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creamiceandsugar · 3 days
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So I knelt beside the river and I drank until
I drank until I drank until I died
But something in the water must have brought me back
it brought me back it brought me back to life
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dannymans66 · 3 days
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I really like the Law fanboy thing, it's just so silly.
Grown ass man who likes comic book villains loser
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Also my posts are going to slow down for a bit as the previous ones were just old stuff that I did like weeks ago.
I might post more old drawings if I like them enough not too probable however
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lover-lyn · 3 days
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Law has never been good at "feelings"
But you make him want to try
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Captain!Law who never thought he'd fall in love, especially not with somone on his crew
Captain!Law who, despite this, let's his mind wonder during the calmest and darkest nights to how It'd feel to wrap his arms around you
Captain!Law who let's his hand linger on yours a little more than necessary when handing you somthing
Captain!Law who pulls you aside at the end of every battle to make sure all your Injuries have been tended to
Captain!Law who swears he's just looking out for a crew member like any good and responsible captain should, that's all!
Captain!Law who walks you back to your room after he catches you having a midnight snack to make sure you get some rest
Captain!Law who knows you've had a restless night, so once you wake up, you find a freshly made cup of coffe made just how you like it waiting for you
Captain!Law who feels slightly guilty after hearing you complain about how someone had bought the last copy of the book you had been looking for for months now
Captain!Law who sneaks into your room during your birthday and places the book on your nightstand, hoping you'll forgive him for making you have to wait to read such a captivating story
Captain!Law who puts penguin and shachi on barthroom cleaning duties after they had pranked you and accidently ruined you book
Captain!Law who gets you a hardcover version of the book during some holiday, but decides that he wants to hand it to you in person
Captain!Law who stands there for a couple of minutes, flustered after you kissed his cheek as thanks
Captain!Law who is overjoyed upon finding a limited edition version of the newest " Sora warrior of the sea" in his room on his birthday
Captain!Law who awkwardly thanks you for the gift while passing you in the hallway
Captain!Law who decides to be brave once more and presses a kiss to your forehead to show his gratitude
Captain!Law who's not religious, but thanks God that he had done that as you pull him down by his shirt to press your lips against his
Boyfriend!Law who tells you that he'd like to keep your relationship private for now
Boyfriend!Law who knows not to underestimate his crew, he knows that they'll find out sooner or later, whether you tell them or not
Boyfriend!Law who internall panics when penguin barges in on the two of you making out in his office
Boyfriend!Law whos utterly dumbfounded after the crew told him that they already knew, in fact, they knew about his feelings before the two of you got together
Boyfriend!Law who thought he was such a good job at hiding his feeling when in reality everyone, including you, knew about his feeling before he did
Boyfriend!Law who starts drinking less and less coffee, he claims it because he now has a better routine, definitely not becaus he gets nightly cuddles
Boyfriend!Law who hates arguing with you, he finally found somone who loves him and so so scared that his stubbornness will drive you away
Boyfriend!Law who needs constant reassurance that you won't leave, that no matter what happens you stay by his side and support him as he supports you
Boyfriend!Law who just knows Corazon would've loved you
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Law will always have my heart <3
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hellpasso · 3 days
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traffytaffy · 2 days
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OP Men and “confessing”
Ft. Law, Kid, Zoro
Hey! I was not expecting how the last post was going to go. So thank you so much! As promised, i made a follow up. Im sorry it took so long as well….i hit a writers block😙
So consider this part 2 to this post!⤵️
OP Men and being “told” they are in love with you
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Law;
This was an accident. An accident in which he wanted to throw Shachi, Penguin, Ikakku, and Bepo overboard.
You were ordered to organize medical supplies in the closet that was connected to the room he was in. You kept the lights off cause the light of the room Law was in lit up the closet so you could see just fine.
The group barges in.
“Captain, we dont know where your little crush is at. Have you seen them?” Penguin teases while asking curiously.
Law’s face goes cold. His eyes widen and his mouth opens and he does a “knock it off” motion with his hands.
“What? Your hands fell asleep?”
Law sighed.
