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My Love Mine All Mine

Inspired by that one Mitski song, obviously. Just under 1k words of mushy loveliness, silly pirate doctor has me in a chokehold.

law x fem reader, somewhat smutty

His skin sticks to yours like warm sugar, entirely too much of a feeling as his thrusts grow deeper and then still all at once. His breath is hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, whimpers and groans dancing across the baby hairs on the edge of your hairline, a shaky hand smoothing all the way up from your thigh to your breasts, an affectionate squeeze where he deems necessary. There’s a distinct ache between your thighs but it’s not the worst feeling in the world, you think to yourself, feeling warm and full even after he’s slipped himself out of you, hands tenderly manipulating your legs off his shoulders.

You sink, boneless, into the mattress, like a stone through water as you feel the springs and sheets shift around you as he gets up and slinks off somewhere for something. You don’t pay it much mind, not until a small draft dances across your bare stomach and you mumble for him needily, childishly. He somehow hears you from the bathroom and saunters back in with an amused but soothing “I’m coming don’t worry, I’m here” and then the mattress shifts again, and your view of the ceiling is interrupted by shaggy black hair, pale sharp eyes, a crooked grin. Gold earrings catch the light of the lampshade and twinkle just at the crook of his jawline like orb-like fairies, dancing in and out of your vision as he moves until he’s leaning over you on one arm, the other holding a warm cloth.

Said fabric finds its way between your legs and you hiss at the contact, grumbles that turn into almost-purrs when a free hand strokes through your hair softly, a pair of lips kissing and mumbling against your temple. He’s unusually amusable after sex, almost silly. “You come here often?” paired with a flash of teeth and dimples as his hands clean you up, whipping a storm of red onto your cheeks as you push at his chest with a hand half-heartedly. He giggles, giggles, but relents, tossing the cloth over his shoulder and replacing it with a cool glass of water, forever the caretaker. “At least half please, then I’m all yours”.

You do as he says, because how could you not, with his imperfect-perfect skin and his tattoos and his smile that’s as rare as rubies, and he rewards you with a gentle peck on the lips as he sets the glass on the side and nestles amongst the covers, dragging you down willingly with him. You start off with your back against his chest, arms looped around your middle as small, lingering kisses are planted along your shoulder, your arm, your neck. The praise, God. “You doing okay?” “You did so good” “So perfect” “All mine”. You could get off from his voice alone. The thought enters your mind, and you press your behind against him, feeling him tense and huff a laugh / groan against your neck. “There’s no way either of us are making it through round two” his voice is scratchy, deep and it only eggs you on, but before he can be convinced, he cuts the temptation off at the source and flips you so you’re chest to chest, an amused frown on his face as he kisses you all over before shoving your face against his collarbone. “Sleep, before you kill me off”.

No one would’ve believed it if they saw it: the Surgeon of Death, ex-warlord and member of the worst generation, cradling a woman in his arms so gently it was as if she was made of glass. Murmuring ludicrously romantic things against and into crevices of skin, a smile on his face so content you’d think him the luckiest man alive.

-loresona

#that was so cute :((#such a good read URGH #law x reader #lib. ★

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Hiii, long time lurker first time requester here!! (on anon bcos tumblr is my safe place, I hope that’s okay :3) I was wondering if I could submit a request before you close them? 💕

I love how you write lighthearted scenes with Law, it’s always the perfect balance of comedy while staying true to his character! So, may I propose: the fake relationship trope with Law x reader?? Yknow the iconic scenario when two characters who are definitely not dating find themselves in a sticky situation so the reader pulls the ‘oh this is my boyfriend/girlfriend’ card completely out of the blue and the other person just has to kinda go along with it so as not to blow their cover?

Idek how that would even come about in a scenario involving Law but I just know he would be so exasperated but still committed to going along with it hehe

Anon your mind is 😙👌🏼 chefs kiss I love that trope and I hope that I made it work well bc i wanted to go the humor route but decided that the Kaz/Inej coding of reader and Law needed some more food so ㅡ

[heads up!: spy!reader, reader is not specifically gendered but they do wear a dress, angst, Law's a lil dumb okay]

The party is beautiful.

Soft orchestral music plays over the soft din of conversation, the sway of couples in lavish clothing and practiced weaving of staff through the clusters of socialites, trays of food held aloft and offered at various intervals.

