#Trafalgar law one shot

[willowbelle]

Just Give In

new fic per request! ♡︎

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: established relationship, consensual somnophilia, begging, throat-fucking, slight degradation, praise, use of "good girl", sleepy sex, riding, cock-warming.

summary: law is an insomniac. law and reader have an established relationship & mutual agreement regarding somnophilia. reader sucks law off while he sleeps. law wakes up & sleepy sex ensues ♡︎

word count: ~3,000

tagging: @bby-deerling @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron @shamblespirate @eelnoise @maddddstuff

(only slightly proofread bc i need to go to sleep. ironic, right?)

Just Give In

A restful night’s sleep wasn’t a pleasure Law typcially found on his agenda. 

Sleeping for more than four hours at a time was almost too indulgent for him; a taste that was rare, forbidden, almost. 

He seldom found himself able to close his eyes long enough to feel fully rested, yet, he persisted, like he always did, working incessantly through the day, accompanied by nothing but the dark circles that tainted the skin beneath his eyes.

Despite the heaviness weighing upon his eyelids, sleep always eluded him like a distant desire; unrealistic, unattainable. His mind, always restless and relentless, simply refused to succumb to the peaceful embrace of sleep. He tries to rest, but to no avail, tossing and turning in the sheets with each gentle sway of the Polar Tang.

Today was different, though. 

Your crew had recently partaken in a particularly difficult battle, and to say that Law was exhausted was quite the understatement. He was drained; completely depleted of everything within him.

He had stretched his abilities to their utmost limits, and now, he lay before you in a state unlike any you've ever witnessed — utterly spent and motionless.

Bepo is attempting to set Law up against some pillows on his bed, but of course, he’s protesting, weakly shooing the bear away. 

“Enough, Bepo,” he rasps out, “I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”

“But Captainnn-” the mink whines, teetering back and forth from foot to foot, “You saved our lives. It’s the least I can do-” 

“Saving your asses isn’t forgein to me, Bepo,” Law sighs, pain evident in his tone. He leans his head back against the plush fabric of the pillows, “All of you,” his eyes open again, steel irises scanning between you and your crewmates as you stand anxiously against the walls of your captain’s quarters, “Out.” 

You knew better than to disobey Law, especially when he was in such a terrible state, so you swallowed your pride and followed your crewmates’ lead, letting out a heavy sigh before turning towards the door. 

“Wait,” Law’s voice prompts you to turn your head, your wide eyes meeting his half-lidded ones as he musters a weak smirk, “Not you.” 

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After some more convincing from his captain, Bepo finally relinquished supervision over Law, slowly making his way towards the door, trading places with you as you took his previous seat on the edge of the bed. 

The polar bear takes a few more anxious glances over towards you two, “You’ve got him, right, y/n?” he persists. 

You smile softly to reassure your distressed crewmate, “I’ve got him, Bepo.”

He smiles in response, letting out a relieved sigh, apprehension aided by your confidence. 

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You wait until Bepo’s furry form disappears into the hallway before opening your mouth to speak, turning your head towards Law again.

“So, Law,” you begin, but as your eyes meet his condition, your voice catches in your throat, and the remainder of your sentence fades into a whisper.

He’s asleep. 

Your heart feels funny in your chest at the sight of him, but you can’t quite place the feeling. 

He’s stirring slightly, softly snoring, inked chest rising and falling with each breath. 

He looks beautiful. 

Even though the two have you had been dating for quite some time, you had never seen him asleep. 

Your boyfriend was an insomniac in every sense of the word, and every night, as you both retired to your shared bed, you inevitably drifted off to sleep before him. Occasionally, you'd awaken throughout the night, only to find him absent from your side. You'd grope through the darkness, waiting for your eyes to acclimate to the dimness, until you could locate him. More often than not, he'd be bent over his desk, engrossed in jotting notes in his notebook or poring over the pages of a medical textbook.

This sight was unfamiliar, to the extent that witnessing him in such a seemingly normal human state verged on feeling forbidden.

Your mind begins to race, but you don’t try to catch it. 

The two of you had engaged in somnophilia a few times throughout your relationship; you’d often awaken to the feeling of Law’s hot tongue lapping at your aching slit, slender fingers engulfed within your tight cunt. 

You were always on the receiving end, of course, but you often found yourself fantasizing about what it would be like to take on the role of the giver.

And so, as you gazed upon Law sleeping soundly, his previous words reverberated in your mind,

“I doubt you ever will, but if you happen to catch me asleep sometime, you’re welcome to indulge.”

You could vividly remember his expression and the tone of his voice when he said it—confident, smug, almost, as if he were utterly convinced you'd never get the opprotunity.

Law was always busy; always working, always thinking, always disturbed. 

He was pretty fickle when it came to sex, and you constantly remained unsure of what side of him you’d be encountering each time the two of you entered the bedroom. 

But here he was; sleeping, peaceful, undisturbed. 

And you just couldn’t fucking help yourself. 

You release a trembling, apprehensive breath before surrendering to your desires.

Your hand finds itself on his strong thigh, but he stirs a bit, making you jump slightly. 

However, to your contentment, he remains asleep, turning his head to the side, unconsciously giving you more access to his neck. 

You bite your bottom lip before slowly sliding your hand up his leg.

You admire him like he’s a work of art in a museum; taking a mental picture of every dip and curve of his muscles, every line of black ink that decorates his tan skin, every indent of his abs, each hair on his chin, you worship it all. 

And so, you persist, delicate hands continuing their silent work.

You slowly and carefully straddle his waist as your fingers begin to work at the buttons of his shirt. You peel the fabric from his body, your heart racing within your chest, its pounding reverberating in your ears, causing your head to feel flushed with heat.

Your hands slide up his toned abdomen, fingertips finding themselves tracing the intriquite lines of the ink adorning his skin. 

You can’t help but let out a shaky, quiet moan, obsessed with the way his muscular torso looked cradled between your thighs. 

In this moment, you are nothing but a devotee, tracing his form, limb by limb, each imperfection of his skin burning into your skull as if they were put there simply to be admired by you. His body was a masterpiece, one that you’d gladly study over and over again, obsessively, till you could recite his every feature in your head in perfect detail. 

You carefully lean forward to place gentle kisses and love bites along his chest, down his stomach, taking precautionary glances up to his face to ensure he was still asleep. 

His eyes are shut, but his breathing has changed slightly; it's more labored, now, coming out in quiet huffs as he slightly trembles beneath you. 

You continue your gentle pursuit, rubbing your hands up and down his sides as you kiss along his happy trail, giggling softly to yourself at how the coarse hairs tickle your lips.  Each touch is a prayer, each gaze a hymn, and you relish in the way the feeling of his warm skin seems to seep into your own. 

Your hands tremble as you work at the button and zipper of his jeans, fearful that the noise will awaken him. It doesn’t, though, and you find satisfaction in your accomplishment, impressed by your own skill.

Now for the difficult part: pulling his pants down. 

You cursed at Law in your head; although you had always found his love of skinny jeans sexy, you now found it rather…inconvenient. 

You anxiously bite at the tender flesh on your inner cheek as you loop your fingers around his waistband, taking a deep breath in before abandoning all caution and pulling his jeans down. 

He stirs, as expected, but doesn’t awaken, simply letting out a low groan and screwing his eyes shut tighter. 

Your eyes widen at the sight of him in nothing but his underwear; to your surprise, he’s hard, and the realization makes your cheeks flush with heat. 

You lean down, warm breath meeting his crotch, peppering his clothed cock with gentle kisses. 

His head rolls back and his back arches a bit, an unconscious moan erupting from within his chest. The abrupt noise halts you in your steps, prompting a swift glance back at your sleeping boyfriend. You gaze at him in awe as he doesn’t awaken, just twitches beneath your touch.

You bite the waistband of his boxers, clenching the fabric between your teeth as you pull them down, finally freeing his twitching, needy cock. 

The sight makes you inhale sharply, breath caught in your throat as you take in the unfamiliar sight of Trafalgar Law fully exposed before you; naked, vulnerable. 

You inch forwards, closing your eyes before opening your mouth and sliding your hot tongue along his thick shaft. Your tongue leaves a stripe of glistening saliva in its wake, the substance lewdly decorating your boyfriend’s pulsing cock.  

“Mmmggf,” Law groans at this, and his hands ball into fists at his sides, gripping the sheets. 

Your feel your core tighten at the sound, heat flooding your veins and collecting in your aching sex. You persist, lust at the forefront of your brain, taking his weeping tip into your soft, warm mouth. You hum around his head, delighted at the feeling of him filling  your mouth. 

He winces, back arching off the mattress as his eyes screw shut tighter, unconsciously reaching down to grab at your hair. 

You circle your tongue around his tip a few times before slowly beginning to bob your head up and down, taking his shaft down your tight throat, captivated by the feeling of his thick vein pulsing against your tongue. 

“M-mmm!” Law whines weakly in his sleep, trembling beneath you, completely at mercy to you and your wicked mouth. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him in harder, moving your head up and down more passionately now, determined to make him erupt down your throat.

The unmistakable sounds of gagging and slobbering fill the room, and your cunt twitches at the lewdness of the situation, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together for any sort of stimulation. 

Suddenly, you feel the familiar sensation of fingers yanking on your strands, making you tilt your gaze upwards, your captain’s cock still eveloped within your mouth as you anxiously look up at him.  

Your eyes widen as they meet the state of him; he’s awake, eyes half-lidded and blown with lust as he gazes down at you. His face is red and flustered, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead, aided by his sweat. His face looks unlike how you’d ever seen it before, and it feels like his stare is burning holes into your face. 

He looks entirely and utterly needy.

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” he groans breathlessly, teeth clenched, each word punctuated like a growl; desperate. 

But before you can even think about responding, he’s manuvered your hair into a ponytail within his grip before thrusting his hips upwards into your mouth, throat-fucking you mercilessly. 

“Nghh,” he groans, throwing his head back against the pillows as he continues to relentlessly thrust his hips, making you whimper and gag around his length. 

“You wanted it,” he groans, his voice tinged with a smug tone, “Now take it.” 

“M-mm!” you whimper around his shaft as he continues to abuse your throat, earning a low, guttural groan from within his chest, 

“Good girl, that’s it,” he praises, “Take that cock.” 

The grip he has on your strands is unwavering as he continues to fuck your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each pass, making you gag, tears spilling from your eyes. 

His body grows tense and you know he’s getting close, his thrusts becoming sloppy and unsynchronized. 

His pelvis continuously bumps against your face as he continues, the hair from his happy trail tickling your nose. 

“F-Fuckkk-” he rasps out, body shuddering beneath you as he unapologetically bursts down your throat, hot ropes of his semen tainting your esophagus and inner cheeks. 

You cough, pulling off him, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks. 

You gaze at up him, eyes teary and wide, fearful that he was angry at you for disturbing his sleep. 

He’s breathing heavily, tattooed chest rising and falling frantically. His face is flushed pink and sweaty, fucked-out. He lets out a shaky breath before speaking, 

“Come on, y/n,” he smirks, still attempting to catch his breath, “Don’t tell me you can’t finish what you started.” 

His persistence and brashness causes your core to tighten once more, heat rushing through your body, making your limbs tingle. 

His words command you like puppet stings, your obedience unwavering as you straddle him once again.

You take a moment to remove your clothes before seating your bare pussy against his throbbing, desperate cock. 

In a final attempt to tease him, you begin to rock your hips, grinding your leaking slit against his impressive length. 

“Enough,” he groans impatiently, “Show me what you really want, y/n.” 

And so, you surrender to your longing, allowing it to take control as you grab ahold of Law’s cock, positioning him at your entrance before slowly sinking down. 

You hiss at the sting, the sensation painful but not unfamiliar. The two of you moan in sync as you continue to lower yourself, the feeling of his big cock stuffing you full was almost too much for either of you. 

You want to tease him more; slow down, pull off, anything to give you some control back, but he’s desperate, and you’re no better. You instantaneously give in to your desires, sinking down all the way and leaning down to kiss him as his cock is now fully engulfed within you. His lips meet yours with such urgency and desperation it makes your head spin. He groans weakly into your mouth, “Come on, baby,” his voice is strained, a rare inflection that you knew was for you only, “Move for me-” 

You comply, giving in to his command and beginning your dirty work, slowly starting to rock your hips back and forth, delicious moans erupting from the mouth of the trembling man beneath you. 

“F-Fuck,” he slurs, voice raspy, “more,” he groans, grasping at your hips. 

You begin to bounce on his cock, grounding yourself by resting your hands on his strong chest. You let let your head roll back, becoming absorbed in the feeling of Law’s impressive cock sliding in and out of you, pulsing against your tight walls. 

“You’re so damn tight,” he groans through clenched teeth, “That pussy’s so fucking good to me.”

