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roronoagem · 5 months
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i actually spent the evening thinking about riding law while he’s handcuffed with seastone handcuffs, thinking about how he would breathe faster and louder than usual — he tries to keep a stoic face while he’s usually having sex with you, but now he’s more vulnerable. he gasps while you move up and down his cock, he feels both heavy and light as he lies bare under you. the moans and grunts escaping his lips are music to your ears and you’re almost annoyed that he decides to usually gulp them down.
“[y/n]-ya… nghh– please . . .”
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the-fluff-piece · 9 months
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Law gave you his vivre card as a sign of his love. One day, it suddenly burns around the edges, causing you to run to him. After a few days, the edges regenerate, but the paper turns black.
Eventually, you find him on the Thousand Sunny, patched up but looking miserable. He is sitting wedged between Luffy and Zoro, both an arm around him, looking like he hates everything and wants to flee.
You see your socially anxious boyfriend in the midst of all this merriment and decide to help him. You engage Luffy and Zoro in conversation so that Law can sit quietly in a corner and recharge.
Later, he thanks you in tears and turns into a little ball of anxiety that needs to be pet for hours to calm down.
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fluffycalamari · 1 year
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Imagine riding Laws thighs.
Just a Lil drabble because I've noticed the SEVERE lack of thigh riding fics for Law AND Kid.
I love my sistas, brothas and enbies!!!! Black reader in mind 😋😋
Cw: thigh riding, mean!Law (just a tad), slight degradation, not proofread, clothed grinding, afab gn reader
You amused Law to put it in simple terms.
Your mewls blessed his ears while he read his medical book. The way you'd grip onto the sides of his shirt, panting, begging for him to help you. You were so needy to the point you had no shame as you rocked your hips onto his thighs; gray skirt slowly hiking up your legs with the motion, your plush legs are oh so tantalizing as they squeeze his femoral. You're so wet that when he glances down at you he notices the shift in color of his jeans.
"Look at you getting off on my thigh." He closes his book, placing it on his desk. "You're so needy..." Law bounces his leg, causing you to yelp from the pressure. "So needy needy needy, just for me. It's adorable how pitiful you can" a chuckle escapes his lips as he feels you throb at his words; firmly placing his hands on your hips. Your whimpered moans are music to his ears.
Firmly and slowly, he pulls you back and forth on his leg, he loved the way you flushed, you're warm to the touch, the way beads of sweat started to collect onto your gorgeous brown skin, how you wrapped your arms around his neck while burying your head in the crook. Flexing his thigh, a moan escapes your mouth, you call for Law in that sickly sweet lustful tone as you try to buck into him with faster pace. "You're like a rabbit in heat name-ya, but I guess you have no shame, no decorum do you?" He smirks as you look at him with those pleading eyes. "Please.." you whine again. How could he refuse!!
Law chuckles and picks you up, "I hope you're ready name-ya, we're pulling an all nighter tonight"
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fanaticsnail · 24 days
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Babe, at this point, just take the playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6aGOhPb0p8MAyAyXxuvOdH?si=2TKkcJExTnaguNCqx6bUVQ&pi=u-B9AJuWw1QtCE
OOOOOOOOH MORE SONGS!! Thank you, you absolute darl! Always up for some new tunes to loop while I write! I'm loving the Ricky Montgomery on there.
This song: Maple Syrup - The Backseat Lovers.
It gives me Dad Donquixote Rosinante and Son Trafalgar Law. Especially the "Your purple sweater is sitting in my living room. I tried to wear it, but I knew that it would smell like you." I know it's comes across as a breakup, but I can hear it as the loss of a parent too. Or maybe something else entirely.
For example:
Imagine Law keeping his dad's crusty, old, dark-feathered coat and trying it on. Imagine him applying his face paint in the mirror to see what he'd look like donning it. Imagine him breaking down when the memory of his adoptive dad's age sinks in, knowing he'd never see what he'd look like older. Imagine Law's turmoil at the fact his birthday is rapidly approaching, finally lapping the age Rosinante was when he perished.
Imagine him being so overwhelmed by the despair that all who he holds close could slip away at any moment. Imagine him hearing "I love you, Law," and picturing his dad's face as he lay broken, riddled with bullets and bleeding out in the icy snow.
Imagine Law looking in the mirror again with tear-soaked eyelashes, wiping the paint from his face with his wrist and forearm - only for his glassy eyes to get a glimpse of blonde in the corner of the reflection.
The memory of a smile, the scent of tobacco, the shuffle of clumsy feet, the taste of rum tinting the air, and finally fully seeing the hooded red hat crowning a silent man sitting completely still and waiting in the corner of the room.
Is he back? Surely that's impossible.
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imwatchingonepiecern · 10 months
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Trafalgar water d. law x reader >:3
Summary- You’ve been waiting months to see your boyfriend and once your reunited your feeling up to doing something impulsive. this leads to some spicy time in the bedroom
established relationship, fluff, smut, use of the words cunt and dick, edging
TW: jorts
MINORS DNI 18+
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guys this is my first time writing and i uggggg
i can’t get this idea out of my head that i’m going feral over and i need to put it down somewhere and maybe you’ll enjoy it
(i’ve just met law so the characterization may be weird but mayhaps i’ll want to write more after this when i get to know him better :) )
anyways enjoy!!
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It had been a long, boring morning on the sunny. Months had passed since you’d seen your boyfriend, Law, and you missed him fiercely.
You were apprenticing under Dr. chopper of the strawhat pirates when the two of you met during one of your misadventures. You hit it off rather fast. The first few times you encountered the heart pirates their captain would be a blushing, mumbling mess around you. You thought it was cute how he stumbled over his words whenever you looked him in the eyes. Or how endearing it was that he would recommend medical books and help you better yourself as a Dr.
Eventually Law got over his nerves and asked you to be his partner. You were over the moon ecstatic. Finally, after months of butterflies in your stomach he asked you! That night he also gave you a necklace he made out of a vertebrae.
Luffy agreed to let you travel between vessels, as an ally to the heart pirates and to apprentice under Law. Every few months you would switch from the polar tang to the sunny, keeping in touch with your lover through letters and transponder snail.
Today, you were moving over to the polar tang at noon. The sunny needed work done after your last battle that required materials Franky didn’t have. The crew decided that it was best to go to Water 7 to get the materials otherwise they may not be able to fix the ship. So that’s exactly where Nami docked her, and exactly where you were going be reunited with Law.
You where pilfering through your closet, trying to find the right outfit to wear to see Law when you heard a nock on the door. You responded with a quick, “Come in.” and Nami opened the door.
“have you figured out what you’re doing when you see Law today?” she asked. “Not yet but i’m feeling really spontaneous so hopefully something fun.” you said, your eyes sparkling with possibilities. If you knew one thing for sure it was that you needed him. Too many nights have past that you yearned for his touch. You had been counting down the days till you got to see him and you wanted this night to be perfect.
You pulled out a pair of emerald denim jorts and a short sleeved black, cropped top. “Do you think this will be a cute fit?”, You questioned towards Nami. She smiled and said, “Yes! Show me your look when you’re done!”. With that she turned around and disappeared out the door.
