#law requests

[avocadorablepirate]

Hi ! How are you my dear? I hope you are well💗

I had an idea about Law,Then I remembered that you said it was okay for me to submit a request

so this is my idea: What if Caeser kidnapped the reader’s younger sister, who has a younger sister complex, so she followed the ship and arrived at Bank Hazard to rescue her, and there she met Law and the crew, and after retrieving her, she learned that he had given her drugs. Then Law treated her, and she was very grateful to him and wanted to return the favor.

Hi! I'm doing good, and I hope you are too! And thank you for submitting a request. It's my first one, so I'm super excited! 💕 I'm also sorry this took so long, I would just randomly get hit with writers block and then it would take me a while to get back into it 🥲.

I tried to stick to the prompt as much as possible, and I hope I didn't miss anything . Since I tried not to give too many spoilers, there are quite a few breaks in between, so it does feel a little rushed in my opinion. But I still hope you like it!

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Rescue at Punk Hazard

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader (platonic, but honestly they're more like acquaintances)

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Punk Hazard spoilers (but nothing too big), proof read but also not proof read....I think that's all (do let me know if I've missed anything) . Also, it's implied that there's quite a bit of an age gap between the reader and her sister.

You had heard the rumours circulating your town. Children had started to disappear; the explanation being that they were lost at sea. But it had been too many in too short a time. And as if you were not already protective of your five year old sister - these rumours only fueled your overprotectiveness. The two of you had been abandoned a year after she was born - at least that's what it had looked like when you woke up in a small house outside of town; no memory of your parents. And since then you had vowed to do anything within your power to protect her.

Except your sister had finally had enough and run out of the house. She was tired of you not letting her go out to play by herself with the other children. You had thought of running after her, but had decided that maybe you needed to give her some space - which you would later come to decide was against your better judgement.

Hours had passed; and it was starting to get dark. The anxiety was slowly building up inside you as countless scenarios ran through your mind. You dashed out of the house and to the shore where you knew most of the children played, eyeing every street and alley that you passed, in hopes of finding your sister. Your feet carried you all the way to the secluded cove, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Kara!" you screamed her name at the top of your lungs, in hopes of getting a reply, but the tears that sat at the brim of your eyes already knew that you would not.

"You're too late." You jumped at the sudden voice. A few feet away stood a tall man with a top knot, his attire different from what the people of your town usually wore.

"You're looking for a child aren't you?" You could only nod your head in response, still surprised by the man's presence. He seemed as tensed as you were, but tried his best to cover it with a glare.

"A ship just took them," he revealed, and paused as he contemplated over his next words, "If you'd like, you can join me. I'm going after them."

Without a second thought you agreed.

××××

Accompanied by a man you now knew as Kin'emon, you trailed the ship that had taken your sister, and his son, to Punk Hazard. If it hadn't been for the worry that had washed over you; setting out to sea would have excited you. After reading countless stories about people's adventures at sea, you had silently longed to have one of your own. But you had responsibilities, you told yourself. You couldn't just leave a five year old to fend for herself. And if recent events had proven anything, it was that you needed to look out for your sister at all times.

On reaching the island, you pushed aside your thoughts of adventure, and let the dread settle over you again. The ominous island divided into ice and magma was shrouded in mystery that left you on edge. But there was no looking back, you were determined to rescue your sister.

When the ship docked, you followed behind Kin'emon as the two of you ventured further into the island. Although mostly desolate, you finally came across a huge building, and for a moment your heart swelled with joy. From where you stood, you witnessed as the children from your town were ushered into the building, your sister among them. But before you could run to her, a hand caught onto you and held you back.

"This place might be heavily guarded, we can't just rush in," Kin'emon said, pulling you behind a large rock to hide yourselves.

"That it is."

A voice from behind startled you, and you quickly turned around to find a man dressed in a long black coat, jeans and a fur hat smirking at you. Kin'emon was quick to draw his katana, but before either of you could even comprehend what was happening, he had been split into pieces. Letting out a gasp, you looked at the man responsible, he still wore the same smirk. You were scared, but you pulled out your own katana - ready to attack. However, with one quick strike to the head he had rendered you unconscious. You felt your senses slowly slip away, the last thing you remembered was a pair of arms slip under you, lifting you off the ground, and Kin'emon's shouts of protest before you gave in to the darkness.

