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Just a little Wano Lawbin...

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Clearing out my phone pics today and I can see Law saying this, deadass straight-faced austerity and usual scary expression to some curious kid patient. ☠️

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Okay so for now I’m going to say I’m “back” but there wont be immediate movement on most existing threads/inboxes JUST YET. In my “reconnecting with my muse” thing, I will mostly be sending out canon-based stuff in line with my post time-skip watchthrough.

So essentially like I’m watching OP for the first time and new to writing Law again. Except I know things. 🤣

I am also opening interactions back up to all mutuals again. Sorry I was so limited for so long! 💕 I’ll be slowish starting out but I have missed my friends and dash and the rpc so much. 🥹

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@climatact / @gumpistol

He’s clearly sleeping. Absolutely not ignoring them in any way. Probably.

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Seriously. There is so much. It will take me one million years to sew all the locks down. 😬

I don't remember how Law became keeper of his girls' curls, but if @climatact Nami's hair is as thick as it is when I'm crocheting it for a plushie, RIP Law - you no longer have any other plans that day. 😬

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I don't remember how Law became keeper of his girls' curls, but if @climatact Nami's hair is as thick as it is when I'm crocheting it for a plushie, RIP Law - you no longer have any other plans that day. 😬

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wow. i know my muse is returning when my brain is like HERE HAVE EVERY SAD LAW THOUGHT EVER IN ONE SITTING, go!

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To archive and reroll in my efforts to find a (re)starting place or no and just excessive amounts of likely annoying rb’ing to “hold” things? 😩

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Despite the pleasure they threatened to slide closed with, Law’s eyes remained firmly fixed on Nami’s features as he seated himself inside her - half for the enjoyment of watching plush lips shape themselves around silent words when he slid in and they failed her; half to gauge her reaction with how quickly - without warning - he had shoved his way inside her.

A bit of a gamble on his part, perhaps - for even as eagerly as Nami had insisted he fuck her (insisted a second time now as every fiber of his being thrummed with the sensation of her walls enveloping his length), Law knew there were things which should have been said before he’d done it. But gods, had it been worth it.

For the teasing he’d cut short to wither on Nami’s tongue alone, it was worth it. And now that his hips pressed flush against her own, her stocking-clad legs draped over his arms as she clawed at and clung to him, he was glad he hadn’t waited another moment longer. Important discussions be damned; he’d just have to multitask.

A hiss of pleasure slipped past the doctor’s lips, experimental roll of his hips sending shockwaves through his bloodstream. Large palms kneaded the redhead’s pert backside, at once bearing her weight in lieu of the wall he’d peeled her away from and keeping her, iron-gripped, from wriggling while he reveled in her warmth.

Finally.

“Damn, Nami,” he all but groaned. He had known she was going to feel good, but if he’d known it was possible for anything to feel as perfect as she did around him, he would have suggested a shift in their arrangement himself all those months ago.

Slowly, Law rocked his hips again, pulling away until he lay only half-buried inside her before sinking to the hilt again. Each movement an exploration accompanied by ripples of pleasure, and all the while those golden orbs lay fixed on hers, watching just as intently how she reacted to even the subtlest shift of him inside her and -

Right. There was something they needed to address before he lost himself inside her entirely - wasn’t there? “You’re… not… on anything, right?” Eyes threatened to close again, a tendon twitching in Law’s neck as he repeated the movement a third time - further this time, nearly pulling all the way out before a firm thrust brought his hips to hers once more.

Somewhere in the dark of the apartment a flash of white streaked from the couch to the bedroom from the noise of keys hitting the floor. Sorry Zues, was the only thought Nami managed to put towards the skittish cat before flipping on the lights. She would make it up to him later with extra treats and pets.

What the ginger really wanted was to hear Law make more of those delightful noises- Somewhere between a growl and a moan. She wondered if he would make more for her now that they were behind the privacy of her door, or if he would moan and curse like he did in the car. Her intentions were purely to find out as hips ground against the man's bulge, just in time for him to lift her skirt as far up as her corset would allow.