You quickly changed into the outfit, slapped on some winged eyeliner and makeup, and fixed your hair down. You were too excited to see Law to get caught up in the little details. All besides the necklace that he made you. Once you were ready you went out on deck and showed Nami and Chopper your outfit before leaving. You triple checked the last letter you received from Law as you approached the small business he told you to meet him at.
While you were off in your own world re-reading the letter you ran into something firm. Letting out a small weeze you reeled back, face red, ready to apologize profusely to whoever you just knocked into. But as you looked up you were greeted with deep brown eyes. “Law!!” you exclaimed as you threw yourself into him once again. He wrapped his arms around you and the two of you stood there, soaking up each others presence. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I have too” he whispered as he rubbed circles on your back.
“Do you trust me?” you said leaning back fromthe embrace and looking him in the eye. He raised an eyebrow and replied with a stretched out “Yes?”
“Do you want to be impulsive with me?” you asked him. He cocked his head to the side and thought about it for a second. “Yes” he replied before quickly moving to kiss you. The kiss was loving and tender, his way of physically saying “I love you”. Law pulled away and you grabbed his hand leading him to a small tattoo shop on the island. Luckily, there was an artist who had openings for walk ins and you knew exactly what you wanted to get. You went over your idea with Law and he nodded in agreement. He sat down in the chair and raised his left arm to you.
You bit the inside of his wrist just hard enough to leave an indentation. Blush crept onto your face as your mind escaped to dirty places. Quickly, you shook those thoughts away as you remembered where you were. The artist turned on their pen and got to inking the bite marks onto your boyfriend. his muscles flexed as the needle penetrated his skin, veins popping from the adrenaline running through him.
You couldn’t help but admire him like this. You hadn’t seen him in so very long and you missed being in close proximity. Once the artist wiped his fresh tattoo and gave him cleaning instructions it was your turn. You sat down and extended your arm towards the man in front of you and he took it in his long, tattooed fingers. You felt electricity everywhere that he touched your skin. He looked you deep into the yes and sensually clamped his mouth over your forearm.
‘ok so we’re both on the same page’, you thought as you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the pain. The artist made their way toward you with the pen and got to it. Law pulled your opposite hand to his mouth and kissed it. He held onto it for the duration of the tattoo, rubbing his thumb over yours.
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Once you got back to the polar tang you stopped to greet bepo and made it back to Laws quarters quickly. As soon as the door locked Law was on you. This kiss wasn’t like the one earlier in town. It was needy and full of hunger . You were slowly backed into the edge of Laws bed where you sat and layed down as he climbed over you. “I’ve been thinking about being able to touch you for months” he whispered in your ear. You wouldn’t think it but one of Laws love languages if physical touch. It’s only reserved for those he truly cares for though. It made your heart leap to think that you were one of those people.
He littered your cheek and jaw with kisses, making his way down your neck. As he did this his thumbs circled around your thighs. Heat pooled in your stomach as he touched you. You cupped his cheeks in your hand and pulled him to eye level “I love you.” you said looking deep into his eyes, and you meant it. He crashed his mouth into yours, biting at your lower lip as a plea for you to open your mouth. As soon as you did his tongue slipped through. you let out a small moan as he searched your mouth, getting his first taste of you for the night. The heat in your stomach grew as well as your need for friction. You searched for it as you bucked up into him. You felt all of Law’s body stiffen. He pushed down into you and you slowly started to rock you hips against his. Feeling his cock rub against your center through your clothes. He started to peel your shirt back and over your head. Law paused his movements to admire your bare flesh. His hand quickly found its way to your sensitive breast as well as his mouth. His other hand made its way to your pants and cupped over your clothed pussy. He swirled his tongue over your hardened nipple as he caressed you through the fabric.
He worked his way down and your nerves tingled as his wet tongue trailed along your body, eliciting a mewl. He wasted no time pulling off your pants and underwear. Law stopped for a few seconds to stare in awe at your wet cunt. He quickly pulled your thighs over his shoulder’s, situating them to straddle his face. Bitting down on your inner thigh, then licking and kissing the same spot. He raised his gaze to meet your eyes and then pressed your clit firmly with the letter H. You jolted at the contact and yelped. He smirked and slowly sank the letter A into you with E following shortly after.
Law grumbled out a string of curses as he felt how wet you were for him. “God I can’t wait to be inside you baby.” he groaned. You didn’t have time to think about what he just said as his warm tongue swiped over your clit, sending tingles to every nerve ending in your body. You arched into his mouth as he sloppily drooled and sucked on your pussy. Your body writhed as his fingers pumped inside you, slowly building you up to your climax. There was an overwhelming feeling building up in your lower stomach and just as you were about to tip over Law stopped.
Your protest was stopped abruptly when he reached eye level and kissed you once more. You pulled at his clothes to be removed and he obeyed. You needed Law in you now. You flipped the two of you over so that you were straddling his waist, slapping his throbbing dick against your wet cunt causing it to make a lewd sound. Yearning for more friction you wiggled along the shaft of his cock gaining a strangled moan from Law. He couldn’t take anymore. He lined himself with your wanting hole and you slowly sunk onto him. The stretch burned but in the best way. You wiggled your hips around him and he took this as a signal to start moving. He pumped in and out of you slowly at first but gripped your hips to guide you as he quickened his pace. You felt that familiar intensity in your lower stomach as you felt the curve of his dick hit your sweet spot. Your hips started to match his pace and cause friction on between the two of you and on your clit. “Fuck Law” you let out as the feeling of build up got almost unbearable. He removed his left hand from your waist and started to circle your clit with his thumb. Just as you were about to come he kissed you just as he did in town. Softly, with love. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You came undone with him still pumping inside of you. Pleasure crashing over you in waves. As you came down from your high you felt Laws dick twitch inside you. He came seconds later with a loud, whiny moan.
The two of you laid tangled in each others limbs until Laws blood pressure returned to normal. You laughed about the adventures you had while you were away. Law spoke of the research he’d been doing. Eventually hekissed your forehead and pulled out of you. “i’m going to go start the shower love, we need to wash these tattoos before we go to bed.”
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Valentine's Day Head Canons (GN)
I can feel a migraine starting, so I cut it down to my top 2 from both One Piece and My Hero Acadamia. These are short and unedited, but its nice to write again.
Warnings: Implied smut, sweat kink (kinda?), Lingerie (male wearing)
One Piece
Roronoa Zoro:
~Horrible with romantic gestures but he tries
~Knows how much you love watching him workout and get sweaty.
~So to surprise you for Valentine's day, he decided to use that.
After checking all of his normal sleeping spots, you realize Roronoa was deviating from his daily schedule. Climbing the ladder to the crows nest, you make it to the top and hear loud grunts. Your face grows warmer as you open the door, seeing the straining muscles of the green haired man. In the mirror, you see him flash a wicked grin. Eyes unable to stay in one place, you scan every inch of his body. "Oh, didn't expect to see you here. What can I help you with?" He taunts coyly, knowing his words aren't making it to your brain. The only thing that matters is following the bead of sweat trailing down his back, making its way closer to the waistband of his pants. It took everything in your power not to bolt over to him, to feel the heat of his skin against yours, feel the way his sweat makes your body glide effortlessly over his.
