#and laws tattoos ugh

[shamblespirate]

Would you do a HC with Law and Kid beeing caught by the reader while changing or showering (they're completely naked😏). I mean how they would react😜👀

This is such a fun question Anon I love it! 🤩 I am gonna take liberty and choose them getting caught naked in shower 🖤

Kid

If you ever caught Kid naked in shower he would not even blink an eye. He would just look at you and get all smug and smirking "Enjoying the view?"

Kid would shamelessly look you up and down and then ask if you wanna join in. Depending on how far your relationship is he might try to pull you in with him.

Kid would enjoy making you flustered and watch you squirm. But he would get shy himself if you try to take over the situation and push yourself against him and let him feel you. He would blush but no way he is letting you get the upper hand.

Might turn steamy with him since I believe he is horndog.

Law

I imagine Law would be taken aback for a second before asking "What are you staring at?" Because he is such a tsundere!

Would try to sneak a look at you. He would not admit he is checking you out until later in relationship. In that case he would enjoy the view.

Law would enjoy a good relaxing shower with you where you wash each other's back and hair without turning it into something sexual. He would like it if you took your time spoiling each other and exchanging few slow and soft kisses.

Thought he would not be opposed into venturing into steamy territory.

[wingodex]

drawing tattoos on characters is already annoying enough to begin with so it's extra delightful to me that there's a contingent of op fanartists who give law even more tattoos than he already has for the express purpose of giving him a tramp stamp. and they're right to do it! he should have one in canon too, and i think oda fucked up big time there

[oxymorayuri]

❞𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞❝

Headcanons with my favorite boyssss [ Ace | Kid | Law | Doffy ] Wordcount » 1234 (lol no way... you see it? 1234...) Info » just cute things ;3

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Ace: qmech | Kid: skxviii | Law: oyasumi_mofu | Doffy: Hijiki_DaiXt

𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝐷. 𝐴𝑐𝑒

You both get partner tattoos instead of wedding rings but not something lame like a circle around the ring finger rather something small and personal. You have a little flame on the side of your thigh and he has one on his chest that has something to do with you. Maybe you have a devil fruit or a special weapon? It's up to you :p

You never thought you'd cry at your wedding ceremony because Ace let the most beautiful vows EVER leave his lips. His words were typically Ace and in between your tears he made you laugh. You were almost ashamed when it was your turn because you just wanted to repeat a sentence he once said to you but you changed it a bit… "I'm not interested in living a thousand years, it's enough for me to survive today with you." You spoke. Ace recognized the words immediately and remembered the conversation you shared in the past with a broad grin. He almost yanked you to him and kissed your lips even though the priest hadn't even given his blessing yet. But he doesn't care, he doesn't need the priest's blessings when he has you.

He definitely had his own thoughts about the wedding. For example, he has looked into various traditions… but it seems like he got something wrong… Instead of carrying you bridal style over the doorstep, he carried you all day. As soon as you set foot on the floor to get a new drink, he picked you up in his arms. His statement? "Come on love, when will I have the chance to carry you in your wedding dress again?". Okay that's smooth.

𝐸𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑑

Kid probably would never have proposed to you on his own. You've been together for so long now and every time you've seen a married couple your mood has soured. You were annoyed and also disgusted and one day Killer asked you about it and in the conversation you ironically realized that you also wanted to get married lol… when you were with Kid in his workshop you casually mentioned, that you thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to get married as he was working on one of his new creations. He froze at the word marriage and the next second his machine caught fire because he held the welding rod on it for too long. You both panicked and put out the fire and you realized that he found the topic unpleasant and unnecessary, but you are you and you get everything you want, even if you have to force him! Luckily for you, Killer told you that Kid likes the idea of you committing to him forever, but pshht… otherwise Killer will lose his life.

He will send you away if you want to ask him something about the wedding planning or want his opinion. He'll just tell you that you can do whatever you think is necessary (ugh). You think it's a bit of a shame but you don't mind, you just want him to feel comfortable at his own wedding. After all, it's not just yours. But if it were up to him, he would simply put the ring on your finger and seal your marriage with a big smooch on the lips. But later in the evening you notice that he has circled options he likes or left little notes on your wedding plans and that's when you know you're marrying the right one.

he forges your rings and is quite proud of his work, but secretly nags Killer that he is unsure whether you like the rings. When he saw the sparkle in your eyes and heard your words about how much you love the rings, his heart stopped for a moment only to beat extremely fast. He wanted to marry you right on the spot, but he knows how much love you put into the planning. Happy wife happy life lol.

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤

A grand wedding with everyone (including the straw hats etc.) is planned, but he has other plans and takes you to the most romantic place to have a wedding ceremony just for the two of you. The party can still take place afterwards with everyone, you are a little social butterfly after all, but the wedding ceremony? That's between you and him <3

Law, similar to Ace, would want partner tattoos instead of real rings but rather in an intimate place where only both of you will see it… if you know what I mean ;) It's safe to say he'll shower your tattoo with kisses everytime when you're getting busy.

He has already seen you (without you knowing it) in your wedding dress. He knew exactly what was going on when you waltzed happily past him with a big package... And even if he hesitated for a moment, he followed you discreetly like a pretty good stalker… He peered through the gap of the door to the room you shared. You were apparently so excited that you hadn't even closed the door. He heard you squealing happily in the bathroom and without really realizing it, he held his breath until you came out of the bathroom. And then you stood there in your beautiful white dress. The feeling in his chest increased rapidly as he watched you twirl in front of the mirror like a princess. Your laughter makes him grin… "I guess she's just as happy as I am that we're getting married..." he thought to himself with a satisfied expression as he let go of the door and walked away. He leaves you a little moment for yourself and your joy, he'll see you walking towards him soon anyway. He is pretty sure that he will never forget that moment. The sight of you walking towards him will be engraved in his brain.

𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜

You want fireworks that paint your faces in the sky? A thousand white doves that are released when you kiss? A 10 meter high chocolate fountain? A wedding in pink? No problem. Your list is long and you get everything you want. Doflamingo will put together the perfect team to fulfill your every wish. Money doesn't matter, but you do.

You get a ring with a gemstone you've never seen before. Even if you express your doubts that you are afraid of losing this precious ring, Doffy reacts almost insulted. You are the rarest and most valuable gemstone in the world. If you lose the ring, he'll have a new one before you know it.

It's going to be a big big wedding BUT not many people are invited because there's a chance of someone ruining it. Whoever is invited is a big figure or part of the family. Everything is secured but not in an oppressive way. It all plays in the background, because if there were security guards everywhere it would ruin your perfect wedding picture. Nobody is allowed to ruin this day for you and him and if they do, they will pay for it. He also has the wedding broadcast live on TV so that everyone can see that he's marrying the most beautiful woman in the world. How extra.

Masterlist

I hope you enjoyed reading it. See you next time <3

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒖𝒓𝒊 ♡

[honeyshiddendesire]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Law x Female Reader

Warnings: MINORS BEGONE! 18+! Spit kink, voice kink, Rough oral! deep throat/gagging, Dick riding, dirty talk, teasing/degradation (naughty girl, bad girl, cry baby), Dacryphilia (love for crying) vaginal penetration! you're his medicine !

Summary: Being a captain can be tough but with you around you always seemed to make things better.

*banner*

“Fuck.” Law grunts as he tugs you harder onto his cock, your body tucked under his desk with his head thrown back. His slender fingers tangled in your hair keeping you in place as he thrusts into your throat making you choke and cry. Tears streaming down your pretty face that he loves so much, “Stop being a cry baby I know you can -ah- take it.” Law's usually smooth voice is raspy with lust and stress that he wanted to release down your throat.

“Always being a bad girl when I tell you not to be.” He gets so mouthy whenever he's stressed and you love it, using your throat as a cock sleeve. Loving the sounds of your choked groans and moans sending vibrations around his long cock. The tip poking the back of your throat with every deep thrust of his hips, “Ugh~fuck~ that's it my slutty thing.” Law grunts as he looks down at your wrecked expression, drool running down your chin to drop in your exposed breast. 

Your nails dug into his thighs as you squirmed trying to create friction on your pussy but it was no use. The force of his cock in your mouth made you choke but he held you still loving every sound you made. “Fuck!”

Your eyes looked up into his with a needy expression that made him grunt, pulling you off his cock with a ‘pop’ sound. Your chest heaving as you stare up at him and he takes his cock in his hands tapping your lips with the tip. “Naughty girl, look at you so messy.” 

“Come here.” Law whispers softly patting his thigh, his thumb rubbing your chin as he licks his lips. 

You stand up slowly and climb on top of his lap, your hand going to spread your pussy open for him to watch. Law eyes paying attention to your every move with intense lust and hunger, his hands going to touch all over your body. Your thighs up to your waist then to your tits squeezing them roughly making you whine as you slowly lower yourself down on his cock. It was long and curved just right, hitting every spot that you needed it too. 

“Fuck~” Law’s moan was long and drawn out when you finally sat all the way down on his twitching cock. Head being thrown back to thud against his desk chair, eyes closing for a second as he moves his slender fingers back down to grip your thighs. 

You couldn't help but whine as you held onto his shoulders, bouncing yourself on his cock roughly just how he needed it. Taking his pleasure in your hands watching as his brows knit together with every bounce and drop you made. Circling your hips and moaning as you feel every inch of him. Eyes rolling back as he held your thighs tightly, hips rocking up into your cunt at a rough pace. His hands that you love so much pulling you down harder with each pump of his hips. 