××××

As your consciousness gradually returned, you felt the cool of metal pressed against your frame, and heard the faint sound of urgent voices. Disorientation still gripped at you as you continued to make sense of your surroundings, and through your blurry vision you noticed someone knelt over you.

"For how long has she been out?" you heard someone ask.

"Almost a week. Some man did this to me, and then knocked her out. Despite that, he comes on and off to check on her. Although she's been slipping in and out of consciousness," Kin'emon's voice came from somewhere close by, and though you couldn't make out his words, you let out a sigh of relief knowing that he was alright.

"Who would dare hit a woman!?" you heard another unfamiliar voice remark.

"Sanji-kun, Franky, try busting down the door. Chopper and I will tend to her. Hopefully she'll be alright by the time the door's down," the voice of a woman instructed as you saw another figure lean over you.

As the two figures continued to loom over you, the concern in their voices and the urgency of their actions boosted your sense of awareness. With a groan you attempted to push yourself up into a sitting position, and two pair of hands were quick to assist you. The figures that knelt beside you finally came into focus, a woman with orange hair who looked to be around your age, and what looked to be a tiny reindeer-person? Maybe you were still disoriented, you thought to yourself, but then the reindeer spoke, "Careful. You've been out for some time, so you shouldn't make any harsh movements."

"Y/N, I'm glad you're okay. You had me worried," this time Kin'emon spoke, and you slowly turned to get a better look at him. Only his head? If it hadn't felt all too real, you would have thought your mind was playing tricks on you.

"Where am I?" you asked, rubbing your eyes in hopes that it would help.

"We're currently locked up in a cell somewhere on Punk Hazard. But don't worry we're trying to break open the door and get out of here. So till then just rest up," the reindeer spoke once again; by now you were sure you weren't seeing things.

"Who are you guys?" you asked, eyeing the four strangers.

"I'm Nami, and this is Chopper," the orange haired woman spoke with a smile then looked at her comrades who were trying to bust open the metal door of the cell, "That's Sanji and Franky. We're the Straw Hat pirates."

"I'll beat up the guy who did this to you Y/N-san!" The blonde one called out before going back to his task.

Within a few minutes a hole had been made through the door; Franky had shot a beam straight through the metal. "Will you be fine running by yourself?" Nami asked as she offered you a hand to stand up.

"I think I should be." With a new found determination, and your hope and trust in the Straw Hat pirates - adrenaline coursed through your veins. Just maybe, you could save your sister and return home in one piece.

××××

You were being chased after your escape. Sanji had found a door, slammed it open, and all of you had ran in. Now, you were surrounded by giant children - staring at you with the same fear that gripped at your heart. Amidst the chaos, you desperately scanned the room for any sign of Kara, praying that she was safe.

"Hey! Have any of you seen a child named Momonosuke!?" Kin'emon's booming voice echoed through the room, though it was the sight of him that caused the children to scatter in terror. Right then your pursuers came through the door. As you ran ahead, the children followed behind, desperation in their request to be saved.

Your mind raced with questions. Who brought them here? What had they done to these kids? You couldn't dwell on it now, not with the urgent task of finding your sister weighing heavily on your mind.

As you raced alongside one of the children, your breath coming in ragged gasps, you turned to him with a desperate plea. "Have you seen a girl, about this tall?" you asked, your voice trembling as you gestured to indicate Kara's height. "Her name's Kara, she arrived here about a week ago."

"All the new kids only come to the Biscuit Room after two weeks."

Your heart dropped at his response, the thought of what they did to the new arrivals gnawing at you. But you did your best to push aside the wave of fear that threatened to overwhelm you. For now the best option was to find a hideout and come up with a foolproof plan to save your sister.

"How did you kids even get here?" Nami asked as you ran down some stairs, pulling your mind away from the chaos both around and inside you.

"When we were outside playing they told us that we have a disease that could infect our parents. But they said they could cure us, and brought us here."

Rage surged through you as you thought of the despicable people who had preyed on the innocence and vulnerability of these children. Yet, amidst the anger, you were fueled by a fierce resolve to rescue Kara and save her and the rest of the kids from this heinous operation and the people behind it.

As you reached the end of the winding staircase, Chopper pointed to a door at the far end. Finally, you had found an exit. Chopper flung open the door and all of you burst through, greeted by the biting embrace of the winter air.

"Suuperr." Franky's energetic shout was followed by cheers from the children who smiled gleefully, now filled with a sense of hope.

"Ahhh you! I remember you!" Chopper yelled as Nami clung onto him for warmth.