His praise only makes you work harder, grinding you hips back and forth to gain some friction against your aching clit as you continue to bounce up and down, your skillful hips and tight cunt earning more weary moans from him. 

He reaches up to grasp at your tits, molding them in his strong hands and pinching at your erect nipples, making you squeak.

“Mm-mm, Lawww-” you whine wearily, heat racing through your veins as your head begins to grow tingly. 

Your legs begin to tremble as you continue to ride him, and he notices you losing momentum. 

“Here, baby,” he chuckles softly in between groans, “I’ve got you.” 

Law grabs your hips and holds you up, opting to thrust into you from below, making you squeal at the new sensation. 

He’s still exhausted, of course, so his thrusts are slow and sleepy, but unforgiving nonetheless.

Your tight walls continue to restrict and twitch around his aching cock, and each time his tip lazily brushes against your cervix, you both feel yourselves coming undone. 

“Fuck," he rasps out, “Not gonna last long.” 

Law continues to weakly thrust into you, and the sounds of wet squelching and skin-hitting-skin fill the room. 

Your breaths are labored and hot as you kiss again, moaning wearily into one another’s mouths. 

You’re both close, desperately chasing your impending orgasms. 

“L-Law-” you cry out shakily into his mouth, a warm, tingling sensation enveloping your body as you cum, gushing around his cock as you collapse onto his chest. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he grits his teeth, mustering a few more weak thrusts and groaning loudly before finally spilling his hot seed into you.

 “Fuck, I love you.” he gazes into your eyes, cradling your head in his strong hand and kissing the top of it before letting his head fall back down to the pillows. 

He lets out one final sigh before giving in to his body’s needs, stiffening beneath you and closing his eyes, allowing sleep to take him once again. 

You offer a gentle smile and press a tender kiss to his cheek before closing your own eyes, your body tensing as it prepares itself for sleep. 

“I love you, too, Law,” you murmur softly, following your captain's lead and slowly drifting off to sleep. 

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[roronoagem]

Hi Rin! I really like your writing and since your requests are open can I ask for Law hc x fem!reader who is short and badly nearsighted/wears glasses? Thank you and I hope you will overcome your writers block soon! ✨️

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warning: fem!reader (but can also be read as gn!r tbh), r is short and wears glasses (duh), fluff, law joking a couple of times bc he’s very comfortable w you, can be either romantic or platonic ig? not proofread.

a/n: FIRST OF ALL. thank you so much !! i’m always apologising whenever i write reqs i think you guys are gonna stop sending them lmao (i won’t blame you for it tbh). i wear glasses and i’m short compared to law, so it’s perfect for me LOL thank you for sending a req btw & i hope you’ll enjoy it even if it’s incredibly short >_< (i say this a lot too huh?)

alright, law would find you pretty but would probably take loads of time to actually tell you lol.

he would pat your head every once in a while as a way to tell you “good job”.

he helps you reach stuff and sometimes would gently lift you off the ground to move you out of his way — i repeat myself, gently.

if u don’t enjoy sudden physical contact he wouldn’t do it ofc.

he likes observing you fixing your glasses.

i also think that somehow he would check on you periodically — like to check if you need new glasses or stuff, y’know.

and whenever you actually have to change them, he would say something like “you can see me better now, right?” with a grin.

if he’s in the mood, he would also joke about your height ngl.

“oh, didn’t see you there,” when purposely bumping into you while walking.

he means no harm so if you’re uncomfortable w such jokes he would stop right away, if you don’t mind he’s up for it.

he’s attentive and observant so i don’t really think you need to say that out loud for him to notice.

psst. law wears glasses too when he’s busy reading or sum.

if you two are close, i think he would try and rest his arm on your head and act like nothing.

he’s the kind to take off your glasses if he catches you sleeping with them still on your nose.

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[uchihabbynic]

Trafalgar Law x Crewmate! Fem Reader - Caught

Warning: NSFW, porn with v minimal plot, (m) self pleasuring, Law is forever a mess with his emotions but we love to see it 🤧 🖤

As the journey to Wano Country drew near, Law allowed his crew to indulge in a bit of fun to reset and recharge before their next voyage. Lately, Law had been so frazzled in your presence, letting the taboo that is his crush consume him in ways he wasn't accustomed to. Women were usually a non factor for the Captain of the Heart Pirates but he’d known you for quite some time now and you were practically his right hand; A position that wasn’t to be taken lightly and not easily given. 

The level of trust the Captain had in you was unmatched and everyone around the two of you could see the vastly different ways Law interacted with you vs. the rest of the crew. Some would chalk it up to longtime friendship, but his crew knew him better than anyone and could easily see through the lingering stares, the gentle but unnecessary touches - even the way in which Law spoke with much more care towards you. Granted, this had only been a recent occurrence but he wasn’t nearly as sneaky with his feelings as he thought he was. 

The icing on top of the cake was when a pipe leak was discovered in your sleeping quarters and Law didn’t hesitate to offer up his bedroom - just temporarily, of course. When the suggestion was made in front of the crew, you happily agreed to stay with him but this didn’t come without the snickers and giggles from the other crew mates; Bepo being the ringleader. Law roared at his subordinates to go make themselves useful as he felt his cheeks rapidly heat up, embarrassed that your shared proximity had turned his loyal steadfast crew into an all out circus of hoots and hollers. 

This was already coming off of Law feeling unlike himself all week. It was bad enough that he began to think about you in every decision that he made - every time he managed to lay his head on his pillow and even the moment he opened his eyes in the early hours of the morning, you were his first and last thoughts. But, just 3 days prior to you moving into Law’s bedroom, he could have sworn he heard the faint cries of his name roll off your sweet tongue between the cold, metal walls separating your quarters from his. 

At first, he was sure it was a dream after having nodded out with his face in a book but those faint, melodic moans were oh so real and indeed kept him up all night. Trafalgar cursed himself, feeling shameful that he'd begun to look at you differently, think of you … differently; letting the sinful thoughts he normally kept buried in the innermost crevice of his brain, come flying to the forefront of his mind. 

Frustrated, Law began to assume you were teasing him on purpose with the way you’d parade around the bedroom with nothing on but his yellow Heart Pirates hoodie that just barely covered the top of your plush thighs. When he first noticed you’d stolen his hoodie one evening before dinner, his mouth practically hit the floor, not expecting to see you wearing his clothes. He felt his heart drop to his ass, eyes shifting nervously when he saw the way your curves stretched the hoodie in all the right places. 

Needless to say, the man had been a flustered mess all week. 

Fortunately for Law, you decided to join the rest of the crew for a night out at a local tavern giving him the time and space needed to recompose himself. He was a Captain and your respected leader. What did he look like indulging in perverted childlike fantasies? 

At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself. 

As you were preparing to go out for the evening, Law stepped outside your shared quarters to give you the privacy you needed to get dressed, however; when you made your grand outfit reveal, the Captain swallowed harshly - throat feeling painfully dry and constricted. You practically knocked the air from his lungs when he saw the way in which the ribbed bodycon material clung to your hips or even the way your cleavage spilled out the front - only to be contained by thin straps that hung off the shoulder. 

“You’re going out wearing that?” Law frowned, examining you from head to toe, awkwardly clearing his throat, realizing that his question came off way more forward and controlling than he intended for it to. 

“Mhm.” you responded casually as you ran your fingers through your freshly curled hair. 

“Something wrong with my outfit?” you asked back, slightly annoyed at Law’s tone as you turned to face him, letting him get an even clearer view of your fit. 

Law immediately shifted his head to the floor, hiding his eyes under the brim of his hat. How stupid! He thought to himself.

“Course not. I-” Law stumbled over his words trying to make sense of what he meant to say, in a futile attempt to not make an even bigger fool of himself. “Bars can be unsafe you know, just … be careful is all.” Law managed as he regained his stoic demeanor. 

“Thanks, Dad-” you said sarcastically, but instantly covered your mouth at the snippy comment that flew out at your superior without even a second thought. “I mean, Captain.” you quickly corrected yourself, nervous that you’d be scolded for being a smartass. 

Law’s words got caught in his throat as the nickname dripped from your tongue. His mind was clearly in the gutter so much so, he glossed over the fact that you were being a bit too sassy for his liking. Law just grumbled and made his way to his desk, burying himself into his studies, the way one always does on a Friday night if you’re Trafalgar Law. 

As much as he convinced himself that this was about your safety, a nagging, intrusive voice in the back of his head decided to surface. 

What if someone else had caught your attention? 

With the way you looked in your dress, there was no way that other men wouldn’t take notice and that didn’t sit right with Law. He wasn’t your boyfriend so what could he really say or do besides sulk and drown in his own pity that he wasn't man enough to ask you out himself and accompany you to the tavern. 

12:30am struck the clock and Law had been alone, isolated in his bedroom for some time now. Hunched over his desk with only a small warm-hued lamp to provide light; there were papers, highlighters and books scattered about as this was certainly not an unusual scene for the Doctor. Gray irises slowly disappeared under tired, heavy lids as he found himself zoning out more than usual.

As he leaned back in his desk chair for a break, his mind took a sudden turn. Sounds of your needy whimpers and cries rang out in Trafalgar’s ears, replaying the way you desperately called out his name a few nights prior. Law could feel the room closing in on him. His button up shirt felt a bit hot and his signature spotted jeans felt more constricted than usual. With a quick glance down, it was evident that he’d gotten turned on from the thought of your fingers being knuckles deep inside of your sweet cunt, pleasuring yourself, mere feet away from his bedroom. 

Law sat back and exhaled deeply trying to calm himself and the primal urges he often suppressed. However, he’d been so overstimulated; truly drunk off you these past few days that he needed to relieve this pent up stress. It was slowly bubbling for days to come, often having been ignored, but the way his cock was now painfully pushing against the rough fabric of his jeans, Law knew something needed to be done. 

Just one time wouldn’t hurt. 

Law decided to peek over at the clock once more. He knew that the crew would be out for at least 30 minutes more and figured a quick stress reliever would do the trick. 

The Doctor fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, instantly shoving them down just far enough to release his strained cock. With a sigh, Law palmed the thick outline of his member, savoring the feeling of the soft cotton providing friction against his swollen tip.  

For once, Law completely let himself go as he rested his head back on the comfortable leather pad of his chair. Pulling his cock out completely, he gave it one slow, experimental stroke, hissing from the contact. 

He immediately got to work, spitting on his hand and placing firm tattooed fingers around the base of his cock, stroking himself at a steady pace as he thought about you being on your knees in front of him in that pretty little dress you wore out tonight. How sweet it would be for those luscious lips to be wrapped around the tip of his cock, suckling with such force and intent that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. 

Law’s breathing began to increase and quiet grunts left his lips as he let his head lull backwards, eyes squeezed shut and jaw slack, fully embracing this much needed alone time. Law wrapped his fingers around his cock a bit tighter as he picked up the pace, fucking himself with his hand. Images of your mascara-run tear stained face filled his mind as he envisioned that his warm, wet hand was your mouth sucking and slurping fervently as he shoved himself down your throat. 

“Fuck … keep going, love. Just like that.” He panted out, desperate whines finding their way past his slightly chapped lips. Law’s chest heaved as he began pumping faster, bringing himself closer to his release. 

“God, Y/N-ya, you suck this cock so well …” The words sensually left his mouth with each pump.

Wet squelching sounds bounced off the metal walls as Law mindlessly fucked his hand, wishing it was your sweet mouth. He so desperately wanted to shove his cock down your throat, mercilessly fucking your face and release his creamy seed all over your delicious tits. 

His vision began to blur as he found himself on the edge of his orgasm, mindlessly using his other hand to fondle his balls, tugging gently while simultaneously focusing on the tip. The pleasure was overwhelming and Law knew he wouldn’t last much longer. It wasn’t often he relieved himself so he knew the load would be massive. 

The pornographic sounds of his pleasure echoed in the metal room as he struggled to keep his grunts under wraps. Your name now tumbling from his lips like a wicked chant with every pump. Beads of sweat gathered around his hairline, causing some of his jet black locks to stick to the sides of his face. With just a few pumps left, he knew that his hand would soon be filled with his milky essence. 

As Law brought himself to the cusp of orgasm, there was suddenly a knock at the door causing him to be distracted from his last few strokes. Startled, he released the grip on his cock but it started to involuntarily twitch, spurting tons of thick cum all over his hand and his lap. Law’s unexpected hands free orgasm hit him so suddenly, his fist flew to his mouth biting down, to ensure there would be no sounds made as he rode out his high. 

“O-one moment!” He called out to the guest on the other side of the door, praying that his shaky breath wasn't obvious. Law scowled and scrambled to find tissue underneath the piles of books on his desk, desperate to clean up the evidence of his arousal and pull his pants back up. 