“O-oh Law~!” You moan out loudly as your body bounces, tits moving with each thrust for his eyes to see. His jaw was tense as he watched, grunts and groans leaving him and tangling with your loud cries. The feeling of your wet walls soaking him was breaking every fiber in his being. 

You were the perfect medicine whenever he needed it and no matter his skills as a doctor you always knew what dose to deliver. You lean forward kissing all over his tense jaw, nipping and sucking marks at his neck, grinding down into his throbbing cock. His talented tattooed fingers finding your clit to rub vigorously making you whine just how he needed to hear.

 The walls were thin on the Polar Tang but the life of a captain can be so selfless and stressful but dammit sometimes he needed to be a bit selfish. He'd probably beat himself later out of embarrassment but right now he just needed you to cum on his cock. 

“Law baby please~ please cum in me.” You plead as you feel yourself gush on his cock, the mix of his thrusts and fingers rubbing your clit were all too much. You moan as you feel him fuck ropes of his seed into your pussy with a drawn out curse. His other hand pulling you down for a deep kiss as he gives a couple more thrusts riding out both of your highs. 

“You know I love you right?” He finally whispers after you both calm down and you just smile at him. Pressing yourself into his chest you kissed all over his face with a smile, “Of course you love me captain I'm your little stress relief.” You wink as a joke making his face heat up as he rolled his eyes mumbling shyly, "Be quiet will you Y/N-ya."

[eustasskidagenda]

can i request headcanons of what the monster trio+Usopp and Law think of Goth reader who wears all black, has tattoos and piercings, and loves horror ?? and who would like goths the most?? and idk how but could u mix a little nsfw with this if possible?? thank u!!

Yes, sure thing, here we go with some headcanons ! I didn't add nsfw for Luffy because I do not write smut for him. But for the others, there's a bit of nsfw at the end. Hope it meets your expectations, thank you for requesting :D

☆Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp & Law with a goth s/o

CW : g/n reader, MDNI, both sfw and nsfw, mention of alcohol for Zoro, mention of bullets for law, mention of blood and murder still for law (he’s talking about a horror movie)

WC : 2,4K

Luffy

Luffy's open-mindedness and curiosity would lead him to ask many questions about your style. He finds it cool.

"When did you discover this lifestyle?", "What's the meaning of your tattoo?", "What's your fav piercing?"

At random times, he would touch your tattoos and then, questions time again, "Is it really in your skin? Can you take showers with them, it doesn't fade? Oh wait, look, I can slide my finger into your earring gauge. All those piercings, woh, you must have a lot of holes."

He's so innocent, help.

Of course, he would love to try some goth clothes or to wear make-up just like you. Good luck, he's an incompetent model. Always fidgeting. He is unable to remain still. He would be quite annoying. You would clearly have a lot of struggles to draw a beautiful eyeliner on his over-smiling face. 

And you know, those scenes where he's imitating Sanji or Chopper? He would imitate you. Not to make fun of you, just because Luffy loves that kind of imitation.

He believes that his full black outfit and stunning eye-liner make him look really cool. He would be so proud to show the good job you made on him to everyone. 

Even while sleeping, he would keep his make-up on. He doesn't know that make-up needs to be removed. 

If you want to watch a horror movie, he may freak out because it was really scary or he may laugh heartily because it was quite funny. Especially in a slasher movie. He thinks that the characters' terrible decisions are amusing. "That was hilarious!"

He would love to trace your tattoos with his fingers. Luffy is fond of physical touch with his loved ones, so yes, his hands would be glued to your tattoos all the time. 

"Hey, Y/N, I have an idea for your next tattoo!" While showing you a really ugly drawing. This guy can't even draw a proper circle so a full tattoo… 

He wants to see it on your body now, so good luck.

Zoro 

CW : slight roux sex, oral sex (Zoro receiving), slight dacryphilia

Zoro is so oblivious and stoic that he doesn't care much about anything. He's not into fashion or trends; the only thing he's truly interested in is saké and training. He would not really care about what you're wearing, like he doesn't even know it's called gothic. For him, it's just black clothes, make up, tattoos and piercings. It's fine as long as you enjoy your outfit.

"Ugh, it's called goth… I thought it was just black clothes…" 

However, if someone dares to make a mean comment about your style, he would be pissed off. Zoro craves honor and respect, so he would get really angry. No one can make fun of his s/o. 

"Ain't no fucking way" if you want to put make-up on his face. Paint his nails black is the only thing you can do. 

I believe he would be fond of your piercings. He has some earrings himself, and he thinks they're cool. He would offer you some jewels sometime. "I thought it would look cool on you." Although his appearance is stoic, he has a genuine desire to please you.

And if you two are watching a horror movie together… honestly he would just fall asleep. Saw? Sleeping. Conjuring? Sleeping. Alien? Sleeping. The silence of the lambs? S.l.e.e.p.i.n.g. You just can't freak out Zoro. But he would enjoy having a peaceful moment with you. 

NSFW 

Zoro would be thrilled if you got a tattoo on your back. What a beautiful sight when he takes you roughly from behind: he can watch his cock sliding in and out of you, your ass, and your back tattoo. He would retrace your tattoo with his hands and bite or lick it. All. The. Time. 

Another thing he would enjoy? Your tongue piercing. "That's it, put this piercing into good use" while you're literally gagging on his cock slamming deep down your throat. The way you piercing rolls along his length or on his tip would elicit deep, low grunts from Zoro. Your watery eyes, faded eyeliner, and black drops running down your cheek would be a major turn-on for him.  "Fuck, you look so pretty with your make-up all messed up."

Sanji 

CW : oral sex (reader receiving), penetrative sex (no mention of genital for the reader), for the last paragraph, the reader is wearing a skirt + fishnet tights, but no pronoun used 

Sanji would love your style. He likes fashion and well-dressed people. He thinks that black outfits combined with beautiful smoky eyes and some piercings is an amazing style. 

But well, it's Sanji, so even if you were wearing a paper towel outfit, he would still think you're the most beautiful person in the whole universe. 

He would be a fantastic help with your makeup. Are you in need of flawless eyeliner? Just leave it to him. Same with the lipstick or even nail polish. He is a divine being with hands and he probably learned a few things during the time skip. 

He would have a great time watching scary movies with you. Because it means spending time with his s/o. He would prepare some healthy snacks for the both of you. But on the flip side, he's not a big fan of violence, so he would take this opportunity to get closer to you. "Oh, so scary!" Before holding you firmly. And no letting you go before the end of the movie.

Sanji would be more than happy to help you choose new clothes, make-up, or jewelry. He has really good taste. And he would try some outfits himself just to please you. 

"Y/N, try this one" while showing you a shirt with a big low-cut neckline. Just because he likes to watch your chest. 

If you have a tattoo on your chest, prepare yourself because Sanji's hands would be glued on it. It's too beautiful to resist, he can't help it.

Whenever you get a new tattoo, he will certainly aid you in applying the cream. He's more than happy to lend a hand if it involves touching you.

NSFW

When you're watching a movie, Sanji would enjoy the "chill" time more than the "movie" time. He would begin to retrace all of your tattoos while the movie is still running before going down on you. "Let's see if you can scream more than those guys on screen."

The way you look at him with those beautiful made-up eyes while he's thrusting into you? Intoxicating. The passion, the eyeliner, the make-up…. If you begin to kiss his neck, smearing your lipstick on his skin, his cock would be throbbing within you. It's too much for him to handle.

If you're into wearing skirts and fishnet tights, Sanji would definitely nosebleed. He would just pin you against the wall or sit you on the table, hike up your skirt, and slowly sink his length into you, moaning close to your ear.

Usopp

CW: slight fingering (reader receiving), slight cum play

At the start, he would be impressed by you. Once Usopp gets accustomed to your style, he would absolutely love it.

Your aesthetic, particularly your tattoos and jewels, would be a great source of inspiration for him. Since he is a god of his hands, he would create some outfits and jewels for you. 

To surprise you, he would work really hard on a beautiful tattoo. Unlike Luffy, he is skilled at drawing. He also knows your tastes, so honestly, the final piece would be mesmerizing. Usopp would be very proud if you tattooed his drawing on your skin. 

"R-really, you… you tattooed my drawing on your skin?" With a flustered expression and his heart pounding. 

Even though Usopp doesn't share the same musical/cinematographic tastes, he would try to learn more about your likes. Despite his dislike for scary movies. Our poor Usopp would be so freaked out, especially with the jump scares. At the conclusion of the movie, he would become clingy and even fearful of sleeping alone in the dark. 

He's a dreamer and a good storyteller, so seeing your outfits would help him with his inspiration. He loves to imagine stories and would end up daydreaming about you wearing specific outfits in specific situations. Occasionally, he would draw you. 

Perhaps he could make a weapon that is based on your favorite music or movie. He's so creative. 

He's a coward so piercings/tattoos are not for him, but he would help you take care of yours. And he's really conscientious about it. 

The same applies to your hairstyle or make-up, Usopp knows how to cut hair and he's good with make-up because he's an artist. Please let him do your make-up and hair. He's fond of those moments of intimacy. 

NSFW

"Hey y/n… so I have an idea… you know… your outfit is quite… pretty. I'd love to draw you… but you know, like… a spicy drawing… I mean, an artistic one… you see?" he would babble so much. Poor Usopp is so embarrassed. But he can't help it, you're really inspiring his creative soul. And as you accept being drawn in some suggestive positions, Usopp would try his best to keep both hands on his pencil and hide how turned on he is. But his hard cock pressing against his pants is unavoidable. Please, have mercy.

