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The Night Before

Sung Jinwoo x F!Reader

NSFW: oral (f receiving)

Summary: Jinwoo reassures you he’ll always come back to you.

“I’ll be careful,” he whispered as he kissed your neck. “And be back before you know it.”

“That dungeon is a hellhole.” You frowned, grabbing his shoulders and falling back first on your bed. Jinwoo hovered over you, both hands on opposite sides of your face.

Nodding, he murmured, “I’m not disagreeing with you.” Then he brought his face closer to yours. “I’m just saying I’ll be back. I always do.”

“I know. It’s just…I get worried.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Worried that a necromancer won’t return to the woman he cares about?” He softly kissed you before moving to your ear, his voice dropping an octave, “worried that the Shadow Monarch will forget about you?”

You gulped, avoiding his gaze.

Jinwoo then separated your legs with a knee. “You’re always on my mind.”

Leaning his head against the wooden headboard, he looked down at you with intense eyes and unbuttoned your blouse which was tucked neatly in a pair of fitted trousers.

“Really?” You whispered, already knowing his reply.

“Mhmm.” He nodded, running his lips down your throat with his long fingers at your waistband, tugging on it gently. “You’re my addiction. The air that keeps me alive.” Jinwoo sat up and pulled your trousers down, smirking when he saw you were wearing his favorite panties. “Good girl.” He bowed his head and kissed you through the fabric, making you shiver.

“Jin—” you gasped. Feeling his hot breath made you leak, just a little bit.

“You’re my obsession,” he went on, his lips against your panties, “the only person who’s seen me at my worst…” he peeked up, met your gaze, and pulled them down, exposing your lower half fully. “…and at my best.”

Your blouse slipped down your arms, your bra the only layer of defense between you and him.

“I’m going to devour you,” he said quietly. “To remind you that I’ll always come back. And…” he paused, “show you that you’re mine.”

“Possessive, Hunter Sung?” You teased.

He shook his head, wrapped his slender fingers around your thighs, and leaned in. “No. Never possessive.”

“Then why…” your voice trailed.

You fell apart when his tongue licked your clit, circling it teasingly. His grip on your thighs was tight, and you felt him smile when you curled your toes and struggled to move. Jinwoo lifted you, just high enough where he tongue-fucked you slowly.

��Just lay down.” He murmured against your wet cunt, “and let me show you that you’re the reason why I’ll always come back home.”

Then he dug his tongue deeper, lapping up your flavor and swallowing it while his kept you in place.

“Not obsessed,” he breathed between kisses to your slick heat. His tongue swirled, sucked, adored. “Addiction.” He repeated, “you are my addiction.”

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no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.

I'm doing this for their own good.

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protective law headcanons? pls include the language language fruit!

protective!law, at first, was only protective for professional reasons. You possessed a skill no one else has, and now that he has access to you as a resource, he wants you to be safe.

protective!law was teased mercilessly by his crew when he defended you from a villager who was getting a little too friendly.

“Captain’s got a soft spot!”

“No, I don’t.”

protective!law and you got closer as time passed, especially when you found out he was a survivor from the Flevance purge. You helped him relearn his home language, and that strengthened the blooming friendship to slow burn. You were a piece of him that he thought was erased, but was actually just faded.

But then…

“Talk to me, Captain,” you said to him one day.

Law froze and looked at you. “Just because you know Flevancean, it doesn’t mean you understand me.”

protective!law withdrew himself from casual conversation with you. This time, he was protecting himself. Though you were not a Flevance survivor, you understood the pain of heartache and loss.

Things changed when…

protective!law found out you were a survivor from Ohara, and was one of Robin’s closest friends. From then on, he let you in, bit by bit. And he found himself caring too much when you used your devil fruit to get secrets from a foreign marine the crew captured. Or when you were at a village and Law sensed someone taking advantage of you.

protective!law wants to be with you in every verbal exchange. Just in case. And you noticed it.

“I can take care of myself, Captain.”

“Tch. Just here in case you can’t.”

protective!law is subtle with his actions and the crew deemed him as your unintended bodyguard.

protective!law hates leaving the crew behind—especially you when he chooses to go off on his own. Who else would protect you if he wasn’t there?

“Stay…safe. And don’t hesitate to ask for help.”

“Careful, Captain. It sounds like you actually care.”

protective!law falls first. And he falls damn hard for you. You’ve become a piece of his heart he guards closely, quietly, fiercely. You two are just two broken people, skilled, strong, powerful—two people who care deeply about each other and will protect the other no matter what, even if you don’t feel the same way.