"Law, wasn't it? Did you lock up these children!?" Nami's pointed accusation drew your attention to the man leaning against the large metal door. A chill ran down your spine as you recalled the tall, raven haired man who had knocked you out.

"You!" you spat as you seized him by the collar of his coat, "What have you done to my sister!?" you shook him desperately, but his clear strength didn't do much for your attempts, and he wasn't at all fazed by the fact that you had got out.

"Y/N-san, we need to find another exit and get out of here. You can confront him later," Sanji grabbed you by the arm, and it was only then that you noticed the fleet of what looked to be goons but were actually Marines that stood in front of you. You were not given the chance to protest, being pulled along as the rest of the group made a run for the back exit.

"Turn back! That's the guy who did this to me!" Kin'emon yelled, but his shouts were in vain, the Straw Hat pirates were resolute on their mission to get out of here.

××××

As the cold wind whipped through the cave the group had found solace in, your mind tried to wrap around the grave words that Chopper had spoken. When you met the rest of the Straw Hats, for a brief moment you had a glimmer of hope. They seemed as determined as you to help the children and take down the man behind this scheme - Caesar Clown. The confidence that their captain imbued gave you hope, but now that hope, was almost completely sucked out of you when you heard Chopper's words.

"He's been giving them a stimulant drug that affects their minds and bodies."

You eyed the children who had suddenly broken into a fit of rage due to not receiving their 'Candy'. Now fast asleep, thanks to Usopp's Sleeping Star - they were completely unaware of the torment they had been unknowingly subjected to. The weight of Chopper's words however, continued to hang heavy in the air, prompting a collective sense of outrage and determination. As the Straw Hat crew deliberated their next course of action, you couldn't shake the image of your sister, Kara from your mind. The thought of her enduring the same pain as the other children fueled a fire within you — a burning desire to rescue her from the clutches of Caesar as soon as possible.

Before you could voice your concerns, Luffy and Nami walked through the entrance of the cave, the raven haired pirate from earlier following behind them. A chill ran down your spine at the sight of him, why was he here?

His sharp gaze swept over the group, momentarily focusing on you before his attention was drawn towards the sleeping children. His expression was unreadable as he eyed them, you couldn't tell what his next move was, but you firmly gripped at your katana, ready to strike if he made any suspicious movements.

"Law," Chopper spoke up, his voice grim and filled with as much suspicion as you, "Do you have anything to do with the drugs that Caesar has been feeding these kids?"

Law's lips formed into a thin line, a hint of distress in his eyes, "No, I'm here for something bigger. These kids are just a part of Caesar's experiments, something I found out only recently," he replied, his voice steady and resolute. "Despite this not being a part of our alliance, I'll help you save them. I'll go find out what medicine Caesar's feeding them, so I'll need your crew's doctor to come with me," Law said, directing his attention to Luffy.

"I'm coming too," you interjected without hesitation.

"I understand that you want to help your sister," Law began, his tone cautious and controlled, "but this mission requires precision and focus. Bringing you along would only complicate things and put everyone at risk. It's better if you stay here and look after the kids."

"I have to come. She's my sister, I need to find her."

Law's frown deepened at your insistence to accompany him, his expression a mix of frustration and concern, "No, you will stay here. If you get caught sneaking around, Caesar will know something's not right. I'll look for your sister while I'm there."

As Law's words sank in, you felt a rush of frustration and helplessness settle within you. Despite your lingering doubts about his intentions, you couldn't deny the fact that he was right. Bringing you along could jeopardize the mission and put everyone at risk.

You reluctantly nodded your head in agreement. Trying your best to swallow the lump in your throat, you let out a weak 'fine'. "But promise me you'll find her and bring her back safely."

Law's gaze softened, but there was a hint of hesitance, "I'll do what I can."

You knew his lack of a promise was only to prevent you from further disappointment if he failed on his mission, but it left you feeling all the more uneasy. Nevertheless, you didn't press any further, watching as Law and a few of the Straw Hat crew disappeared into the research facility, leaving you behind with the children.

××××

In the midst of the chaos that had ensued after the group's departure, you now found yourself back in the research facility with Marines, the Straw Hats, Kin'emon and Law. He avoided your gaze like it was the plague, and did his best to keep his distance. But just as the group was about to split up you got a hold of him, your eyes silently questioning. His response was hesitant, "I...I haven't found her yet."

Your heart sank at his words, "I'm coming with you to look for her."