Another fantasy of his? Painting of your naked body. The sight of your bare body is breathtaking. Usopp would have a lovely and sweet time painting your curves. The softness of his touch and all his mesmerizing comments about how amazing you are, are quite adorable. His hands would be heavenly soft and he would have a glimmer of pride in his eyes because he's truly doing a great job. "Y/N… I need you so bad…" while watching at your exposed bare bottom. With your consent, sure, he would slide two fingers into you, moaning through gritted teeth. He would slide his hard cock between your ass cheeks until he cum. His seed would be on your back, thighs, almost everywhere. "Now, what a beautiful painting."

Law

CW : slight dirty talk, slight teasing, slight nipple play, slight choking 

Law being... Law, he would not be very vocal about his thoughts. Like, you want to wear black clothes? Okay. A lot of piercings? Okay. You like horror movies? Fine. He has too much on his plate to care about that type of thing.

But he would be really curious about your tattoos. At first, he would stay silent because he is aloof. After some time, he would be happy to learn more about the meanings of your tattoos, if they have one. And if not, just how did you get the idea. There's a chance he'll talk about his own tattoos. 

Law finds it difficult to communicate, so having something in common with him would make it easier. He is interested in discussing art with you, or even getting a tattoo with you. Law would love this date idea.

As a skilled doctor, he would be extremely attentive to the healing process. "Y/N-ya, don't forget your cream." all the day. He would leave a note if he's not around.

Putting make-up on his face is not an option. "I don't need make-up anyway, I already have dark circles under my eyes." He's not wrong in fact

Law would probably be uneasy with certain horror movies. Particularly if it can trigger his past trauma. If the plot is about sickness or people taking a bullet, he's not willing to watch it and even mad if you try to force him to. 

If it's a random slasher or something paranormal, it’s okay. And he knows a number of movies. However, he would be extremely irritating. Like, pointing out all the incoherences and the jump cuts. Again, he's a doctor, so whenever there's a gore scene, he can't help but comment on it. "Ugh, it's so ridiculous, it doesn't look like this. You know that Y/N-ya, right? In fact, when people are killed like this, the organs are damaged... first, the..." Prepare yourself for a complete explanation during the movie. "The blood is unrealistic and the costumes are cheap, it's awful."

He's such a nerd. 

Law probably shares your musical tastes, so perhaps he could create a playlist for you. Without any word, just like "Hey, listen to this Y/N-ya" before returning to his office. 

NSFW 

Piercings? Big yes. Nipple piercing? Total heaven. For hours, Law would suck and bite your nipples. Or pinch them. It's so intoxicating for him. "Your nipples are so damn hard, you like when I play with them?" 

Law would be delighted to use a mirror when he plows into you from behind, as he loves your tattoos. The nice jiggle on your ass, all your tattoos wet with sweat, how you squirm and the expression of pure bliss on your face… "You're so beautiful when I'm fucking you" If you're wearing that kind of tight chain necklace, he would brutally pull on, enjoying how you're gagging. And as he buries your head against the pillow, he would love to watch the faded makeup on your face and the marks on the pillow. "You look cute when you bite the pillow." He would say, slapping your ass before continue to fuck you senseless. 

And Law, as the teaser he is, would just love running his fingers along your tattooed skin for hours. Making you tremble with anticipation and desire. He would trace each line and curve from your neck to your ankles, avoiding all your sensitive areas. "You're already so turned on… for absolutely nothing. You need me so badly, y/n-ya? " 

He loves your tattoos and he knows you love his. So while he fucks you, his tattooed fingers would be wrapped around your neck. "My fingers are quite a beautiful collar for you, don't you think? " With his favorite teasing grin. It's written " death " on them for a good reason, because you're here to discover what "a little death" means.

[willowbelle]

You Know Me

Part Two

this is a part two to this fic: Stay Here, With Me

another poetic fic, enjoy!

i lowkey hate this ugh, writer’s block

❤︎ trafalgar law x reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: mentions of sex, mentions of both Law's and reader's trauma, lots of fluff and comfort ♡︎

word count: 1,000

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

You Know Me

Skin, limbs, sheets, sweat, 

Tears. 

You sat on pins and needles as he stroked your hair, slowly bringing you back down from that place in your mind you hadn’t ever ventured. 

You sat curled up in Law’s lap, in all your nakedness, tears streaming down your face, your vulnerability on full display in more ways than one. 

You felt weak and you showed it.

With each touch of his fingers in your strands, you felt yourself coming undone in his embrace, low sobs emitting from your throat and into the warmth of his tattooed chest.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he cooed, his typically low, monotone voice was now enveloped in a newfound sweetness; comfort. 

Your sobs soon turned to wails, and he squeezed you tighter as he spoke, “Let it out, y/n, I’m here.” 

Law took you down the roads in your mind that even you, the paver, had not yet traveled. 

The dark allies where your trauma lingered,

The grooves of your brain that housed your darkest demons,

you went there hand-in-hand. 

He places a comforting hand on your back, your weak form trembling beneath his tattooed fingers. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay, I'm all ears whenever you're ready, and if you’re not,” he smiles gently, “Then that’s okay, too.”

“L-Law,” you began slowly, tilting your head up to look into his eyes.

And finally,

You shed for him;

Shed your tears,

Shed your secrets,

Shed your skin.

You had harbored these words in your head for far too long, guarded with the shield of your own terror. 

And so, with the gentle pull of his uncharcateristic kindness, 

You let go. 

You inhaled shakily before clearing your throat and gazing back up into his eyes, 

For as long as you could remember, you’d always been scared; scared of sex, scared of silence, scared of men.

But with Law, maybe you were scared because, for the first time in a long time, at the root of it all;  

tangled limbs, soft kisses, wet hair, 

you weren’t scared.

You had always tried to slap the fright out of you, rip it from your bones without giving yourself time to recover. But Law did so differently; he did so gently.

Law pried the fright from your body in his own way, his own tender way. 

And he noticed your wounds, your baggage, 

but he wasn’t frightened by them, 

he covered them in bandages and removed the aching from your shoulders, the loads that you’d carried for years and years. 

And perhaps, for the first time, you could learn to be gentle with yourself, with his hand in yours,

maybe you’re not afraid anymore.

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Law’s works quickly, quietly, just how he was taught. 

From the moment you began your relationship, Law studied you, just like he did all things in life; methodically, passionately. 

That’s how he knew just how to prepare your morning coffee; a little cream, a touch of sugar, exactly how you like it. 

He takes subtle glances towards your shared bed to ensure he hadn’t woken you, humming to himself in contentment as he sees you still sleeping soundly. 

Law takes a quick sip from his own mug before taking a seat at his desk, still watching you intensively, steel irises scanning up and down your naked, sleeping form. 

His heart swells in his chest as he watches you, and he sits silently, picking his brain to find the moment where his life took such a drastic turn. 

Law had always been a troubled, cynical man; a tired soul who bore the heavy weight of his own tragic past. 

He was a pesimist in the truest form; a sculptor of despair, carving his worldview from nothing but  the rough stones of skepticism and pain. For as long as he could remember, heartbreak always seemed to follow him. 

But with you, things were different. 

The moment he laid his eyes on you, something new, foreign, and beautiful began to bloom in the dark, unforgiving terrain of Law’s seemingly uninhabitable mind. 

His barriers crumbled for you, just as yours did for him, and although it frightened him, downright horrified him, he simply watched on as his walls came tumbling down. He didn’t scramble to stop it, or run to catch the stones, he just let it happen. 

For once in his life, this guarded, control-freak of a man finally let go. 

He allowed you to take his heart, 

and all that came with it, 

All the baggage,

All the scars.

and love him unconditionally. 

Soon enough, the gentle hum of the coffee maker and the sweet smell of espresso beconned you from your slumber. 

Law smiles softly as he sees you begin to stir, your beautiful eyes fluttering open and immediately scanning the room, searching for him.

You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands,

“Law…?” you croak out sleepily.

His voice is low and sweet as he speaks, 

“Right here, sweetheart,” 

He stands, slowly making his way towards you, gently placing a mug of hot coffee in your hands, earning a sleepy, but happy hum from you. 

“Mmm, thank you, you always make it perfectly,” you smile gently at him, scooting over in bed to make room for him to sit. 

He complies happily, wrapping an arm around you.

“I know you, dear,” he chuckles, “like the back of my hand.”

You giggle softly, resting your head on his strong shoulder,

“You sure do, Law.”

“And y/n,” Law begins again, voice quieter, now, 

“I like that you know me, too.”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 35

part 1 | part 34 | ao3

cw: Fred slander apologies to any Freds

“Okayyy,” Robin says with a shaky laugh as she points at everyone in the booth, going around the circle and introducing them in a single breath. “Amy-Tim-Vickie-Beth-Grant-Jordan-Fred, aaand Nancy. You, um, you already know— Nancy... r-right,” she stammers at Steve’s pointed glare, “so, um. Anyway!”

She grabs him by the shoulders; shoves him front and center like he’s a really cool new toy she brought to class for show-and-tell. “Everyone, this is Steve! Steve, this is—”

“You don’t have to say it again.”

“Oh, thank god.” She slides into the booth with a relieved huff, and Steve scoots in after her.

Despite the awkward tension and that bonkers introduction, everyone at the table does their best to act cool, to say hello and make him feel welcome while they wait for the band to start. Grant slides him the basket of fries, and Jordan compliments his watch, and Vickie asks if he’s coming to the last football game of the season, voice high and shy as she rambles about how ‘Robin’s solo in the halftime show is sooo good, you really should come see it!’ and wow.