-> read the promise for a small bit of their relationship

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i made that first post after waking up from a weird dream i cant remember and then went back to sleep and then two separate law RP accounts reposted it

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I’d love to read more on the language devil fruit user. It’s an interesting concept.

Thank you!

My job benefits from bilingual workers so it gave me the idea. I was also on a trip (🇵🇭) where I understood most of what was being said around me but had trouble replying back ):

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The Night Before

Sung Jinwoo x F!Reader

NSFW: oral (f receiving)

Summary: Jinwoo reassures you he’ll always come back to you.

“I’ll be careful,” he whispered as he kissed your neck. “And be back before you know it.”

“That dungeon is a hellhole.” You frowned, grabbing his shoulders and falling back first on your bed. Jinwoo hovered over you, both hands on opposite sides of your face.

Nodding, he murmured, “I’m not disagreeing with you.” Then he brought his face closer to yours. “I’m just saying I’ll be back. I always do.”

“I know. It’s just…I get worried.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Worried that a necromancer won’t return to the woman he cares about?” He softly kissed you before moving to your ear, his voice dropping an octave, “worried that the Shadow Monarch will forget about you?”

You gulped, avoiding his gaze.

Jinwoo then separated your legs with a knee. “You’re always on my mind.”

Leaning his head against the wooden headboard, he looked down at you with intense eyes and unbuttoned your blouse which was tucked neatly in a pair of fitted trousers.

“Really?” You whispered, already knowing his reply.

“Mhmm.” He nodded, running his lips down your throat with his long fingers at your waistband, tugging on it gently. “You’re my addiction. The air that keeps me alive.” Jinwoo sat up and pulled your trousers down, smirking when he saw you were wearing his favorite panties. “Good girl.” He bowed his head and kissed you through the fabric, making you shiver.

“Jin—” you gasped. Feeling his hot breath made you leak, just a little bit.

“You’re my obsession,” he went on, his lips against your panties, “the only person who’s seen me at my worst…” he peeked up, met your gaze, and pulled them down, exposing your lower half fully. “…and at my best.”

Your blouse slipped down your arms, your bra the only layer of defense between you and him.

“I’m going to devour you,” he said quietly. “To remind you that I’ll always come back. And…” he paused, “show you that you’re mine.”

“Possessive, Hunter Sung?” You teased.

He shook his head, wrapped his slender fingers around your thighs, and leaned in. “No. Never possessive.”

“Then why…” your voice trailed.

You fell apart when his tongue licked your clit, circling it teasingly. His grip on your thighs was tight, and you felt him smile when you curled your toes and struggled to move. Jinwoo lifted you, just high enough where he tongue-fucked you slowly.

“Just lay down.” He murmured against your wet cunt, “and let me show you that you’re the reason why I’ll always come back home.”

Then he dug his tongue deeper, lapping up your flavor and swallowing it while his kept you in place.

“Not obsessed,” he breathed between kisses to your slick heat. His tongue swirled, sucked, adored. “Addiction.” He repeated, “you are my addiction.”

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I'm gonna need more harvey x reader x shane for me to have a happy life T_T

Oh, thank you so much anon!! So happy to hear you liked those fics - they are definitely among my absolute favorites 💕 thank you for thinking of me!

I had a little something pop up in my head, so I have a small drabble about them below:

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner / I wanna get stuck in your head

harvey x reader x shane | 450 words

His hands are on you, grasping at your waist. Chest pressing against your back as you flex against him.

“You close?” Shane pants, the rough rasp of his voice in your ear.

The evening wasn’t supposed to go this way - but you’ve never been able to resist him. Not when he asked so sweetly, your chin pinched between thumb and forefinger, as he tipped your face up towards his.

“I thought we were going to wait for Harvey.” You had frowned - before that thumb had pressed against your lower lip.

“He won’t mind,” Shane murmured. A soft brush of his mouth against yours soon following. Coaxing.

The curving grin - when you had agreed.

“Come on,” He groans - now, “I know you can do it, baby.”

“I can’t.” You whine - as your fingers reach, search.

He moves against you then, getting you just a little bit higher, “Just focus, honey.”

“Oh!” You gasp, “Just like that, Shane. Almost-”

And finally - you’re there. Finally within your grasp, muscles aching from exertion.