"No," he replied firmly.

"No!? You haven't found her yet! How do I know you'll find her now!?"

"Go with the Straw Hats to rescue the children," he said firmly as his lips tightened into a thin line, "I...I promise I'll find her," he met your gaze this time, his determination unwavering.

"Now go." Law walked away from you, not waiting for a response. You watched as his figure disappeared behind a wall, but you could still hear the echos of his footsteps, his urgency evident. A hand on your shoulder grabbed your attention, and you turned to find Nami, her expression a mix of concern and reassurance. "Come on," she said gently, "we need to save the kids."

Nodding, you turned to follow the Straw Hat pirates, your mind torn between the mission and the hope that Law would keep his word and find your sister.

××××

Law's steps were cautious as he entered the room filled with huge tanks labelled 'S.A.D', his eyes scanning the room for any signs of lurking danger. Instead, he saw a small figure huddled in a corner, bearing a striking resemblance to the woman he had unwisely made a promise to. Overwhelmed by the desperation he had seen in her eyes, he couldn't help but offer her a sense of reassurance.

"Kara?" Law called out, and the figure flinched at his voice, fear evident in her eyes.

"Who are you?" she murmured, her voice shaky as she pushed herself further into the corner.

"It's okay, I'm here to help." Law didn't hesitate to move closer to her, crouching down beside her as he extended his hand for her to take.

"Are you sure about that Law?"

His body tensed as a voice echoed from behind him, but he was quick to assume a protective stance. From the dark corridor emerged Vergo, a man Law hadn't seen in ages, and wished he didn't have to. His teeth gritted as Vergo approached him, and his grip on Kikoku tightened, ready to strike. However, Vergo's movements were swift, striking Law before he could react.

A sharp blow to his gut had Law reeling in pain as he staggered backward. But despite the agony coursing through him and his ragged breathing, Law's attention immediately shifted to the little girl, tears streaming down her cheeks as Vergo's menacing figure loomed over her. As Vergo kicked at her and she let out a whimper, something snapped inside Law. His anger boiled over at the sight of her helpless form, propelling him into action to protect her at all costs.

"Room."

"Shambles."

With Kara safely behind him, Law stood firm, his gaze narrowing on Vergo with a steely resolve. Each movement after that was calculated and precise, determined in his commitment to defend Kara with everything he had.

In the midst of the battle, Law nearly found himself on the brink of defeat. Luckily, Smoker had appeared, joining him in the fight against Vergo. It had taken them some time, but with one swift maneuver Law had managed to incapacitate Vergo, leaving him immobilized on the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Law quickly scooped up Kara in his arms, her shaking figure pressed closed to his chest, as he quickly made his escape from the room, Smoker following behind.

"Don't worry. I'm going to take you to your sister, and everything will be alright," Law whispered in hopes of calming the crying girl.

"My sister?" Kara's voice quivered with uncertainty.

"Yes, she's waiting for you," Law assured her, and he couldn't help but let his heart swell with warmth as he watched the little girl's tear stained cheeks brighten with a wide smile.

××××

You waited at the last remaining exit out of the research facility, your body tense. While you had managed to save the children, and Luffy had defeated Caesar, there was still no sign of Law or your sister. You had argued that you would go look for them but the rest had disagreed, insisting that Law would come soon. But time was starting to run out, and if you didn't get out soon you would all be consumed by the gas that was slowly inching its way to the very room you were in. Just when you thought you couldn't bear to wait any longer, a familiar voice echoed through the room.

"Y/N!"

Your head snapped towards the opposite end of the room to see Law emerging from the corridor with Kara cradled in his arms. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes brimmed with tears as a wave of relief washed over you.

"Kara!" you cried, rushing forward to envelope her in a hug as Law set her down. Tears streamed down your cheeks as your grip around her tightened, fearing that she would disappear into thin air if you let go.

"Are you alright?" you asked, finally pulling away to get a better look at your sister. Her face was pale, and eyes tired, but she managed a weak smile that pulled at your heartstrings.

"We were attacked by one of Joker's men, so she's slightly injured," Law answered in her stead, and he picked her up in his arms again, "Smoker got there and we were able to fight him off," he continued, nudging his head towards the man behind him.

"Thank you," you whispered, giving a nod of acknowledgement to Smoker before turning to the raven-haired man with a grateful smile. Law gave a brief nod before shifting his focus to the matter at hand - getting out of the building as quickly as you could. Surveying the group that stood by the exit, he turned his attention back to you, "I'll carry Kara to the truck over there, and stay with her until we get out."