As Law hurriedly zipped his jeans, he walked to the door casually, hoping that his delay wouldn’t raise any red flags. To his surprise, you were standing on the other side with a lust blown expression on your face.

“Everything alright?” you asked hesitantly, hoping that the flush on your face would be written off as too much alcohol and not the fact that you’d been listening to Law pleasure himself for the last 10 minutes. Your legs were like jelly, your mind was clouded, and the arousal that pooled between your thighs was fierce as you were sure your ears didn’t deceive you.  

“Yes, all good here.” Law managed to keep a composed poker face, now stepping aside to let you inside of your shared bedroom.

 “How was your night out? The crew behave themselves?” Law did his best to keep the casual conversation flowing. He was slightly fidgety because he had no idea how long you’d been standing outside of the door before you actually decided to knock.

“Crew was fine.” You said casually, as you stepped inside and examined the bedroom only to spot a balled up tissue left in the corner of Law’s desk. 

“How about you? Good evening?” You initially figured it’d be best to play dumb. You knew Law was an anxious man and being put on the spot was something he hated the most but with the performance he just put on, there was no way you’d let an opportunity such as this slip by. 

Law plopped down on the bed, rubbing his face, exhausted from the orgasm that washed over him moments before you came in. “Yeah, I uh, caught up on some late night reading … you know how that is.” Law was lying straight through his teeth because why would he admit the truth, right?

Suddenly, you kicked off your heels without saying a single word in response. You slowly brought your body across the bedroom until you were standing directly in front of Law, who now had a confused look on his face. 

“You know Captain, if you wanted it … you could have just asked.” You said softly with a small smile. You blamed the alcohol for your boldness as you forcefully gripped the front of Law’s muscular shoulders and pushed him on his back. 

Law’s eyes practically bulged out of his head, a look of pure horror ran across his face as he began to put two and two together. 

You heard. You heard everything. 

As Law tried to process a million emotions a minute; embarrassment, shame, guilt, all at once - suddenly a look of calm caressed his features. Eerily calm. He realized that he was exposed and that there was nothing he could do to deny this so he in fact, decided to play along. A sly smirk grazed his lips. 

“Y/N-ya…” the deep, gruff tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine as you listened to him say your name with so much lust and desire. 

“Yes, Captain?” you said sweetly and batted your eyes innocently as you began to crawl onto his lap, straddling him in your tiny dress, red lacy thong peeking through.

“Show me exactly what you were doing in your room the other night…” Law demanded, his voice sounding sexy and smooth like silk as he looked up directly into your eyes. 

“And don’t you dare play dumb with me…”

tags: @jordyn-degas @unsuretater-simp 🖤

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law smut #law smut #trafalgar law one shot #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece one shot #heart pirates

[cowboyjigen]

totally utterly incomprehensibly in love or getting caught staring

warnings: fluff,, kinda cheesy writing but i thought it was cute lol, i tried to make them different ish,, angst in yamato’s tho bc i was very upset at the choice to not go with the strawhats,,

zoro feels it from a mile away. the eyes glued to his shirtless form as he starts to doze off in the sun. cracking his eye open he’s met with a flushed face turning away from the other side of the ship. a small smile breaks on his lips and he shifts a bit to allow for a bit more space. as footsteps approach he once again is face to face with a look of pure adoration and love.

the first time it happened sanji swore he was in heaven. he was cooking a meal for his mon cheri when he looked over. looking at him was a face totally lost in thought. wide smile and dazed eyes. he looked away before he found himself in the same trance.

luffy is a hero. after helping yet another person he looks to them cheering only to find a proud look and warm eyes looking back at him. he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around their frame. when the pair broke away they stood there just looking at each other for a few minutes.

he was always busy. sorting through the papers on his desk law looked up at the sound of the door creaking. he assumed bepo was coming to scold him for working so late. but the soft look plastered on his lovers tired face told him all he needed to know. so he packed up the papers while kind eyes kept watch.

he was tired. a hand smoothed over ace’s forehead waking him up. he opened his eyes to see who had disturbed his slumber. a contest between the two had started now. filled with a sleepy love shared only between the waking hours before a busy day. he lost, only to look away and blush.

the look wasn’t comforting. yamato felt tears prick his eyes when he saw it. he wanted to run forward and hold them but he couldn’t move. never in his life had he felt more shackled in place. the stare was desperate for love. but as the ship sailed off he knew he would have to accept it.

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[mariistyping]

(I saw a post with this line in it and I’m obsessed so here.)

Allies? No.

Summary: as a member of the straw hat crew, you had an alliance with the heart pirates to further Luffy’s goal of becoming King of the Pirates. Your relationship with the captain of your allied crew has become a little. Messy. You try and find a way to explain why you’ve been spending so much time with the brooding captain and maybe he doesn’t like your choice of words.

Word Count: 478 words

Tags/TWs: cussing, loving, angy law.

Oblivious to the outside world beyond the kitchen walls, I was sat in the lap of Trafalgar Law, as we usually were in our free time, making out.

“Well well well.” I hear a low voice enter the room behind us. “What do we have here?”

I turn my head quickly away from Trafalgar, where just a second ago our lips were met in a fierce battle of dominance. I’m sure the blush was still present on my cheeks, but I spoke up anyway.

“Zoro. We were discussing our plans for the upcoming mission.” I stand up quickly and turn away from the man sat in the chair. “We are allies aren’t we.” I say gruffly as I stormed past the green haired man. I could hear him laughing but I did my best to ignore him.

A few hours go by, and I decided it was time to try and talk to Zoro about what exactly he had seen. I made it out of my room, only for a hand to plant itself on the wall right in front of me. Trafalgar.

“Traffy wha-“ he cut me off with a finger placed on my lips. “Allies? What the fuck.” He hissed out between gritted teeth.

I tried to protest but he shushed me again. “I figured you wouldn’t be comfortable so soon calling me your boyfriend. I was being understanding about it all, but now I don’t care if you don’t like being teased. If you value what you have with me you won’t refer to me as just an ‘ally’ again.” He moved his finger after I nodded my head, and I started talking fast.

“Traffy it’s not like that-“ he cut me off again with a quick glare. “I mean it.” He said walking away.

I sighed but pulled myself together enough to go and find Zoro.

As I walked the ships deck, I could hear the swordsman talking loudly about what he had seen in the kitchen earlier that day. I rounded the corner and pulled the man off, a glare etched into my features. “You.”

He held up his hands in mock defense laughing slightly “what did I do?”

“You know what you did!” I say pointing up at him. “You walked in. You got me in trouble. YOU made me call my boyfriend an ally..” I say quickly before realizing what I had said.

The swordsman smirked. God damn it. “I win.” His smirk louder than any words he could’ve said. “I told Traffy I’d get you to say it out loud. He didn’t think you would.” He said turning to walk away.

As he re-entered the kitchen, I could hear the rest of my crew laughing about boyfriends and girlfriends. I rolled my eyes and went to go find Traffy, to let him know he wasn’t just my ally anymore.

#one piece #trafalger d water law #trafalgar law #trafalgar law one shot #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece fanfiction

[minniiaa]

THE WAY I SCREAMED

THE CUNTIEST PRINCESS OF ALL TIME

THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

#I may be bisexual now #no woman has ever made me feel this way #THE ASS SHOT I WHEEZED #THOSE HIPS THAT ITTY BITTY WAIST #one piece #law #trafalgar law #female law #op 1093 #op law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d. water law #op spoilers #female!law

[naturecalls111]

North Boo

#one piece #fanart #trafalgar d water law #sanji vinsmoke #lawsan #all I can offer is a mid sketch because I haven’t been able to find time to draw in ages #me when my final projects start #💀💀💀☠️☠️☠️💀🪦🪦🪦💀🪦💀🪦 #by the way I have a lip piercing now and it’s Awesome #I like how I look a lot lot lot more than I used to #I finally feel…. like me-*gets shot*

[lawchwan]

Read To Me While I Eat You Out (law)

Summary: You pissed off Law and now he makes you read a book...

Reader: AFAB Genre: Smut Disclaimer: Dom!Law, cunnilingus, mentions of jealousy, fingering, slight degradation, mention of choking, edge play, squirting, badly written ending, mention of Kid (yes, its a warning).

crossposted on ao3

You were nothing but a tease to Law. He didn’t—or so he says—appreciate how you’ve been teasing him the entire day. For you to waltz around and cause chaos within his inner thoughts, you were truly a risk-taker. It was the touching, the eye contact, your body language—which spoke louder than anything you’ve ever uttered—even down to your tone of voice, you were driving that man insane.

And there you were, as he walked into your shared room, he saw you lying on your stomach, chin on your clasped hands, almost as if you were waiting for him in your shared bed. You looked up to him, your fake innocence contrasted with the menacing smile you plastered into your face.  

“Oh, hey, Law,” you spoke, enthusiastically. He simply stood there with his arms crossed as you adjusted your position while he leaned against the wall.

“You’re a bold one, you know that?”

You just widened your eyes, shock plastered on your face—this is exactly what you wanted to hear from him. “What?! What the hell did I do?” You sat up as you feigned your confusion as Law began walking up to you and the scowl on his face was still drawn onto him the entire time, from the moment he walked into the room. God, did he look so hot when pissed off, no other thing could compare to the view you’re having.

“Quit pretendin’ being innocent, (y/n)-ya… you know what you did…”

His tone was hushed but it was still firm and intimidating. Even though that was your goal, you couldn’t help but feel small and slightly being preyed upon. You can’t back down just yet though, you have a mission you need to fulfill; you need to see what he can do to you after all this, after teasing him and edging his needs. “I have no idea what you were talking about,” You say as you backed yourself back into the headboard of the bed as Law got closer to the foot of the bed.

“You have no idea…” He scoffed with a snicker as he rolled his eyes at you, “What was that stunt you did earlier that you did in front of Kid, huh?”

He was talking about how you bent down to “grab the pen” that you “dropped” that just so happened to occur in front of him and Kid, an ally of his. Kid grabbed an eyeful at the sight of your ass in the tight pants you were wearing, even commenting about how lucky Law is and questioning how he can handle all of that, which made Law glare at him with scorn drawn on his face. Kid may have just laughed, but Law was not having it, as that was not the only thing you did to him, as you did continue to compliment him, touch him, or even question his strength and ask him if he could carry you while at it. You truly knew how to set him off.

“Oh, please I was not doing anything…” You tried to speak in a clueless tone, but you almost dropped the act as Law began crawling over to you, his eyes boring at you. You almost gulped at the sight of him getting closer but you still maintained your innocent façade that was about is break sometime soon. Law once again snickered as he knew he knew you too well, you knew you were trying to piss him off, but he was not about to give you your satisfaction.

Before staring into your smirking face, his eyes roaming from your sultry eyes to your half-quirked-up lips and down to your neck, he got up from his place, now making you genuinely confused. You knitted your brow as you looked at him approaching his shelf, “What are you doing?” You questioned, but you got no answer from your intimidating boyfriend, just humming to himself as he was rummaging through his shelf, almost as if he was looking for a specific book. His humming stopped as he let out an ‘aha!’ and got a small yet slightly thick book, and then walked back to you, back to his crawled-up position before sitting in front of you. Your eyes went from bewilderment to realization, as you felt like you knew what was coming, and you weren’t sure if you were ecstatic or nervous.

“Since you’re so smart at teasing me,” Law brings out the book and opens a chapter. After he hands you the book, you look at the page he opened, it was filled with text that was filled with medical texts that are heavy with information. Before you could say anything and without warning, he strips off your shorts and panties, making you gasp at the shocking action as you feel the cool breeze coursing in your sex. he then spreads your legs as he gets in between with his knees on the ground while your legs were dangling off his shoulders.

“Law, wh—"

“Read me the whole chapter. Pause or mess up and you can forget about coming. If you get any close before finishing a chapter, I’ll also stop. Finish the whole chapter and you can feel as good as you want… Think you can handle it?” Although the last statement was a question, Law said it in a ‘matter of fact’ manner, almost like there is no room for you to say no because he knew you’d agree, but he wants to hear it from you regardless.

You gulped as you looked up at him, suddenly those teasing eyes switched to obedience, as you simply nodded at him, and he shook his head, “No, speak up, loud and clear.”

“Y-yes, Law…”

———————

“Law! I c-can’—AH!” 

You screamed as you arched your back and you felt yourself getting closer with Law’s dangerous tongue circling your clit while his tattooed fingers would insert themselves into your sopping hole. When you first started reading, you felt yourself getting heated as Law began with a teasing tiny lick around your labia. You would moan now and then but you were merely doing fine, or so you thought.

When you murmured at the words as you started getting close and closed the book, Law immediately pulled himself off, which made you exasperated by his lips not being around your bundle of nerve and him opening the page from the beginning.