Flute of champagne in hand, you watch from your place near a pillar, half-studying the people around you, half watching the fizz of tiny bubbles in your glass.

"Not much of a dancer?" The speaker's tone is light and conversational, and when you look over, you half-recognize the man now standing next to you. He's the grandson of the man hosting this entire soiree ㅡ and you turn towards him.

"Unfortunately no," you answer with a demure smile, then dip your head to look through your eyelashes, tapping the rim of your glass against your lip. "I'm waiting on someone."

You know his type, playing right into the invisible appeal as his gaze flickers, then brightens as he offers you his arm. "Perhaps I can at least offer a dance in the meantime?"

Your smile widens just a little, the careful bat of your eyes. "Perhaps you can."

Your flute is set down in favor of tucking your arm into his and allowing him to sweep you out further onto the floor with the whisper of your dress against your legs. It's heavy and far from what you're accustomed to, but worth the extra beri for the way you fit right in amongst the others.

The press of his other hand is warm against your back, just shy of touching exposed skin ㅡ and you welcome the touch of dizziness from the champagne to keep from balking at the idea of him touching you.

"This person you're waiting for," your partner says as he leads you through a graceful arc past another couple, "shame on them for keeping such a lovely creature such as yourself waiting for so long."

Your skin crawls, even as you laugh softly. "I assure you, they'reㅡ"

"There you are." A familiar voice makes you turn, finding sharp gold eyes focused on you, then your partner. Trafalgar Law looks less than thrilled about much at any given moment but right now, he looks livid, jaw taut as he watches you and your partner scramble for something to say.

"My apologies," your dance partner says, his expression shifting to mask his discomfort at Law's sudden appearance. "I take it that this is your…"

"My boyfriend," you answer smoothly, sheepish and apologetic as you disengage your arm from his and step towards Law. "It was lovely to dance with you. But if you'll excuse us for a moment?"

You don't give him or Law a chance to answer, grabbing the latter's hand to pull him with you as you hurry away as quickly as your dress and situational awareness will allow you. You're still working, after all, even if Law showing up has potentially jammed a wrench into the cogs.

What is he even doing here? You want to demand answers, furious that he'd decided to show up unannounced ㅡ like he doesn't trust you. That alone both stokes your fury and douses it in cold water, an odd juxtaposition that ultimately just makes you feel sick.

Law lets you drag him down the hallway, the hard click of your shoes against the marble floor, studying the bounce of your carefully styled hair, the way the jeweled end of your hairpin sways with your movement.

You'd been lucky enough to weave your web of deception strong enough to secure yourself a place to stay close to your target, and you let go of Law's hand in favor of fussing with the door before yanking him inside.

Law watches your shoulders sag with visible relief as you shut the door, then turn towards him. "What were you thinking? I had this under control."

He knows. He knows you're more than capable of handling things like this, have proven yourself time and time again ㅡ he doesn't need to check in on you. But he doesn't want to admit the real reason, that he'd been jealous of someone else's hands on you, touching you the way he should be.

Of course he'd never admit that, he'd rather take it to the grave with him than offer the open wound of vulnerability when he isn't sure you'd return his feelings.

"You know what?" You say when he's quiet for too long, tone sharp with hurt wrapped in exhausted disbelief at his actions, "I don't want to hear it."

He should apologize. Tell you that he hadn't meant to almost blow your cover, that he hadn't been thinking ㅡ but instead he watches you cross the room with the rustle of your dress, trying to clean up the clutter of just hours before.

"I just wish you'd trust me," you say, and Law can tell that it's more than just tonight that's bothering you.

"I do trust you."

You scoff, silence broken by the hard click of plastic cased cosmetics that you toss roughly back into your bag and then reach to tug the pin out of your hair. "Could have fooled me."

Your tone is scathing, all raised hackles and sharp teeth ㅡ remnants of the wild thing you'd once been and in some ways still are. You, for all your sharp edges and uncomfortable truths, still find a way to nestle in his chest, tuck yourself in his heart in ways that terrify him.

Your huff of frustration breaks Law out of his thoughts to find you struggling with the zipper at the top of your back, and he crosses the room without thinking.

The silent bat of his hand against yours makes you stiffen, hands moving to the bodice of your dress as he pinches the key of the zipper between his fingers.

"I do trust you," he repeats softly. He struggles, the drag of the zipper teeth agonizingly slow. "I apologize if I haven't made that clear."