But then there’s a creak, a split-second warning before the door opens. A heavy pause, as your head turns - your eyes meeting wide hazel ones.

“What is going on in here?” Harvey’s voice borders on incredulous - sounding loud in the quiet kitchen.

It slips away. As you wobble, and the hands at your waist grasp tighter.

“If you weren’t so goddamn tall, we wouldn’t have to do this,” Shane gripes, keeping his eyes on you.

Making sure you don’t fall, as you kneel on the narrow counter. Keeping you steady as you reach for the box of pancake mix - hidden away on the very top shelf. Tucked away in those tall cabinets that had seemed like such a feature, when Robin had pitched them.

Trying to help lift you up that extra inch - though it felt like it was always just out of reach. The swipe of your fingers pushing the box further away each time.

Shane’s smile turns wry, then. Teasing with, “I think you put it up here on purpose. You like watching us suffer.”

There’s a long-suffering sigh, as Harvey sheds his coat. Crossing the kitchen in a few steps, just barely lifting off his heels to grab the box.

“It’s up there because that was the only open space,” He replies cooly, though you don’t miss the twitch of his mustache - the smallest curve of his lips, “You were the one that rearranged everything this weekend.”

“Thank you, Harvey.” You interrupt with a smile, as his gaze turns your way. As he softens - happy to see both of you after the long day, in spite of the ruckus he came home to.

“Now, please,” He begs - holding his hand out for you, “Come down from there, sweetheart. If you fall, I’ll never forgive myself.”

His fingers are warm as they curl around yours, as they both help you down. A sigh of relief when you are finally back on the floor, once again.

“Hey doc, would you consider that a house call?” Shane smirks at his own joke - taking the box from the crook of Harvey’s arm.

A shake of his head, as Harvey reaches for the pan next. Setting it down on the counter, as you gather the mixing bowls - moving easily around each other.

A bit of dry humor in his voice, as he replies.

“You, my love, are more than welcome to find out.”

(This had seemed funny, in my head. 😅 And thank you, again - I have definitely been thinking about them, and would love to write more about them soon!! 💖)

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The Promise

Law x F!Heart Pirate

SFW: mild angst, romantic tension, yearning

Summary: after finding peace and adventure with the Heart Pirates, the crew unexpectedly runs into Blackbeard, who wants to capture you to grant him ever lasting knowledge.

Word Count: 339

The Language Language Fruit came with the blessing of reading, understanding, and speaking all languages of the world—even the ones lost to mankind. However, blessings are often followed by curses, and yours was being a target for any pirate crew interested in the Void Century and poneglyphs.

Regarding crews, you were Blackbeard’s latest obsession. He tracked you down from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. He promised himself he’d take your devil fruit power along with Law’s, using one move: an ambush.

Meanwhile, on the Polar Tang, you and Law didn’t waste the little time you had left pretending. It wasn’t just about Blackbeard anymore. It was about the two of you.

“You really want to do this?” You whispered. “I’m the reason why he’s here.”

Law shook his head, jaw tightening. “It’s not your fault you ate that devil fruit.” He paused and added quietly, “I knew the risks when I asked you to join the crew.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you struggled to defy him, the order you knew he’d say that you’d obey, even though you hated it.

“I’m the captain of this ship,” Law reminded firmly, “and I’m ordering you to stay with the crew.”

You looked down on the metal floor.

Anger. Frustration. Longing. Heartbreak.

“Take that back,” You said in Flevancean. “Let me fight with you.”

Law stilled. “I can’t lose the crew. I can’t lose you.” His voice nearly cracked from his response.

The silence afterwards was suffocating. Neither of you moved.

After a few minutes, he walked to you, carefully putting his fingers under your chin and tilting your head up to meet his. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, pressing his against yours afterwards.

“I’ll be back, I promise.” He murmured into your skin.

You took in a deep breath and gave into his touch.

“Keep the crew safe.”

“Law, I—”

“I’ll be back.” He repeated. “Don’t wait for me.”

You closed your eyes as he kissed your temple.

Room.

And he disappeared.

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a/n: hi hi !! i hope you guys like this little one shot !! please let me know what yall think :3 <3 not proofread at all oopsies

obsessed with the idea of sung jinwoo, notoriously terrible with names, remembering yours after only meeting once. jinwoo is immediately taken by you, he debates letting himself get injured just so you could heal him.

the debate lasts but a heartbeat in his mind as he lets himself get a couple cuts on his cheeks, smiling as he defeats the beast in front of him before heading over to you. “could you-?” he motions to the wounds and you nod quickly, holding your hands over his wounds and healing them.