“W-why did you—” Your words were cut short as Law held your face, squishing it and making your eyes wide, “You thought I was fucking around? What did I tell you, huh?” His words were venomous, and you were whimpering at him, silently telling him that he couldn’t be serious, only for him to slightly shake your head before placing his hand under your jaw for you to speak.

“Answer me…”

“If I stopped reading then I’ll not get to come.”

Law smirked menacingly at you as you lost at your own game, or maybe won depending on what context you were trying to get, he patted your cheek as he handed you back the book, and went back to his position, before gruffly telling you,

“Keep reading…”

And he just had to pick the longest chapter of a boring medical book, and he would look up at you while his tongue would abuse your clit while you “read” out his book. You tried, and Law could see that, but he truly gets off to you suffering in this way; being broken all thanks to him, whether it’d be his tongue, fingers, cock, or all. He would even shake his head in fake curiosity just to tease you, even letting out an “aha?…” while his tongue was going in and out of your dripping hole.

He would teasingly let go of his tongue while thrusting his middle and ring finger in and out, letting out a teasing coo, “oh, yeah? Tell me more, baby…” through your fucked out reading.

You were a mess all thanks to his edging, when you stumble on your words, he would tell you to repeat. If you pause, he will first start slapping your thigh and/or your clit to get you to keep going but if you paused for too long, then you’ll have to repeat. you were truly losing yourself, and you were loving it, and Law could sense that with the way you kept messing up.

And here you are now, twenty or more—you and Law have lost track of time— minutes later, down to the last page, and conveniently, you were getting close. As you begged out, Law could see you were having enough, and you did mess up by saying something that was not in the book, but instead of telling you to repeat, he decided to hand you mercy but not too much.

“C’mon, baby, you’re on your last page, you’re almost there,” He said encouragingly, meanwhile you shook your head telling him no while panting. He slowed down again, making you whine, “C’mon, finish up that last page, and you’ll get to come… unless you want me to tell you to rep—”

“Common diseases are known to be complex…”

Law smirked and chuckled as you began to frantically read the last few paragraphs while he proceeded to eat you out like it was his last meal. Once you finish the chapter, you throw away that book, and your hand card itself onto Law’s raven locks almost like its muscle memory while he essentially makes out with your clit while your hole is being penetrated by his skilled fingers.

“Oh, fuck, Law, I’m so close” You panted out your words as Law just hummed and continued his tongue and finger work. Your breathing began to be frantic as you screwed your eyes as shut as you felt like lava explosion out of a volcano. Your essence began to squirt out of your hole and covered Law’s lower half of his face. He removed his fingers as he began slurping onto the remaining juices you’d let out while you looked down astonished before throwing your head back to the mattress behind you.

Your eyes were closed until you felt a weight between you, your eyes slowly opened, blurry before your vision readjusted as you saw your smiling boyfriend looking down at you,

“You good?”

You just smiled back as you nodded, “Never been better…”

“Good… I hope I didn’t break you too much.”

You just chuckled and you shook your head, “No, you didn’t.” You responded, before getting up to crawl over to the other side of the bed, which made Law’s smile drop as he saw what you were getting. It was the same book you read to him through this.

His action mirrored how you acted when he handed you the book, but this time you pushed him onto the bed and you gave him the book of the same chapter. Now you straddled his hips as you began playing with the belt that wrapped around his pants and began unbuckling.

“Since you’re the medic here, I want you to read what I read and perhaps explain what it means…” You say with a smirk as Law’s eyes begin to bulge while the lower half of his face is covered in the book, you lean forward to whisper, “If you mess up, you can forget about coming. If you finish up, I’ll let you come in me without a drip out of me… sounds good?”

I guess you never lost your game after all.

characters are owned by oda. i will not tolerate nor accept translation, reposts on other websites, or plagiarism. divider made by mmadeinheavenn.

#one piece headcanons #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law smut #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece law #sage's trafalgar law #trafalgar law fic #law one shot

[loresona]

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

update: I posted this on my ao3 as well, under the same username loresona! and added a little bit of extra ending to it for funsies <3

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #law one piece #law x reader #writers on tumblr #one shot #drabble #smut #fluff #anime

[nomercymaster11]

Tender nights

@GOKUJOUNOMAGURO

The Captain's quarters were dimly lit, with a soft, ambient glow emanating from a small lantern on the bedside table. The air was filled with the faint scent of sea salt, a reminder of the ship's constant voyage across the vast ocean. The rhythmic creaking of the ship served as a lullaby, creating a soothing atmosphere that enveloped the room.

As you lay there in your vulnerable state, the plush mattress cradled your form. The silkiness of your long camisole and the gentle touch of the sheets against your bare skin provided a sense of comfort. Your body was relaxed, and your mind drifted in the realm of dreams.

In the midst of this tranquil scene, a sudden weight on the left side of the bed disrupted your peaceful slumber. Your senses gradually awakened as you felt the delicate tug on your camisole, exposing your midriff to the cool air. Feather-light kisses traced a tantalizing path from your left knee, meandering up your inner thigh, sending shivers through your body.

The sensation heightened as Law's half-naked form hovered over you, his warmth seeping into your skin. His lips continued their sweet assault, leaving a trail of warmth on your abdomen and inching up to your slightly exposed breast. Law positioned himself above you, his head nestled between your chest, his breaths creating a gentle rise and fall against your skin.

"Uh, Law?"

you murmured, a mix of confusion and curiosity in your voice. There was no immediate response. Instead, you heard the subtle sound of a contented snore escaping his lips. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"What a baby,"

you chuckled softly, your hand brushing through Law's disheveled hair.

Your left hand lightly pressed against the reassuring warmth of his back, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart. Despite the unexpected intrusion into your sleep, there was a comforting familiarity in his presence.

"Sleep tight, my love,"

you whispered, leaning down to place a tender kiss on the crown of his head.

Inhaling deeply, you allowed the moment to wash over you. With a sigh, you reached out for the blanket within arm's reach, pulling it over the two of you. The warmth of the blanket and the embrace of Law's sleeping form cocooned you in a sense of security. With a final exhale, you surrendered once again to the embrace of dreams, wrapped in the intimacy of the Captain's quarters and the unexpected company of your slumbering partner.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #law one piece #law x you #one shot collection #law x reader #heart pirates #have a good night sleep everyone #law x female reader

[willowbelle]

hi! welcome to my first fic! i enjoyed writing this a bit too much, so this is long, my loves. strap in & enjoy~

A New Routine, A New Man

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: finger sucking, breast play, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), face-fucking, slight facial, begging, edging, praise, piv sex, unprotected sex (don’t), overstimulation, light spanking, very slight degradation, creampie, fluff at the end.

summary: reader is a member of the heart pirates. Law is mysterious (duh), reader is trying to figure him out (aren’t we all?), Law walks in on reader showering (hehe), Law breaks his strict routine. super nsfw but super fluffy at the end!

word count: ~6,000

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

A New Routine, A New Man

Law’s routine always remained the same, that’s how he liked it, and that’s how you came to know it so well.

At 7am, he’d awaken. He’d shower, brush his teeth, and head to breakfast, book in hand. Law would take a mere ten minutes to eat, the same thing everyday, a cup of black coffee and a bowl of oatmeal, boring. He’d then head to his office to work for hours on end, and treat patients if need be. Law ate lunch in his office. He stayed there as time lulled on, all day, everyday. Until dinner, of course. He’d emerge from his room quietly, gray eyes tired, adorned with deep eyebags to show it. He would sit at the table with everyone and pick at his plate. He never said much. Once he finished cleaning up after himself, he’d wish you all a good night and walk down the hallway to his room to sleep. At least, that was what you had always assumed. He was detached, emotionally distant, that was for damn sure, filling his head with nothing but the words and images from his medical textbooks. But damn, the man was smart, calculated, and precise in everything that he did. From the way in which he prepared his morning coffee, to the medical procedures he conducted, Law was a meticulous man.

Today, Law’s strict routine would change.

You leaned back into your chair, sinking down a bit as you played with your hair, rolling and twisting the strands between your fingertips.

“Something wrong?” Bepo spoke, concerned.

“Yeah, just curious,” you answered, plainly.

The polar bear nudges you with his fuzzy shoulder, nearly knocking you over.

“Oops,” he chuckles, “What about?”

“What do you think he does in there after dinner?” your voice quiets down as you speak, motioning to Law’s room by a tilt of your head.

Bepo takes a bite of his food then shrugs and answers, mouth full, “I don’t know, never really thought about it. Probably reads that same boring book then goes to sleep,” he chuckles and shakes his head, “at least, I hope he does. The man could use some shut eye.”

Bepo continued to speak but you weren't listening anymore, his voice drowning out into the back of your mind. You were thinking about him, your captain of little words, you were thinking about Trafalgar Law.

“Y/n? Y/n!” The increase in volume of Bepo’s voice brought you back to the present, where you were seated at the dining table with your crewmates, fork still in hand.

“Why do you care?”

“Huh?”

“I said why do you care, y/n? What captain does?”

“I just-” your voice trails off, your head turning to Law’s room again.

“Jeez, with the way you’re acting, I'm starting to think you’re the one in need of sleep,” Bepo laughs again.

“Shower,” you said, placing your hands on the table and rising to your feet, “I need to shower. That’ll clear my head,” although you were speaking aloud, you really just needed to tell yourself.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Bepo says, placing a paw on your shoulder.

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After you gathered your toiletries from your room, you began to make your way to the crew’s shared bathroom. As you walked by Law’s room, you took a moment to stop to listen against the door. Nothing. Quiet. You let out a sigh and continued your journey to the bathroom.

Everyone knew that the lock to the bathroom door had been broken for some time now, so you did your due diligence and knocked a few times before twisting the knob, “Hello?” you inquired, “anyone in there?” nothing but silence, so you pressed on and entered the room. You were pleased to find that it was completely empty, just as you had hoped.

You removed your clothes carefully and placed them on the counter, then tied up your hair in a messy bun before reaching in and twisting the faucet on as hot as it could go, humming softly to yourself as you watched the water fall from the showerhead. As the water warmed up, you retreated to the sink to inspect yourself in the mirror, waiting until steam began to cover it before entering the shower.

Although the shower was meant to clear your head, not fog it, you found your thoughts being consumed by nothing but Law. You sighed softly and ran your fingers through your now damp hair. You had always found your captain attractive. Ever since you joined the crew about a year and a half ago, you wanted him. Wanted to know what it was like to know him, to really know him. To touch his skin, to trace the dark ink that decorated his toned body beneath your fingertips, to taste him on your tongue, to hear his low, gravely voice in your ear each and every night, telling you just how damn good you made him feel. God, your head was spinning.

His stoic, cold demeanor was unchanging, and yet, you felt your everblooming, insatiable appetite for him growing day by day. you wanted to break his facade, crack open and expose his desires for no one but you to see. Would he be as meticulous with how he fucked you? Careful, quiet, sturdy. Or would a beast emerge from within him and rail you like an animal in heat? Messy, loud, uncontrolled.

You would give anything to discover the answer.

The steam in the shower rose like the heat in your stomach, creeping up and into your veins, making your limbs tingle as you envisioned the scene in your head; what it would be like to feel him come undone beneath your fingertips, to ruin his infamous hard-hearted attitude.

You thought nothing would be able to break you away from your daydreaming, not even the boiling water you bathed beneath, but oh, you were wrong.

What finally snapped you out of your trafalgar law-daydreaming-trance was the sound of the bathroom door knob twisting.

Your heart sunk into your stomach at the thought of any of your male crewmates walking in on you showering, especially in the state you were in now, face blushing harshly, heat pooled in your stomach, slick running down your legs as you envisioned your captain in such a lewd way.

You listened as footsteps made their way towards the shower, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You should’ve yelled out, told whoever it was that the bathroom was occupied, but for some reason, you were frozen, your voice refusing to exit your throat.

“Y/n…” a familiar deep voice began, “I’m so sorry I-”

You turned to face the “intruder”, eyes wide and hands trembling with apprehension as you cleared the steam from the glass shower door.

“Law…” you began shyly, but you couldn't help but giggle to yourself as you noticed his predicament. The tall, tattooed man before you had on nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his left hand was up and covering his eyes, his right holding the towel up.

You breath hitched in your throat, and you bit your bottom lip as you noticed the faintest blush on his cheeks and the evidence of his erection beneath his towel. This gave you all the confidence you needed.

You took a deep breath, quietly, before turning off the faucet and stepping out of the shower, your body hot and dripping water onto the bathmat beneath you.

“Law,” you started, reducing your voice to a sultry whisper, “it’s okay…”

You reached for his large tattooed hand, the one covering his eyes, pulling it from his face to expose yourself to him.