Is Robin vain or something? She’s got a crush on a clone of herself.

Steve munches on fries and keeps an eye on the stage, hoping to catch Eddie before the show starts, and the whole thing’s… not so bad, actually. Kind of decent. Almost nice, until Fred fucking Benson ruins it. Steve’s saying something about the basketball team’s chances this season when the little asshole rolls his eyes and leans in to stage-whisper to Nancy loud enough for the whole table to hear, “The Hair? Seriously? What’s he even doing here?”

...Yeah, fuck this. “He’s getting a drink,” Steve says and storms off to the bar.

—

He’s not getting that drink.

Turns out a tenner isn’t a big enough bribe to get a bartender to break the law, so Steve nurses a diet Coke that he pretends is a lager and refuses to even look in the direction of the booth. Fucking Fred. What an asshole.

And what a stupid name, too, like— who looks at a baby and thinks, yep, looks like a Fred to me? Ugh.

Robin, bless her, has the good sense to leave him alone for a couple minute until he cools off, but then the music starts and she comes over to shout ‘stop moping and dance with me!’ and that’s the end of that.

—

The band is fucking awesome.

Steve doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this: high energy, tight rhythms, a driving beat that makes him want to dance. The bass reverberates through the floor, up his shins and through his chest, and for a second it almost feels like he has his hearing back, like his whole body is a wall of noise, filled with the wail of Eddie’s guitar, the scratchy rasp of his singing voice, and Eddie's…

Eddie’s amazing. Lightning in a bottle as he bounces around the stage, hips moving to the rhythm, fingers blurring over the frets. He looks so fucking hot. Denim vest, silver rings, jeans showing a delicious amount of skin — skin Steve has put his mouth on; tattoos he’s tasted with his tongue.

God, he can’t wait to kiss him. Is probably going to combust if it doesn’t happen tonight. Or like, come in his jeans, more realistically.

They dance and jump and shout along to the covers they recognize, and when Eddie dips backstage to let the band do an instrumental thing, Steve shakes the sweat out of his eyes and heads to the bar for a water.

—

"Mind if I join you?" Nancy asks.

Steve sighs. This is what he gets for wandering off alone. Robin's still by the stage, twirling Vickie around swing-style to a frantic, jazzy drum solo in a move that's actually pretty impressive even if it makes no sense with the music, and Steve resigns himself to his fate and nods at the empty stool beside him.

They sip their drinks in silence — awkward and charged, old hurts hanging between them like static waiting to strike. "Sorry about Fred," she says eventually. "And- and for me, too, I guess."

Steve huffs a laugh. Appreciates the sentiment, even if it doesn't change anything. "It's fine."

She glances over at him, that journalistic focus etched into her face. “How are you?” she asks softly.

Another laugh under his breath. He thinks about answering her honestly, just to entertain himself. Pictures the way her face would fall as he went on and on: "Oh, you know. My mom left me to go ‘rest' in Evanston, like I don’t know that means she went to rehab without saying a goddamn word, and when I called my aunt to yell at her about it, she said some ice cold shit about how I should be happy my mom left me, because now I can keep the money from the lot fees all to myself, and I said ‘what lot fees?’ and it turns out mom had been hiding, like, a lot of money from me while I stressed out about our budget for months. Oh! And also my dad’s dead, but you knew that already. And also I want to hump my neighbor against a brick wall so bad my dick is turning purple. How are you?"

"...Steve?" she tries after a moment.

“I’m good,” he settles on. Gives the bullshit answer because that's all they've ever been to each other, isn't it? Bullshit. "Yeah, I'm good," he tells her, "and you?"

"I'm fine." Her smile is tight, bags under her tired eyes, and then she sighs out long and slow, "Actually, I'm not. Everything's been..."

Steve tries to listen, but he just can't bring himself to care. Doesn't want to hear about whatever drama she's going through with the guy she dumped him for. And then Eddie comes back out on stage, and he's looking out into the crowd, and no fucking way is Steve letting him look over here and think he's cozied up with Nance. No fucking way. Nancy's ruined enough good things for him already.

"Sorry," he cuts her off, not feeling sorry at all as he stands up and walks off without looking back at her.

"Steve?" She calls after him. "Hey- wait!"

Steve makes his way to the front of the crowd.

“Howdy,” Eddie greets the room, stepping up to the mic with a Hollywood-worthy grin. His guitar’s strapped over his back, the neck pointing to the ground, and he looks so good up there. So comfortable and real.

And his outfit's different now. The denim vest is gone, and he's wearing a cut off tank top. The tank top; the one he wore that night, loose around the arms to expose his pretty, painted ribs. Steve looks up at him, transfixed. Like staring straight at the sun.

“How’s everybody doing?”

The group at the stage all whoop and cheer, and Eddie laughs delightedly; thanks them all for coming, thanks the tech and service crews. He introduces the band next, pointing each member out by name and letting them do a little solo, and then he swings his guitar over his shoulder and says, “We got one last song for you tonight!”

More cheering from the crowd. Eddie plants his feet and scans the room, a small, secret smile lighting up his gorgeous face when his eyes land on Steve. Just for a second before he looks away, but that smile stays firm, and Steve knows the next words are meant for him.

“Now, this isn’t our usual style, but uh… a little birdie told me someone here might need to hear this.”

Eddie strums his guitar. The opening notes of Go Your Own Way ring out, sped up and made grittier to fit the band's sound. Steve’s heart is in his throat.

“Good morning, sweetheart," Eddie beams as his bandmates join in, "this one’s for you.”

—

part 36

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[sashi-ya]

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Pulsation +18. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @valval08 your 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 bonbon is filled with 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒕 & 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 , please enjoy the taste of 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒙

request: @valval08 asked: Hiiiiiii @sashi-ya I’m so glad the spicy won cause lols 😂 I wanted spicy but vote for non spicy by accident. Can I please request Law x female reader with a dulce de leche filling and the pulsations bon bon. Thank you so much!!!! tw: rough sex. impregnation. mentions of pregnancy. vag sex. bitting. choking. wc: 1k | masterlist

Ink lines crossing his skin, the heart in his chest against your back. His knees on the mattress, yours over his thighs. The surgeon of death pulling from your arms back, your tiny pleaded skirt covering the lewd motions of sex against sex.

He goes in and out, so hard. So violently. “La- Law! I- uhh… auch….” “You asked me to be rough, didn’t you… (Name)-ya?”

He has no mercy. He won’t have it even if you ask him to stop. Law is not even making an effort, it’s so natural for him to fuck you this hard.

His tattooed fingers round your neck, expertly applying pressure exactly where it should be done. He can sense your pulse going up on the tip of his fingers, and he wishes to cut that blood flow just to make you dizzy, so damn dizzy. He wants all your blood where it should be; your sex. He wants your anatomy filled up, throbbing, swollen. Law wants your walls to clench tight to his shaft.

“Uhgh- ugh- nggh- L- Law!“ you pant, and also gag. He presses your carotids with his thumb and middle finger, while his index pulls your tongue down as it invades your mouth. You drool, your mascara tinted tears also go down your cheeks. Immoral waterfalls that can only match the wetness of your core.  

Law scoffs, he doesn’t get tired from the thrusts, not in the slightest; “It was such a beautiful makeup you got for valentine’s… and I’m here ruining it” he laughs. And that laughter is the sweetest melody your lightheaded self could catch from around you.

You whimper and whine, just when he decides -from time to time- you can use your throat. He goes for the marks around your neck, he wants his fingertips on your skin, carved, tattooed.

You thought it would be funny if you dared him to fuck you “rough”. You insisted, you played with the idea. You even joke he was soft and delicate… and he promised you would never had to say that… ever again…. “Am I too soft? Too delicate, (Name)-ya? Well, we will see after this romantic dinner”

Law also squeezes your breasts. He goes hard, he doesn’t care. He pinches and twists your nipples, he wants you to scream. And you do, as he pulls so mercilessly from your erected, overly sensitive buttons.

He also bites, from time to time, your shoulders. Because… why wouldn’t he? You wanted it rough, right?

Oh, rough and raw too. raw, so he could fill you up…

“Ngh, (Name)-ya…” he for once goes slower. His hips aren’t killing you as before. You have come, probably twice already but him? Not yet. You can’t help but move on your own, going up and down, sometimes back and forth but most importantly tracing circles with your hips around his hard, drippy sex.

You want to milk him. You really want more. You want his warm release inside you, too.

He tries to stop you, his hands pressing down your lower belly now. He wants you to go slower, but he can’t make it happen. His own hips aren’t responding to his brain, either.

“Don’t- I’m not wearing a condom” he tries to warn you. He is so torn into keep doing it rough, filling you up to the brim, he has fantasized with his own cum dripping out your entrance so many times before.

“Fill me up ~” you purr, making his arms to fully surround your waist. You want to lock him in and around you, and you do with your own arms. You have closed your legs enough so that he is also unable to pull off. -He didn’t, he couldn’t do it, either way-

Law takes a look at the reflection of your bodies in a foggy window of a cheap hotel. It was valentine’s day, there was no time, you didn’t want to waste it searching for a better place. It could have been the car; but there wasn’t enough room, he said.

“You want me to destroy you, and now to get you pregnant (Name)-ya? You want me to fucking get you pregnant?” he asks, this time whispering, short of breath and full of desire, on your ear. “Do you really wanna get filled with my cum? Are you gonna keep it all inside, my sweet little bitch?”