Trafalgar Law:
~Thinks that the holiday is stupid but will celebrate to make you happy
~Doesn't do any huge gestures, but a bunch of small, subtle ones to get your attention
You wake up with a smile, the smell of your favorite breakfast filling the submarine. Rolling out of bed, you see your favorite outfit was washed and folded. Knowing that if you don't hurry, you won't get any food, you change and rush to the door, freezing when you see a small paper pinned to it. "Meet me in the bath after breakfast. I have another surprise for you, but this one is far from small"
My Hero Acadamia:
Denki Kaminari:
~King of over the top
~Loves all the commercial/typical things
~Will embarrass the hell out of you
You should have known that energetic man had a lot in store for you, but you weren't expecting the entire house to be full of red and pink balloons, confetti, and streamers. But the real thing that caught your attention was in the center of the room. Nearly completely naked, stood your boyfriend. The only thing providing him and sort of modesty was the silky red bow tie around his neck, and the matching ribbon covering his erection. "Don't leave me waiting, come open your present. I made it myself."
Dabi:
~Hates everything about Valentine's Day
~His idea of a romantic gesture is using his burning victims to light a candle for you
~You will have to do all the romantic planning
You look at the time, shocked when the door swings open on time, and not an hour late. "Alright Doll, you better make this worth my while." he sighs, flopping down on the couch and looking at you. Through his harsh comment, you could tell he was excited to see what you were planning. With a small smile, you bring a plate of his favorite food. "I thought we could have our favorite meals together." You coo, handing him the single plate in your hands. You don't respond to his look of confusion, just sinking to your knees between his legs, grinning up at him.
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eelnoise · 2 months
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random sex headcanons! (nsfw)
had some thoughts during my workout today, so i figured i'd write them out as a break from the endless wips in my docs. :) zoro, sanji, usopp(!), and law x afab reader tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @throwmethroughawindow (hello soppers)
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Zoro
Prefers a position where he can see your face.
He wants to watch you squirm under his touch, wants to see your expression twisting with ecstasy each time his cock slides against your walls.
Big on touch. His hands will glide along your body, squeezing at any flesh he can get his fingers around, but has a slight preference for grabbing your thighs - not only because he's a thigh guy, but because they're your thighs. Also helps him manhandle you into deeper positions.
Has two modes - rough and nasty, or gentle and loving. The first is more of a stress-reliever, or for a quickie in the training room before a meal, but its raw and real and even between his forceful strokes he's praising you, telling you how good you are, how good you feel, that you take him so well, or that you're made for his cock and his alone.
But if he's in his feels about you, he prefers it slow and steady. Missionary, lotus, cowgirl, whatever it is, Zoro finds great joy in watching you enjoy yourself. He'll hold your cheek in his palm and if you nuzzle into his touch you may be rewarded with a long, passionate series of kisses and words of love between each one. He tells you that you make him happy, that you're perfect and beautiful, how he's so lucky that you put up with him, and how much he loves you.
Sanji
Also a big face watcher, just the sight of you moaning and mewling for him is enough to make the coil of delirium unravel. 
Takes a while for him to stop finishing so quickly (he loves you!), but he gets that iron will eventually - and will use it to make you into a panting, tired, sweaty mess. 
Super switchy. Sanji will always lovingly top you, but loves being the bottom. Ride him, peg him, and gently tease him all you want - just treat him like the sweet prince that he is and be affectionate. Show him that you love him, take it into your own hands and watch him melt into you. 
Really likes seeing you dressed up, just to dress you down later. Kisses your neck and coos in your ear about how lovely you look while he unzips your dress before sliding it down your shoulders and into a heap of fabric on the floor. Undresses you with a fire in his veins, taking his time to caress every inch of flesh available to him, kissing down your body while taking off each piece of remaining clothing that lies his way. 
A pussy eating king. Sanji knows taste, and will bury his nose as deep into you as he can, licking and slurping up your juices like it's his last meal. He kisses it often, usually murmuring something in his native tongue against your folds and making you shiver from the timbre of his voice. 
Usopp
The sweet boy is so shy. Takes him a few tries before he can even look you in the eye (he’ll cum too quick :( !) during. So at first he takes you mostly from behind. 
His hands love digging into the plush of your ass, though. Gets really hypnotized by the way it bounces back onto his cock and tends to lose himself in the moment and - wanting to see it move faster - absent-mindedly picks up the pace to slam into you with harder and harder strokes. 
Once he opens up a bit, you find that he's really fun in bed. He makes love to you like you're the last thing he'll ever touch, but will switch it up on the fly and rail you until tears of overstimulation peck at your tear ducts. Folds you around as he wishes, trying every angle, every position that he can wiggle the both of you into - and every time you're happy to let him experiment. 
Call him Captain Usopp mid-sex and its over for you. Something emerges from him that makes him go feral. Grabs your hair or your arms and fucks you faster and harder than he can realize himself. Very dominant this way too - demands you say it again, or to keep calling him by the name. Assaults your neck and back with kisses and bites, hungrier than ever to mark you up as Captain Usopp's girl.
Always makes sure to show his feelings for you through touch and praise, but always says “I love you!” right as he cums. 
Law
Usually has no preference on positions. Law will fuck you in any way you want. Though is apt to end up telling you how he wants to take you regardless, urging you onto your hands and knees, pressing you against a wall, or bending you over his desk. 
Great with his fingers. Coaxes several orgasms from you before even considering putting his cock in you. Long, lithe digits scissor in and out of your entrance, spurring you magnificently over the edge over and over again. Loves to shove his fingers into your mouth afterward, and can barely keep his focus when you clean your slick from them. 
Absolutely gets pussy drunk. His cock twitches wildly in response to your walls clenching around him, making his head spin with want and desire. Leans back to watch himself disappear deep inside of you again and again, mesmerized by the way your pussy grips him and how wet and warm and tight you are. 
Plays into your sensitivities. If you have sensitive nipples or breasts, his mouth is on them, sucking and licking and nibbling in ways that have you crying out for more. Sensitive clit? Law is rubbing it in slow, agonizingly sweet circles as he thrusts into you, bringing you just to the edge of reality but not over it just yet. 
Very weak for affection, especially during intimacy. Hold his hand and hear him whine before grabbing you tighter and fucking you harder, but kiss him and watch his brain fray into blissful petals of pure devotion. Has been known to stop all together to just lock his lips to yours for a while. 
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bby-deerling · 6 days
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Can I have a HC about reader finding her used string tanga in their room.. (they stole it in the washing room and..you know😝) featuring Zoro, Law, Kid and Killer 😋😎🙏. Reader finds her underwear and confronts them 👀
you need to start including sanji in these because he was made for this prompt for real
catching them with your panties (nsfw)
ft. zoro, kid, sanji, law
masterlist || commissions
cw: panty stealing, panty sniffing, jerking off, getting caught masturbating, teasing
tagging: @willowbelle @eelnoise @atanukileaf @mirillua @fanaticsnail @indydonuts @zorolux
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zoro actually doesn't mean to take a pair of your panties—he had snatched up a pile of clean clothes and accidentally taken them with him. so when you notice a familiar sliver of lace in his drawer, your face goes beet red, assuming the worst. when you confront him, he simply shrugs it off and says he didn't mean to take them. amused at how flustered you are, the smirk grows wider on his face when you ask him why he kept them instead of giving them back to you when he noticed.