You tilted your chin to look up at his face, giving him your best doe eyes.

“How long had you been standing there, Captain?” you inquired, eyes motioning to his erection.

You felt your face heat up as you awaited his response, surprised at your own boldness, you took it a step further.

“Seems like it must've been quite a while,” you continued, eyes darting back up to meet his.

Here it was, the moment you never thought you’d see, your cold, rigid, so-fucking-type-a captain… flustered.

Trafalgar Law’s face was red and bothered, his inked digits gripping his towel even tighter now.

He couldn’t help but stare at you; your wet body, your curves, your breasts, your wet hair, blushing face, it was all too much for him. He hesitantly outstretched his muscular arm, cradling your cheek in his large hand.

You instinctively pressed your face into it, still staring up at him.

“What if I asked you something similar,” he began, stroking your cheek with his tattooed thumb, D. The digit makes its way to your lips, rubbing softly against them, silently asking for permission to enter, Law humming as you comply so obediently, opening your cavern for D to explore, sucking on it like candy.

You continue to suckle on his thumb, lust-blown pupils still staring up at him, awaiting his question.

“I’d like to know how long you've been trying to figure out my daily routine, and this,” he emphasizes the situation by pressing his thumb harder into your tongue as he speaks, “was it out of pattern?” he smirks, smugness decorating his face.

You gulped, his digit still encased within your mouth.

How did he--? You stopped the thought right then and there, for fuck’s sake, it was Law, with his observant nature, of course he has noticed you eyeing his every move. You were impressed, but not surprised, with how he remained so goddamned unbothered.

Your mind was racing, this smug man before you was the same one who had just been so flustered? But then again, this was more in-character for him than that blushing mess of a man.

“Law…” you started, popping his thumb out of your mouth, “do you want--”

But before you could finish, Law had leaned down and collided his lips with yours.

The kiss was nothing like you imagined, fuck, it was far better than you imagined.

You figured Law would go about romantic and sexual interactions the same way he did everything, calm, cool, and collected, but oh, this kiss was anything but that.

This kiss was a flurry of emotions, lips parting and colliding back together as if one pair were oxygen when the other was suffocating.

This kiss was intense, passionate, and lust-filled. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced. His tongue slid across your lips, begging to enter, and you complied, parting your wet lips for him to explore. His hot tongue danced with yours as you moaned into his mouth, begging for more.

Law’s strong hands ravaged your body as he made out with you, trailing up and down your sides, up to your chest to find your breasts, molding them in his big hands, pinching and rolling your hard nipples in between his hardworking, calloused fingertips.

You instinctively threw your head back, breaking this kiss, exposing your neck to him as moans and fluttery breaths escaped your lips while your captain had his way with you.

Law was panting heavily as a result of the passion of your makeout session. He sounded beautiful; low, desperate breaths, and you wish you could capture the noises in your brain to keep forever. Once he caught his breath, he glanced down at you momentarily, gray eyes lidded and ridden with lust and desire. He held the gaze for a moment before leaning forward to attack your neck, suckling and nipping at the soft, untouched skin, making you gasp. Your hands flew up and into his dark, unkempt hair, squeezing and pulling at the strands between your fingers. The action causes Law to groan, and you feel your core tighten at the lewd noises escaping his throat.

Suddenly, he pulls away, making you whine at the loss of contact. Your head is fuzzy and there are stars beneath your eyelids, but you gather yourself enough to look up at him. He backs away slightly, still staring down at you, toned, tattooed chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily.

“Y/n…” he starts, voice low and ridden with arousal, “I’m not a man who begs,” he takes a deep sigh, bringing his hand up and running it through his dark hair, “but i need you, now,” he says, his voice now an almost desperate-sounding whisper.

You bite your bottom lip, heat bubbling within your stomach at his confession.

“Take me, then, Law,”

And with that, your captain doesn’t wait even a second before he takes action.

Law tightens the towel around his waist for good measure, not wanting to reveal himself to you just yet. He groans softly to himself before bending down slightly to sweep you off your feet, his left arm went underneath your knees, and his right held your back, bridal style.

This was so easy for him, and it turned you on immensely. You eye his tattooed biceps unapologetically, cheeks turning pink as you watch them flex as he lifts you.

His lips meet yours again, tongues dancing together as you moan into one another’s mouths. When the kiss breaks and you open your eyes, you’re pleased to see that you’re now in what you can only assume is Law’s bedroom. You knew he had used his power to get you here, and you hum contently to yourself knowing that you didn’t have to walk through the hallway in all of your nudity.

You take a moment to take in the scene as Law carries you to his bed. You had never been in here, but it was just as you had imagined. So clean it was almost sterile, books arranged perfectly in a bookcase against the wall, a perfectly-kept nightstand, the only slightly messy piece of furniture being his desk, which was riddled with scattered papers and textbooks. You snap back to the moment as Law places you gently on his perfectly-made bed, taking no time to climb atop you, passionate lips meeting yours once more.

He goes for your perky breasts once more, squeezing one in each strong hand, causing you to gasp and reward him with a desperate moan.

“Law,” you purred, voice shaky and lust-ridden. You take a moment to run your hand down his tattooed toned chest and abdomen, fingers hooking underneath his towel, your desperate, wide eyes staring up at him, pleading, “Let me see you…”

You don't miss how a faint blush swells into his already sweaty cheeks.

“Anything for you, y/n,” he says, voice still low, gravelly and quiet.

Law takes your smaller, dainty hand in his large, strong one, removing his towel in one swift motion.

Your eyes widen and you gulp dryly when he finally exposes himself to you, his exceptionally long, thick cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. It was tan like the rest of him, with the tip flushed red and leaking precum.

Admittedly, you weren't surprised; your captain was quite literally the tall, skinny, emo-boy long-cock stereotype, but still, you felt heat growing between your legs as you tried to think of how you were going to take it all.

“Satisfied?” he grinned smugly, knowing damn well how well-endowed he was. He just wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“What do you think, captain?” you started, voice quiet and sultry as you leaned back, spreading your legs for him and exposing your slick folds, dripping with your wetness. “do i look satisfied to you?”

“Fuck…” Law cursed, moving a hand forward to trace his long, thin fingers against your slit, “all this…” he smirked, “for me…?”

You threw your head back, moaning loudly at the release of finally being touched.

“Anything for you, Law…” you echoed his statement from earlier.

Law groans to himself and smirks, looking up at you from between your legs for permission,

“May I, y/n?” he asks, gray eyes lust-blown.

“Please, Law” you begged, body trembling beneath his touch.

“Please?” he smirks at your desperate plea, “Good girl,” he praises, before dipping his head down, rewarding you with a long stripe of his tongue against your wet, pulsating slit.

“O-oh, Law-!” you moaned loudly, back arching, fingers digging into the crisp bed sheets.

Law placed his hand on your stomach to settle you as he had his way with you,

“Stay,” he commanded kindly, “let me make you feel good.”

Law continued to assault your cunt with his hot, wet tongue, dipping the fingers from his other hand, A and T, down to circle your opening as he lapped at your swollen clit. “you taste incredible, y/n.”

He pushed his digits in slowly, so as not to hurt you, distracting you a bit by the way he was suckling and swirling his tongue against your clit. With the help of your immense wetness, Law’s long fingers made their way inside your tight walls, and he curled them upwards to meet the spongeness of your sweet spot within you.

“L-Law-!” you choked out, “oh, Law, right there-!” you pleaded for him to continue his work on your clit and g-spot, your hands rushing down to rest in his hair, pulling at the dark strands, forcing his face further into your cunt.

“Don’t you worry, darling,” he purred, face still in your pussy, his voice sending vibrations into your body, “I’m not stopping until you’re shaking and cumming on my tongue.”

Your blushing cheeks deepened in color at his lewd words, “L-Law…” you whined shakily.

The man knew what he was doing, that was for damn sure. He knew where all your sweet spots resided, and you could only assume it was thanks to his extensive anatomical knowledge.

As his fingers continued to pump and curl inside your dripping cunt, his tongue never leaving your swollen numb as he suckled and lapped at it, you could feel yourself beginning to come undone to his efforts. You felt the familiar feeling of an upcoming orgasm growing within your core, and Law could tell you were close, too.

“Let it out, baby,” he groaned, “I know you’re close…give me all you’ve got.”

And with that, you felt the band within your stomach snap, legs shaking as you gushed onto his fingers and tongue, moaning louder than ever before as you orgasmed for your captain.

“L-Law-! O-Oh my god, L-Law!” you cried.

As you come down from your high, Law hums happily, satisfied with himself. He removes his now-soaking digits from your hole, tongue leaving your clit as you lay beneath him, trembling and breathing shakily.

After gathering yourself and gaining your composure, you sit upright to look at the beautiful man who had just pleasured you so wonderfully.

You leaned forward, lips now by his ear,

“Your turn, law…” you purred.

Law shivered at the feeling of your hot breath against the shell of his ear.

“I'm all yours, y/n,” he replied, his cheeks tinted a light pink as a result of your boldness.

By the motion of your hand, you gestured for your captain to sit up.

Law pauses a brief moment before complying, positioning himself on his knees, cock standing upright proudly, rock-hard and leaking precum. You gulped quietly at the sheer size of him. What had you gotten yourself into? You didn't know how you'd be able to take all of him into your throat, but you were determined to do so. You began your work slowly and shyly, softly gripping his cock at the base with your delicate hands. You hear Law’s breath hitch in this throat as he stares down at you. You close your eyes and bring your mouth down to his tip, starting with small kitten licks. Even at the small action, you hear Law groan and curse under his breath.

The word comes out slow and elongated,

“Shitttt--”

You feel him twitch beneath your touch, and you know he’s desperate, but Law is kind. He wants to take it slow. As much as he wants to grab your head and force his cock down your throat, he holds back, wanting you to take only what you’re comfortable with.

Rewarding his kindness, you open your mouth and take him in, pressing on until his cock is halfway engulfed within your mouth and throat.

“A-Ahhh, y/n-!” Law groaned, tattooed hands immediately finding themselves in your hair.

You hum softly as he holds your head, hollowing your cheeks around his thick, pulsating cock, earning another moan from Law’s mouth. This one was lower, more of a groan, as if it came from the back of his throat. You place a hand on his thigh and continue to press forward, all the way until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the intense feeling of Law’s large cock being engulfed entirely by your throat, but you wanted to do everything in your power to please him.

“O-Oh my god, y/n,” he groaned louder, “S-Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

Hollowing your cheeks again, you began to bob your head, your tongue sliding against the underside of his veiny cock as you blew him. Hands still holding your head, Law began to buck his hips, his cock meeting the back of your throat with each thrust, making you gag slightly. At this, Law pulls back a bit, looking down at you, concerned. You look up at him with your big eyes and give him a nod of reassurance, your face says it all, “I’m okay, keep going.”

You take him down your throat again, feeling satisfied with yourself as you hear another moan escape his lips. As you continue to bob your head and drool around his cock, you feel Law begin to shake, his moans rising in pitch and intensity.

“Y/n,” he began, voice low and shaky, “I-I’m close-” he stumbled on his words.

His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he thrust into your mouth and gripped your hair tighter between his fingers.

It was hot and messy, drool falling from your mouth and coating Law’s pelvis and balls, lewd, wet sucking noises coming from your mouth as he face-fucked you.

In an instant, he pulled out from your throat, and you instinctively stuck out your wet, pink tongue to meet his seed. Head still thrown back, tattooed chest rising and falling aggressively, Law gave his pulsing cock a few quick pumps before he released onto your mouth. Thick, hot, white ropes of cum shot out from his cock and decorated your tongue and face.

You pulled your tongue back into your mouth and swallowed all of what he had given you.

Your face was bright red and glistening with your sweat and Law’s seed, and you were panting heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath.

Law’s breath shuddered as he, too, tried to catch it.

The two of you wouldn’t have much time to recover, though.

Law stood up, shakily, to retrieve some tissues from his nightstand and clean your face.

He did so gently and silently, just as you imagined he would.

Once he had finished cleaning you up, you glanced up at him, face still red and hot.

“Law…” you began, voice ridden with lust, “I need you inside me, please…”

“Say no more, y/n.” he smirked down at you.

Suddenly, Law leaned down, and your lips met again, in a rough, passionate kiss. Your tongues swirled together with his as he began to gently lay you down in front of him.

The kiss broke again, and your eyes widened as you noticed that Law’s cock was already erect again. You gulped shyly, what had you signed yourself up for?

“Are you ready for me, y/n?” Law questioned genuinely.

“I’m ready for you, Law…” you replied.

Law smirked at you before he spread your legs, positioning his cock at your entrance.

And then, he did something unexpected. Trafalgar Law reached for your hand.

You smiled contently and took it, lacing your fingers with his inked ones.