You nod, desperately, humping on top of him, clenching to his throbbing hardness so ready to give the surgeon the so needed relief. “Pl- please, Law… fill me up, get me pregnant, impregnate me”

Law sighs louder, he needs to let go all the tension accumulated in his chest. “Very well, allow me to ~” he moans, going as hard as fast as possible with thrusts that could kill, that make you shiver, that make you weak.

And with a loud grunt, he comes. This time is him who won’t let you stand up. He traps you against his thighs, against his sweaty body. “Keep it there” he growls, kissing your cheek, going as deep as possible, remaining there. Both bodies mixed in one, connected for almost eternity. “Keep it there for me, (Name)-ya… happy valentine’s day, I love you”

“Thank you, my love… it feels so warm…” you mumble, turning to the side to give him sloppy kisses, so full of passion and lust. “Don’t move until the last drop is inside me… I love you~”

[rinstrumental]

ellie gf headcanons pt. 2

# i’m a headcanon machine i cant be stopped… also she is literally a cheesy ass lose girlfriend this part is actually canon confirmed by naughty dog. modern au

if your native language isn’t english/speak any language other than english she is going to think you’re ten times cooler than you already are. best believe she’s hopping on duolingo first thing she gets home too so she can impress you (i know duolingo isn’t the best but she’s TRYING)

she took spanish in high school though

even though she can’t retain the info for shit she will search up terms of endearment in your language and call you them all the time even if you think its corny she can’t stop

whenever someone asks her what her type is she just says “my girl” with the most stupid grin on her face

she fidgets SO much omg she doesn’t wear rings often but when she does (you said they looked nice one time and all of a sudden she’s wearing rings every time you see her) she’s constantly playing with them. she also plays with the strings of her hoodie/loose threads etc.

*playing basketball* “this one’s for you babe” *completely misses*

such a nerd for collectibles!! has been since she was a kid. she has funko pops, vinyls, pokemon cards, snowglobes, plushies, smiskis, calico critters she’s a slave to capitalism

little social media presence. her only instagram account is basically a photo dump which is private with only her closest friends following it. (spoiler alert, most of the pictures are of the two of you)

in the last post i said she’s have a pet gecko but i also strongly believe joel would have a dog. could be a teeny tiny chihuahua or a fucking great dane idk just give my man a good friend! ellie also loves that dog (whatever it is) dearly

doesn’t have any piercings and doesn’t ever consider it unless you say that they’d look good on her… your word is her law FR 😭😭😂😂

okay no she’s not dependent on you to the point of it being toxic though. HOWEVER it’s a bit hard for her to express when she feels upset sometimes and gets jealous easily but she tries her best to communicate and keep it healthy

she has her tattoos though of course. although this is a modern au so she’d have different ones i guess… forearm one is definitely in the cards but also lots of tiny little ones. a few for her friends and family and a few she got in a drunken stupor

pottery lesbian that’s it

gets SOOO red when she’s drunk i dont care what anyone says her alcohol tolerance is average at best

i think she would play a sport sometimes. like volleyball. she plays competitively if she’s in school and she always wants you to come “watch your girlfriend be cool”. bring a sign - she’ll love it

kisses and hugs u after the game while she’s all sweaty too…ew but aw

she also really likes animated movies, not disney but like how to train your dragon and the spiderverse and puss in boots (im projecting). she went to see barbie and oppenheimer on the same day and she didn’t dress up but the spirit was there!!

she’s not a gymbro per se but joel probably would have workout equipment in the basement which ellie uses from time to time. and she’s just naturally lean because she’s an active person. pls tell her how big and strong and sexy and amazing she is

ok fine i think she likes being praised AND SHE DESERVES ITT like she’s such a wonderful girlfriend ❤️ ugh shes perfect I CANT STAND HER

goodnight and good morning texts are part of her routine

sunburns easily so you have to remind her to wear sunscreen all the time

doesn’t really know how to do makeup but she’ll paint your nails for you and do your hair

whenever the two of you spend the night together she’s usually last to get up. this bitch could sleep through the rapture i’m not kidding but it’s okay because it gives you time to admire her pretty face as she sleeps in peace and quiet for once

takes the aux very seriously you guys HAVE to share it. unless you like the same music and i think she would like radiohead, joy division, deftones and loser sad songs like that…. she also is a big fan of the spiderverse soundtrack and kendrick lamar though and thee stallion 😜 (i have two wolves inside me)

please reblog mwah thank you!!

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 16

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: *SLOW BURNNNNNN* You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @airwolf92

WC: 2400

Burning Hearts Chapter 16: Broken Trust

— — 

The next morning, you were awoken gently by a sliver of light making its way past the dated lace curtains and the faintest chirping of songbirds outside the window. You flex and stretch a bit and feel the warm body behind you holding you close. You touch your lower stomach, nothing but smooth skin. Last night really did happen… all of it…

You turn around and nuzzle your face into the sparse chest hair that decorated Law’s tattooed sternum. Law hums, he must have already been awake for awhile. 

“Good morning.” He says as he cards his hand through your hair. 

“Good morning back.” You whisper as you pepper his bare chest with light kisses. 

“T-that tickles…” His hand in your hair stills. You pull back to look at his face. 

“Law… I really can’t thank you enough for last night… You have no idea what it means to me.” You smile and lean in and place a kiss on lips. 

“You don’t have to thank me. I promised I would help you.” He states. You smile at him. 

You lean forward and press more kisses to the column of Law’s throat, applying more pressure than before. His breathing hitches and his body freezes. 

“Well…” You say in between your wet mouthing of his neck. “If you won’t let me say thank you, maybe there’s another way…” You slide your hand down his chest to cup his half hard bulge through his sweatpants. 

Law grabs your wrist. 

“No, it’s fine!” He says nervously as he pulls away from you and sits up in bed. 

“Law, I-“ You didn’t know wether to apologize or reassure him that you wanted to pleasure him, but he cut you off before you got the chance. 

“We should get back soon. I’m going to clean up and we can leave.” Law gets up from the bed and leaves you laying there, naked and alone, as he enters the en suite bathroom. You were confused and frankly a bit frustrated… but that wasn’t new to you about your feelings for Law. You sigh and hop out of bed to pack up your things. 

— — 

The trip back to the base was mostly silent, both of you clearly feeling awkward about the situation in bed this morning but nobody daring to broach the subject verbally. Once arriving back you quickly head to your room to drop of your things before heading straight next door to Ikkaku’s room. 

You knock on the door. 

“You bumping uglies in here or can I come in?” You holler from the hallway. 

“Come in!” You hear your friend call from inside. You push the door open and you see Ikkaku and Penguin sitting on the floor playing cards. 

“Beat it, Peng. I need to vent.” You make a motion with your thumb to the doorway. 

“Oh shit. This doesn’t sound good.” Ikkaku’s smile drops as she sees your face. 

“Aww come on I won’t tell anyone! Let me stay!” Penguin whines. 

“No way, you even tell Shachi if you haven’t taken a dump all day, there’s no way you won’t spill these beans. You’re the king of oversharing.” You scowl and cross your arms. 

“Fine.” Penguin sighs and rises to his feet and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. 

“Soo…. Your romantic getaway not fairy tale quality?” Ikkaku inquires, patting the spot next to her on the floor for you to sit. 

“Ugh that’s the thing! It really was! Until this morning…” You groan. 

“Okay okay, back it up. Did you guys like… do it?” She raises an eyebrow. 

“No!” You reply immediately, sounding almost irritated. “I mean we… more like he… well he gave me head and it was great but-“

“It was great? NO way. That makes sense because he asked Peng about it in the kitchen the other day and he was super weird about it… but I didn’t think much of it because he’s weird about like… everything? You know?”

“Wait he asked him how to eat pussy?” You say, wide eyed in shock. 

“Apparently. I’m just shocked it was good. The first time Penguin went down on me it was like a dog trying to get the last bit out of a peanut butter jar…” 

“Ew.” You furrow your brow in disgust at the mental image. “Ok but this morning I tried to reciprocate and he totally pushed me off. Freaked out about it. Now it’s weird between us. I don’t know what I did wrong.” You sigh and sit back on the palms of your hands. 

“Maybe he needs more time. He’s a delicate guy, D. He barely allows himself any time to enjoy himself or anything at all, he probably isn’t used to the idea of someone wanting to make him feel good.” Ikkaku leans forward and grabs a bag of cheese puffs from somewhere under her bed. She cracks the bag open and offers it to you. You grab a few and shove them into your mouth. 

“I mean it’s like? What man in his 20’s doesn’t want a handjob?” You complain through mouths of processed junk food. 

“Apparently the kind of man that you’re into.” Ikkaku shrugs. “Ease him into it. Talk to him about it. He might be weird, but he probably just needs to trust you and he takes a long time to trust people. He’s been hurt a lot and you gotta just let him feel it out at his own pace.”

“Fine, I get that… but you have to admit it’s kind of giving mixed signals when he was face first inside of me just the night before!” 

“Damn he was really going for it, huh? Well, maybe giving and receiving are on different planes for him! It wouldn’t kill you to have a conversation about it.” Ikkaku scolds you. 

“I’m gonna give it a day. I think my brain needs a break from all this. Do you wanna smoke about it or something?” You say as you fish your metal case full of pre-rolled joints out of your pocket along with your lighter. 