You stare at the mess of your bed. "I don't understand what the issue is, then." Your words are a knife you know how to wield and do it well, tight grip on the hilt and sharp tip at proverbial underbelly. "You do your job, I do mine. It's simple."

And yet it isn't. As much as Law wishes that it were, it's far from it. Because he cares about you, cares for you in ways he's trying so hard not to.

The slow gap of your skin exposed, soft and unguarded that entices him, makes him want in ways he knows he shouldn't. You should pull away, demand he leave, that you'll see him later when you return to the Polar Tang.

You don't. Instead, you let him pull the zipper down further. And maybe, if he were a different man, that would be enough.

It isn't.

The ghost of his fingers against your back makes you stiffen, but you don't discourage him. They slide along the slope of your shoulders, make an invisible path he entertains the brief fantasy of following with his mouth.

And maybe he could, maybe you'd let him ㅡ after all, you'd told those party goers he was your boyfriend. It'd been hasty, quick thinking on your part, but brilliant ㅡ as always. You never miss a beat, always thinking ahead. What he admires about you is the same thing that drives him crazy ㅡ you're always ahead of him, even in this. He knows, and is aware all he has to do is meet you in the middle.

He pulls away.

"Do you regret allowing me to join your crew, Law?" Your voice, ever that blade, slices through the uncomfortable silence to twist deeper into the ache of his chest. "If you do, this is the perfect time to tell me to leave. I'm sure you can come up with something to tell the others."

You're offering him an out. A way to escape this complicated tangle, let him deflect and deny until you're nothing but a distant memory and a handful of reminders left around the Polar Tang. He should let you leave.

"I want you," he says instead, and he means to follow that up with something, but it falls flat in the now stilted gap between you.

You exhale. "You want me."

You turn towards him, moonlight against the slope of your neck, the dip of your collarbone. Your eyes gleam, flashing with emotion. "And how would you have me, Law? Fully clothed, head turned so our lips can never meet?"

That knife slips between his ribs and up, punctures his heart, lets him silently bleed out between every breath. He's reminded that you don't wear the boiler suit, your clothes unadorned with his jolly roger ㅡ a reminder that he does not own you (nor does he want to. He just wants you to stay.), and you are not his. But you could be, you tell him silently. You need him to meet you in the middle. That's all.

Something in your face shifts, breaking in his silence. "I will have you without armor, Trafalgar Law, or I will not have you at all."

#heart destroyed. so good ARGH #give me MORE HEARTACHEEE #law x reader #lib. ★

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louebel · 5 months

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Sanji, my girlfriend

#URGH I LOVE HER #sanji 🍳#art. ♣︎

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ANIMATED LINES | blend 02.

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me, an idiot, when I realize that I should have released the morning and night colourways along with the sunset and dawn set🧍‍♀️

again, it’s better to save these via desktop because they’re suuuuper smol and thin and really hard to save on mobile 🫠😫

please like, reblog, and credit if you use :)

more dividers →

#oo!! these look so pretty :o #reb. ♥︎

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#pretty!! lovely colors #nami 🍊#art. ♣︎

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Listen listen hear me out. Imagine law comforting y/n because he just found out your afraid of thunder.

Ah! Sorry it took me a little bit to get to this, but it's a cute thought!!

[Heads up!: reader is afraid of thunder, hurt/comfort]

It's dumb.

At least you think it is, given that's what you've always been told when you've said a word about it. Maybe nobody quite laughed at you, but there's always been that amusement in their tone, the glimmer of mockery ㅡ you're afraid of thunder? Why? It can't hurt you.

You know that. And maybe it isn't so much that as it is what comes with it ㅡ dark, steel grey skies and torrential downpour, the violent heave of waves and crack of lightning.

Whatever it is, that ominous rumble never fails to send a shiver of fear through you, chill settling into your bones and making your limbs heavy.

Like now.

Being submerged in the Polar Tang, you'd almost forgotten about your phobia ㅡ after all, storms aren't noticable when you're deep below the ocean's surface.

But you'd surfaced for repairs ㅡ just before a storm began rolling in. You'd heard it first, that slow, ominous rattle from the sky above ㅡ and immediately retreated into the Polar Tang. Maybe it'd pass on, maybe it wouldn't last long, maybe ㅡ

You stiffen at the echo of it, imagine the faint answering rumble of the metal wall behind you as you tuck yourself further into the bed, blankets wrapped tightly around you.