“thank you, i don’t think i got your name” he gives you a small smile, stifling a chuckle when he sees your eyes go wide at his statement.

“must’ve slipped my mind” you chuckle, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you hunter sung.” jinwoo is looking at you with more interest than you thought he would, biting the inside of your cheek to try and hide your nerves.

“please just call me jinwoo, y/n” he smiles, liking the way your name fell off his tongue, “I’ll see you around.” there’s a charming glint in his eye that makes your knees buckle as you say a small ‘goodbye’ to him, heart racing as heat rises to your cheeks. you didn’t think you’d bump into jinwoo again, coming to terms with your schoolgirl crush that would go nowhere.

three weeks later you’re sitting in a coffee shop half empty cup in front of you as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

“y/n, it’s nice to see you again,” the deep voice pulls your attention from the screen, your eyes meeting jinwoo’s blue ones. he finds it endearing the way your eyes widen a bit upon seeing him, a smile on his face. “may i?” he motions to the seat across from you as you nod with a small smile.

“hunte- jinwoo, hi” you correct yourself, fiddling with your fingers as you set your phone on the table, “how have you been?” jinwoo takes a sip from his drink, pausing before replying.

“I’ve been good, what have you been up to?” he fights the urge to ask if you were waiting on someone, a date? the thought alone makes his heart drop. what have you done to him?

“nothing much,” you say, “was supposed to meet a friend for lunch and catch up but she had to go deal with some dungeon” the tone of dejection in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed, jinwoo frowning at your reply.

“im sorry,” there’s a small pause before he speaks up again, “would you like to join me for lunch? I would love the company.” the charming smile on his face has your knees weak again, your heart racing as you look at your phone, no text from your friend.

“yeah, that’d be nice” you reply, a smile on your face as jinwoo sits across from you, staring at the menu. there’s a small pout on his lips as he struggles to find any food to order. “there’s not many food options here” you speak up, “we were gonna just go somewhere else to eat.”

jinwoo’s ears turn red as he stares back at you, setting the menu down and nodding. “oh, didn’t know that” he mumbles. you smile at him, cocking your head slightly.

“is it your first time here?” you question, jinwoo’s cheeks are now the same pink as his ears, as his eyes go slightly wide before closing slightly.

“honestly, i only came in because i saw you in here” a sheepish smile on his rose tinted face as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. you can’t stop the heat rising onto your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach going insane as you tried to hide the smile on your face.

“shall we?” jinwoo grins, standing up and following you out of the cafe. you thank him for holding the door open for you, mentally taking note of how much taller than you he was.

after a bit of wandering and small talk the two of you find a restaurant, entering and taking a seat. the conversation flows easily between the two of you, you feel strangely at ease despite this only being the second time you’d spoken to the man.

jinwoo offers to accompany you back to your apartment, you give him a soft smile and nod.

“y’know im a hunter too, right?” you tease, jinwoo laughs, holding his hands up in defense.

“sorry, just wouldn’t feel right if i didn’t even offer to walk to you home” the charming smile on his face isn’t helping your growing affection for the hunter.

there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, your hands brushing against one another as you walk side by side. the two of you are looking in opposite directions, hearts racing as your pinkies link, a small shock is sent up your hand. neither of you say anything, jinwoo is biting his bottom lip, failing miserably at hiding the smile on his face.

“im kinda shocked you remembered my name” you speak up, breaking the silence and looking at the taller man next to you. “i heard you’re terrible with them” a small chuckle leaves your lips and jinwoo laughs softly.

“oh yeah, im the worst with names” he admits, his face is completely pink now, and he’s avoiding your gaze at all costs as he opens his mouth and closes it, thinking before speaking up again. “you just really caught my attention” he blurts out, trying to ignore igris and beru cheering him on from his shadow.

you’re a bit stunned at his words, heart leaping at his confession and you test the waters a bit by unlinking your pinkies and instead intertwining your fingers with his. “oh?” you giggle, as jinwoo’s blue eyes stare at you, the panic looked on his face morphs into a more relaxed confident one.