“Normally I would reprimand you about unhealthy coping mechanisms, but since you’re offering…” 

— — 

Alarms blared all through the base early the next morning. Law was of course already up and dressed, going over paperwork at his desk when they first went off. He immediately sprung up, grabbed his blade and headed out to see what the cause of the alarms. 

“Captain!” Bepo shouted as he rounded the hallway corner. “Pirates! There’s a whole crew of pirates docking on the East shore of the island!” “Shit.” Law says as various Heart Pirates joined him and Bepo in the hallway. “I’ll go take care of it. You all stay here.” 

“I’m coming too.” Daisy chimed in from behind Law. 

“No you’re not.” Law state and put out his hand to stop her. 

Blades in hand, she brushed past him towards the large metal door of the base. 

“I wasn’t asking for permission.” 

— — 

Law quickly teleported himself through the forest towards the eastern shore as Daisy soared between the tree tops, careful to stay below the sky where she could be easily seen. Upon arriving at the beach, the pair found a surly crew of 50 or 60 pirates that had already disembarked their two ships. 

A very large pirate with a scar across his face wearing a yellow hat stepped forwards, clearly the crew’s captain. 

“You know this guy?” Daisy asked Law, her eyes not leaving the foreign pirate. 

“Never seen him before in my life.” Law responds. 

The captain speaks. 

“So the rumors are true! Strawhat Pirate Rito Daisy, 60 million berries, hiding out with a warlord! Were you going to keep the money for yourself, Trafalgar? Or did you have something else in mind?” The pirate chuckled evilly. 

“Who even are you?” Daisy ask, annoyed. 

“I am the great feared captain-“

“You know what? I actually don’t care. You can all leave now alive or you can board your ship in body bags. Take your pick, dick head.” Daisy retorts. 

“I’m not leaving without my 60 million berries, bitch.” The stranger spits back. 

“Wrong choice.” Daisy unsheathes her blades and looks towards Law. “I guess we have to kill these guys, huh.” 

“Guess so.” Law brandishes his own weapon. “Room.” 

And with a single “room” the fight was on. Normally, two against fifty were unfair odds, but a mediocre pirate crew against two wildly powerful devil fruit users evened the playing field. 

Law battled fiercely, taking out handfuls of enemy pirates at once, trying to reach the captain. He assumed Daisy was doing the same, he wasn’t worried, knowing that this was a perfect opportunity for her to use the skills he had been teaching her. It was time to sink or swim. 

Law briefly looked over in her direction and was impressed with what he saw. Pirates were falling all around Daisy, skin burnt to a crisp, massive chunks taken out of their flesh by what seemed to be massive claws. He had only seen Daisy like this once before, but this time she was even more dragon than human, she was twice her size and her entire back half resembled that of a dangerous creature. Black scales glimmered in the sun from her back haunches to high up on her torso, a huge spiked tail swinging and knocking men to the backs. 

Daisy reached the captain before Law did, dispatching him quickly with a fierce blow with her back claws to the chest. 

Upon seeing their captain felled, the rest of the pirates stopped fighting. There were only a few dozen left, but they all dropped their weapons. 

“W-we’ll leave! Please! We won’t tell anyone what happened! Please!” A bruised and bleeding man on his knees begged Law to spare their pathetic lives. 

“Fine. Go. Don’t ever come back here-“ Law is interrupted by a massive snarl and a burst of flames engulfing the entirety of the rest of the enemy pirates, effectively barbecuing all of them. 

“Daisy! Enough!” Law shouts at the large creature he knew just the night before as his lover and bedmate. 

Daisy turns to Law after hearing his voice and steps towards him, nostrils flaring in quite a reptilian way. She continues advancing towards him, tail swishing angrily and smoke billowing from her nose and mouth. A guttural, clicking type growl comes from deep in her throat. 

“Daisy…” Law warns as he slowly steps back. 

Before Law could draw his blade in defense, Daisy let out a powerful roar and lunged forward. Her claws dug straight into his left arm and ripped his flesh. 

“AH!” Law cries out and instinctively uses his full strength to lift the beast off of him and throw it to the ground. As the body tumbles away from him on the sand, the tail and claws vanish and the Daisy that Law knows returned to view. She was whimpering and writhing in pain, he hit her harder than he had meant to, but he had to protect himself. 

He looked at his arm, it was bleeding profusely. Law made a quick room to suture the wound closed, but it wouldn’t hold for long. This was going to take much longer to repair, but he didn’t have time, he needed to see if Daisy was okay. 

Law runs over to the curled up body. He grabs her shoulder and rolls her onto her back, eyes fluttering open, pupils now returned from their snakelike slits to the human ones he was so fond of catching glimpses of. 

“Daisy? Where are you hurt?” Law does a once over but can’t find anything of note. 

“Hurts…” Daisy manages to choke out before she coughs of an alarming amount of blood onto Law’s jacket. 

— — 

You wake up in the surgical room on the table, reminiscent of your first morning at the Heart Pirate base. This time however, you were not shackled to the operating table and you were certainly thankful for that. 

You were however, confused. You had an ache in your abdomen and no recollection of how the fight ended. 

“You’re up. How do you feel?” 

Your head snaps in the direction of the familiar voice. 

Law was seated on the office stool finishing up some sort of bandage on his left bicep. He looked tired. 

“What happened? You’re hurt?” You sit up in concern, ignoring the sharp pain in your stomach. 

“I’m fine. You had some internal bleeding but I fixed everything. You should be back to normal soon.” Law doesn’t look up from his work on his bandage. 

“They did that to you?” You inquire. 

There was a long silence, the only thing being heard was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights. 

“Law?” You press further. 

“It wasn’t them.” He stated plainly while refusing to face you. 

It was silent again. 

“What does that mean? Law? I don’t know what that means, did something happen?” The tone in your voice became frantic. 

“You lost control Daisy. I’ll be fine. We just need to train more.” Law finally rises from the stool and walks towards your sitting form on the operating table. 

“I… I hurt you…?” Your eyes fall to his bandaged arm. Your hands go to cover your open mouth. “I’m so sorry, Law…” You put one of your hands on his forearm as tears welled in your eyes. “I would never try to hurt you, you know that, right?”

“I know.” Law’s voice was still cold. 

You sit up further and try to lean into Law’s chest. 

“Law, please, I am so sorry.” You start to cry. “I’m so sorry…” 

Law puts his hand on your cheek and forces you to look up at him. He uses his thumb to wipe the tears rolling down your soft skin. 

“Enough. Use it to make you stronger. Get some rest for now. You can stay with me.” Law picks you up, as gently as he could with his injury, and carries you to his room. 

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*Author's Note: Hi! So so sorry for the long break, I was on vacation then I got the stomach flu lol. Next chapter should be up this week, too! Thank you for being patient! Feedback is always appreciated!*

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

8

How were you always turning the tables on him? It wasn't fair to go from insanely opposed to blind loyalty.

It was confusing.

He hated how his stomach churned when you said it. He hated how he couldn't help but watch your lips form the words.

This was truly punishment. It made his chest tight, like his heart wasn't pumping properly.

The door vibrated against his back.

"Uhm," ugh - your voice was so small, he hated that too, "a-are you alright?"

Law paused taking a deep breath, "Yeah," he  opened the door just a smidge, "I'll be out in moment."

He needed a break from you. 

Enough light had hit his face through the small opening of the door for you to see how pale he'd gone. His appearance was a bit alarming as his silver irises had bloomed guiding attention to tight fixed pupils. The crescent dark patches under his eyes had deepened.

"I-I don't think you're ok," you asserted.

"I said I'm fine, F/N." your fiance snapped.

Your concerned face wasn't helping.

It was as if a hand crept up his chest and gripped the base of his throat. A sharp gasp passed his lips while tattooed fingers clawed at the imaginary threat. Muscles contracted which had him stumbling back barely landing on the edge of bed.

Quickly you entered the room without his permission, rushing to lay him on his left side, just as he had done with you. Taking the space beside him you tipped his chin up to open his airway before placing your hand over his, attempting to calm him. His short nails had already left red marks on his neck and collar.

"There's nothing there, shh," you murmured gently pulling his wrists to rest on the bed in the space between you, "look at me and try to match my breath."

His gaze struggled to focus on your face while his ears searched for the sound of your calming breaths. He took a moment to realize that your fingers were combing through his hair.

"I'm here," you murmured, "you're alright."

The dark blur that had rolled in like a fog and threatened his vision suddenly ebbed. His trmbling body started to ease into the mattress as his grip on your shirt became an understood sensation to his previously numb fingertips.

You made sure to focus solely on him. It was such an easy quick switch to nurture you had to wounder if you were helping. Your poor fiance had certainly never experienced this side of you.

"It must've been really hard to be that vulnerable." you continued warmly messaging his scalp.

That wasn't it.

He could only manage a huff.

"I'll make sure you're more comfortable next time."

That wasn't it at all.

Law nodded feebly and rasped out, "It's fine, thanks."

He closed his eyes to distract himself from your soft expression as you continued to comb through his hair and hum. There was still an uncomfortable tightness in his chest that kept him from taking a full breath, but his extremities were finally starting to relax.

As the tension in his jaw faded you let out a quiet chuckle, "I don't suppose I can carry you to the bath tub."

One slate iris suddenly became visible while peeped up at you incredulously, "No."

"But you're covered in sweat and it'll help you relax more." you urged.

He pulled away stiffly, "F/N-ya - "

"Doctors really are bad patients." you interrupted his protest and stood, "How about you don't have an option? I know I am the last person who should say this, especially to a health care professional but, stop letting yourself be miserable."