He grabbed his cock at the base, and began pressing his blunt tip to your wet hole, making you squeak. You were desperate for him, so fucking desperate. You just wanted him to stuff you full. Noticing the look of desperation on your face, Law continued to press on, his cock sinking further into you.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n….shit-! You’re squeezing me so good.”

Feeling the stretch, you instinctively went to grasp at his muscular back with your free hand, throwing your head back and whining loudly.

“F-Fuck,” you cursed, “Y-You’re so big, C-Captain…” you whimpered.

Law groaned as he felt more of you squeeze around his needy cock, taking the opportunity to distract you from the pain by smashing his lips into yours.

You squealed into his mouth as he continued to press his large cock into you, gasping and whimpering as he finally bottomed out inside you

You were a mess beneath him, shaking and whining, eyes still begging for more.

“Y-You can start moving,” you croaked.

“As you wish, y/n,” Law smirked.

Pulling his hips back, Law began to slowly thrust into you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and stars danced beneath your lids as you felt him stuff you so fully, his blunt tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

“L-Law-!” you cried, nails digging into his back as he picked up his pace.

Law humps into your cunt deliciously, relishing in the sound of your sweet moans and cries in his ear. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room, as you blushed intensely at the lewd sound.

Even though you could feel his cock in your stomach, you could tell Law was holding back. You wanted to see everything he had to give you.

“Law,” you began shyly, making him slow and eventually stall his movements.

“Yes, y/n?” he inquired, his cock still engulfed within your cunt.

You spoke again, voice trembling, “I don't want you to be gentle.”

At this, you saw Law’s eyes grow dark, his face cold.

“Are you sure?”

“Y-Yes, Law, please, please fuck me rough, like your life depends on it, give me everything you’ve got,” you begged, voice tinted with desperation. “Show me you know how to use that big cock of yours.”

As those words fell from your mouth, you saw something within Law change, as if a switch flipped, a flame ignited. This was the moment your captain’s calm, collected demeanor would crack and break. You gazed up at him and watched as the corners of his lips tugged into a tight smile, his voice remained cold, but you could just make out the faintest hint of arousal and smugness as he spoke,

“Careful what you ask for, y/n.”

The man you once knew as your captain; quiet, reserved, unbothered Law, had retreated, and you watched as a new side of him emerged.

In an instant, he had pulled out of you, and swiveled around in the bed so that he was sitting on the edge of it. He grabbed you and flipped you over his knee, his palm suddenly meeting the fat of your ass with a loud smack.

“A-Ah!” you cried at the sting, looking back, your eyes meeting the red mark his large hand had left on your ass cheek. His other hand finds its way up and into your hair, yanking it back to make you look at him, another slap meeting your flesh.

“Fuck!” you cried, digging your nails into his thigh.

“Good girl,” he praised, smirking down at you, eyes lidded. “Get on your hands and knees for me, y/n,” your captain commanded.

You complied instantly, heat pooling in your core as a result of his actions, and how easily you obeyed him.

You did as you were told, maneuvering yourself onto your hands and knees, your wet, dripping cunt on full display for him. You felt the mattress sink in a bit as he settled himself behind you, the tip of his cock meeting your hole again.

But this time, he didn't go slow. Law plunged his massive cock into you with no warning, immediately bottoming out inside you, making you scream his name.

“L-Law!” you cried, fingers digging into the sheets.

He gave you no time to adjust, immediately beginning to snap his hips against you, pounding his cock into your cunt.

“Goddamn, you’re tight, y/n,” Law groaned through gritted teeth.

“All for y-you, Captain…” you whined, earning a satisfied moan from him.

“Damn right,” he grunted, still pounding into you.

You relished in the feeling of him stuffing you full, crying out each time his thick tip met and battered your cervix. Law’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, and you knew they would leave bruises in their wake.

“Are you okay?” Law groans, checking in on you.

Your heart warms at his compassion.

You can tell he isn’t asking just to ask, this man genuinely cares about your well-being, even as he plunges his cock deep into your pussy, his blunt tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“M-Mhm,” you nod, telling him all he needed to know.

Law kept up his animalistic pace, and you didn’t think he could go any harder, but boy, were you wrong.

Grounding his knees harder into the mattress, Law began to fuck you harder, one hand still on your hip, the other making its way up to grip the back of your neck.

“O-Oh my god, nngghh, Law!” you screamed, really screamed, tears streaming down your face as the man behind you continued to abuse your tight walls.

Law was quick to shush you, forcing his fingers, E and A, into your mouth to muffle your cries.

“Hush, baby, take it.”

You sucked and drooled on his fingers like your life depended on it, moaning around them as their owner railed you from behind.

His thrusts remained rough and unforgiving as he groans from behind you.

You were shaking beneath him, not even sure if you were still on Earth. Your ears were ringing and tears fell from your cheeks as your captain continued to fuck you roughly.

“Still with me, y/n?” he asked smugly, gripping your hips harder as he continued his rough pace.

“M-Mhm,” you replied meekly.

And just as you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, Law removed his hand from your hip and slipped it beneath you to rub your swollen clit.

“Sh-Shit, Law!” you cried, arms shaking and buckling beneath you, causing your chest to fall to the mattress. You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, legs shaking, cunt pulsating around his cock.

“That’s my good girl, y/n, you’re taking this cock so well,” Law praises, groaning.

“Th-that feels s-so good, I-I’m so close, Law -!” you cried out desperately, your voice weak.

“That so?” Law replied smugly, his fingers still rubbing tight circles against your clit, still thrusting his big cock into your tight walls.

“Cum on my cock, y/n.” he commanded.

With his permission, you gave into your orgasm, letting it take you, moaning your captain's name as if it were a prayer and you were begging to be forgiven, “Law, Law, Law, L-Law--!”

You gushed around his cock, your slick coating his shaft and down his balls.

Your body gave out, you felt like putty in his hands, legs buckling beneath you, making you begin to fall into the mattress, but Law catches you and holds you up, fucking you right through your orgasm.

He is relentless, his pace only quickening as he chases his orgasm. With a few more harsh thrusts, you feel him release within you, thick, hot ropes of his cum decorating your tight, pulsating walls. He’s groaning loudly, keeping his cock deep within you as he comes down from his high.

You’re a puddle beneath him, weak and shaking.

He pulls out, leaving you empty, pulsing around nothingness. You blush hard as you feel his hot seed begin to spill from your sore cunt.

He moves next to you, his strong hand sweetly caressing your cheek as he looks down at you, “are you okay?” he inquires, voice tinted with a bit of concern.

You smile softly, eyes closed, “better than okay, captain.”

He hums happily at your response, sliding his hands beneath you to lift you up. Safe in his strong arms, you nuzzle your face into his tattooed chest. When you open your eyes again, the two of you are back in the bathroom. Law sets you down before reaching in and turning on the shower.

You found yourself staring at Law’s muscular back as the two of you waited for the water to heat up. Your head was spinning. Did that really just happen? Was this really the same man you had come to know? Cold, distant, unambiguous? The one who had just pounded you into his mattress and destroyed your insides? Couldn’t be. He was a different man in the bedroom, rough, messy, unforgiving.

Trafalgar Law was precise and controlled with many things in his life, but not in how he fucked you.

You decided to finally speak as you stepped into the shower, pleased to see that Law was joining you beneath the stream of hot water.

“Th-That was…” you began shyly, “a different side of you, captain.”

Law smirked, running his fingers through his now wet hair.

“It’s always been inside me,” he explained, “You’re just the first to discover it,” he turned to look at you, smirking.

“I see,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and getting on your tiptoes to meet his lips. He ran his wet hands down your body, humming happily.

“Do you want to be mine, y/n?” Law questions, his long fingers running through your hair.

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You fell asleep in Law’s arms that night, an arrangement that was out of routine for the both of you.

The next morning, when you awoke, Law wasn’t beside you.

Your heart sunk a little, until you looked at the time, 8am. Of course, Law was up already.

As you made your way into the dining room, you were greeted with your crewmates' cheers.

As soon as you sat down at the table, Bepo rushed towards you happily, a plate of perfectly-prepared pancakes in his paw. He placed the stack in front of you, giggling, “Can you believe it?! Captain made pancakes for us! Not that boring crap he always eats!” The polar bear grins and sits down next to you, diving in on his own plate.

You rose from your seat, making your way to the kitchen to find Law in front of the stove, cooking more pancakes.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, giggling into his back, “No boring oatmeal this morning, captain? What’s the occasion?”

You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was smirking as he spoke,

“Just thought of switching it up,” he says, “I recently learned that it’s beneficial to change up your routine once in a while.”

You smile as you feel his hand meet yours, intertwining your fingers.

“More than beneficial,” you replied, giving your captain’s hand a knowing squeeze.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

ahhh that’s it! i hope you all enjoy-!

as i said, this is my first smut, so i’m nervous but excited for you all to read it!

also, i think it is fitting that Law was my first smut post, since he’s my favorite! and my literal husband

anyway, please tell me what you think! ʚ♡︎ɞ

oh and i’d love suggestions for my next fic!

thank you-! ♡︎ ◡̈

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I keep thinking about Law and breeding kink but he doesn't want to risk it with pills. So anal it is-

-🦊 (I'm going insane for Christmas)

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warning: +18 nsfw, anal sex, oral sex, afab!reader, dirty talk (i tried), law being a sweetheart btw + not proofread bc i’m scared of my smutty fics alright.

a/n: OH MY GOD I’M SO FREAKING SORRY, I THOUGHT I ALREADY POSTED IT LIKE A WEEK AGO ??? fuck. i’m even more sorry because i don’t think it turned out that good . . bc i realised that i haven’t written a breeding kink fic in a long time, i’m a bit scared about this piece LMAO.

now that i think about it, law would actually avoid pills and such because he knows of its negative effects, so he would never risk it. but he also feels this burning desire to fill you up, in a way or another.

when the solution came to you at the same time, law took the matter seriously as he decided to focus on preparing you and make sure it would be pleasurable for the both of you.

he basically spent days preparing you before actually try anal. when the day finally arrives, law would try his best to go as slow as possible as not to hurt you, he would always check on you, ask if it’s okay, if it hurts, etc.

trust me when i tell you that the second he sinks in bare he whines, low sounds escape his lips as he keeps his eyes closed, enjoying the moment fully. he grabs your hips and thrusts slowly into you. the soft mewls slipping out of your mouth spurs him on, as he starts moving a little faster.

“ah, you’re so tight… fuck–“ he groans, pulling you closer to him, getting your ass up from the mattress. he sneaks one of his hands between your thighs and searches for your clit, keeping in mind that you have to feel good too and he would never neglect your pleasure.

“law…” you moan softly into the pillow, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room accompanied by your moans and his grunts, as he momentarily gets lost in the pleasure.

“gonna fill you up…” he growls before sinking forward, thrusting into you a bit harshly. you can feel him twitch inside your tight hole, sinking your face further into the pillow as you desperately grip the sheets as two of his fingers play with your clit.

“look at how well you take me.”

law groans while hiding his face into your nape, squeezing his eyes shut as he reaches his climax, warm spurts of cum start filling you up. his thrusting slow down a bit, before halting completely as he breathes fast.

“you did so good, law,” you praise him, biting your lips. his fingers stop working on you, even though you aren’t done. “hmm,” he lazily pulls out, his gaze goes down and he watches as drops of cum slowly leak out of you.

he suddenly flipped you over, making you gasp in surprise. law swiftly finds himself face to face with your cunt and uses his hands to push your legs further open.

“sorry darling,” he murmured lowly before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit, you moan and arch your back, hands flying to grab his hair as he finishes you off, holding you in place even after you just came right into his mouth.

“thank you,” law cups your face and kisses your lips gently. “did so good, so fucking good,” he praises you lowly, causing your already warm cheeks to heat up even more.

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[uchihabbynic]

One Last Night 

Imagine: You & Law spend a final night together as a couple before a 2-year departure. 

tw: nsfw/smut (unprotected sex, oral - f! receiving, teeny tiny bit of praise kink) cavity-inducing fluff, lots of tears, angst, soft! law, everyone’s just in their feelings. 

“Why does it have to be this way?” you whispered in between the muffled, choked out sobs that left your throat. 

You stood with your head buried in his chest as he brushed his fingers through your hair, desperate to soothe your pain. Yet, deep down he knew that nothing could cure the ache in both of your chests as the reality of Law’s early morning departure dawned on you. 2 years was how long he figured he’d be away. He needed to prepare for the biggest fight of his life and Law knew you could hold your own but Kaido was…different. He felt as though taking you on his journey would be intentionally putting you in harm’s way and that was something he could never live with. 

“I… need to protect you…” Law whispered back, his warm breath near your ear. The sweet words he uttered made every hair on your frail body stand on end as you continued to spill your tears on his shirt. 