“I’ll admit I had a bit of a thing for you too” now it’s your turn to avoid his eyes. jinwoo smiles, humming softly and cocking his head “had?”

you stumble over your words a bit, “have, present tense” you finally say, jinwoo isn’t hiding his smile anymore, not even trying to suppress the small giggle leaving his lips.

the rest of the trip home is filled with giggles and bashful smiles, your stomach sinking a bit when you finally reach your front door.

“thank you for today, and for walking me home” you say, the two of you standing in front of the door. jinwoo is smiling down at you, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. your heart skips a beat, not wanting your time with him to end yet.

“of course, anytime” he says, clearing his throat and snapping out of the trance like state he was in. the two of you are quiet for a second, giving him a small smile and wave as you unlock your front door. “when can i see you again?” he asks, a lovesick look on his face as he stares at you.

you can’t help but feel excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach, thinking for a moment before replying. “Friday, pick me up at 6?”

jinwoo smiles, nodding happily before waving goodnight to you, waiting for you to close the door before he turns on his heel. the giant smile on his face is enough for igris to tease him, he doesn’t care, he feels on top of the world. he stops dead in his tracks as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

how did he forget to get your number?

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HEWWO I READ UR FIC OF LAW AND THE LANGUAGE LANGUAGE FRUIT AND ITS SOOO INTERESTING!!! I HOPE U CONTINUE IT I WOULD LIKE TO READ MORE ABT IT!!!! ITS SO BIG BRAIN

FRIEND I AN HONORED 😭😭 MY BRAIN AINT BIG SO YOU BOOSTED MY CONFIDENCE BY 1000% 🥹🥹

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The Promise

Law x F!Heart Pirate

SFW: mild angst, romantic tension, yearning

Summary: after finding peace and adventure with the Heart Pirates, the crew unexpectedly runs into Blackbeard, who wants to capture you to grant him ever lasting knowledge.

Word Count: 339

The Language Language Fruit came with the blessing of reading, understanding, and speaking all languages of the world—even the ones lost to mankind. However, blessings are often followed by curses, and yours was being a target for any pirate crew interested in the Void Century and poneglyphs.

Regarding crews, you were Blackbeard’s latest obsession. He tracked you down from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. He promised himself he’d take your devil fruit power along with Law’s, using one move: an ambush.

Meanwhile, on the Polar Tang, you and Law didn’t waste the little time you had left pretending. It wasn’t just about Blackbeard anymore. It was about the two of you.

“You really want to do this?” You whispered. “I’m the reason why he’s here.”

Law shook his head, jaw tightening. “It’s not your fault you ate that devil fruit.” He paused and added quietly, “I knew the risks when I asked you to join the crew.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you struggled to defy him, the order you knew he’d say that you’d obey, even though you hated it.

“I’m the captain of this ship,” Law reminded firmly, “and I’m ordering you to stay with the crew.”

You looked down on the metal floor.

Anger. Frustration. Longing. Heartbreak.

“Take that back,” You said in Flevancean. “Let me fight with you.”

Law stilled. “I can’t lose the crew. I can’t lose you.” His voice nearly cracked from his response.

The silence afterwards was suffocating. Neither of you moved.

After a few minutes, he walked to you, carefully putting his fingers under your chin and tilting your head up to meet his. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, pressing his against yours afterwards.

“I’ll be back, I promise.” He murmured into your skin.

You took in a deep breath and gave into his touch.

“Keep the crew safe.”

“Law, I—”

“I’ll be back.” He repeated. “Don’t wait for me.”

You closed your eyes as he kissed your temple.

Room.

And he disappeared.

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ꔫ TRAILS OF INK. trafalgar law x reader. MDNI. elements of body worship, hand job, oral (m.receiving), lots of teasing, slight face fucking. — WC : 1.3k

Undressing Law is a sacred act.

Every caress deliberate as you unravel the guarded layers he wears like a suit of armor. The ones he hides behind a stoic mask that shields his most vulnerable shards of his soul where the old scars still linger, too tender to be touched by anything but gentleness.

Popping each button of his shirt off as your hand smoothes over the freshly exposed expanse of his skin, savoring the shudder that runs through his body. It's a task that should be handled with care after a long day, fueled by the unspoken affection between you two that can only be expressed during moments like these. 

The pads of your fingers trail along your captain’s inked body, following the shape of the black lines down his torso and towards his abs until you reach the point where it dips below his pants. His breath hitches when you don’t stop, your finger running through his coarse, dark happy trail to the tops of his unbuttoned, too tight jeans.