And what a look it was.

Now it was perfectly clear how long he'd imagined seeing her like this. Neither car or elevator allowed for proper sight of her dripping cunt. Golden eyes swept upward, as if he was stunned by the pure beauty that was the woman's body. And to think, she hadn't managed to get her top of yet- Something she was looking forward to showing him.

Giggling, Little Red pulled back just enough to reach the front clasp of the corset that barely contained her breasts. One more gasp on the elevator and Nami was sure she was going to fall out altogether. “I'll do it for you, since your hands are otherwise engaged,” she purred, undoing the first and second rung along the busk. “The next time I wear a corset, I'll let you do the honors.”

With a satisfied ripping noise, the rest came undone and fell to the floor somewhere along the doorway with Law's keys. A problem for later. Now Nami's breasts flowed freely out the loose dress, but she didn't make a move to remove it. Her hands were much busier freeing Law from the confines of his pants for the second time tonight, taking the sight of him in the light of the apartment just as he had done her.

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Yes. He did like the other game better, Law nearly grit out as she approached him, standing his ground – not for the first time – against a mortal endowed with far more audacity than was probably good for her.

But for the countless immortals who would have balked or retaliated at Nami’s mettle, the tattooed god before her did not deny her this show of frustration; if anything, he encouraged it. And not only for the small surge of excitement the woman’s anger instilled in him – excitement that had less to do with his days as simply a war god and more to do with the vitality it brought to her features – no.

The redhead was undeniably, infuriatingly gorgeous in her outrage – but that wasn’t the reason the death god wouldn’t dowse it.

He’d liked the other game better for the same reason he found relief in her fury this time: because standing face to face with Nami’s anger was the only time Law felt he might actually understand her.

Except he didn’t, she informed him. And why did that bother him as badly as it did?

Then tell me, he longed to fire back. Inked digits lifted to curl around her thin wrist, prying that needling finger from his ribcage. A feisty little thing, for certain. And yet one whose presence he’d been terrified he’d chased away for good this time.

And here she stood apologizing, insisting he’d done her a kindness.

Law felt more tired in that moment than he could ever recall feeling before it. The frustration that normally rose to meet hers lost its way before it ever caught up him. In its absence the god only stood there, holding the mortal’s wrist between his fingers and forcing himself to watch her, stony-faced and unwavering despite the urge to flinch from every wound she didn’t know she poked at.

You’ve done nothing but show us kindness.

He realized then how vast the chasm yawned between them. Law might not understand the reasons behind Nami’s anger, but she didn’t understand him, either.

Perhaps the gods were right to carry on believing they weren’t supposed to.So no, he would not ask her. Squelching desire to question her the way he would not squelch her anger, the god released her, his own hand curling as it fell beside him.

“You had your mind made up about us long before I came for you,” he reminded her. “Don’t ever forget that there were reasons for that.” Because no matter how mistakenly kind she’d decided he had been to her, the starved and outraged woman he’d met in the forest all those months ago had had every reason to look upon him with the loathing she had that day. No space or freedom to forge her afterlife he might give her would ever make up for the state of the world they’d left her to before it.

“And I don’t care what you think of me.” The lie tasted bitter on Law’s tongue as he finally continued, not quite able to meet her eyes as he said it. He didn’t have the right to care what she thought of him, more accurately. Yet he did, and he knew it. Had hated to think she might have left when those had been the last words he’d said to her, so much that his chest felt tight to recall it, and this time he couldn’t stop himself. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did, either.” He was quiet for a long moment. Golden gaze looking everywhere except at hers, until they landed on the tome she’d slammed closed a moment earlier. “I didn’t give you that to kick you out.”