Breaking up was never in the cards for you two. Trafalgar was your best friend, confidant and the love of your life. You’d imagined a life with him 10 years in the future having settled down - married perhaps, but nevertheless raising 2 kids on a beautiful yet secluded island yet the reality of your fairytale ending felt like sand slipping through your fingers when he shared the news of his journey.

With your head still hung low in defeat, Law pulled you away from his chest, tilting your head upwards by your chin, coaxing you to look him in the eyes. The amount of emotion and worry that filled his steel gray irises caused another round of tears to flow. As he watched your blood shot eyes fill with tears, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“y/n…” Law began, just loud enough for you to hear. “Will you… wait for me?” The Doctor asks hesitantly - his deep voice cracking slightly as he looks into your e/c eyes that he loved so much. 

Law’s jaw clenched and the tightness in his chest overtook him as he awaited your answer. He knew that this was selfish of him to ask, unreasonable even - but in this moment… tonight - he didn’t care. Law was trembling as he held you in his arms, terrified of you moving on - finding another soul to give you the sun, the moon & the stars all while he embarked on his mission. He truly felt there’d never be another love like yours so he secretly, yet desperately prayed that you’d be there when he came back for you. 

You glanced up at the man who was uncharacteristically wearing his heart on his sleeve, now catching a glimpse of a tear forming in his own eye. Such a confident man who was often so sure of himself was stuck, frozen in time holding his lover and on the verge of tears trying to imagine what the future held. 

“Trafalgar… I’ll wait for you until the end of time.” You quietly replied in between your sniffles only to be cut off by Law’s soft lips on your own. 

As the two of you stood in your shared bedroom of the Polar Tang, you let the darkness of the surrounding ocean swaddle you, creating a much needed sense of tranquility. As your tongues danced, sharing such an intimate yet hungry kiss, Law tangled his fingers in your hair as you began guiding yourself backwards - your calves hitting the mattress. A smile grew on his face as he watched you pull your shirt and bra over your head in one swoop before diving in once more peppering gentle kisses up and down your chest while fumbling with the hem of your leggings. 

You knew exactly what he wanted and you were more than happy to oblige. Law quickly discarded his own clothes and climbed on top of your now naked form; his heavily tattooed, muscular arms creating a cage around your exposed body. The heightened level of intimacy was overwhelming as you both stared into each other’s eyes, knowing that this may be the very last time you’d get to do so. You prayed for Law’s safe return but the future was too uncertain and time was ticking. 

You sharply inhaled as you felt his finger glide in between your dripping folds. Law nipped and sucked at the warm flesh on your tummy, slowly crouching down making his way between your thighs. “So wet…” he mumbled, his deep voice sounding so sexy and alluring, your skin pricked of goosebumps as you felt him hook his hands under your thighs prying them apart. 

You were mesmerized as you looked down through your lashes to see his pretty face stuffed between your legs. Law stuck his tongue out slowly coating his lips with his saliva before diving in lapping at your folds. The man had an insatiable appetite for you as he licked and sucked on your clit, taking in your natural aroma.Your back arched off the mattress and moans filled the metal cabin as Law rewarded you with his sweet mouth hungrily exploring your sex. You grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged, eliciting a low groan to tumble from his lips. Every passing moment you spent in heat, wanting Law to ravish your body was another moment you realized that your love story was soon coming to an end.

“Law, please... Make love to me.” you whined, now growing impatient of the pace, desperate to be filled with him. A sensation you never grew tired of was your bodies intertwining, tangled in sheets. You took pride in having gained that level of trust & vulnerability from your lover, slowly but surely over time. 

Law looked up through hazy, hooded eyes; his goatee coated with your arousal. He climbed atop of you once more placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, allowing you to taste the glorious meal he’d just partaken in. He leaned over, fumbling around in his nightstand and pulled out a foil packet only to be cut off by the feeling of your fingers gripping his wrist. You stared at him in such awe that there was no denying how in love you were. Tonight, you wanted more than being separated between him and the artificial latex material. You needed to feel and savor every inch of him.

“Are you sure?” Law’s voice became serious but coated with concern as he stared at you with widened eyes. You and Law had always been careful, practicing safe sex throughout your relationship as the prospect of having children was a very distant fantasy for the two of you but in this moment, all rationale left the window. You wanted this more than ever and albeit, irresponsible, you’d decided to deal with the potential consequences later. 

You nodded your head in response, reaching up to cup Law’s cheek, determined to assure him that this was ok. “I want to feel you - really feel… all of you.” you cooed, as you dug your heels into the small of his back, allowing your legs to pull your lover closer. 

Law, normally being the most responsible of the two of you, complied with your risqué request and grabbed his cock, slowly pushing himself inside of you. Your mouth hung open letting go an array of curses as you felt his heavy, girthy member fill your hole. The sensation was like nothing you’d experienced before. His skin gliding in between your sopping lips; every vein, every ridge, felt like it was sending you closer to heaven with each thrust. 

Law stifled back a groan as he bottomed out inside of you feeling your warm, slippery walls contract around his length. “Goddamn, we should’ve tried this sooner” is all the Doctor thought as he dropped his head and screwed his eyes shut, heavily concentrated on giving you long, slow strokes without busting too soon. 

As he found a rhythm of pumping in and out of your needy core, a symphony of grunts and moans filled the room. Law wasn’t usually vocal but even he had to draw blood, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from whining and whimpering from the sensation of your gushy walls. With his forehead pressed against yours, Law was spellbound - not wanting the moment to end and the emotion of it all had him crumbling before your very eyes. 

“I…love… you, y/n.” Law managed in between pumps, still barely able to stifle his groans. The surgeon grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and placed it above your head as he continued to lose himself inside of you. Your eyes pricked and began to well up from the sheer, raw intimacy. A hot tear rushed down your cheek despite your whole body being consumed and sent into the throws of ecstasy. 

“I will never stop loving you, Trafalgar.” you managed as tears strolled down your face. Your eyes gently closed as Law placed a kiss where every tear fell. He felt like the luckiest man in the world; grateful that he’d let his walls down and welcomed you into his heart all those years ago. Law’s thrusts became ragged and desperate as he snapped his hips shoving himself in and out of you, knowing he was close. 

“You feel fucking amazing, Law. S-so good to me.” you panted out as you gripped onto his back, digging your nails into his sweaty flesh. You continued to moan out how perfect he was and how incredible he was doing as you laid beneath him writhing from the pleasure. A feeling of euphoria flooded your body as Law plowed into you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. 

The now quickened pace caused the pressure in your lower belly to snap sending you into a violent orgasm as you came hard around your lover. The combination of your delicious walls milking his cock and your sweet praises immediately brought Law over the edge, letting his own orgasm rip through his body. A series of deep, husky grunts and a long groan of your name erupted from his throat as he finally emptied his hot seed into you. Sweat beads raced down his temple as he collapsed on your chest, cradling you so closely to his body as you were still recovering from your own high. 

No one knew what the future would hold but as Law laid his head on your chest, looking so angelic; so unusually peaceful, trying to match the rhythm of your breathing - it was like nothing else mattered except your last night together. You let the depths of the ocean lull you and your lover to sleep because in the morning, you knew that it would all be over - at least, for now...

Tags: @unsuretater-simp , @hoeronoa-zoro​ ✨

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[cowboyjigen]

sick day or sometimes it’s a good thing to have a boyfriend who also a doctor

warnings: third person, she/her pronouns, sorta sounds like angst but it’s not really, just law being law, being sick, general medical care but also not really, unedited

it started with a cough. not to bad but it was kind of annoying. the side eyes from penguin and shachi were reminder enough that no one on the polar tang got sick.

everyone tried to ignore the occasional cough, knowing that drawing attention would make it worse. but not long after sneezes also filled the empty spaces between words. bepo did his best to place blame else where, ‘oh i must have missed a spot while dusting’ and ‘did the water go down wrong’ were amongst the list of excuses he used.

eventually the fever came about. and law finally started to take notice. “you’re burning up.”

“pfft thanks for telling me i had no idea.”

“you need to rest.”

“i’ll be fine, law.” y/n resisted pushing herself off the cot.

“no, that’s an order.” law retorted pushing her back down gently.

“i’m not staying here all day law! there’s stuff i need to do!”

“i said no. that’s the end of it.” and with that law walked out of the med bay and into his office. passing bepo, the navigator gave him a telling look. “she needs rest.”

“she needs a boyfriend, not a doctor or captain.” law sighed before continuing his pursuit to his office.

a few hours had passed before law finally left the room. stepping into the kitchen he found ikkaku glaring at him. she was holding a cup of tea and a bowl of soup. “you should make yourself useful.” she said before shoving them into his hands. he more than know what she meant by that.

abandoning his own plans for food he made his way to the med bay. but before he reached the door he found himself changing direction. heavy footsteps ringing out as he made his way to his room. opening the door, he placed down the soup and tea before moving back out of the room.

he started down the hall again, stopping in front of the labeled door. he swiftly knocked twice before reaching for the handle. he found her asleep on the bed, undisturbed by his entrance. making his way over to her, he lifted her from the cot before carrying her to their shared room.

he placed her down on the bed before removing his shoes and laying down next to her, holding her close. she moved closer to his chest, a small smile on her face. law sighed before closing his own eyes.

as it turns out law was right. the next morning, she felt great. she just needed rest. but the captain was look a little worse for ware when he woke up with a fever of his own.

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[sanjisboyfie]

rockstar ! trafalgar law headcanons

trafalgar law x male reader ; he might seem ooc but he isn't, trust me. this is how law is supposed to be perceived, i talked to oda himself and sorted this all out with him before publishing.

-> listened to brooklyn baby by lana while writing this...hehehehheheehhehehehehe ps. i think that is my favorite photo of manga law ever oh my fuking godhes so hot.

rockstar ! law . . . did not get famous overnight, but also did not get famous on purpose...if that makes sense. like his ass was up posting his guitar covers on youtube for years before someone reached out to him on joining a proper band. but also he wasn't posting those guitar covers with the intent of getting noticed. he just wanted people to see how SICK he was on guitar (he's a not-so-secret narcisst). but also another reason he posted them was because of you, his boyfriend who he had been in a relationship for a year at that point, was encouraging him to do so. your support for him and his talent was really assuring and fuelled him to be confident enough to post them online. (he was kind of against the idea at first, probably saying romantic shit like, "i want only you to hear the songs i play," but eventually was swayed when you spent many minutes convincing him to)

rockstar ! law . . . when he finally goes on tour with his band, he is pretty insistent and headstrong in allowing you to come with. he doesn't care if he needs to pay out of pocket money to fund your stay with him and his bandmates, he will if he has to. because he's not leaving you for months on end, pursuing the dream that was only possible because of how you supported him through it. there's absolutely no way he's going on tour without his boyfriend.

law's tattooed arms were crossed over his wide chest as he listened to their manager and a team of people tell him and his band about their upcoming plan for their first ever tour.

after the end, when it was about time for everything to wrap up, law calmly asked, "what about bringing significant others?" this makes the executives share looks with one another before apologetically smiling at him.

"sorry, another person added onto the travel, boarding, and all that will not be able to fit into out budg-"

"then i'm not going," law says simply, already getting ready to storm out of the room. but the manager stops him by his wrist.

"n-now, let's not get hasty! this was not something we accounted for-"

"well you should've, i'm not going anywhere without him. i'm not gonna leave him." law states stubbornly, glaring down at the man that was much shorter than him, "he's either coming with us or i'm not going at all."

a silence passed over the room and his bandmates were internally praising law for having the balls to stand up to these powerful guys so carefree like that.

maybe that's what had made him such a good rockstar.

his passions that he was not willing to back down for, he'd settle for his desires being fulfilled or nothing at all.

what they didn't know was that all of those passions were singlehandedly fuelled by his immense love for you.

"a portion of it will have to come out of your pocket, then. we really don't have the funds to bring on another person. so if you can't-"

"i can manage. if that's all, and we're all good. me and [name] will be ready by the designated time and meet you all at the location with all of our things," law easily says, walking out of the room with his broad shoulders being the last thing the executives saw.

"wow, law is so cool!" a memeber, stage-named penguin, said with stars in his eyes.

