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too sweet

— sfw

levi loves your lips. he especially loves it when you wear that strawberry flavored chapstick hange gave you for your dry lips. at first, levi hated feeling the sticky substance, but once he licked it off, he got hooked.

your chapstick became an innocent addiction for him, and you didn’t mind.

“c’mere,” he whispered, motioning you with a finger. you followed and smiled, taking the chapstick out of your pants pocket. you innocently opened it and slowly applied it over your lips, eyes looking into levi’s as if you were silently challenging him.

what are you going to do about it?

his eyes darken as he watched, his breath shaky.

“what are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and thick with anticipation.

“just freshening up, captain.” you replied, putting the chapstick away. you pressed your lips together, covering the surface and let out a pop when your lips were covered.

“you have no idea what you do to me, right?” he whispered as he leaned closer, his lips hovering over yours.

“not a clue.” you answered, feigning innocence. levi smirked and closed the gap between you two, his tongue greedily licking the strawberry off before it made its way in your mouth.

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street fighter!zoro takes no shit from anyone. Have beef with him? Fine. Have beef with his friends? Prepare to get annihilated.

street fighter!zoro has a huge fan base and fan club, mainly consisting of women and men who like him just to see him fight shirtless with his 110cm chest on display.

street fighter!zoro has a rough and murderous public image but in private, when he’s with you, he shows you softness and affection his fans would kill for.

street fighter!zoro isn’t big on public affection. However, you’re the only person he nods at before a fight, gives secret kisses in alleyways, pulls you into an embrace in the dark, and brushes his fingers with when walking past or next to you.

street fighter!zoro has more enemies than friends.

street fighter!zoro and you always exchange “I love you” winks before fights as well.

street fighter!zoro’s hands and fingers are rough and callused, but feeling them against your skin sends shivers through your body. You didn’t care about that—being with him intimately and physically is the only thing that matters.

street fighter!zoro loves you dearly. He’s never told you in words but in actions—such as canceling a fight to attend that dumb concert you bought tickets for, or having your favorite meal delivered to your work under the name “Ready Player One”.

street fighter!zoro dabbles in swordplay on the side of fighting and has considered changing to swordsmaster!zoro.

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really want to get fucked in missionary so he can put his forehead against mine and make eye contact while he thrusts in fast and pulls out slow, mouths only an inch apart, breathing heavily, reaching so deep that i can feel him in my lungs—

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Ruffle his hair and give that man 1000 kisses!!!

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The agony of thinking you’re finished doing the dishes only to turn around and to your horror: the pot.

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idea from @stararonia

cave proximity

— sfw

— summary: you and levi are stuck in a cave

you and levi were stuck.

stuck in a cave? with you, among all people?

“this is ridiculous.” he mumbled to himself, his sword sheathes gently scratching the stone. levi was standing in front of you, your bodies centimeters apart.

“at least we didn’t die, right?” you joked, trying to add humor to the situation. levi glared. if you two weren’t stuck, he would’ve crossed his arms over his chest.

“fine.”

your bodies were close, faces locked in front of each other, giving you two the chance to have a staring contest. which of course, you lost so you darted your eyes to the stone behind him.

“you okay, captain?” you asked, briefly looking at him.

“yes.” levi lied, his heartbeat abnormally faster than usual. for some reason, being this close to you made him angry - or he was in denial.

“your face is red.”

“it’s hot in here.” he frowned. you smirked and gave out a small chuckle. “what?” he demanded.

“it’s nothing.” you replied. “it’s just…next time we are…”

“there isn’t going to be a next time.” the man replied. “i hate this.”

however, the question was: did he hate the situation or did he hate you?

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the invitation

— sfw

— summary: you, a maid with a hidden noble past, attend a masquerade and catch the attention of lord trafalgar law.

“yn, you have to come with me! please!” your childhood best friend, nami begged. “you’ve always wanted to go to a ball!”

“i don’t know,” you replied, fastening a diamond necklace around her neck. “balls sound fun but…intimidating.”

“vivi is on holiday so i won’t have anyone to talk to.” she pouted. “please? i’ll let you borrow any dress you want.”

“my lady, i appreciate the invitation but - ”

“it’s a masquerade,” nami interrupted. “therefore you will be going as a noblewoman, not a lady’s maid.”

“hmm, i suppose it being a masquerade changes things…” you pondered.

nami beamed. “thank you!”

dressed in elegant costumes, a fox for you, and a cat for nami, you moved through the crowd, blending into the world of society’s richest and most influential families. among them was trafalgar law, a viscount’s son. he hated attending events like these, but given his family’s reputation he had no choice.

as you and nami mingled among the elite, law danced with noblewomen vying for his attention - they wanted him to court them for a marriage to secure their status in high society.

however, he wasn’t having it.

he eventually retreated to the drinks table, where his friends penguin and shachi lounged.