“They’re right there.” He pointed at the closet door where you slowly walked out, a blush spreading to your ears at what Penguin had said.
Bepo, who was behind the rest slowly backed away. Law scowls at them. They knew where this was going. They have no chance to defend themselves before his fingers go up.
“Shambles”
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You are left alone with Law. His eyes couldnt dare to meet yours.
“Dont listen to what they sa-“
“Is it true?” You interrupted him with slight hesitation.
His eyes finally met yours. He didnt have to say anything for you to understand what those yellow orbs were saying to you. And most of all, he knew he couldn’t lie to you at this point.
“Yes…” he says softly.
“Like….wise?”
He gasps softly and immediately looks up. His feet move on their own as he was no longer in his chair, but instead right in front of you.
“You mean that?”
You nod. More sure than anything.
Law leans close to you… he didnt know if what he was thinking was the right choice. Every little thing he did was thought for. It all had a plan, no matter how small it was. But there were rare occasions of impulsiveness…this was that occasion…He decided to take that risk.
His hand cups your cheek, your lips were caressed by back and forth swipes of his thumb.
“May I?” He asks, you can hear the boost of confidence in his voice behind the loud beats of your heart.
You don’t hesitate for once and nod. When your lips go crashing into one another, you can feel a few pair of eyes watching at the edge of the doorframe. They had somehow ran all the way from where they were sent so they didn’t miss the show. Law doesn’t pull away from this moment. A moment he waited ages for. But he does lift his hand up.
“Uh oh”
“Shambles”
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Kid;
“Huh?” You raise your eyebrows at his declaration towards Killer. “What did Killer do?”
You had a soft look in your eyes. You were worried that you had done something or that you were unwanted in his workshop right now. “I can leave..”
“No,no. Stay.” Kid said with his usual rough voice but it had a hint of softness in it.
“What did you need me here for?”
“For nothing.” He said bluntly.
His lack of answers and short responses was making you feel stupid. Did he want you here or not? Frankly, you were starting to get a bit annoyed.
“Are you trying to mess with me or something?”
“What? Why would i do that?” He says as he turns back and does sketches for an upcoming design for some new machinery.
“I don’t know. You’re busy right now and killer sends me in here just for you to say you don’t need me! Did you want company?”
“No.”
You scoff. Kid notices his behavior and decides to tone it down.
“I-i mean yes. Company… sure”
You roll your eyes.
“Im leaving.”
But before you can walk off, a calloused and warm hand catches your wrist. A calloused and warm hand lifts your chin to meet his gaze. A calloused and warm hand cups your cheek. A calloused and warm hand goes behind your head and pulls you closer.
He studies your face. Making sure you were aware of what he was going to do. Making sure you were comfortable enough for him to proceed. When you give a slight nod, his red lips crash into yours… it was soft… testing-out-the-waters kind of soft until he decided to really get into it.
It isnt when he pulls away and you look up at him in shock that he gives you a smug smile.
“You can go now.”
You smile and begin to walk away, but before you do, you look at your face in a nearby reflection. Your lips had his lipstick stains and you look back at him.
“Damn. You need some kiss-proof lipstick”
You wipe the red smears off your lip.
“And you need to go to hell.”
But he did what you suggested. He bought kiss-proof lipstick…for you.
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Zoro;
The crew was all gathered at the table for breakfast. A usual routine in the morning. But….everyone was at the table except you and Zoro.
Nami thought she hit jackpot with your late appearances. She leaned over towards Sanji and whispered in his ear. Sanji listened intently and did multiple “uh huh”’s in agreement before his eyes widened.
“HE’S WHAT!? ZORO’S IN LOVE WITH-“ He shouted out in which Nami quickly covered his mouth just in time.
“Shut up idiot! Thats why we’re asking for your help!”
“I’ll do it. Just to see y/n reject him” he smirked devilishly.
Nami face palmed and Robin giggled.
Soon enough, the plan was whispered to the entire table, and as soon as she sat back down, you walked in with Zoro right behind.
You sit down, Zoro right next to you as Sanji served breakfast. But just like Nami’s plan… and a touch of his self. He swooned over you. Every compliment in the book was thrown at you. You couldn’t help but blush and thank him.