"don't get any ideas." the manager immediately cuts them off before they can gush further.

rockstar ! law . . . is very openly gay for you <3 doesn't really care that people are expecting him to act a certain way because he is a rockstar, he could care less. he's said time and time again that the only reason these fans of his have the oppurtunity to appreciate him to such an extent is because of you. had it not been you encouraging him to post his covers, he would not be standing on that stage for them to admire. so he can be as shameless as he wants in displaying his affection for you. naturally, law isn't the most into pda, but when he hears annoying people batter him for being so into you, his boyfriend, he feels the need to piss them off even further.

law's calloused fingers were playing with the flesh of your waist as he held you close. it was dark in the after party room so he made sure to keep you secure to his side so that he wouldn't lose you in the crowd.

there were a bunch of celebrities that attended their recent show scattered around the room, but he didn't care for them. not when he had you on his arm. plus, he didn't really like these after parties that much - he'd much prefer to be on the tour bus cuddling with you.

feeling unimpressed with the party, he turned to you to feel some comfort. when he saw how you were just taking in the view of everyone, he leaned down to kiss you, surprising you at the sudden affection. but soon, the both of you were just pressed against the wall of the room and blatantly making out with each other. his raven hair was messy by the time you two pulled away from each other and that knowing smirk of his was proudly plastered on his face.

the next morning, the internet were ripping law into pieces for still being in a relationship with you despite having access to as many beautiful women, handsome men, and alluring people that he could have wanted. he was a talented, well-known name in the scene with a handsome face and charming demeanor. he could have had anyone. and some were frustrated, for some reason, that he was still with you.

five years going strong in your relationship wasn't enough for the press to believe he was satisfied and completely settled down with you, for some reason...

he groans the moment he sees the headlines, throwing his phone to the mattress and turning into your side to be comforted by you once again. the only person capable of calming him down still remains to be only you.

"love you," he says against your skin, making you laugh at the sleepy confession.

"love you, too, law. you know i don't care about the stupid shit they say," you comment, making note of how tight his arms were around your waist.

he doesn't acknowledge what you say, only peppering more kisses to your bare skin.

rockstar ! law . . . kinda perfectly fits the rockstar bf aesthetic to a T. he's wearing the leather jackets and the other staple fashion pieces that scream "rockstar boyfriend." it doesn't help the way the clothes so perfectly fall into place on his body. he enjoys matching with you too, even if your aesthetics may not match. if he's wearing a heavy jewlery piece, like a necklace, ring, or bracelet, he buys a matching one that you would like and would be able to style. he doesn't mind discarding his iconic leather jacket for you if you are feeling cold. and of course, he's attentive, protective, and caring for you (and only you) - perfectly fuelling the fantasies many people have of that "rockstar boyfriend persona"

law was not known for being hot-headed. there were never any stories of him giving customer service people a hardtime, or of him trashing hotel rooms like many others in the same genre as him were guilty of doing. his overall attitude was off standish, but polite.

with a slight difference whenever he was seen with you. still off standish and polite, but specially doting and careful when he is with you.

his arm is always slithered around your waist or shoulders and he is always seen attentively listening to whatever it is you're rambling about. his eyes focused in on you, and only you, show that he is blocking out the rest of the world and listening to you intently.

the way he almost, kind of, definitely glares at people that interrupt your time together before he softens his gaze the moment you catch him making faces and scold him. he's completely wrapped around your finger, despite his seemingly intimidating and threatening persona, he's complete mush with you.

his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders as he protectively stood behind you. tonight, the two of you were at the bar and watching the live performance of the local band of the town you were in. due to your begging, he agreed to get off of the counter stool and dance and sway to the music with you.

his arms are resting in front of you as he holds your hands in his, completely engulfing them with the size difference. the jacket around you is practically drowning you as well.

he's rocking you back and forth, occasionally leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek and whispering sweet nothings to you. your cute moment unfortunately comes to an end though. some drunkard knocks into the two of you and spills their entire pint of beer on you and your clothing.

your first reaction is to take off law's jacket to spare it from reeking of the beverage, but law's first reaction is to push you behind him and size up the guy that knocked into you.

"the hell is your problem, man?! it was an accident!" the man defends himself when he feels threatened by your boyfriend.

law's one hand is holding your own, wanting to make sure you stay close to him some way, while the other is clenched at his side to form a fist. noticing how he was very close to landing a hit on the idiot's face, you pull him back by his shirt, "c'mon, people are staring,"

"don't care, this guy has got his head so far up his ass," law simply says, genuinely not caring at all that people were looking at him as if he were crazy.

"law, let's just go," he turns his head to you, his gaze softening as he turns.

he waits a couple seconds before speaking in whispers, "do you really want to go? i can just take care of him-"

"i do, really. let's just go, babe, it's alright, it was an accident," you continued trying to convince him.

"he could've done it on purpose, he could be a complete, total asshole,"

you laughed at his reasoning of giving the guy a lesson, shaking your head, "let's just go and get out of here."

law doesn't seem satisfied with having to let the guy go without any reprecussions, but if law is anything: he's a boyfriend that listens to his boyfriend.

so he walks away with you close by, tight grip on your hand, and silently cursing the asshole the entire ride home.

rockstar ! law . . . very casually dedicates the most romantic, sensual, loving, etc. songs to you when he is on stage.

"this one is for the man standing at side stage, waiting for me,"

"i've been with the same idiot for 5 years now and this song is for him,"

"this is [name]'s favorite, by the way. so if you don't like it, you can fuck off,"

rockstar ! law . . . who doesn't understand the way some fans really idolize your relationship. he loves you a lot and he's glad that they're accepting of that fact, but why are people on the internet asking him and you to adopt them...? or why are they calling the both of you their "daddies"? he's confused. he at least pieces together that they're being supportive, but he doesn't truly understand what they mean when they say stuff like "i wanna go to paris" underneath his posts of you and him on his instagram.

rockstar ! law . . . whose favorite audience is still you. he loves playing his guitar for you, just in the quiet of your room (when you're finally home for tour) and with you on the bed with his strumming as background noise to your reading, or whatever hobby you commit to.

his fingers move with such familiarity he can easily take his eyes off of the neck of the guitar. he looks at you with such love and care that it would make any onlookers vomit at how sweet he was being.

the song that he was playing was faintly resembling "can't help falling in love" by elvis, with his own personal twist. the moment you recognize the chords and notes, though, you look at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

he smirks, tilting his head, "what?" he'll ask with that annoying knowing look on his face.

"you're so cheesy," you comment with an eye roll.

"oh, don't be an asshole now,"

"not being an asshole, just being honest!"

law puts down the acoustic guitar, walking over to where you were and planting a kiss to the top of your head. clearing his throat, he begins to mimic the singer with exaggeration. it spurs you into laughter at his impression, which he only grins wider at. your laugh still remains his favorite sound in the whole world.

this soft side was only shown behind closed doors with you. and you liked it that way. no one else got to see your usually intimidating boyfriend with his walls completely down. how sweet and doting he actually was. polar opposite to that persona he put on whenever he walked onto those grand stages.

he was just yours right now.

and as he leans down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, you can smile against his with comfortability. and warmness spreads throughout both of your chests as he smiles back.

and finally, rockstar ! law who definitely gets your name tattooed somewhere on his body. probably on his hands or arms tbh because that is the most visible body part of his that gets photographed and noticed due to how he plays the guitar. that way if anyone wants to take photos of him in his element, they'll see a small part of you that he carries with him everywhere.

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[honeyoru]

Too late (law x reader)

trying to practice writing one shots more in between my never-ending outlining for my WIPs.

law x reader, mentions of zoro x reader, sad boi law :( 1300+ words

“You-you what?” you shakily exclaim, looking over your shoulder to make sure neither of your crews could hear you. 

Law thinks he’s never been so open, so exposed as when he asks to speak with you, tugging you into the shadows on the Straw Hats’ ship during their party celebrating their last night as an alliance. He chooses to rip your heart out again, telling you with a deep breath that he loves you. 

Saying you’re floored would be an understatement. 

It’s logical, he thinks with clenched fists, fingernails piercing his shaking palms. I was the one who decided to break up all those months ago, after all.

You graciously moved on since then, burying the hurt you felt to joke with him again, tease him with your Captain, finally able to meet his eyes without that sorrowful, pity-filled look that told him you understood why he decided to break your heart like a coward.

He couldn’t believe he had allowed himself to grow so close to you, to share tender, intimate moments in the middle of the night, where he could drop the indifferent mask he wore around everyone else.

To fall in love with you. 

You, who he first met all those years ago during a supply run at a sleepy little island. You weren’t a pirate back then, but a doctor-in-training that thrilled him with your vast amount of medical knowledge, caring nature, and wit. It was clear to him even then that there was more for you out there than what the island could ever give you.

His crew had teased him mercilessly about the person he was attached to even weeks after they’d departed. It wasn’t until you had parted ways, promising to meet up if he ever stopped by the island again that he regretted not listening to his frail, dimly beating heart that had urged him to beg you to join his crew, the smell of your coconut-scented shampoo haunting him.

When he spotted your sweet, gentle smile on a Bounty Poster years later, he couldn’t hide the proud grin that lit up his face. Crossing paths with you seemed more feasible now that you too were on the Grand Line, and he refused miss an opportunity like this again.

And later on, the rare, public smile he displayed upon seeing you again in person promptly dropped the moment your captain slingshotted into him and started calling him ‘Traffy.’ 

Were you so desperate to leave your island that you joined the first crew who asked? He couldn’t help but think so after that initial meeting with the Straw Hats, who bickered with all the closeness of a dysfunctional family and utterly baffled him with their antics, wondering all the while how they managed to charm someone so talented and perfect like you.

It was because of you that he agreed to the alliance in the first place, ever so motivated to get revenge for Cora-san and win your heart in one fell swoop.

And when you kissed him for the first time since he had left your island in the crow’s nest of the Sunny, Law would never admit that he had gone to sleep that night smiling like that love-sick cook of yours, heart soaring at the idea that a happy ending for him was feasible.

It wasn’t until he watched your interactions with your crew over your time spent together that he realized the silly fantasy he had was never going to happen. You were too close, too bonded with the Straw Hats, to ever leave for someone like him. 

So when you confessed in the privacy of his room after months of dating that you loved him, tucked in his arms in the way that he had grown so fond of, he panicked and did what he did best to salvage the pieces of his heart that would surely shatter when you would inevitably rejected him after the alliance was over. 

He hurt you.

It was for the best, he told himself as he spewed horrible, untrue, nasty things to you that he was certain you wouldn’t excuse, even for someone you loved, refusing to acknowledge that deep down, he knew you never expected him to say the three words back anytime soon.

He accepted the harsh words and fists of your crew and moved on as much as he could, retreating back to the role of a spectator just grateful enough to bask in your orbit for a little while longer before you would part ways.

He’s drawn back to the present when you scoff in disbelief.

“Why now?” you demand, unshed tears blurring the rage in your eyes at his audacity, the wide smile you had been wearing all night nowhere to be seen. “I’m with Zoro now, Law, I’m happy,” your voice cracks.

He closes his eyes, swallowing the bile that rises at the thought of the swordsman he inadvertently pushed you towards, who looks at you like he would crawl through hell if you asked him to. “I know.”

“So why then?” You ask harshly, your arms crossed as if you’re trying to hold yourself together. “Are you trying to mess with me? To get back at me for moving on?” 

“No.” Law feels a pain splintering throughout his chest when a tear finally falls. “I just… couldn’t leave without telling you,” he mumbles.

You angrily wipe it away. “I’ve been nothing but kind and gracious to you,” you spit. “Hell, I’ve tried to act like what you said, what we had, never happened. For this alliance, for my crew, and for you so you could finally get closure for... you know.”

He can’t help but shudder at the memory of his mentor, the movement catching your eye. 

You take a deep breath and dig your fingers into your arms, forcing yourself to keep talking and not give in to the innate urge to wrap him in a hug. Law thinks he can hear a wood plank creak from where your boyfriend is no doubt eavesdropping around the corner, ready to step in if you need it. “Luffy wanted to end the alliance the minute he found out, did you know that?”

He didn’t but it isn’t surprising; the Straw Hat had given him a look so carefully blank the day after the two of you broke up that Law finally understood why the rubber man had such a dangerous reputation. 

“I know you were scared, Law, I was too,” you whisper, eyebrows furrowed. “Being loved after so much heartbreak is terrifying. But you made a decision on how our relationship would end without giving me the chance to say anything about it. And those things you said to me,” Law feels his lungs strain at the way your lip quivers in a bitter smile. “We could have made it work, you know, after the alliance was over,” your tone falls soft. “All you had to do was ask.”

It’s then with your admission that Law is utterly aware he’s made a mistake confessing to you. He thought it would give him closure, to finally admit what he didn't want to believe since he first caught your eye back on your island years ago.

Instead it was a slap in the face for you, a taunt that all of the suffering he put you through could have been avoided if he’d only been less of a coward.

You sigh, scrubbing at your eyes before looking at him with a pained expression, turning towards Zoro, who had quietly stepped forward to guide you away from him. “I hope you can find someone in the future that you can give your heart to entirely, Law,” you tell him sincerely. 

He swallows down the regret that burns his throat as he watches you and Zoro walk away. 

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