You'll be okay. It'll be okay, you'll be fine ㅡ the storm won't last long.. It's a mental mantra you repeat to yourself as you gently rock back and forth, eyes sliding shut.

"What are you doing?" Law's voice rips you from the edge of a comfortable headspace to find him watching you from the doorway, expression unreadable. You open your mouth, then flinch at the echoed rumble of thunder.

"Hiding," you mumble weakly after a moment, curling back up and ducking your head so that you don't have to see his expression. Of course he's going to judge you for your fear ㅡ Law is a doctor, he's a rational man. Fears like this don't have a place here.

Hot shame creeps into your chest and warms your cheeks, makes you fight the urge to cry. Why do you have to be afraid of something so dumb?

There's the hard click of Law's shoes and a soft sigh, and you brace for the scolding. That it isn't a tangible thing, that it's part of nature, that you're an adult and a pirate.

A hand lands on the soft blanket you've pulled over your head and rubs gently before tugginf it down off of your head. "It's pretty loud out there," he says slowly, and you listen to the creak of the bed as he seats himself beside you.

You offer a sniffle. "I shouldn't be afraid of thunder," you whisper quietly. "It's dumb."

Law exhales softly. "It isn't dumb to be afraid of thunder." Tattooed fingers stroke through your hair gently. "What is dumb is not telling me. I could have helped before this, you know."

Law shifts how he's sitting on the bed and gently coaxes you over into leaning on him, blankets rustling with your movement.

"Sorry," you mumble after several long moments of silence.

"Don't be." His fingertips brush your cheek, soft affection. "Storm should be over soon. We can stay like this until it does. Sound good?"

Your eyes close. "Sounds good."

#oh man :( relatable #so cute tho!! i like and hate storms. the loud noises are... urgh #but!! this is so nice!!#law x reader #lib. ★

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helloooooo!!! Conrgats on 250 followers!!! You absolutely deserve it, I love how you write for law and zoro :)

for the event, may I request law + gone too soon? thank you for writing!!

hiiiiiii anon!!! thank you so much for the praise, lovely!!! it means the world to me <3

law + gone too soon (sfw, gn!reader)

wc: 987 masterlist

ft. a bit of angst, manga spoilers, strawhat!reader

Law hadn’t expected his personal feelings to cause a snag in his plans. He wasn’t one for getting entangled in affairs of the heart, having a near endless amount of more important things to do; however, there was just something about you that piqued his curiosity, giving him no choice but to lurk around you like an oversized, slightly temperamental black cat.

When your crew splits up in Zou, he prays you’ll go with your Captain, and curses under his breath when he realizes just how difficult it will be to ignore your proximity be while submerged under the waves in the Polar Tang. Unknowingly, you throw wrenches in his plan to avoid you, routinely seeking him out in his office, especially late at night when sleep is unfortunately not an option for either of you. He offers you sleep aids, but you simply tell him his company is enough to put you at ease; while he, whether he likes to admit it or not, enjoys these moments with you, he finds himself nearly unable to breathe until he knows for certain you’re fast asleep on his office couch. Your presence is nearly suffocating to him, but he just can’t seem to pull himself out of your orbit, no matter how hard he tries.

One evening, after the victory in Wano, you’re on your way to check on Luffy and Zoro, and bring a bento box to Chopper, who refused to leave their side. You wave a cheerful goodbye to Usopp and Franky, sitting by a fire near the docks; Law nearly lets you walk away, content to simply catch a glimpse of you, but he is ultimately unable to resist the urge to catch up with you and join you on your walk.

“It’s getting dark. I’ll walk with you.” he says, his tone not giving you much of an option to refuse, though he hopes you wouldn’t, if he gave you the choice.

Neither of you ones for idle small talk, you both cover a wide range of topics, from comparing types animals you’ve both dissected, to your varying experience of both having doctors for parents, which spills over into sharing some of your favorite childhood memories. Law’s stomach flutters, unnerved by the way you get him to open up so easily, especially by your ability to coax him to delve into the good parts of his past that were so few and far between, but he finds himself once again succumbing to the overwhelming urge to be close to you.

When you reach the castle, he stays outside and waits for you, trying desperately to regain his composure and cursing himself for going after you in the first place when he knows he is playing with fire.