Zoro on the other hand? He was fed up.
He could only take so much. But once he saw that Sanji was getting to you? He slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and faced Sanji, face to face.
“You trying to do something cook?”
“Like what? Serve my fellow crewmate?”
“You know damn well-“
“Why are you so mad anyways? You in love or something?” Sanji snapped back with a mocking tone at the end.
“Oh im going to end you!” Zoro unsheathes one of his swords.
“Try me!”
Zoro and Sanji both position themselves to fight each other. You stand up and get in between them.
“Enough! Sanji! Zoro! What has gotten into you?”
Zoro walks out the room with a huff. Everyone is left silent. You look around,a bit embarrassed before dashing out the door to catch up with Zoro. The cool breeze of the wind hits you as your eyes dart around the ship. He wasn’t in the crows nest. Not at the railings. Where was he?
But suddenly you can hear the sounds of knives sharpening. You turn the corner and see the green-haired man you had come to admire and love. You see him sitting in a corner, sharpening his blades. He can feel your presence and he immediately turns away.
You walk up to him and sit down.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“Don’t play dumb”
He sighs, knowing he couldn’t run away from this. He literally couldn’t run away, considering they were in the middle of the ocean and he was too tired to throw himself overboard at this point.
“Why were you so defensive of me over Sanji?”
“Don’t play dumb” he repeats the words you had told him just a minute ago.
He places a hand on his heart and then with that same hand reaches to your chest and touches your heart. He gives you a look that says “do i have to say it out loud?”
Your eyes widen in realization. Was he saying that… he was in love with you? There was no doubt about it.
“Oh i see.”
Your short response made him scoff.
“Just forget it”
You notice that your reaction was getting to him. You had to fix this. You had to let him know that this wasn’t something to easily dismiss. Your hands instinctively reached out to his heart. His shoulder became a resting spot for your head. And his ear was all you needed to voice through to him.
“Im not.”
He softly gasps as he looks down at you. His face revealing a blush of a tomato.
“Shut up”
And all you do is giggle. Cause you..only you knew there was alot more care and heart in those words.
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vee-lo0 · 21 hours
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If doflamingo had a social media account
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sen-ya · 2 days
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some luffy & law bein childhood friends for @blackyote :^)
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fanaticsnail · 17 hours
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That Thing I Like
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Word count: 2,100+
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Synopsis: You are ships counselor to the Polar Tang. For the past four days, you had been called into Law’s office over the Den-Den transponder speakers. The crew assumes you two had began a relationship, but what actually occurs is far more intimate than any romantic encounter.
Themes: Law x gn!reader, platonic yearning for more, crying, angst, swearing, hurt with comfort, processing grief, professionalism and duty getting in the way.
Notes: @feral-artistry said she wanted some comforting Law. Man needs a hug. Go comfort your captain, he needs you. I hope you enjoy your gift!
Tag list: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @i-am-vita @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity
Written with two songs in mind: Lora Lai Lo - Patty Gurdy, Baby Mine - Sharon Rooney
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Fingertips brushing with the tanned pages of your novel, focussing on the cleverly articulated poetry depicted on the pages. You began blindly reaching in front of you, your index finger meeting with the ceramic edge of your rapidly cooling teacup.
Your eyes continued to mull the same sentence over and over again, the masterful penmanship scorching into your memory as you rose your cup to your lips. Halting, you narrowed your eyes on the final two words of the sentence: “My boy.” You spoke aloud those words in a hushed whisper, brow knit and focussed.
Finally raising the teacup to your lips, you choked on the fluid within. Where you expected to taste the bitter tang and subtle sweetness of liquorice tea, your palate was assaulted immediately by the overwhelming flavor of seawater.
“Damn it, Shachi!” you immediately yelled, placing down the cup loudly on your saucer. A loud gaggle of laughter had your eyes burning with a violent rage over the spine of your novel. The redhead smirked at you, his brother in arms, Penguin, clutching his own chest alongside grasping Shachi’s bicep.