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Law didn’t have to meet her searching look to know the mortal had misunderstood him: he could feel it. In every drawn-out second of the long silence that followed  and in the slow rustle of pages when Nami reluctantly gave up watching him and turned her attention instead to the volume before her. He could feel it in the silence itself after weeks of sharing a space with her – because Nami so rarely did that. She never hesitated to speak her mind when she felt the urge to lash out at him. That she seemed to have nothing to say in this moment told the god the redhead didn’t know quite what to make of this conversation – and if she couldn’t see it for the peace offering it was, it was easy enough to guess where her thoughts would take her instead.

Law’s frown only deepened when he finally turned to face her. But before he could interject that it wasn’t what she thought it was, Law watched Nami’s shoulder stiffen as she addressed the air in front of her.

Stop doing that.

Now it was his turn to look at her in confusion – because this was not the reaction he’d expected. More of what had happened earlier, perhaps – bristling with what he was so sure she’d perceived as another dismissal. Part of him had both dreaded and expected that she’d grown just as weary of the petty game that played out between them and would lose herself in that ledger carefully contemplating her choices when the chance at a change of scenery – the chance at an afterlife somewhere far away - caught up with her.

But he hadn’t expected the dull, echoing thud of that volume snapping closed. Or the maddening way it both relieved and irritated him that she couldn’t (or perhaps wouldn’t) see what he intended. Where a moment ago he’d meant to hastily assure her he wasn’t kicking her out no matter how it sounded, Law know found himself bristling at the nerve of a mortal who chased him from a place she couldn’t seem to stand – only to turn around, reject his offer, and call the same damn place the only thing he’d ever wanted her to see it as.

She was sorry? What the hell was he supposed to do with that?

“I take it back,” Law deadpanned before he could stop himself. “Think I like the other game better.”

The one where she lashed out at him and delighted in running him out of his own castle – at least that one had made sense to him. Being angry was something all too easy for the god of the underworld to relate to; Nami being sorry was a twist he couldn’t begin to wrap his mind around. Nor did he even want to.

“I don’t care if you take your anger out on me,” he told her flatly. “You’re far from the first to do it and you won’t be the last. Believe me, I can handle it.”

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When autocorrect changes Kid to “mid” and Law says “yes, we’re keeping that.”

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I’m too tired to even logic this out, but Loof ( @gumpistol ) is bald and Law is somehow behind this.

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There was a part of Law which - even as distracted as he was by the delicious roll of Nami’s hips against his throbbing groin – could not help but feel the slightestdispleasure when that corset fell to the ground.

Not because of the vision it granted him, mind you. Oh no. Lust-hazed amber irises raking over those bountiful breasts when Nami freed them left very little doubt how much the surgeon  appreciated the image before him. And if the look alone didn’t betray the way Law’s mouth watered at the sight of her, that strained noise he repeated for her a second time would be all the proof she needed.

They were divine, just as he’d expected them to be.   And Law was entranced – exactly as Nami had expected him to be.

And yet.

“I wanted to do that,” he half-pouted, half-grumbled. Something the redhead was clearly aware of, given the complacent tone and hasty promise that he could have the honors next time. And the hand snaking its way back to his newly-freed member between them? More than enough incentive to shelve the matter for later.

 “Your Christmas wardrobe better have a corset in it,” was all he offered in concession.

Shifting Nami’s weight again, Law reached between them, driven by the inferno in his veins and the desire in Nami’s gaze to hastily add his shirt to the growing pile of garments beneath their feet. But that was all he cared to waste time on now: Nami was half-naked in his arms and he was more than half-ready to bury himself inside of her – so with a glint of gold and a growl of warning, that was exactly what he did: he lifted her from the wall, wound a tattooed arm around her middle, reached between them to stroke the back of Nami’s hand before he brushed it aside –

- and held his girlfriend’s stare for all the world like she and that moment were the only things that mattered as he guided himself to her entrance and slid quickly and easily to the hilt inside of her.

And oh, did he moan for her.