“Payment.” you say playfully on your way back to the docks as you drop a small drawstring bag of coins in his hand, a sly grin across your face, “For safe passage across the River Styx.”

He examined the commemorative coins plastered with Big Mom’s image as the two of you continued to walk; you must have gotten one of your crewmates to keep an eye out for them on their journey to retrieve Sanji. A deep pain pulls at his heart when it sets in that you had asked your friends to go out of their way to bring back trinkets for him.

Law is speechless, but you simply smile, amused at the brief drop in his walls that was written all over his face. “Fitting for the man who defeated Big Mom.” you say, poking him in the arm.

“I had plenty of help.” he says, trying to fight the blush spreading on his cheeks.

“I know,” you say with a smirk, “but I don’t care for Jaggy.” Law lets out a chuckle at you using one of Luffy’s nicknames—he picked up a long time ago that, like your Captain, you’ll use them for people you don’t think much of, and is grateful that he’s more than Traffy to you.

Some sly, teasing remark inquiring if you care for him is on the tip of his tongue, but it gets stamped out by the rational part of his brain that reminds him you’ll be parting ways in a few days, likely to never see each other again.

“Me neither.” he says, hoping you didn’t notice his brief hesitation before he spoke.

He had returned you to his destination, but both of you were frozen, staring at each other and choking down a multitude of unspoken feelings.

“I’ve got something for you as well.” he finally says, breaking the silence, placing a small, white square in your hand—a piece of his vivre card.

“Don’t read too much into it.” he warns, pulling the brim of his cap over his eyes, knowing he’ll turn too soft if he can see the gratitude brimming in your gaze.

“Thank you, Law.” you say, squeezing his hand; your tone of voice tells him that you indeed had read too far into it, and were treating it as the cowardly confession that it was.

Tilting his hat upward to get a good glimpse of his face, you glance around to make sure no one was watching before pressing your lips to his cheek. Wordlessly, you reach into your pocket, tear a piece off of your own vivre card, and place it in his palm, covering it with yours. A mutual, silent, bittersweet understanding hung in the air—there was no way this could happen now, but you both agree to keep a shred of hope for someday.

As you walk back to the Sunny, he finds himself calling your name—only your name, no -ya tagged on the end.

“Take care of yourself.” he says, heart melting at the smile you give him in return.

“You too, Law.” you reply, waving goodbye to him as you disappear up the ramp of the Sunny and out of sight.

And when he’s dizzy, bleeding out, and being carried through the cold ocean currents by Bepo, he allows himself, if only for a second, to wonder if you’re watching the scrap of his vivre card burn up in your palm.

#urgh :(( this was so cute n nice 😭😭🥺🥺#babies!!#law x reader #lib. ★

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HOP IN BOYS, ITS THE POLAR TRUCK.

#LET'S GO YOU GUYS #reb. ♥︎

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|| again i regret nothing

[Heads up!: Law in glasses, modern!au, Professor!Law, afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, public sex technically, established relationship, unprotected sex (make informed and safe decisions kids), banter]

Against the rush of students that filter in the opposite direction, you keep your smile polite as you weave your way around them, nodding in greeting but nothing else ㅡ you have a task at hand, after all.

The task is not so much something as someone ㅡ someone who doesn't look up as you slip into his office, turning a page of his book as you shut the door. "You missed our lunch date."

Law looks up and over, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he looks at the clock, then double checks it against his watch. "Oh."

"I figured you would," you sigh, holding up the bag you'd been cradling carefully, "so I brought it to you. How long do you have until the next class?"

Another flick to his watch. "Two hours."

"Perfect," you chirp as you approach, perching yourself on his desk as you set the bag down, letting Law examine the contents himself. "It's not dining hall food, if that's what you're worried about."

Law hums, and you slip off the desk to examine the full scale skeleton nearby, dragging your fingers against it. "Is this real bone?"

"Mm."

Your head tilts as you examine it, silently trying to identify the bones for a short while before you sigh and retreat back to his desk. "That's why anatomy isn't my thing. Too many bones to remember."

"It's not that hard," Law counters, done with his food as he peers up at you. "I could teach you."

"You're not my Professor," you tease as you adjust your seating and lean to fix his glasses before settling your hands on his shoulders, tugging playfully at curls of dark hair at the nape of his neck. "And I'm not one of your students."