“I couldn't not!” he confessed between cackles, “It was right there!” You shook your head at him, rising to your feet and readied yourself to berate your fellow Heart-Pirate crewman, only for the drone of your Captain to spark over the Den-Den speakers.
“Ships’ Counselor, to my office,” your anger immediately cooled, huffing away your exasperation with a puff of breath.
“Saved by the captain, as per usual, Orka,” you snarled at him. His smirk only widened as you shook off the flavor of seasoned water with a shrug of your shoulders and a rotation of your neck.
“Ooooh, Counselor to the Captain’s office,” Penguin taunted you with a higher pitch to his regular drone, “How many times does that make this week, hm Shach?”
“That makes the fourth day in a row, Pen,” Shachi taunted back. You placed your marker within the pages of your novel and tucked it within your satchel. Shaking your head at the both of them, you eyed them off cautiously.
“Four days of not so secret, secret meetings,” Penguin continued in his teasing tone, “What do you get up to in there? Want to share with your two bestest friends?”
“After that little stunt?” you quipped at him, gesturing to the ceramic teacup, “Absolutely not."
“It was just a little switch-e-roo,” Shachi chuckled, “A little switch up to make things interesting.”
“I will get you back for that little switch up, boys,” you threaten them with narrowed eyes and a wide smirk, “When you least expect it, I'll enact my revenge.” The seriousness in your tone had both men on edge beneath your icy tone. 
“Jokes on you,” Penguin snarled your name in a hushed whisper, “I'm always on edge.”
“A terrible coping strategy, Pen,” you remark with a soft chuckle, “When you're ready to work through that, make an appointment with me, okay?” He hummed a soft acknowledgement at your comment, both men watching as you turned to make your way through the Polar Tang. 
As you left the common area and wove your body down the hall, Shachi turned to Penguin and bumped his shoulder against his. 
“You reckon Cap and Sel are a little friendly?” he asked his dark-haired crewmate. 
“More than that, I think,” Penguin smirked in return, scrunching his nose up, “Why else would he call ‘em into the office so much?”
Both men looked at one another with a small shrug before returning to their own recreational activities in the mess hall, leaving thoughts of romantic dalliance between you and Law alone while their hobbies occupy them. 
As soon as you knock, your practiced routine for the last few days has your momentum carrying you to the desk Law remained sat behind. 
“Counselor,” Law addressed you with a soft nod. 
“Captain,” you mirrored his expression with a nod of your own. Your soft, melancholy smile rose up to your lips. 
“I need you to do that thing I like,” he confessed with an even tone. You shook your head, your brows furrowed to a low frown. 
“Captain,” you begin, shaking your head, “This is the fourth day in a row that you've-.”
“-I need it,” he spoke over you, a small growl in his tone, “I need you to do it again.” You sighed in response, weaving your way over to his position behind the desk. 
He swivelled his chair, his knees parted and hands gripping the denim over his thighs. His teeth clenched behind his tightly clamped lips, his brow deepening in a frown of his own. 
“Are you certain?” you asked him, reaching out and smoothing your hands over his shoulders before cupping his chin beneath your fingertips. 
“I know it's a request not common in your training,” he confessed, his inked fingertips tentatively and soothingly brushing over your own, “And it's well out of your job description and comfort zone. But I need you to do this for me.” 
You smile softly at him, his eyelids falling into a cresent shape with his small smile. His hat lay askew on his desk, his documents all neatly compiled in a catalogued heap beside him. 
“Alright, Captain,” you smiled at your captain, turning your hands and capturing his within your digits, “Let's go do that thing you like.”
You led Law by the hands, tugging at his wrists and slowly moved yourself to a seated position over the suade sofa in his office, patting the empty space beside you to indicate for Law to sit. 
Immediately, he fell in a heaped mess beside you. His head hit your thighs, his face hidden against your stomach as your hands gently began caressing his hair. He lay himself down, tucking his lanky legs against his chest as you began the routine you had been practicing for the past four days. 
“My boy, dry your eyes,” you sung melodically to him, your voice not professional by any means, but well enough to carry the simple melody. He immediately became transported back into a memory. 