“i’m done dancing,” law muttered.

“that didn’t take long,” penguin smirked, sipping his punch.

law exhaled and promised himself not to step a foot on the dance floor again…that was, until he saw you: a graceful, mysterious fox wandering around the room with a cat sneakily walking away from you.

“i thought you were done dancing, my lord.” shachi teased.

“one more won’t hurt,” law murmured, adjusting his gloves. then he strode to you and asked politely, “may i have this next dance, my lady?” you turned, met his gaze with a smile, and nodded your head, seeing that nami deliberately left you alone to dance with him.

“of course, my lord.” you replied, placing your gloved hand in his. law led you to the dance floor, his sharp eyes taking note of your movements: you lifting your chin to meet his gaze, or how your lips parted into a small smile when you challenged him.

“you’re different,” he noted.

“is that wrong my lord?” you mused, tilting your head. “am i not allowed to challenge you?”

“challenge me?” law asked, guiding you through a twirl.

you nodded. “this is a masquerade my lord,” you started. “aren’t they supposed to be a challenge?”

when the orchestra ended the song, you two bowed and you gave him a small smirk. “no more questions tonight, lord trafalgar.”

“oh? and why is that, my lady?” he arched an eyebrow.

“i said no questions, my lord.” you repeated. “it is a masquerade after all. if you want answers, come find me.”

your heart pounded as you turned and walked away, leaving lord trafalgar d. law, son of one of the most powerful families in high society, alone on the dance floor wondering who the hell you are.

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i hope every lover girl finds her super calm gentleman who is unashamedly and insanely obsessed with her

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BANGUS

– for cookbook collaboration

– nsfw: inexperienced!law, oral (m receiving), piv, experienced!reader, Heart Pirates are rooting for you two, kinda porn without plot, hair pulling

– summary: much to Law's dismay, hiring you as the Heart Pirates' expert fisher and talented cook came with the unexpected role of him constantly wanting to be around you when you cook. And it's not just the food he's watching...

Law wasn’t sure what convinced him to hire you. Sure, the Heart Pirates needed someone who could fish and cook, but he hadn’t anticipated the chaos you’d bring—unintentionally, of course. It seemed to follow you like a bee drawn to pollen. A month into your life as a Heart Pirate, however, the chaos wasn’t physical. It wasn’t a fight or an accident. It was mental, emotional, and it had taken root in your captain’s mind.

When not preoccupied with his duties, Law found himself lingering in the galley, watching you cook. Unlike the other crew members who mingled for the aromas, Law had a different reason. He was there for you. The way you moved effortlessly in the kitchen, confidence radiating as you worked with a smile, was mesmerizing.

“Captain,” you said one evening, glancing at him over your shoulder as you fried some fish. “Do you need something? Or are you just here for the show?”

His face twitched, his usual calm demeanor threatening to crack. “I’m inspecting,” he replied curtly, crossing his arms.

“Inspecting my cooking?”

“Your…process,” he muttered, realizing too late how absurd he sounded.

“Right.” You turned back to the stove, a sly smile tugging at your lips.

He ignored the teasing lilt in your voice, but his gaze lingered on you longer than it should have. You noticed. Everyone in the crew did.

“Captain.”

You repeated his title for the third time.

“What?” Law asked, his voice low and strained.

“Look at me.”

Law’s gaze shifted from the ceiling of his study to the warm plate of bangus on his desk. His fingers tightened around something soft, and when he glanced down, his breath hitched. You knelt before him, your lips glistening with pre-cum, a satisfied gleam in your eyes.

“You’re acting like you’ve never had a blowjob before,” you teased, voice light yet sultry. “Or fucked someone’s mouth.”

Law’s fingers threaded through your hair as he nodded, the pleasure coursing through him unlike anything he’d experienced. His head tilted back again, eyes closed as he struggled to process the sensations.

“I…” he started, voice shaky.

“You need to eat something,” you cooed, standing briefly to break off a piece of the fried fish. You placed half in your mouth and straddled his lap, motioning for him to kiss you.

Hesitant but unable to resist, Law placed his hands on your hips and leaned forward, biting into the piece of fish. As he did, you pressed your lips against his, pushing the morsel into his mouth with your tongue. Your lips trailed from his, leaving a path of kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

Law swallowed the fish, his breath hitching when he felt the tip of his arousal teasing your entrance. You circled him slowly, your movements deliberate.

“You’re so wet…” he whispered against your lips, his voice tinged with awe.

“And it’s all for you,” you murmured, your lips grazing his in a ghost of a kiss.