"Doesn't mean I can't still teach you," he counters. If he notices the way you've pulled him closer to the desk, he doesn't say anything as you bump your forehead against his.

"Oh? Gonna give me a hands-on lesson?" Your tone is still teasing, even with the subtle shift in intention, the way that you pull away to catch the not-so subtle downward flick of his eyes to your lips.

"I could."

"Okay, Professor," you sigh, tugging at his hair again, "teach me then."

ㅡ

Even with the way you'd been sure to lock his office door, you're mindful to keep your noises to a minimum at the drift of Law's lips against your neck, the intentional dig of his teeth at your clavicle. "Thought you were teaching me," you scold playfully, "not turning me into a chew toy."

"I can do both," comes the murmured response, hot breath against your skin making you shiver. "Can't I?"

"I guess so." You lean as Law coaxes you back, head tilted to offer him more room to work. "I'm not learning anything, though."

You hiss as he sucks a mark into your skin, hand at the back of his head curling into his hair.

"I said this was more of a hands-on approach." His hands, ironically enough, have been out of the equation save for the rest of them at your waist ㅡ although one rises at your protesting huff, skimming bare skin beneath your shirt. "Don't get impatient."

"But you're not doing anything," you complain, "besides reminding me I need to dig out my turtlenecks from the back of the closet."

"Not my problem." You can feel the smug curve of his mouth and your lips part around another complaint, though a startled moan leaves instead as he palms at your breast.

The attention at your shoulder pauses in favor of coaxing you further back against his desk, the surface cool against your heated skin and making you whine as your shirt is shucked up enough to expose your chest.

Not for the first time, you're grateful that the door is locked ㅡ there aren't many ways to explain why you're in this position, Law leaning between your legs to pepper open mouthed kisses along your sternum before he nips at the underside of your bra.

"Tease," you huff as he moves down your navel, worshiping the soft skin with teeth and tongue as you shudder and tighten your grip in his hair. He groans in response, vibration making you tighten your thighs around his hips.

"Don't be mean," Law warns, eyes sharp behind the gleam of his glasses as he looks up at you, toying with the button of your pants as the neatly trimmed scruff of his chin tickles your navel. "I'll leave you like this."

"Don't you dare," you retort, cheeks hot as Law quirks an eyebrow in challenge. You know he's serious ㅡ he's done it before, left you to finish the day wet and aching without relief until you'd been able to pounce on him in your shared home ㅡ you hadn't even made it to the bedroom. The memory of it still makes you sigh, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

Law hums before he soothes your rising irritation with the deliberate glide of his tongue just above your groin, button of your pants popped and fabric tugged down along with your panties.

There's something pleasurably dizzying in seeing his shock of dark hair between your legs, soft curls that you tangle your fingers into firmly in anticipation. He watches you jerk in surprise as he blows air against your folds, admiring the glisten of your arousal before he leans in.

The first drag of his tongue makes you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your gasp that ends in a moan, eyes shut as he digs the tip against your swollen clit. He stiffens further in his pants when you yank firmly at his head, silently demanding more as he begins eating you out in earnest.

Law is talented with his tongue in a lot of ways, and this is no different ㅡ there's practiced ease in the way that he works you with the muscle, knows how to get you biting at your fingers in a desperate bid to stay quiet.

Law follows every shudder and twitch of your hips as you squirm against his face, curl of his tongue as you inch ever closer to your orgasm. Law grunts at the scrape of your fingernails against his scalp, hand that isn't kneading at your thigh sliding down to palm roughly at himself.

Your breathing hitches, noises pitching higher as the knot of pleasure in your lower stomach tightens before snapping as Law refocuses his attention on your clit once more.

You muffle your wail against your palm as you cum, wave of pleasure cresting and washing over you, fizzing in your veins as Law laps slowly at your core.

"God," you pant as he presses damp kisses up your abdomen, muffling a soft laugh against the plush of your body.

"That's not my name, but close enough," he taunts, eyes flashing with amusement as you roll your own and pull him up the rest of the way for a proper kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue as he deepens contact, muffling a soft moan at the bump of his clothed erection against your sensitive core as he settles between your legs.

"Devil," you murmur against his mouth. "Is that more appropriate?"

Law hums. "Probably."

You find the strength to push him back towards his chair, pausing only to yank your shirt off your head completely and to glance at the clock. An hour before Law's next class ㅡ enough time to finish things and act as though this mid-afternoon tryst never happened.