Somewhere in the dark of the apartment a flash of white streaked from the couch to the bedroom from the noise of keys hitting the floor. Sorry Zues, was the only thought Nami managed to put towards the skittish cat before flipping on the lights. She would make it up to him later with extra treats and pets.

What the ginger really wanted was to hear Law make more of those delightful noises- Somewhere between a growl and a moan. She wondered if he would make more for her now that they were behind the privacy of her door, or if he would moan and curse like he did in the car. Her intentions were purely to find out as hips ground against the man's bulge, just in time for him to lift her skirt as far up as her corset would allow.

And what a look it was.

Now it was perfectly clear how long he'd imagined seeing her like this. Neither car or elevator allowed for proper sight of her dripping cunt. Golden eyes swept upward, as if he was stunned by the pure beauty that was the woman's body. And to think, she hadn't managed to get her top of yet- Something she was looking forward to showing him.

Giggling, Little Red pulled back just enough to reach the front clasp of the corset that barely contained her breasts. One more gasp on the elevator and Nami was sure she was going to fall out altogether. “I'll do it for you, since your hands are otherwise engaged,” she purred, undoing the first and second rung along the busk. “The next time I wear a corset, I'll let you do the honors.”

With a satisfied ripping noise, the rest came undone and fell to the floor somewhere along the doorway with Law's keys. A problem for later. Now Nami's breasts flowed freely out the loose dress, but she didn't make a move to remove it. Her hands were much busier freeing Law from the confines of his pants for the second time tonight, taking the sight of him in the light of the apartment just as he had done her.

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Confession: talking with Lala tonight and I think I need a restart/blank slate of some sort.

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Off.

Tearing Nami’s clothes off properly was among the furthest things from Law’s mind in that moment - somewhere in the same distant vicinity as hundred dollar gift cards or the friends he hadn’t bothered to bid good night to. Or whether or not he’d bothered locking the car behind him before bolting after her.

Nope. At this particular moment, with his tongue entwined with Nami’s, the vice grip of her thighs the only thing holding her in place around his middle as he so hungrily pawed at her, Trafalgar Law had thoughts to spare for two things only: Nami and the burning need to rip away everything which separated her body from his.

“Mmm.” The noncommittal hum was the only response the surgeon offered, unwilling to pry his lips from hers for a single moment that wasn’t *essential*. The way Law saw it, the ginger had approximately twenty seconds once that door closed behind them to get her costume off however she saw fit. Any longer than that, Law would just have to take his chances with owing the woman a new outfit, because he needed her he needed her he needed her-

And that was before he realized what she was up to. Once those fingers grazed his length again, already painfully hard once more against the confines of his pants, it was all Law could do to keep from tearing the clothes off her right there in the hall.

Instead, a low noise somewhere between a his and a growl escaped muffled in the woman’s mouth, and Law shifted to cradle her weight with one arm while a normally steady hand fumbled to jab the key into the lock. The sound of it turning seemed loud above the thundering of Law’s pulse in his ears, and in his last line of reasonable thinking, he remembered just in time not to leave it lodged there.

But where it fell on the other side of the door would be a problem for tomorrow. All that mattered was that it was closed now, aided by the firm shove of Nami’s back against it, and now that was finally just the two of them, the Wolf did not hesitate before his kisses trailed to her jawline - or the way tattooed hands instantly set to work shoving her dress up her body until he had to break long enough to yank it off over her head.

“There. That’s more fucking like it.”

Oh

A moan turned into a high-pitched gasp when he kept going. Oh. God

This must be what it felt like to ascend to goddesshood, to be explored by a single apendage so thouroghly. Nami always wondered what it would be like to be worshiped by a man as beautiful as Law, and gods damn did he deliver.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep going- not when she so desperately wanted his cock between her legs-

Vision hazed, Nami kept eyes locked with his for as long as possible before they fluttered closed once again. He'd only been her boyfriend for such a short time and already he drank from her as if it were the first and last time he ever would.