"i dunno. just thought they were cute." he says with a smug grin, enjoying how your mouth hangs open, unable to respond properly. instead, you storm out of the room, so caught off guard that you forget to take your lacy underwear with you.
sanji
you really should have known better than to let sanji handle washing your clothes for you; not surprised in the least when your favorite string thong goes missing, you head into the boy's room shortly after you notice the cook enter. just as expected, he's splayed out on his bed, fisting his cock, the crotch of your panties in his mouth in a desperate attempt to taste any lingering remnants of your essence.
"you can't even lock the door? what if chopper walked in?" you snarl at him, unimpressed as his eyes blow out wide with shock.
"love, i—" he stutters, pulling the thong from his mouth as he scrambles to put words together; frozen in place, his hand is still around his cock, which only stokes the flames of your anger further.
"don't call me that while you're jerking off with my used underwear!" you exclaim, snatching your panties back and stomp out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind you.
sanji wouldn't admit it to a single soul, but he keeps going and cums twice as hard as he normally does while thinking about your angry, flustered, red face.
kid
"god—i knew it was you! stop stealing my damn underwear!" you yell at kid when you burst into his quarters and catch him jerking off with them. he's unfazed and makes eye contact with you, a wicked, crooked grin on his face as he continues to pump his cock.
"maybe i wouldn't have to take them if you'd just let go of your stupid pride and let me have the real thing." he snaps back, refusing to tear his golden eyes away from your body as he touches himself.
simultaneously disgusted and aroused, you let out a sharp exhale. "you're the fucking worst, you know that?" you say, cheeks burning as you let your eyes drift towards his thick, throbbing cock for the slightest of moments—an action that's not lost on kid.
"then why haven't you left yet? seems like you want a piece of me." he challenges. you open your mouth to respond, but have nothing witty to say, too distracted by the way his hand glides along his shaft.
"just get over here." he says impatiently, waving you over. before you have time to think things out too much, you find your feet already obeying his command as you walk towards him and pull your shirt over your head.
"don't get too comfortable. this is just a one time thing." you warn him as you unbutton your pants.
"we'll see about that, princess." he shoots back, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you up onto the bed.
law
a deer in headlights. trafalgar law is a deer in headlights when enter his room to bring him lunch and catch him with a pair of your panties in one hand and his cock in the other. before either of you can properly react, he's already teleported himself away, and you're left standing there reeling, flushed at the sight of him. you're not quite sure where he's went until you hear him cursing in the bathroom—you can practically see him, slumped over, head in his hands as he tries to deal with the embarrassment.
"law... are you okay?" you ask gingerly through the door, opting to use his name instead of calling him captain to try to ease the whirlwind of feelings descending upon him.
of course he wasn't okay. he felt awful the second he snatched your underwear from the laundry and worse that he gave into his urges, and now that you knew, it was even worse still. "i'm so fucking sorry..." he mumbles, burying his face even further into his arms.
"can i come in?" you ask softly, heat still lingering in your cheeks as the image of him touching himself to you remains burned into your eyelids.
"no." he replies harshly, unwilling to face either you or the situation at the moment.
"please?" you plead sweetly, keeping your tone as caring and sugary as possible to entice him to let you open the door, though truthfully, your hand is already on the knob and ready to twist it.
"fine." he relents, sighing as he hears the door creak, still stubbornly avoiding eye contact with you as you slide down the wall and sit beside him.
you poke him in the arm to try to gain his attention to no avail. "it's alright law, it's not that big of a deal." you say reassuringly, resisting the urge to hold him as he look about ready to pass out.
"you don't have to tell me that just to make me feel better. what i did was wrong and—" he says, though you cut him off before he can finish.
"law, i—" you start, words catching in your throat as you hesitantly gather the words together to make a subtle confession. "i know, but i don't mind." you say softly; your body tenses up with nerves while his relaxes, your words making him feel a bit less guilty. "i, um, just want to know if you like me or just, y'know, like thinking about me." you continue, swallowing a lump in your throat as you bite the inside of your cheek and await his response.
"this isn't how i wanted to do this at all." he says bitterly with a sigh as he finally turns his gaze towards you. "i like you, a lot, and i know what you just saw, but i'd like to take things slowly if that's okay with you." he says, allowing himself to let go of the breath he's been holding once the words escape him.
"i'd like that." you reply with a smile, leaning into his shoulder as law sighs with relief from both your words and the touch.
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Kitchen counter
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Fluff drabble + gn reader
Law almost jumps out of his skin when he spots you drowsy on the kitchen counter, alone in silence underneath the white lights of the submarine, almost like a lucid dream
He approaches you from behind, keeping silent
He towers over you even when sitting down, his eyes wonder on your peaceful face, eyes closed, hand under your chin while the other stays clinging to your cup of tea
You hate tea, you must’ve been desperate, looking for a cure to your sleepless night
He admires you for a while, not noticing he may appear a little bit creepy just staring, but you look just so effortlessly dreamy
“I can feel you staring, Captain” you mutter, your voice soft like a summer breeze, but it shakes Law to his core
He takes a step back and panics, but as your giggles meets his ears, he relaxes, a smirk forming in his lips as he decides to sit beside you
“Sleeping on the kitchen won’t help you rest better” you let out a tired sigh, your head turning to your Captain
When your eyes meet, Law can’t help but wonder if you always look at him the way you’re looking at him now, so sweet and warm, like he’s the answer to all of your problems
The calmness of the late night allows him to unravel, savoring the moment of your shared presence, bodies tired and souls alight
“I just had a long day”
He knew this. At very early hours of the day, he had heard your loud screaming trough the hallways of the sub, bashing over Satchi and Penguin who had thrown away an important paper you had been working on when they were tasked with cleaning your office
So you had to redo the whole paperwork
Because of this, you were late for dinner and the worst thing imaginable had happened, you didn’t get any dessert
Your favorite part of the day
Suddenly, Law feels a weight on his shoulder, he turns to see your head nuzzled on his side, eyes lost looking at the emptiness of the kitchen. A new feeling forms in his heart, he can feel it reeling going a mile per minute, warmth irradiates from his flushed face, and even though this feeling is new and alien, he likes it
Another silence falls over both, but this one’s different, this one is sweet, homely and welcome, a silence that speaks louder than any words could
Scared, Law allows his head to fall over yours, the way his body fits with yours in prefect harmony makes his heart swell. He closes his eyes and prays for this moment to remain forever, he wants you all to himself like this everyday
After a while, your weight falls slack, he peeks to see you completely asleep. He smiles to himself, a hand traveling to push away the lost strands of hair, showing him a full picture of your beautiful face
Big mistake
Another wave of that same emotion he felt moments ago washes over him, what were you doing to this poor man?
What was he to do now?