“Tomorrow will soar, as the dove flies,” you massaged his scalp, hands soothing over the unruly strands. He tucked his head further against your stomach, using your body as a shield to muffle any uncharacteristic whimpers from falling from his lips. 
“You are loved from your head to your toes,” you continued, your own emotions almost betraying you as you felt his shoulders shuddering, “May my words spread light over woes.”
“For you are my best boy,” you repeated your lilted chorus, “My only boy.” 
As your words hung thick in the air, you attempted to ignore the dampened streaks of fresh, hot tears soaking through your shirt. You knew Law needed to linger in this space, process this state of grief and use you as a lightning rod to draw in his thundering strike of raw emotion. 
For the past four days, he needed a space to linger in his grief. When you noticed him making simple mistakes navigating the Polar Tang through still waters, you immediately set an appointment up with him to talk through it. It took you the first month to get him to open up, the following two to reassure him that nothing ever said here would leave.
It only took two months after that one to have him process his childhood with you there as an ear, a council and a guide to usher him through. You had become friends through this, sometimes using the opportunity to discuss hobbies and jokes. But lately, he would use your time together to remember all those lost to him. 
For the past four days, that focus was on his mother. 
After clutching against you within this state of vulnerability for several, you chose not to make a sound. Disguising your breath by taking lengthy inhales and exhales, your heart soared, and relief washed over you when you felt your captain match your intentional breaths. 
“Thank you,” he whispered against your naval, withdrawing his face from your body and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. 
“You've done well,” you acknowledged him, withdrawing your hands from his hair as he moved to sit upright, “Less time than the last few sessions we've done this together.” 
He hummed, his heart feeling lighter and less overcome beneath the strangling waves of oppressed sorrow. His eyes were red and glossy, the streaks of tears now drying on his cheeks. 
“Do you want to talk about it this time, or do you want to leave it?” you offered him, feeling his bare grief still lingering, “We've spoken so much about Dressrosa, Corazon and Doflamingo. Do you want to tell me why this melody means so much to you?”
He sighed, his tattooed fingers drawing over his eyes as he scraped them over his cheeks and down to his whiskered chin. 
“My mother sang that song to me every night,” he confessed in a voice just above a whisper, “She would change the lyrics for my sister when it was her turn. I would often catch her humming it when she thought nobody was around.”
You nodded along, ushering him to continue with your eyes supporting his release of pent up emotion.
“I was a child when my whole country perished with the poisoning, or the extermination,” he continued, a wave in his voice causing him to gulp back a dry lump forming, “I don't think I had the opportunity to process this before, and now that her birthday is coming up-...”
“...You miss them,” your hands subconsciously sought out his knee, giving the cap a gentle squeeze in acknowledging his emotions, “And there is nothing wrong with experiencing the gravity of such a loss well after experiencing it. You've been through so much, Captain.”
His hand reached down to cup yours over his knee, his head shaking a soft denial to your words. 
“You likely think me weak,” he confessed with a dark smile, “You have the ability to dismiss me from duty and take command, should you no longer see me fit to lead.”
“For experiencing human emotions?” you quirk your brow up, a soft smile elevating to your lips, “Hardly a valid reason for mutiny, sir.”
He chuckled at your answer, his rare smile once again drawing over his face. The moment of the memory had left him once more, his mind now fully present beside you. Your smile was one he had seen a thousand times before, but this particular one penetrated his cold heart and swelled it with an engulfing warmth. 
“I appreciate you so much, Counselor,” he admitted, his body moving against its will in a hypnotic trance as his forehead met with your own, “I will be forever grateful that Bepo convinced me that our crew needed one.”
“For what it's worth,” you whisper, closing your eyes and lingering against him, “I think you are an excellent captain,” you used your thumb to brush against his knuckles, “Your parents, your sister, your country, and Rosinante would be proud of the man you've become.” 
Lingering against each other, Law fought back the urge flooding his chest to release more of his stress physically. He wanted to lunge forward and press himself against you, cry into you and show his appreciation with embracing you.