It’s a rare occurrence when he lets someone get this close — he hardly ever has, but when it comes to you, it feels almost as easy as breathing. In theory. Because right now all the air in his lungs gets violently punched out when your fingers slip under his boxers to free his cock and your hand encloses around his ever hardening length. 

“Fuck—” The gasp that escapes him is lethal, enough to make you squeeze his tip and prolong the sound until it melts into nothing more than a whimper. Pearly beads of pre-cum dribble down his slit, pooling in the divet of your loosening fist.

“You’re making such a mess.” You tut, your voice is far too soft for the condescending tone that laces the edge of your words. Against his silent wishes, you remove your hand and bring it up to your mouth, maintaining steady eye contact as you make a show of kitten licking the salty essence. 

“Sorry,” he says breathlessly with no real remorse. His molten gold eyes hone in on the way your tongue glides along your skin, his cock jumping at the sight as it yearns for the same treatment. “Can’t help it.”

The gravely lull of his voice lures you back in, lips now ghosting above the twin metallic piercings in his ear. You don’t say anything — you don’t need to, placing gentle kisses down his neck in lieu of all the words that your stubborn tongue holds back. 

Law squirms slightly underneath you, hips searching for a little reprieve. Now that he’s had a taste, it’s all he can focus on. The teasing kisses you litter across his most sensitive spots along his neck only drives him further to the edge of insanity — a dangerous switch in his mind where it completely shuts off and gives into all the sensations in his body.

It’s something he knew you were counting on.

Tossing his head back, his hat falls behind him and unveils his disheveled hair as he lets out a frustrated groan in his surrender. The distinctive bob of his adam’s apple catches your eye and your lips travel along it before latching onto his pulse point.

The steady beat of his heart quickens beneath the deceitfully delicate touch of your soft lips gliding over his warm skin as if it were made of the finest silk. The undeniable thrum of his desire courses through his veins as you treat him with a tenderness he still wasn’t used to.

“You taste so good.” You whisper after your lips traveled up towards his ear, pressing kisses along his lobe in a way that makes him shudder. “Can’t get enough.”

Law grips the plushness of your hip in an attempt to ground himself. Your body was flush against his, practically suffocating him. The only source of air, the only shot at reprieve, was getting your lips on his and breathe you in.

Your sinful hands run down his torso, across his sturdy shoulders and slip under his unbuttoned shirt, letting it slide off his back. With a practiced thumb, you run your digit over his pert, pierced nipple and watch as he shudders under your touch.

“Fuck.” The curse tumbles past his lips, a hoarse sound that only highlights his desperation. Law knew better than to push you right now, that as generous as your touches have been, one wrong move and he’d be left wanting more with nothing but his own miserable fist to get him off. 

“So pretty.” You almost coo, reaching down to pull his jeans down more while maintaining eye contact. Law lifts his hips a little, a lustful hope shining in his irises and you grant him his wish.

The spotted jeans get pushed down and your hand wraps around his aching cock, throbbing under your perfect touch. Law lets out a low groan, fingers digging back into you as he holds himself back from thrusting up into your hand.

Your fingers teasingly flex around his length, feather-like touches in lieu of the suctioned grip that would normally be enough pressure to satiate the burning need that pools in his gut. But every movement you made was calculated with a lethal intensity, one that seemed right out of his reach no matter how desperately he tried to thrust into your hand.

His tip continues to leak, coating your hand once again in milky droplets that trail along your skin. The tempting vision of him coming like this, his thick cum drenching your hand spurs you to start flicking your wrist just the way he likes it. 

“Ohhhh-.” Law’s head jerks back, his tattooed chest heaving with each strained breath, the burden of his restraint pushing him closer to the end and his ultimate surrender to your touch.

But by the time your sinful lips wrap around his cock, he knows it’s only a matter of time.

Your mouth was hot, wet, and forced his cock right down your tight throat. Law never gave much thought to heaven but here under the heat of your touch, he knew he might’ve discovered it. 

Each bob of your head elicits another groan from him, extracting increasingly breathy noises he can’t hold back anymore. The way your tongue twirls around him, shoving your nose into the patch of hair that smells like him, makes his mind whirl into a frenzied desire.

“Fuck-“ He sputters out, his inked hand lightly placing itself on the back of your neck, silently begging for more as he guides you faster. His hips have a mind of their own as they subtly begin to rise and fall, thrusting himself into your mouth.