"You're right," he replied dryly, "you shouldn't say that to anyone."

"Alright," you held up your hands, "I did that to myself. Anyway, you're going to relax while I draw you a bath."

Before he could reply you'd stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water.

Law felt like he was in the twilight zone. He honestly didn't know you could be so warm and comforting. It just reminded him that he didn't know you.

Shakily he sat up in the bed and removed his shirt before making an attempt to stand. When you rounded the corner Law was leaning against the dresser with a towel around his waist. Your gaze trailed over the large tattoo you'd never seen before. It seemed to match the ones on his forearms. As he turned revealing even more undiscovered ink you felt your face warm up.

"I - uh have some eucalyptus oil in my room you can use." Averting your eyes you excused yourself. 

Law didn't have time to react before you skittered away, so he shuffled into the bathroom with a sigh and eased into the tub before you returned. When you reentered his bathroom the towel was neatly folded and placed on the lidded toilet. You placed the small vile of aroma oil on the side of the bathtub.

"This seems to help me relax." you murmured taking a seat after moving the towel to the sink.

His tattooed hand appeared pushing the shower curtain back just enough to see his chest up. He took the vile and poured a cap full into the steaming water.

"Thanks." he breathed resting his head against the tiled wall.

"I guess sitting in an apartment tub isn't very comfortable for someone your height." you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

"It's not so bad." he shrugged, "I have to say I didn't expect this to happen. You don't have to stay, there's like a two percent chance I'll drown."

"That's still a chance." you retorted.

He sighed as his steely eyes rolled in your direction, "I only meant you don't have to waste your time in here."

"I'm not wasting my time," you pouted, "but if you want me to go I can. I just wanted to make sure you're alright."

His chest felt tight again for a brief moment, "It's fine. You can stay."

You nodded while he closed his eyes again. The color was slowly coming back to his face which gave you some comfort. Taking the opportunity, you let your gaze sway over his sharp features. He really was attractive, it was shameful that you hadn't noticed before.

"You know it's rude to stare." his eyes were closed but a smirk curved his lips.

"H-how are you feeling now?" you looked down at the floor and breezed passed his comment.

"As calm as I can feel at this point, I suppose." he muttered, "The eucalyptus is nice, we'll have to get more."

"Sure, I have lavender and neroli blossom too, but I thought that might be a bit too girly."

"I don't think scents are gender specific - if it's nice it's nice." he brought his hand out of the water and ran it through his hair slicking it back.

"I suppose," you fidgeted.

A comfortable quiet settled in while you fiddled with your shirt. Eventually Law closed the curtain completely and stood at which point you excused yourself and went into the kitchen.

Law entered with his hair still damp, just as you turned holding his mug filled with steaming herbal tea.

"Thanks." he murmured, fingers overlapping yours as he accepted the hot drink.

"You're welcome."

Both of you sat at the small table, like you did on mornings before going your separate ways for work.

"So," you both spoke at once and glanced up at each other.

"Go ahead." you tucked your hair behind your ear.

He nodded, "What's your schedule like on Sunday?"

"The shop is closed so I usually just go in from nine to noon to clean and make sure orders are organized for the week. Why?"

He sighed and kept his eyes on the mug in front of him, "There's a place I'd like to take you."

[gothicprep]

I saw something the other day on twitter that was, like, an article written by a law professional a la “don’t wear fursuitting gear to work if you expect to keep your job” and someone commenting something to the effect of “ugh! abolish dress codes! tattoos and piercings should be allowed!!”

that’s a motte and bailey if I’ve ever seen one. anyway.

while I do think professional dress codes should be more lax, I’m going to take the unpopular approach of defending their existence. mainly because I think it’s a good thing to have psychological distance between your personal and professional life. same reason why i complain about slack (discord for the workplace, for those who haven’t used it)

be it capitalism, socialism, communism, whichever economic model you favor, your MO at work is getting shit done and going home. a good job is one that matches your skills and preferences. it’s not an avenue for self-actualization. that is for your free time! do not under any circumstances bring your whole self to work.

[snakemoltsiren]

B A S I C S

Name: Severine Sauvageot

Nicknames: Sev, Saint Savage, Bluebird, The Siren of Snakemolt

Age: 30s

Nameday: Unknown, Celebrated on 8th Sun of 4th Astral Moon

Race: Duskwight Elezen

Gender: Cis Female

Orientation: Aromantic Bisexual

Profession: Investigator, Performer, Glass Blower, Con Artist

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Teal/Ocean blue

Eyes: Grey - one light and one dark

Skin: Grey blue

Tattoos/scars: Numerous small circular burn-like scars on hands and forearms, one large scar on her abdomen. Numerous piercings.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Elodie and Cyrille were her birth parents, she was raised in a communal society and called a number of people her parents.

Siblings: Numerous, deceased

Grandparents: Deceased

In-laws and Other: Breandan is basically her brother, Rose and Lily are also like family. In a relationship with Otolin, which means Emelyn his her mother in law which is ugh.

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: Singing, Painting, Glass Blowing and lampwork, Lock picking, Grifting, numerous instruments, fencing.

Hobbies: Reading, Napping

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Generous

Most Negative Trait: Lazy

L I K E S

Colors: White, Black, Lilac, blues, earth tones.

Smells: Sandalwood, Citrus, cotton, dust.

Textures: Wool, linen, leather,

Drinks: Water, tea, wine, cocktails

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Occasionally

Drinks: Heavily

Drugs: Yes, primarily to sleep.

Mount Issuance: Walks everywhere she can. Capable of riding a chocobo but doesn't keep one personally.

Been Arrested: No, but only because she's very good at not getting caught.

tagged by: @cindernet-explorer (uno reverso!!!) THANK YOU!

tagging: oh geeze who hasn't done it? @pvthfinder @dragons-ire @fist-and-fury-xiv

[amyunshader]

Warren x Sally

Okay, here’s a prompts/headcanon since me + writing = procrastination.

IF someone feels like actually writing something like that, do tell me.

I believe there will be one day, perhaps five years or shit from the current timeline, when all will be well and solved — a time of smooth sailing at last.

When we discover that Johan and Luah had been living together for quite some time

In that time, at long last, the Mighty Warren Chae will propose to Sally Park.

The thing is, Sally finds herself rather confused. She knows for certain that Warren is an orphan. So how does she have in-laws to meet? Warren... isn't too sure either.

Or,

Manager Kim invite his spiritual son and daughter-in-law to be at his home to congratulate them on their engagement.

Unfortunately? no way in the world Hansu Seong and Jincheol Park would miss out on meeting the rumored heir of their friend.

• Taehun really didn’t want to come. Unfortunately, Manager Kim is a man who can, has and will beat his ass if disrespected, so he had no choice but to be there in his most proper suit to politely greet the guests.

• Dabin heard her dad’s friends’ pupil were strong guys around her age, so she came out of curiosity, but now she feel wronged, no, in fact she feels personally offended. One is an a vicious looking ostrich, only it sticks his head in the ground whenever Mr. Kim so much as glance his way, and the other is a massive, collared dog with a freaking identification tattoo, who is always, A.L.W.A.Y.S standing at attention toward wherever his fiancee is. Ugh, so tamed it’s gross. At least the dads are raising the bar, with Mr. Sung being a Ninja Shrimp and Mr. Kim a Black Panther.

• Minji and Sally bond over being unimpressed at the whole shitshow turning into a successor competition between the three old men. Well, between Manager Kim and Hansu, while Jincheol is complaining about the wasted potential of his future? potential? son-in-law and he gets choked by his daughter who start screeching about the comparative merits of a bear and a honey badger.

• Bonus is that Taehun (bored) text a pic of the room to Hobin, who shows him to the others, and Rumi & Gaeul instantly identify Big Mama and Big Uncle from Like What & So Funny’s streaming, and pester Hobin to go meet them. Perhaps even Gaeul dad’s pursue follows them cuz he does not approve of his daughter going out so late at night ("What’s with the rat and the rooster," says Dabin)

• Chaos upgrade to another level as the old men are getting drunk — trying to get their respective successors fight, including Hobin. Meanwhile, the girls are… chatting? Appalled? Squealing over pic of Yenna? Trying to stop the stoopid guys from fighting? Watching with pop corn? Dabin at least sure is.

note on Dabin’s animals:

— Taehun is an ostrich cuz they are super aggressive, super territorial, super fast and have deadly kicks. Also there’s that thing about sticking their head into the ground facing danger, that isn’t actually true, but I found it funny to use it as a mark of Manager Kim’s dominance

— Warren is a dog. Yeah, I thought I would keep the dog for Johan, but ‘fidelity’ is Warren second name, so. Btw Johan is actually more of a lone wolf than a dog in my opinion. So dog Warren as a collar, and an ‘identification tattoo’ cuz while tattoos generally make for meany-scary, for Warren it’s more of an owner-branding. He’s a simp so dog-Warren is always turned towards Sally even (in the rare cases where) human Warren isn’t.

— Hansu Seong is a ninja shrimp. Those little things are mad. Don’t wanna make a whole essay so I’ll just say their specialty is explosive hits.

— Manager Kim is a black panther. Dark, dangerous, silent predator, king of the jungle, I don’t think I need to explain

— Hobin is a rat 🐀 — sly little thing with higher intelligence than most other animals, and a great learning capability — plus they can use tools. Also Hobin is like, a rat for money stuff.

— Gaeul’s dad (= Hobin’s master) is a rooster 🐔 yeah I know the guy in rooster mask is Samdak, but he has the rooster vibe? Idk I’m running out of ideas. My first idea was duo rooster and chicken for him and Hobin.