But he remembered who he was, where he was, who you were, and who you were to him. You were an equal, a colleague, a friend, and someone who acts as both therapist and deepest confidant to him as your superior.
He could never betray that to seek out a physical dalliance, no matter how much his body screamed at him to clutch against you.
You were plagued with a similar plight, desperately wanting to join your lips with Law’s and demonstrate how safe, secure, and loved he is with you. To become a person far greater than a mere colleague to him.
These past few months had drawn you both close - but these past few days had propelled you even closer. You could never betray your station and your standing as his confidante and counselor.
As the night lingered on, you both opted to remain like this for several moments: enjoying the soft, emotional touch and the world you had carved out behind the safety of the office door. Both yearning and craving the touch to deepen between you, like a swelling rush of water behind a rapidly caving dam wall.
You just needed one more, simple push before that wall would shatter for you to give into this craving. But stubourness, duty and your minds often stood in the way of you both giving in to he desires your heart screamed for.
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short-honey-badger · 23 hours
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I was wondering if you could write a fanfic about Law and Y/n, maybe about Y/N wearing a flavor lipgloss and Law pretends not to like it!
Also love your work! Have a good day!
Hi Anon! I loved your request. I hope I did it justice! ❤️
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Law hates it and adores it when you wear your flavored lip gloss. You had a variety of flavors, but his favorite had to be the strawberry flavor. He'd watched you pucker your lips and smear the shiny gloss along them this morning and had made a quick retreat. He didn't need that temptation first thing in the morning.
However, where ever Law went, you seemed to be right by his side, those shiny lips on display and tempting him to pull you in a dark corner and kiss you silly. He ran away each time, a scowl on his face, and not noticing how down each encounter left his girlfriend.
It isn't until the end of the day that Trafalgar picks up on your mood. He catches you reapplying your gloss, your tongue sweeping over your lips, and then the sad sigh that leaves your lungs. Law curls an arm around your waist and presses his lips to the side of your head.
"What's wrong, baby?" He asks softly and smiles when you relax against his chest, then tucks you closer.
"You've run away from me all day, Law," you grumble tightly, shiny lips drawn up in a pout. His heart breaks when you turn it on him, and his eyes linger on your lips.
"Thought you were upset with me."
Law shakes his head and hugs you close, his lips pressed against your brow, feeling guilty for being such a coward over lip gloss of all things.
"I'm not mad, baby. You're just too tempting when you wear those flavored glosses you like so much," Law murmurs against your flushing skin and presses kiss down your cheeks until he reaches your lips.
The taste of strawberry bursts across his pallet when you open up for him, and Law hums in delight. He pulls away all too soon, though he can't help himself but kiss you again.
"I wouldn't be able to get any work done if I couldn't stop kissing you, sweetheart."
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merbear25 · 1 day
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Just when I was beginning to lose hope (Law)
Prompt 1 requested by @eloweemelo
a/n: Thank you for requesting this! I really enjoyed writing this for you, so I hope you like it 💜💜
CW: NSFW!!! MDNI!!! fem!reader, lovesick angst and fluff, spoilers for Dressrosa arc, fingering, vaginal penetration, slightly rough
Neither of you were looking to catch feelings, but when you first crossed paths with Law, there was an undeniable pull. You were tending to some of his injured crew during a battle in your hometown. Such selflessness and medical expertise made you stand out from so many others they'd come across. When he invited you to join his crew, you gladly took him up on his offer―sailing around the world with an interesting crew such as theirs was impossible to turn down.
The time you spent with Law was irreplaceable: late nights conducting research, perfecting solutions, and exchanging pleasant conversations. Having spent a lot of one on one time together, that pull you'd been feeling was becoming harder to resist. The more you got to know each other, the more apparent your connection was.
Exploring your newfound feelings, setting the foundation to your relationship, letting the budding love shared between flourish, such things were meant to be cherished. However, with the sweet smell of love in bloom came spring storms to potentially uproot what the two of you had been crafting.
You were well aware of Law's past and the responsibility he put on himself to carry out a loved one's lifework. Even so, there wasn't enough time in the world that would have allowed you to prepare for his departure.
