you closer to the edge.
trafalgar law who tells you to rub your clit once he sees you getting close, feels you clenching around his fingers more rapidly, muttering a low and gentle “touch yourself” against the heated skin of your cheek and pressing a kiss to it as if to reward you for obeying.
trafalgar law who tugs you closer as you finally come around his fingers, pressing his lips to yours in a messy and nasty kiss that’s all tongue in an attempt to swallow your pretty moans.
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