Your nails dig into his thighs, a demand he has readily given himself to time and time again — the thrill of fucking your face.

Before, he’d slow down and ask for verbal consent, wanting to ensure that you could handle what he was about to give you. But after a few of these sessions, he knows it’s a waste of time.

With a deep grunt, Law begins to earnestly fuck into your mouth, his balls tightening with every soft gag you emit. His cock grew impossibly harder at the sight of you trying so hard to please him, watching as your eyes water with tears of lust and your mouth suction him in place.

The familiar heat of release pools in his gut, screaming to erupt into your awaiting mouth. After a few harsher thrusts, he comes with a loud groan of your name, letting spurt after spurt of cum shoot down your throat.

You wasted no time in swallowing it down, his sounds of pleasure morphing into a whine as you keep sucking his oversensitive cock. Showing mercy, you pull away and reveal your tongue — free of his cum.

“Shit—“ His chest heaves with the weight of his high. His fingers itch to return to the favor, wanting nothing more than to unravel you the way you always manage to get him. 

Every thought that plagues his mind floats away whenever he’s in your presence, something he has grown quite dependent on these days. He grabs your waist, pulling you into his lap so he could press his lips all over your neck, a quiet promise of what’s to come as soon as he gains back the breath you stole from him.

Thank you for reading ᰔ

[bbybaluga]

for @onepiece-bingo , klabautermann

the bento problem

— modern au

— sfw

— summary: ever since you and law got together, his diet has improved for the better - unfortunately, that came with the consequence of him being ridiculously protective over his lunch.

trafalgar law, head surgeon of the renowned ocean tang hospital, had a terrible diet. despite being a doctor, he ignored his food intake and solely focused on his work. besides, he didn’t have time to make a decent lunch at his apartment before going to work the next day.

he lived off of ramen, granola bars, hospital sandwiches - taking off the bread and leaving the filling, and break room coffee.

“you hate yourself, don’t you?” you lightly scolded, crossing your arms over his chest as he tucked in two cup ramens in his bag.

you grew up in a household where food was the love language, were appalled when you saw his “lunch”.

“i - ” he started.

sighing, you tippy toed, kissed his cheek and gave him a small smile.

“after my shifts at the vet, i’ll make bentos for you. for every shift because you deserve nothing but the best.”

law’s usual stern face softened, a look he only reserved for you.

“you don’t have to - ”

“stop.” you replied, cupping his face, “let me do this for you. you’re my boyfriend now, meaning it’s also my responsibility to take care of you.”

law’s heart swelled and he nodded once before grabbing his bag and heading out to his car.

“so.” shachi, one of his attendants said as he slowly sat next to law in the break room, “what did the bento goddess pack for you today?”

law hovered over the sleek two layered bento box with silver edges and tightened his hold on his chopsticks, ready to flick his friend’s wandering hand.

“go away.” he grabbed the nearby thermos with miso soup and gave him a death glare.

suddenly, penguin leaned over behind him, eyes widening when he saw the bentos displayed on the table.

the top layer had bulgogi neatly spread over fluffy white rice, still steaming from the microwave. the bottom layer was divided cleanly - one side had seaweed salad sprinkled with sesame seeds and had grated cucumber, and the other, a few slices of fresh, ripe fruit.

“boss…please give us a bite!” penguin begged. “shachi and i live off of hot pockets and energy drinks.”

“no.” law replied flatly, taking a bite of bulgogi and rice.

“come on!”

“no. she makes these bentos for me.” law snapped. “she’s my girlfriend. this is my lunch. my bulgogi. my bento.”

penguin and shachi exchanged defeated looks then smirked.

“you’re whipped man. and you got it bad.” shachi teased.

law didn’t deny it nor give them a reply. his silence was more than enough to show that he was utterly in love not only with you, but with the fact that you took the time to make something as simple as lunch to show that even though none of you said those three words, your actions were proof enough.

and because of that, law swore the hospital’s spirit came back to life happy.

[bbybaluga]

Baluga | F | PST | 30s

— Or call me Rose 🌹

— Multi-fandom!

One Piece

Some characters aged up to mid-20s to early 30s (so they are more relatable to oldies like me)

Campfire Cooking (Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill)

Stardew Valley

Solo Leveling (anime only)

Attack on Titan

Hazbin Hotel

— NSFW friendly

— Requests open!

Masterlist

Trafalgar Law

The Promise

protective!law headcanons

Sung Jinwoo

The Night Before NSFW