Despite your heartache, such a love as yours was worth holding out hope for. Keeping him near and dear, you were as ready as you could be to go through the inevitable loneliness sure to follow.
You'd been keeping up with the news, and although you knew you had to take what was being published with a grain of salt, you couldn't keep the dread from sinking in. Such stories clutched at the hope you'd been trying to keep alive―their grip tightening, attempting to drag it to the pools of dismay forming at the bottom of your heart.
Once word got out that Doflamingo was defeated and the alliance between Law and Luffy had been established, you couldn't hold back the burning tears―seeing proof that he'd survived sent you crashing to your knees, tears of relief and gratitude streaming down your cheeks.
As he reboarded the Polar Tang, you barely recognized him; he'd become worn, yet held a sense of optimism. With the two years of his absence now concluded, you were given the chance to hold each other again, granting yourselves the privilege of getting swept away in the passion that'd reignited―the flame burning brighter than ever before.
The devotion you had for one another could never be doubted. Through quivering lips, you admitted, "I never thought I'd see you again."
Such a fear was mutual, but he didn't respond verbally, instead he deepened his kiss, which was laced with longing and desperation. He needed more than kisses though, you both did. Leading you to your bedroom, he'd already begun tugging your clothes off.
His voice was just above a whisper, his breath hot against your ear, "Let me show you how much I missed you."
Picking you up and swiftly tossing you on the bed, he was quick to climb ontop of you. As the room filled with the scent of the passion and want you had to get lost in the other's embrace, Law trailed kisses down your neck to your breasts, leaving gossebumps in their wake.
Your body reacted to each touch with readiness, begging for more. Matching your neediness, he shoved two fingers between your already slick folds and began pumping, hitting your sweet spot just right. Having gone so long without his attention, your body started twitching and your moans were already growing more urgent.
You held his head as he flicked your nipple with his tongue, earning you a low growl. Your senses were being flooded with the immense bliss he was gifting you.
"I need you, Law. Please, give me more"
Your begs served as a drug; they were laced with an addictive substance that would make it impossible to ever leave your side again.
Positioning himself over you, his searing kisses lit your lips on fire as he alligned his arousal with yours. As he plunged into you, your walls twitched and ached from the forgotten feeling of his girth stretching you out. Your gasps, your fingernails digging into him, your trembling form: you weren't making it any easier on yourself, only causing his hunger to grow.
Each thrust sent shockwaves of pain and delight coarsing throughout your body. Keeping your legs propped up on his shoulders, he had himself completely over you, needing to feel every inch. His fingers tangled in your locks and tugged, leaving you panting from the abuse being unleashed on your recently neglected form.
Bucking further and harder into you was sending you both into a frenzy. Yearning to satiate the cravings, you continued dashing towards the peak in the distance.
As your bodys collided and the slaps of your lust sounded in the room, your souls entwined, wrecking you to your cores. After taking a moment to bask in the after glow of your passion, you wrapped your arms around him, not wanting to let go of him just yet.
Allowing yourselves to gaze into the other's eyes, it was obvious that those seeds of love you'd planted so long ago were still deeply rooted and weren't going to be torn from the soil you were working so hard to maintain.
With a tender kiss on your forehead, you could finally set your woes aside. He was home, back in your arms and nothing would tear him away from you.
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keithyaa · 3 days
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"I'm an artist, I can draw anything."
(an excuse to draw this greasy emo doctor)
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miainein · 3 days
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been thinking about juggalo corazon lately
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heartlandhobbit · 11 hours
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The people's princess 👑
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space-lamplighter · 2 days
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Law: I think I made one eye bigger than the other...
*tries to keep proportions and do everything right*
Luffy: I was going for a feeling!
*we all know, we know*
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Killer: Honestly, I can't even draw a circle
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*literally drew a masterpiece, but too modest to admit it*
Law: Okay, Kid you just drew yourself
Kid: Uhh...I like me!
*whatever the task was, he drew a picture of himself*
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📼video from: Steven Universe Quotes/Clips (YouTube)
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sen-ya · 2 days
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thinkin abt what a bitch of a teenager he must have been
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