Ever so gently, he removes his arm to support your back while the other goes down to your feet so he can pick you up bridal style, keeping you close to his chest. As he walks you to your room, he feels you clenching at his shirt, looking for his warmth
He lets you down light as a feather, but a part of him doesn’t want to let go, a part of him wants to take you away
He peeks at Ikkaku’s bed praying to every god above that she hasn’t woken up, to his delight she is fast asleep without a care in the world. He tucks you in with the outmost care, before he stares at you yet again, burning this moment into his memory
“Good night” he whispers, making his way out to his bed
As he drifts to sleep he wonders if having you by his side every night would help you sleep better
It’ll help him sleep better that’s for sure
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lowkeycasanova · 1 month
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can't sleep
trafalgar law x reader
*Pic isn’t mine. I’d put the user but I can’t make out the watermark*
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Opening your eyes to the ceiling, you then glance over at the clock.
1:32 am
The soft rustle of the sheets echoed through the room as you shifted from your back to your side. The mattress molded to your figure and you closed your eyes.
Your eyes flutter open and again you glance at the clock.
1:47 am
What? How has it only been fifteen minutes? It felt like at least an hour since you closed your eyes.
Feeling pressure on your hip as you laid, you changed your position to your other side, flexing both knees up, and lazily crossed both arms over on another so they rested on your waist and closed your eyes.
Just for them to open again. You glance over your shoulder at the clock.
2:30 am
You sighed. Taking a peek at Law, a slight fown and furrow in his brows as he rested in his back. His chest rose and fell evenly with each breath. A reminder of the sleep you wish to have.
You then pivot to lay on your stomach with your hands on the pillow. You shut your eyes in an attempt to force yourself to sleep.
2:57 am
You've got to be fucking kidding.
Not even a whole hour passed away, you just laid there with your eyes closed, staring at the darkness behind your eyelids.
You twisted and turned in the bed, adjusting your position for what felt like the thousandth time trying to get comfortable.
Each second that passed echoed the persistent restlessness of your mind. Letting your thoughts roam free was never a good idea, especially at this time of night. It would make you feel more awake. One thing would lead to another and then all of a sudden you're thinking about every mistake you've ever made.
Changing your position again, you lay on your side with your back facing Law, staring at the wall a few feet away.
Unexpectedly, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist.
"Stop moving." Law mumbled.
Knowing that you inadvertenly woke him up made you feel guilty.
His embrace was comforting but knowing him, it was probably also to keep you still. You tried to allow his presence to soothe you, but unfortunately, the discomfort you felt was stubborn, promting you to release yourself from his hold.
Quietly, you slipped out of bed, treading lightly across the room as if to not disturb him further. In search of solace, you wandered to another part of the ship.
However, just as you contemplated your next move, the air around you rippled with energy. Before you could make sense of it, you found yourself back in the bedroom. It remained unchanged, except for the fact that Law was now sitting up.
"Whatever you're planning, it's going to keep you up." he warned.
You let out an soft, yet annoyed groan. That ability of his could be a nuisance.
Technically, he was right. Doing any sort of activity is going to make your body think it should be alert. And, he doesn't want to sleep without you there. Although he will never say that.
As you considered your options, he let out a sigh.
"Come back to bed." he stated and patted the space next to him. The temptation to argue was strong, but you saw the concern in his eyes.
Reluctantly, you shuffled back to bed, slipping under the covers and finding your place next to him. He resumed his previous position, wrapping his arms around you once more.
“Are you upset about something?" He asked. You shook your head 'no'.
"Try to rest." he whispered, his voiced mixed with understanding and a hint of frustration. "I won't be able to sleep properly if I know you're wandering around the ship."
"I'm trying." you sighed, letting out a breath in an attempt to calm your pounding heart. Maybe some unknown factor was causing you stress and the increased cortisol was keeping you up.
Law pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his grip gentle yet secure. "Close your eyes and relax. I'm here."
As the minutes passed, the rhythm of his breathing intertwined with yours, creating a peaceful melody that pulled you into a state of relaxation.
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roronoagem · 4 months
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Okay but like-- imagine this:
Trafalgar Law, right?
He's a man who's kinda prideful. So when he gets hurt, he doesn't want his s/o to know that he is. I mean he's a doctor, he can do it himself, right? But the thing is he got hurt by his good arm side which is the right side. His s/o finds out and helps him heal with small kisses and hugs and he's being a baby about it (he likes the attention)
characters: trafalgar d. water law
content warning: gn!reader, law being super soft and an attention seeker hehe; i haven’t reread it, so i apologise if it doesn’t make much sense and if there are typos >_< .
a/n: i love when prideful men seek attention ok? bye. (actually, i wanna say thank you for sending in reqs hehe. i’m sorry if i’m a bit slow at responding tho)
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law is too proud to actually reach out and ask for help when he’s injured. he can handle himself, he’s the doctor of the crew, he knows what he should and should not do.
he doesn’t want you to worry about him for stupid reasons.
that’s also why he doesn’t tell you — he also is full of pride. he can’t bear the thought of sitting down and being taken care of.
until . . .
“already said i’m fine,” he grumbled, not even looking at you while you bandage his arm. “whatever you say,” you focused on the task at hand before smiling proudly at your work.
“didn’t need your help,” law kept going, acting all grumpy and annoyed that you found out about his injury. “okay,” you kissed his lips and then went putting away the medical items you used just now.
law’s mind went blank before a single thought formed in his head. he actually wanted you to take care of him.
“actually,” he cleared his throat, glancing at you. “hm? do you need something else?” you turned to look at him, a hint of worry in your voice.
“no, no. i’m fine,” he reassured you, cheeks warming up as he tried to find the words. “can you, uh…”
you tilted your head to the side, just staring at him in confusion. law was quiet for some time before finally looking at your face, embarrassed for some reason.
“do that again?” he kept his voice down. you took a couple of seconds to realise what he meant, a smirk curving your lips as you walked closer to him once again.
you kissed law on the lips a second time, gently. you sat next to him and pulled him closer as to hug him, his eyes widened but he leaned into your comforting embrace. you chuckled and held him in a hug before kissing his forehead too.
“do you feel better now?” you teased him a little, enjoying this moment to the fullest. “hm hm,” he closed his eyes, not liking the idea of you making fun of him. even though getting such attentions from you made his heart race in his chest. he couldn’t deny that it was a pleasant feeling, you taking care of him and being this sweet.
you cupped his cheek and caressed his skin, you leaned closer to kiss him once more. law wrapped his arm around your body and sighed, resting his head against your chest.
“you really needed a break, you know,” you murmured, you were genuinely concerned about him overworking himself. “i think my cheek hurts too,” he ignored you completely, sounding like a little boy as you started giggling. you kissed his cheek, noticing a satisfied expression appearing on his face. “my mouth too,” he added then, abandoning the embarrassment and pushing his pride aside.
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pinejayy · 2 months
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➤ being needy and horny || one piece men
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- Riding his thigh and mumbling how much you need him inside of you “Please…sweetheart I need you. Please do something.” And as you’re riding his thigh you moan softly as you feel your clit rub against his pants, he smirks at your reaction, your sweet whimpers and moans are music. “Come you can beg better than that. Come on dear ~ Tell me what you need.” He whispered against your ear, dragging his lips across your neck and nibbling onto the soft skin. And if you finish on his leg he’ll shake his head “Look at the mess you made, naughty pet.” And slowly he would insert one finger into your needy hole, moving slow. “Beg…for it.”
dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace, trafalgar law.