Slowly, you sank down onto him, savoring the delicious stretch as his hands gripped your hips. Law groaned, the sensation of your warmth and tightness overwhelming.

The plate of bangus sat forgotten on the desk, untouched for the rest of the day.

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trafalgar law x reader that matches his intellectual freak. he gets giddy bc she listens to his ramblings and vice versa🥹specifically an anthropologist or like archeologist nerd reader! thank u🫶🏻

yes! law needs someone to match his inner, smart, depressed soul ❤️ btw it was years since i took anthropology so i had to do some internet digging to refresh my memory and write this 😂

— pairing: law x anthropologist!reader

one day on the polar tang, you settled into a corner of the mess hall, a hot cup of tea next to you accompanied by a messy stack of books and folders. law wasn’t normally one to seek out conversation, but when he saw a title on the spine of one of your books, he couldn’t help but approach you and ask.

“interested in medicine?” he asked nonchalantly.

not looking up from the textbook you replied, “not medicine itself, but medical procedures.”

“enlighten me.” law challenged, standing in front of the table.

looking up from your texts, you rested your elbow on the table and rested the side of your head on your open palm. “well, this text says,” you replied, flipping the book in front of you, “that way back when, humans would sharpen rocks to create scalpels from the grand line waters because they’re ‘blessed’. a surgical knife with these ‘blessed properties’ supposedly caused successful procedures, not the skill of the doctor or surgeon alone.”

“so you’re saying that the environment was the cause of a person not dying?”

you nodded enthusiastically. “yes.”

“what about now?” he asked. “as in, with current medical technology?”

“well, you’re the doctor. you tell me.” you smiled. “do you think your scalpels and medical tools are blessed?”

law scoffed, pulled the chair back in front of the table, and turned it around so he could sit on it backward, resting his forearms on the backrest.

“i wouldn’t say blessed,” he started, “but i do so happen to be blessed with the skills of being an actual doctor.”

“well then, dr. trafalgar,” you smirked, “enlighten me.”

law raised an eyebrow. “on what?”

“how you can successfully manage surgeries without a blessed scalpel.”

and that invitation was all he needed.

“first of all, how well a scalpel works has nothing to do with superstition but instead with what it’s made of. dull scalpels can cause more damage than good. surgical steel is ideal because it stays sharp.” he started.

“so you’re saying the guys who sharpened the rocks were lucky?” you smirked.

“yes…in a way.” he admitted. “but, were their tools sanitized? that alone can cause infection.”

“of course they did their best to clean them,” you defended. “but these humans had limited resources so mistakes are bound to happen—unintentionally, doctor.” you quickly added.

law blinked and slowly nodded his head. the way you countered his points were seamless. he was finding himself dangerously close to liking this conversation.

“yes, but advancements in what tools are made of make surgery easier and safer. without technique, any tool is useless.” he scooted closer to the table. “may i?” he asked, motioning to the books.

“proceed.” you chuckled.

“if you really want to look into this seriously, i’ll find you a book that doesn’t revolve around superstitions…”

and just like that, hours slipped away and law found himself not only grateful, but enjoying a conversation without someone other than himself.

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law x anthropologist!reader meeting for the first time?

sure! 👍🏽 i also included her having a health condition, and she has a devil fruit power!

— pairing: law x anthropologist!reader

eating the rock rock devil fruit came with many advantages, especially when it came to your travels. as an anthropologist, you lived for exploring and studying artifacts, particularly the evolution of early medical technology into modern-day.

your powers made excavations effortless: you could dig through dirt, dismantle obstructive rock formations, or even create floating stone staircases to reach inaccessible places.

one day, as usual, you were traveling by yourself, going through a dense forest that was rumored to have an abandoned dig site that you wanted to check out.

unfortunately, you were ambushed by a group of people who saw the jewelry you wore - a necklace, and an amethyst belt rumored for healing properties. many years ago, you were diagnosed with a muscle disorder and amethyst was known as a healing gem. you managed to create the belt and wrapped it around your legs when they weakened, soothing the muscles and accelerate healing.

“hand over the belt and we won’t hurt you.” one man said, pointing to the belt z

you smirked. “no thanks.” kneeling, you slammed two hands against the ground. four rock pillars erupted beneath your attackers, sending them flying. some coughed up blood from the force of the impact.

you were underestimated. it was typical but you were used to it.

you easily fended for yourself, not knowing that in the background you were being observed by the heart pirates, and you caught the attention of their captain, trafalgar law.

when the group ran away scathed from your powers, law slowly emerged from the forest, slowly clapping his hands. you turned around and saw his crew trailing behind him. as you raised your hands waist high, rocks of different sizes emerged from the ground.