Involuntarily bucking her cunt into the man's face, she arched hard again. His wet beard tickled when he slipped his tongue into her entrance, barely able to focus on the deep baritone coaxing her through her second orgasm. Red nails dug into the man's scalp as legs began to shake around her.

“Law-” Her third cry of his name was a plea- a high pitched whine from the reminder of what else he had in store for her. How badly she'd wanted him inside her this entire time and his tongue was only a taste of what she was in for. Law certainty knew his way around his anatomy, which was to be expected for the surgeon.

“Fuck me-” Nami whined again, not sure how much longer she could wait to have him throbbing inside her. “Fuck your girlfriend for the first time.”

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The desperation in Nami's whines set the surgeon's blood on fire. Everything she did - from the needy buck of her hips against his face to the way her chest heaved with every ragged inhale, leaving her oh so close to spilling out of her costumed confines entirely - reminding the man just how how near he was to having her exactly where he'd wanted her so badly. Just a few more moments. A few more steps. A few more shaky breaths as Nami tried to compose herself in the aftermath of her second orgasm and -

Fuck me.

Those two simple words were the closest Law would ever come to being struck by lightning; he was sure of it. Nothing else could compare to the breath that left his body, or how every cell in his body at once seemed so completely honed on the woman before him and fuck, if that wasn't the hottest order he'd ever been given-

Feeling himself twitch in response to the breathy demand, Law reached up slowly, carefully disentangling the redhead's legs from their vice-like grip around his shoulders. Eyes never strayed from the woman for a moment, even as heel-clad feet were placed gently on the elevator floor again or Law rose smoothly to place himself before her.

Fuck me.

Fucking gladly, he thought. He didn't bother saying as much out loud; simply watched his new girlfriend, admiring the deep flush of crimson across cheeks and barely-concealed breasts he couldn't wait to get hands, lips, and tongue upon as his tongue slid slowly along the glistening remnants still lingering on his lips - all the cleaning up what filthy acts he'd just performed on her he meant to do before reaching out to pull her firmly against him once more.

"Your place," Law growled just before his lips found hers. "I want you all to myself when I rip the rest of those clothes off and slip inside of you the first time. Ready?"

But he'd had no real intention of waiting for Nami's answer. Already, he'd shoved his tongue back past her lips again, helping himself all too easily to lifting still-shaking legs around his waist as he jabbed at the door open button and made - hurriedly, hungrily, hands pawing at corset strings and the swell of Nami's breasts - toward the ginger's empty apartment. Just as Nami had expected, he found himself hard again well before the elevator doors slid shut behind him. Ready. Waiting -**

"Keys," he broke long enough to rasp out.

Oh

A moan turned into a high-pitched gasp when he kept going. Oh. God

This must be what it felt like to ascend to goddesshood, to be explored by a single apendage so thouroghly. Nami always wondered what it would be like to be worshiped by a man as beautiful as Law, and gods damn did he deliver.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep going- not when she so desperately wanted his cock between her legs-

Vision hazed, Nami kept eyes locked with his for as long as possible before they fluttered closed once again. He'd only been her boyfriend for such a short time and already he drank from her as if it were the first and last time he ever would.

Involuntarily bucking her cunt into the man's face, she arched hard again. His wet beard tickled when he slipped his tongue into her entrance, barely able to focus on the deep baritone coaxing her through her second orgasm. Red nails dug into the man's scalp as legs began to shake around her.

“Law-” Her third cry of his name was a plea- a high pitched whine from the reminder of what else he had in store for her. How badly she'd wanted him inside her this entire time and his tongue was only a taste of what she was in for. Law certainty knew his way around his anatomy, which was to be expected for the surgeon.

“Fuck me-” Nami whined again, not sure how much longer she could wait to have him throbbing inside her. “Fuck your girlfriend for the first time.”