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- “Haha…look at the needy horny bitch?” He mumbled as he sat on the edge of his bed, with you between his legs on your knees. He smirks as he grabs his cock and slaps you slightly with it. “Let’s see how much you want it.” Grabbing your hair and forcing you to take in his full length down your throat, and letting out a deep chuckle as he heard you gag around his length. As your bobbing your head up and down, you were getting wetter by the lewd sounds that was coming out from his mouth and slowly your hand started to trail down to dripping core and before you could do anything he yanked you away and smirks. “Touching yourself without permission? Looks like someone needs to be punished.”
eustass kid, sir crocodile, rob lucci, arlong.
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- Walking behind him as he was sitting down minding his own business, wrapping your arms around his neck leaning in and placing kisses along his neck. “Please I’m so horny-” You didn’t have a chance to finish your sentence before he quickly turned around and threw you on his shoulder and took you straight to the bedroom before stripping you from your clothes. And before you could react he’s already between your legs eating like there’s no tomorrow. Licking your wet folds, and dragging his tongue across your clit making you arch your back. Moaning his name as you tug onto his hair. “So fucking good, so needy…taste so fucking good.” And he’s going to eat you for hours until a whimpering mess.
vinsmoke sanji, roronoa zoro, sabo.
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- His soft grunts and moans filled the room, as your head bobs up and down on his hard member. “Fuck….your mouth feels good…so good dear.” He couldn’t help but tug onto your hair. Moaning around his member you couldn’t help but rub your needy clit. “And touching yourself too.” He grunts, biting his lip holding back his moan. It was a beautiful sight. His cock wrapped around your pretty little lips while you’re teasing yourself. He couldn’t but moan your name under his breath. And after awhile he came undone, cumming down your throat. Swallowing everything and pulling away and opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out making him blush. “Can I return the favor?” He asked shyly, he was red as a tomato but you couldn’t help but blush and slowly nod your nod.
franky, usopp, donquixote rosinante (corazon), buggy the clown, charlotte katakuri.
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- This crusty dirty pink rat is only going to think about himself and himself only. Oh you’re horny? Well that’s too bad you better get on your knees and take his cock like a good girl. He doesn’t care if you’re crying and begging for some kind of pleasure and honestly he’s gonna laugh at your face if you’re crying. “I can’t believe you’re that horny that you’re crying.” He mocked you. But if he’s feeling nice or you’ve been a really good girl he’ll gladly take his time with you in the bedroom for the night. He’ll make you cum with his tongue and by god this evil man knows how to use his fingers. He’ll make sure you’re screaming his name. He doesn’t care if anyone hears your moans.
donquixote doflamingo.
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- Please give this adorable innocent man a hug and a kiss on the check. And he loves cuddles and cute dates!! He actually loves showing you off to his friends and a certain cook gets jealous. But yes please show this man love and affection. Lots of sweet words and he’ll gladly share his food with you because you’re so special!! And please buy him a lot of meat. He’ll love you to the the very end!! uwu
monkey d. luffy.
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fluffycalamari · 2 years
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Law x Tattoo Obsessed!Reader Drabble
CW: n/a
Characters: Law and y/n
A/N: This is self indulging, I am in love with Law’s Tattoos and I do fully plan to get his body tattoos.
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Your admiration of your social recluse, raven head lover’s tattoos has never been a secret. And any I mean ANY chance you get to trace them you’ll take it. Law’s confused on why you give his tattoos so much attention; you see them everyday, they aren’t new to you. He won't admit it but deep down he cherishes your actions.
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Everytime without out fail before bed you’ll trot up to Law and grab his hands; pulling them close to your eyes, inspecting them while smiling. You silently commend the percise lettering on his fingers. Your touch is soft as you use your thumbs to circle the ink that’s permanently painted onto your partner. “I know I tell you this every night.” you began, slowly tracking your hands up his arms to the next set of tattoos. “But I find you truly beautiful, tattoos and all.” A soft chuckle comes from Law, plastered on his face a slight smile. “I know y/n-ya.” he proceeds to plant his hands on your waist, “I know I don’t say this much, but, I love you y/n-ya” Your face heats up and you smile as you continue to trace over his tattoos. "I love you too Law."
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fanaticsnail · 2 months
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Kiss their cheek
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Word Count: 220-650 for each character
Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law, Kid
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Synopsis: It was a simple reaction, an impulse you felt organic and out of your control. Their cheek was right there, and the swell in your chest and spike of adrenaline prompted you to lunge forward and capture their cheek beneath your lips. How do they react to such a soft touch? Do they shy away, or do they respond in kind?
Notes: I have hit a follower milestone and I am freaking out about it. I don't normally post about the follower count, but this is simply too incredible to not mark the occasion for. To distract myself from the sheer number of you that found my writing good enough to follow, I have a little drabble for you to enjoy for my favorites. To quote the goodest and bestest boy there ever was: “Thank you for loving me.” I love you all too. All 1,200+ of you.
Themes: cheek kisses, feelings, monster trio, supernova trio, crewmate!reader, unrequited love, confessions of love, no prior romantic relationship, gn!reader, pure fluff, A little OOC while I'm still learning about a couple of the blorbos.
Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @cinnbar-bun
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Blackleg Sanji
“Dinner was beautiful as always, Sanji,” you cooed at him, swooping forward and collecting his smooth cheek beneath your lips in a small kiss, “Well done, Chef.” Holding his cheek in contact with your lips for a few moments longer before pulling away with a broad smile. 
“You’re most welcome, love,” he returned your affectionate demonstration, his lips finding your cheek and grazing your flesh with his lips. 
Both of you reacted as if this touch was not uncommon, not something out of the ordinary in the slightest. This was the first time you had given him this small gesture, demonstrating your appreciation for his hard work with something as simple as a small kiss. 
The fact that this kiss was so freely given to him had Sanji’s heart catch in his throat, his pulse rapidly beating and elevating the flow of his adrenaline through his veins. His family of origin comes from a culture that kisses on the cheeks to greet and farewell friends, acquaintances and even enemies. Why did this kiss feel so perfect against his skin? 
He would do anything to feel your lips on him again, often giving you preferential treatment in the hopes your lips would find his skin once more. Should he gather up the courage to turn his head, claiming your lips within his own, would you turn away? He hoped you wouldn’t. 
Roronoa Zoro
His mind could not comprehend the moment that just befell him. 
It was a simple night of comradery and relaxation. The air felt alight with joyful merriment: Brook playing music, Sanji ensuring each of you had an adequate meal. It felt light: nothing plaguing, hunting, seeking, nor fighting. It was simple, and that is what it felt. 
It being a simple and small kiss against his right cheek.
“You are an excellent first-mate, Zoro,” you laughed up at him, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, “A noble knight and fearless protector.”
Zoro’s head couldn’t produce a single thought to form a string of a sentence. He had not felt this way, the ignition of a small swell of passion to not involve swordsmanship, ever before. 
In all the realms of intimacy and subtle touches, Zoro was inexperienced in receiving and reciprocating. Zoro was, for lack of a better word, a virgin to such an expression of unbridled affection. 
“Th-Thanks, I guess?” he grunted, his brows arching at you. You giggled, patting him on the shoulder and offering him a warm smile. 