“that was a show.” he remarked.

you arched an eyebrow. clenching your fists, the rocks instantly sharpened into lethal spikes.

“high praise from a former warlord of the sea,” you replied. “congratulations for your success regarding the emperors as well, by the way.” you added tilting your head.

law smirked. “it was a team effort.”

“if you don’t mind,” you said, lowering your hands. the spikes crumbled back to the ground, as you continued, “i’d like to continue my work uninterrupted.”

crossing his arms over his chest, law nodded his head. “don’t take too long. i’ll be waiting for you right here.”

“that a threat?” you asked, brushing dirt off your jeans.

law shook his head. “no. it’s a fact.”

“in that case,” you mused, taking a few steps closer, “i’ll see you in a couple hours.”

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they spent billions on this

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😽🤍.

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Men who get so lost in kissing you as they fuck you that their thrusts halt completely. Too caught up in your mouth, your lips— it’s only when your walls twitch around them that they’re reminded of their duty. They make sure to ask for forgiveness with a particularly long, deep stroke as they bite down on your lower lip.

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always me

— sfw, but angsty

— summary: separated after joining doflamingo’s crew, years later, you and law find yourselves on the battlefield not as childhood friends but enemies.

“you’ve always had me.” law called out as he dodged an attack.

“no, i haven’t.” you replied jumping back, trying to find an opening. “it’s been years, law. years.”

the two of you continued your duel, law using shambles to disorient you, but you were fast. you were strong and anticipated his moves.

when did she become so strong? he thought to himself.

he remembered the sweet, shy girl you once were, holding his hand while you two wandered through the forests of flevance and how you depended on him for protection. or when you tried to stand up for yourself back at doflamingo’s but ended up getting beat on the ground. it was a complete 360, and he was astonished.

now, here you were, a powerful rear admiral equal to him or perhaps even more given your cipher pol training.

“you think this is justice?” he growled, “fighting crews, people who just want to be free?”

“free to pillage, cause havoc, and endanger others!” you shouted. “this world needs order, and the marines are here to ensure it.”

“you’re fighting for the people who killed our families. burnt our home to the ground. what the hell is wrong with you?” law yelled. your eyes glowed with anger.

“nothing is wrong with me.” you said. “i’m fighting for the people who see stains in this world and want to wipe them out.”

law gritted his teeth, using his room to alter the environment to his advantage.

your attempt to use finger pistol was a success, but the damage it caused law wasn’t significant enough to injure him. realizing you couldn’t win, you stopped fighting. the blue hue of room disappeared, leaving just you two standing in silence.

“go.” you said, walking up to him. “i can’t finish this fight.”

law was silent. before he teleported away, he murmured, “this isn’t over.”

when he disappeared, you knelt down and punched the ground in frustration, channeling your anger and rage.

why did your enemy have to be your childhood friend?

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Happy Fish Him Out Friday everyone

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always me

— sfw, but angsty

— summary: separated after joining doflamingo’s crew, years later, you and law find yourselves on the battlefield not as childhood friends but enemies.

“you’ve always had me.” law called out as he dodged an attack.

“no, i haven’t.” you replied jumping back, trying to find an opening. “it’s been years, law. years.”

the two of you continued your duel, law using shambles to disorient you, but you were fast. you were strong and anticipated his moves.

when did she become so strong? he thought to himself.

he remembered the sweet, shy girl you once were, holding his hand while you two wandered through the forests of flevance and how you depended on him for protection. or when you tried to stand up for yourself back at doflamingo’s but ended up getting beat on the ground. it was a complete 360, and he was astonished.

now, here you were, a powerful rear admiral equal to him or perhaps even more given your cipher pol training.

“you think this is justice?” he growled, “fighting crews, people who just want to be free?”

“free to pillage, cause havoc, and endanger others!” you shouted. “this world needs order, and the marines are here to ensure it.”

“you’re fighting for the people who killed our families. burnt our home to the ground. what the hell is wrong with you?” law yelled. your eyes glowed with anger.

“nothing is wrong with me.” you said. “i’m fighting for the people who see stains in this world and want to wipe them out.”

law gritted his teeth, using his room to alter the environment to his advantage.

your attempt to use finger pistol was a success, but the damage it caused law wasn’t significant enough to injure him. realizing you couldn’t win, you stopped fighting. the blue hue of room disappeared, leaving just you two standing in silence.

“go.” you said, walking up to him. “i can’t finish this fight.”

law was silent. before he teleported away, he murmured, “this isn’t over.”

when he disappeared, you knelt down and punched the ground in frustration, channeling your anger and rage.

why did your enemy have to be your childhood friend?