Law lifts his hips to accommodate the determined work of your hands at his pants, hissing through gritted teeth when you give him a few teasing strokes, thumb collecting the precum weeping from the reddened tip to slide it down his shaft.

"Don't be impatient," you echo his earlier sentiment when he grabs at your hips, chair just wide enough to allow the slip of your folded legs on either side. It still creaks as you lean over him, and you raise an eyebrow. "How mad do you think they'll be if we break your chair?"

"They don't need to know how it happened," Law answers, and you stifle a giggle before sinking down onto him. The stretch to accommodate him makes you shudder and cling to him, little bounce of your hips sheathing him completely in you.

There's a moment of heavy breathing from you both as you adjust, clench of your walls around him making Law dig his fingers into your skin almost hard enough to bruise.

The rhythm that you start is slow and steady, mindful of the protest of his chair before you still. "I don't think this chair is going to work, Law."

"Brat," Law mumbles against your shoulder, but he coaxes your legs around his waist as he stands, settling you onto his desk.

"How am I a brat? For not wanting us to end up in the hospital when that chair breaks?" You resort to tugging on his hair again as he rocks his hips against yours, picking up the pace you'd started.

Law rolls his eyes good naturedly even as his hips snap against yours, attention shifting to fucking you properly rather than continue to banter. You cling to him, muffling your sounds into his shoulder as the hand not occupied on his hair curls against his back.

There's something to be said about how quickly you finish when in his office ㅡ either it's the public setting or getting to see Law in a professional capacity that does it, but it doesn't take long for the delicious drag of his cock against your g-spot to have you biting at his shoulder as you near your second orgasm.

Law manages a handful of rough thrusts more before you're clenching hard around him, dragging him along with you as he presses as deep as he can and shudders with his own release, groaning against the shell of your ear.

You sag into him as you catch your breath, massaging at his scalp and earning a soft sigh in answer.

"Need to clean up," you mumble at last and he makes a noise of either agreement or complaint, but pulls out of you after a moment before moving to help clean you up and helping you redress.

"Still didn't learn anything," you lament playfully as he tugs your shirt down, and he scoffs before he kisses your forehead.

"Just means I'll have to give you private lessons when I get home."

#BARK #law w glasses... ARGEHEV #law x reader #lib. ★

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louebel · 5 months

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It's rare that Law falls asleep before you.

Even rarer still that he's even in bed before you ㅡ because when you trudge into his room (which is yours too now, you suppose), you fully expect him to be awake and at his desk, working on something.

The room is in the usual disarray, stacks of books everywhere ㅡ but still comfortable in the dim luminescence of the porthole. And Law is not at his desk ㅡ he's already in bed, jeans and cap shucked to the spare chair you often curl up in, Kikoku propped up against it.

You stare at the sight before you, wondering if you should be concerned ㅡ after all, it isn't every day that you don't have to wrestle your boyfriend into going to bed. You glance at the clock on his desk, then wince.

For once, you're the one who's lost track of time.

You sigh softly, scrubbing at your eyes before you move towards the bed to join him. Law doesn't stir at the dip of the bed or tug of the blankets, breathing still an even cadence as you settle beside him.

Law's face is made softer in sleep, no furrow to his brow or irritated pull of his mouth, and you reach to thumb at the shadows underneath his eyes. They're not as dark as you've seen them, but their presence still makes your heart ache. You know that he has a lot on his plate as a captain, but you also know he struggles to share the workload.

Your touch drifts over the bridge of his nose to his cheek, then to his jaw, stroking gently. In sleep, he offers a soft sigh and the subtle shift to your touch, subconscious movement sending butterflies through your stomach.

You love him. You know that you do, as certain of it as you've ever been of anything ㅡ you love him with every fibre of your being. And you know that he loves you, too. How else would you be privy to this, the softer, unguarded sides of him? It's an honor to be trusted this much, especially when you know how much effort it's taken to get to this point.

Law shifts in his sleep again, reaching ㅡ and you squirm closer carefully, feel the drift of his arm over your waist, the tuck of your head beneath his chin. Comfortable, easy ㅡ and oh so very welcome in this wee hour of the morning.

You snuggle as close as you can, pressing your lips to his shoulder in a soft kiss before you close your eyes, content to let yourself follow him into sleep.

#so... soft...#babie...#law x reader #lib. ★

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