“You’re welcome, soldier,” you cooed up at him before turning on your heel, following the gentle rise in rhythm with your hips, dancing along to Brook’s playing. He followed your movement with a keen eye, more enthusiastic about your gentle sway and soft laughter than he was moments prior. 
Monkey D Luffy
“Oh, Captain!” you smiled at him, hooking your arm over his shoulder and drawing him close to your face, “Your cheeks are so cute. I could just-,” you halted your words, lunging forward and peppering his tanned cheeks with several fluttered kisses, humming throughout each press. 
“Oi, oi, Docinho,” he chuckled, swatting at your hands and writhing within your arms, “Stop that. I am a hardened criminal. I am a captain! You’re not meant to think I’m cute, you’re meant to dote on me and offer me tribute of your loyalty!” You giggled, allowing him to swipe your body away from his. 
His eyes darted away from yours, his lips curved in a soft pout with his brows furrowing in a deep frown. For a moment, you thought you truly offended him by your lips finding his skin. Your eyes widened, your hands shaking defensively to desperately retract your affectionate touch.
“I’m sorry, Captain. I didn’t mean to-,” you were silenced by several inexperienced kisses littering your cheeks, nose and forehead. The cheeky chuckle that followed each of the small pecks only prompted your mind to chase your heart with its rapidity. He placed his hands over your shoulders, laughing whole-heartedly at your frazzlement. 
“If this is the way you’re offering me tribute as a wonderful captain,” he hummed thoughtfully, “Perhaps I’m not so bad at the job after all.” 
Trafalgar D Water-Law
“You work too hard,” you sigh against his cheek, pulling away from his cool flesh and raking your eyes over his face, “You deserve to take a break some time.” You watched the small hue of pink rise to dust over his cheeks, his hair at the nape of his neck standing alert and rigid. 
Unsure what exactly prompted you to seek out your captain’s cheek with your lips, you were regretting the small brush of your lips over his smooth skin the instant you drew yourself away. Watching as Law inhaled a deep breath through his nose, he exhaled a lengthy breath through his lips: following the small gesture with a soft hum. 
“Just know that you’re appreciated, Sir,” you reiterated your stance, ensuring you held your eyes against his to reinforce your seriousness, “I-... We appreciate you, Captain. We love you, and want to help you achieve your goals. Just-... Just know that, okay?” 
Yellow eyes followed your exit, watching every step that you took and hearing the hollow floor ricochet the reverberating tap of your boot heel. His haunted gaze held firm to your retreat, silence growing heavy at the closure of his office door. 
He could not stop thinking about the kiss all day. The way your lips felt against his cheek, the way he felt the small elevation of your smile - the way his heart swelled in his chest, and the way his breath caught in his throat. He wanted to know what it meant. He needed to know if you were being friendly and supportive, or if you wanted more. 
Lips over his cheek, the catching over the words “I appreciate you” with your reassurances that he is loved and worthy of devotion, inhibited him from welcoming slumber for several days. In the hopes of providing him encouragement and loyalty to soothe his rapidly sporadic mind, you aided in him in only finding restlessness. 
Growling at his own racing emotions, he hastily drew up the transponder snail and dialed your personal shell. He awaited the annoying hum, the crackle of the receiver halting as you picked up the call. 
“C-Captain?” your groggy voice called over the snail, “Cap, it’s nearly five in the morning. I clocked off the overnight shift and only just got to sleep-.”
“-Do you love me?” he quickly spurted the words before he could stop them. 
Your mind did not have the capacity to mask your words, given your groggy sleep deprivation. Yawning your answer into the transponder, Law’s heart raced at hearing your words.
“Of course I love you. We all love you,” you confirmed, rolling your neck and taking a moment to collect yourself, “You’re my captain. I pledged my allegiance to follow you, sir. What are you calling me at-?”
“-No,” Law’s voice crackled over the receiver, his tone immediately waking you of your prior tired state, “I need to know what it meant. I need to know what it meant. Why did you kiss me?”
“What?” you began, shaking your head and brows beginning to knit in confusion, “I don’t understand what you’re-.”
“-Why would you kiss me knowing your lips would haunt me? Knowing that that kiss you gave would scorch and mark my heart?” his voice rose as his temper boiled over the edge. “You know I closed myself off to this bullshit. You know what giving me a small amount of your affection would do to me. Why would you-?”
“-Because I love you, Law,” you uttered in a low voice. You flung your legs over the bed, feet finding your sleep shoes beneath your mattress. Your confession hung heavy in the air, your heart and mind fully awake and comprehending your every waking minute. Silence was heavy and swollen with tension, your mind racing over all the possible retorts Law could throw at you. 
Dismissal, execution, exile, abandonment: these were the responses you deduced to be the most appropriate response. In its stead, you were greeted with a small huffed chuckle and a low rumbled retort.
“Come to my office,” he hummed into the receiver, “Show me more. I-I-...” the transponder crackled as Law found his words, “...-I need more.”
Eustass Kid
“In some cultures, it’s seen as a sign of respect,” you nodded your head, bowing your down to him, “It’s an extension of submission and admission to serve beneath a mighty ruler. Hands are the most common to touch, but kissing a cheek is the most intimate expression of-.”
“-Fine, you can kiss me,” the gruff rumble of Eustass Kid’s voice dismissively crackled. He rolled his eyes, turning his cheek away from you to hide the bite of his lip to stifle his rising blush. 
Affectionate touches was not something Kid, nor his crew, were very experienced in receiving. When he offered you the chance of joining his crew to achieve his goals, Eustass Kid did not expect you to dote and coddle each of his crewmen into submission beneath your affectionate touches. As the last member of his crew to be a recipient of your gentle touch, he truly did not comprehend why his heart was beating with anxious rapidity. 
“Only if you’re sure-,” you began, halted by a harsh bark from your captain.
“-I said it was fine, didn’t I?” his gruff voice cut through the air. While his head was still turned from you, he stretched out his right hand to await a small touch from your lips. 
But his cheek was right there. You couldn’t help but spring at the opportunity to rise up to Eustass Kid’s seated position on the wooden bench aboard the deck. He was ripe for doting and peppering a flurry of kisses all over his face, but you held yourself back from such an expression of unbridled affection. You opted to start slow.
Gently touching his shoulders, you stooped down and pressed a sweet and intentional kiss atop the apple of his cheek. You felt his breath catch in his throat, an unintentional whimper halting in his nose at the soft expression of your admiration.
As you pulled away from him, your upper left arm was caught by the wide and firm grasp of the captain of the Victoria-Punk. His face was still turned away from you, but the crimson hue of his pale face gave away the elevation of his heartbeat. 
“I’m sorry, Captain. I should’ve just gone for the hand-,” you began, attempting to tug away from his grip and apologize properly to him. 
“C-Can I-...” he grunted out a gruff cough, continuing to hold his face away from yours, “...Can I have another one?”
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honeybleed · 3 months
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— ★ MALLRATS // TRAFALGAR LAW
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content & warnings: fem!reader, smut (car sex, breast play, vaginal fingering, riding, spit, creampie) non-canon (set in the 90s) law works at a comic book store, reader works at a clothing store, porn no plot mdni
author’s note: peep this fan art hehe
word count: 1.4k
“Yo.”