[gojo-mochi]

🥰🥰🥰💕💕🧡🫶🏼🫶🏼😩Loveeee that toxic Dilf Shanks so it made me think of some thirsts~ 🫣 totally delete if you hate this or if it’s to much!!

[18+!]

Toxic Gilf Garp! who uses you as his little marine show pony at all the big party’s. Having you suck or fuck his bosses as he slowly rises through the ranks all thanks to you.

It doesn’t help the man is so strong that he takes all YOUR hard work for himself but you both know it was that throat game that had him rise to the top😩

Or a toxic Dilf Doffy! That has tons of whores and ladies that bed him but you’re his favorite though he would never get rid of the others for you. Having to much pride as a king to be tied to just one he’ll tell you~ a king rules never submits, he’ll blabber. But you both know he’s never gonna change even when he’s balls deep whispering sweet nothing in your ear

Or ORRRRR DILF LAW ! 🥵🥵🫶🏼💕 ugh 😩 like sheeshhhh~!

AHHH GARP HAVE ME DEAD OH MY LORD

OH YOU KNOW THAT IM GOING STRAIGHT TO ANOTHER DILF/GILF MARINE AND LEAVHING HIS ASS SMH. Kizaru-daddy please take me 👉👈

Doffy is doffy like usually SIGH BUT I LOVE HIM ANYWAYYYYY RAHHHHHH- as long as im his fav hehe <3

OMg Dilf-Law.. more stubble on his face now cuz hes too lazy to take care of it, so he makes you sit on his lap with a razor and shave it for him mmmmm, hand on you hips as you try not to cut him accidentally while hes staring you down with a soft smirk. Let you trace his tattoos on his skin, he got a bit more pudge but you can still see the outline of his abs he used to have when he was younger.

Wahh THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR THRISTS <3 <3333333 ToxicDILF Shanks is a menace and im gonna ruin the readers when i finally write about him..

But Gilf!Rogers tho MM now thats a man who can service you right!! Best pleasure dom ever, stamnia thru the roof and he will make sure you're taken care of RIGHT

[daughterofthereaper02]

Hi!! I love your poly Top Gun list!! I love it so much! So this popped into my head while I was thinking of the different soulmate ones you’ve done so far. I’m a sucker for soulmate au’s so this is something I think about a lot, anyway, so what I was thinking was a soulmate au with Hangman, Bob, Rooster, and Y/N, where your soulmate’s name appears the first time that their life is put in danger. Just the angst of knowing you almost lost them before you even met them!!!! Mmm…. Delicious! I just thought you’d eat this up!! Have a great day!!

A/N: My God I love this!!!!! I am so down to write this! Ugh, the angst. I apologize for any inaccurate facts, this is fiction however.

It was always a shock for someone when they learned their soulmates names, no matter the age. Some would be born with it as a child was born with issues and they nearly didn't make it so the other had the name already. Others it would take years for a name to suddenly appear. Some people only had to experience the feeling once in their lives, other twice, and rarely three times.

You personally were born without any names which was what people considered lucky. It wasn't until you were a teen, fifteen to be exact, that the first name appeared. 'Jake Seresin' burned into your hip bone a searing hot pain. You were in the middle of a presentation and you cried out and dropped in pain. It was agonizing pain after the age of twelve, no one knew why but it could be so painful you passed out from the pain. You were the first student in your grade to get a soulmate name. When you pulled up your shirt, everyone had gasped. While you were presenting you almost lost him. It ate away at you for days, wishing you could find him and pull him into your arms to make sure he was okay. He wasn't dead though or else his name would have scarred over afterwards.

You knew your name was on all of them, it has been since you were six years old. There had been a robbery at your moms job and it was take your kid to work day. A day that was supposed to be so innocent and happy, turned sideways quickly. One guy went off the handle and grabbed you because you were the youngest, holding you at gun point as a child. The cops barely got you away in time, it took you years of therapy to get over what happened to you. You often wondered what they thought about after your name appeared when you were all so young.

When you were sixteen your next name appeared, you were taking a biology test you were not prepared for when the pain came through your body. It was so painful you had to grip the desk from the white hot searing pain. 'Bradley Bradshaw' appeared on your collarbone. It became so bad because it was mixed with a very bad period, you passed out. You weren't the first one in your grade to pass out because of the pain. Your teacher excused you from the test like he would any other student because of the pain and you got another two days to prepare for the second chance you had. Still, it ate at you what your soulmates could have done as teens to nearly die.

The final name to appear for you was when you were 17 and you were at you junior prom. You gripped the table and watched as 'Robert Floyd' tattooed itself onto your wrist. You stood up quickly and ran out of the room for air, your heart pounding in your chest. These were too close for your liking,come people didn't get theirs until mid twenties but all three of them were each a year apart? This wasn't normal. A million questions ran through your head. Were they clumsy? Daredevils? Bad home life? How could you protect them? This was the final straw, you fully decided on your career choice. You were going to go law enforcement to protect your soulmates no matter what and children so they could be protected like you were.

You joined the Navy fresh out of highschool and went military police so you could get the training. After your sick years were up, you went and joined SWAT and settled in California, near Fighter Town. You were in SWAT for a while and you were great at your job. Recently you got injured on the job, you were now stuck in a walking boot and on desk duty. You had plenty of vacation time though so you took it and went to visit a friend.

"I'm at the bar. No Mason, I don't need a babysitter" you said on the phone as you got out of your car. "It was my left foot dumbass, I can still drive" you laughed as you closed the door. You eyed up three attractive men by a vehicle. "Ooo, so sorry motherhen, you're breaking up" you said mockingly as he protested "What? What? Sorry I can't hear you" you said before hanging up. You looked down at your phone, grinning as he texted you 'Bitch.' and then 'Seriously. Text me if you need me' which you texted back 'thanks mom'. Mason was your best friend who was a very protective motherhen over you. This has only gotten worse since breaking your foot on the job.

You got to the bar and ordered yourself a drink before glancing at your watch from when your phone buzzed in you pocket. 'Sorry. Can't make it.' was all your friend texted which made you roll your eyes. You were not going to pull your phone out and have to buy everyone a round. Your v-neck shirt had tugged down a little and the bartender noticed the name. "Excuse me miss?" The woman asked, you would later know her to be Penny Benjamin. You'll looked at her then glanced at the rules, making sure you didn't break any which made her laugh "You didn't break any rules! I noticed the name on your collarbone. I believe I know your soulmate, he is over by the pool table. Ugly Hawaiian shirt" she laughed. Your eyes widened and your nerves caused a tight coil to form in your stomach as your heart began to pound. "Thank you" you told her, a smile on your face as you slowly made your way over.

As you walked there, questions ran through your head. Did he know your other soulmates? Were they here? Would they want you? What if they were all perfectly happy together already and didn't need you? Was all you could think as you finally reached the table. "Excuse me. Are you Bradley Bradshaw?" You asked the man with the pornstache. He looked confused but nodded "Yes... Can I help you?" He asked you, giving you a smile. "Possibly. My name is Y/n L/n" you said, moving your shirt to show his name tattooed on you that has began to burn and turn a red color when he confirmed his name. He gasped, his hand flying to his hip as it burned. "Bob! Hangman! Get your asses over here!" He called and two equally tall men walked over. They looked at you, about to tell you to get away from their soulmate but then Bradley told them "This is y/n" he said quickly and their jaws dropped. You held out you hand "Y/n L/n, pleasure to meet you both" you blushed, their tattoos burning on their body. "Jake Seresin" One said at the same time as the other with glasses "Robert Floyd". You hissed as the tattoos burned at the same time.

You all decided to take your drinks outside because everyone was staring. You sat on the sand with them, all of you in a circle. You took as they stared at you, "What? Is there something on my face?" You asked nervously. Jake raised an eyebrow "No, we do want to know why your name appeared when we were all young though" he told you. You rubbed your neck "Nothing too big. Just a robbery at my moms job and being the one held hostage by gun point" you said. "WHAT!?" They all yelled in shock, pure terror on their faces to know they could have lost you when you were so young.

You all shared your stories, your heart breaking as you listened to their stories. It turned out Bradley was five years older then you and Jake and Robert were a year older. Jake had been knocked off his horse and got bit by a rattlesnake, they barely got to him in time. Bradley had been trying to drive his Uncle Mavericks motorcycle when he lost control and got hurt really bad. Robert had his glasses knocked off his face and he stepped into the street and almost got hit by a car. You could feel your chest tightening knowing you almost lost them in very weird ways.

You all sat there for a while getting to know each other personally. They started first about where they were from and what they did for work, joking about some injuries along the way. You sat there and soaked up all the information you could. Eventually it got to you and you told them your childhood, how you enlisted into the Navy at 17 with your parents permission and went for military police to get your experience. After your six years were up, you left and eventually made your way onto the SWAT team for this area. You told them previous injuries and then explained you broke your foot trying to get a little girl to safety. The whole time you watched their faces grow more and more concerned. "We're putting you in bubble wrap" Robert said and your eyes widened "What?" You asked. "You're a danger magnet that runs towards more danger, you need to be protected" Jake said jokingly. You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway "Wait until you meet Mason my best friend at work, he is a motherhen like no other" you snorted.

You could feel a weight being lifted though, one you carried for years. It had been a constant fear for your soulmate and how they were after nearly dying. For once you considered yourself lucky, you had three soulmates alive and well.

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