Law looked up from his comic as he sat behind the counter.
It was a sweltering summer day, and even the air con albeit dusty and aged was no use.
He’d taken off his button-up and wore a wife beater, showcasing his rich tan and inky black tats.
“I need some change. I’m running low on small bills.” You said plainly.
“S-sure.” Law stuttered as he shot up from the chair, rising to his full towering height.
He winced, hating how shaky his voice was. Rubbing the nape of his neck.
Clearing his throat, he stared right at you. Which only made it worse because you being up close with your face was making his heart race even more.
You arched an eyebrow as Law struggled with opening and fumbled with the cash register in front of him.
Coins and notes dropping haphazardly on the floor.
Law wanted the ground to swallow him up whole as you placed a hand on the counter, the other on a hip as you gave him a bemused look.
Law’s co-worker Shachi let out a snort at the scene unfolding in front of him.
He knew he’d be no better if he was faced with a bold and pretty girl like yourself but Law was rarely flustered.
“How much do you need?” He blurted out, words clashing together.
“Just a mix of twenties, tens, and fives.” You replied as you looked at your nails, this ordeal taking far longer than it should’ve been.
He handed the bills, and you purposely grazed your slender thumb over the inked letters of “DEATH” on his knuckles.
“Thanks, Traffy.” You winked.
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“What was your deal back there?” You giggled as you sat in the cracked leather backseat of Law’s beat-up Camaro.
“Just not used to you popping up like that.” He murmured.
His hand snaked up your throat, gripping your jaw to tilt it back as he traced open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
“Mhm? Maybe I’ll come around more often.” You remarked, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle back a moan at Law’s tongue gliding along your sensitive skin.
You both pretended to not know each other to avoid the other busybodies in the mall making you two the topic of conversation. But it didn’t stop Law’s brain from short-circuiting every time you dropped by in your skimpy clothes.
“And do what? Tease me in that little tight skirt? Last thing I need is to get a hard-on in a place that smells like Funions.” He said wryly as he pulled away from your neck.
It was no secret Law hated working at the store.
He loved comics and the other paraphernalia but the customers were usually jackasses that prioritised mint condition comics and figurines over deodorant.
“Dunno. It’s fun seeing all the guys get excited over the glance of an actual girl.” You grinned as you faced Law, nipping his chin. It was difficult to crack a smile out of him but you always managed to.
You ruffled his jet-black spikes as you smiled at him.
“Makes me wanna break their jaw when they look at you.” He said a little darkly as he shifted to place you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips as you straddled him.
He rolled your shirt up above your boobs as an impish grin tugged at his lips.
“No bra?”
“Shut up.” You snickered as you rolled your eyes.
Your laughter turned into moans as you felt Law’s mouth latch onto your breast, his tongue swirling around the pert bud as his smoky grey eyes were fixated on yours.
The sounds of him suckling on the flesh as well as your soft moan sent a shiver down Law’s spine.
Your breathing became labored as the intensity of his gaze caused heat to pool in your gut.
Your fingers threaded in his coal-black tresses.
“…Law.” You murmured, feeling lightheaded at the way your nipples strained at the exposure to the cool air as well as the way his mouth consumed you.
Your back arched as he flicked his tongue across its peak, you gasped and let out a soft sigh.
Shutting your eyes, your hands still memorised him well. Your hands trailed along his toned biceps, then dropped to slip underneath his black mesh vest.
He shuddered as he felt your acrylics rake against his flanks, and trace along the lean muscle.
He could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your touch, and you revelled in the warmth of his skin against your fingers.
A content sigh escaped from your lips as you ground against Law, rubbing yourself against his clothed crotch.
His large hands cupped your hips to lift you slightly as he undid his pants.
He smirked as he noticed your reaction.
“Seems like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, huh?” He muttered as he kissed the crook of your neck, using his other hand to rub small circles on your inner thigh.
Law’s length sprung free and slapped against his abs, you grinning as you fisted his cock.
“Easy.” He hissed, panting a little.
You murmured an apology as he met your lips once again.
“You ready for this?” He asked.
Law slipped his long digits into your wet heat, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he sucked your tongue gently, sounds of lips smacking taking up the backseat.
“Mmm, you're so wet. You want me inside you?” He said, voice almost a growl between kisses as your hands cupped his jaw. You nodded and whined as you felt his finger curl against you.
“Please…” You whined.
Law groaned as he heard your breathy moans and sighs, the heat in his groin intensifying.
“Oh, fuck. You know how to drive me crazy, don't you?” He smirked against your lips as your tongue tangled together, saliva dribbling down your chins.
He slipped another finger into you, thrusting harder and faster.
“That's it, baby. Cum for me.”
He rubbed your swollen nub faster, pumping his fingers into her harder and deeper, making her gasp and writhe with pleasure in his lap.
“Let go for me, babe.”
“I’m s’close Law, please..!” You gasped out as your velvet walls began to pulsate around his digits and your stomach caved in with your heavy breaths.
As your essence coated his fingers he withdrew almost immediately, causing you to whine from the loss of warmth.
“You look so beautiful when you cum.” He panted as he brought his fingers to your lips. “Have a taste, princess.”
You nodded eagerly and enveloped his fingers with your plump lips as you held his wrist, swirling and lapping up your juices as your eyes fixated on him.
Law couldn’t hold back the grunt at how aroused he was at the sight, feeling his cock stirring all over again.
He crushed his lips against yours again, tasting you on your tongue, his hands on your hips and helping to guide you down, groaning as he felt himself being sheathed inside your warmth.
“Ahh...shit, you feel so good. Just take it slow, okay? Don't want to hurt yourself.” You said gently, strained as the veins in his neck bulged.
“Promise…” You mumbled as you set your hands on his broad shoulders as you slowly began to roll my hips, sliding up and down his veiny cock.
Law grunted as he felt you move on top of him, his hands grasping onto your hips to guide your rhythm.
“Take your time.” He leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss, another hand moving up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently as you bounced on top of him.
He felt his excitement hitting a boiling point.
“I’m gonna cum, shit.” He thrusted up into you a few more times before he feels himself spilling inside you, filling you up with his cum as he repeated your name.
You felt your body go limp as you slumped against him, burying your face into his neck as you breathed heavily.
Law held you close, a feeling of contentment and pleasure washing over him as your heated skin was on his.
“You okay, baby?” He asked softly as he stroked your back softly, catching his breath.
“Fuck, it’s so stuffy in here..” You whined at the car windows fogging up.
Law chuckled as he looked around, noticing the mist on the windows.
“Yeah, we might have to crack a window or something.” He leans over you to roll down the passenger window, feeling the cool night air rushing in. “Better?”
“Mhm.” You smiled as you lay on his chest, his arm tight around you.
author’s note: again w the porn no plot drabbles again i guess lmao 👨🏽‍🦯 if u enjoyed this reblogs and interactions r always appreciated
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loresona · 5 months
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My Love Mine All Mine
Inspired by that one Mitski song, obviously. Just under 1k words of mushy loveliness, silly pirate doctor has me in a chokehold.
law x fem reader, somewhat smutty
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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
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