Law's words prompted a giggle from Kara, and a smile graced your lips at the sound, as you followed behind the pirate, your inner turmoil subsiding for now.

××××

When things had finally settled down, and you had all successfully escaped, you found yourself by Kara's side as she slept, a mix of anxiety and frustration settling in your chest. Kara had unfortunately been subjected to the drug as well, and now the Marines were to take her along with the other children to their base for treatment. However, they had made it clear that you couldn't accompany her, and now a sense of worry gnawed at you, the prospect of being separated from your sister again became unbearable.

"Everything alright?" Law's voice broke through the silence, joining you away from the small celebration that had started. His figure appeared beside you, and you could see a hint of concern etched his features.

"Law," you began, your voice trembling as you felt a lump form in your throat, "they said I can't come with them." Tears threatened to spill over once more, and Law visibly frowned.

"But I can't just leave her, I don't want to," you confessed, voice heavy with emotion.

Law was silent, his expression now unreadable as he mulled over your words. Then with a look of determination, he met your gaze. "I'll help you."

"What?" you asked as you tried to blink back the tears.

"Y/N," Law began, his voice soft but firm, "I can't assure you that it will be easy. But I want to help. I'll help you find a cure for your sister." His voice felt like a lifeline, and the tears that you had fought to hold back now flowed freely at his words of assurance.

"But that would mean you and Kara would have to join me. It would mean becoming a part of my crew," Law continued, his tone serious as he laid out the implications of his proposition, and a shiver ran down your spine at the thought. Joining his crew meant leaving behind everything you had ever known, and venturing into the unknown, something you had secretly longed for.

"Whatever it takes," you affirmed without hesitation. As long as you had Kara safely by your side, you were willing to risk it all.

"Are you sure about this?" Law asked, his eyes searching yours for any trace of doubt or uncertainty.

"Yes," you replied, voice steady with conviction.

"But how do we get Kara out of here without the Marines noticing?" you inquired, concern lacing your words as you considered the practicality of the situation, it wasn't going to be an easy task.

A sly smirk played on your captain's lips, a plan already formulating in his mind, his confidence lighting a spark of hope within you, "Leave that to me."

Not going to lie, I read it and kinda didn't like it :') But thank you for reading! And I'll try making a request rules post soon just in case anyone else wants to send something in :)

[nnobodoodles]

Oh wow, I'm absolutely FLOORED by the response on my Strawhat Screenshot Redraws! Thank you so much, been reading all your lovely tags and smiling SO much!! 💖

Here's Part 2 with requests from Insta plus some. Let me know if there's someone else you'd like to see!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Diavolo's 1987th death.. or 1983rd?

[brancasyard]

lawlu doodles? 🥺 👉👈 maybe luffy doing something embarassing or affectionate and law just being absolutely mortified but secretly rly likes it LMAO

Only people very dear to Luffy can touch his hat

Law is SPEECHLESS

[wibblyowzah]

You were seared onto my hearts, Amelia Pond. You always will be.

[eustasskidagenda]

Okay, this post is not based on a request. I kept thinking about it for hours and finally decided to write it down: how the OP characters would text their s/o. So here are some texting headcanons for some of my favorite characters: Eustass Kid, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Sabo. I'll probably write a part 2 with my other beloved characters: Luffy, Marco, Killer, and Robin. :D

☆Texting HCs for Kid, Law, Sanji, Zoro & Sabo

CW : g/n reader, MDNI, Kid is cursing, fluff, funny, partly nsfw, mention of alcohol for Zoro 

WC : 2k

Kid

Your name/photo in his contacts: mine. With a photo of your ass, obviously. And when he's mad at you, he renames you mid(ge).

Such a brat.

His wallpaper: a cool photo of his motorbike (I'm sorry but Kid is that kind of man in love with his own bike/car. But it's okay, he's still my favorite.) Or, a pic of your ass.

What kind of pictures are in his gallery: your ass, random photos of your face when he’s teasing you, his bike, and some punk stuff (music, makeup, outfit etc.)

His fav emoji : none.

He likes to send really, really shorts messages. Like : 

"Hi" "u know" "i have an idea" "So listen:"

Goddam Kid, just write the WHOLE sentence in one message.

He's sending you random pictures of his torso, just to flex with his big tiddies.

And you have to respond with a heart emoji and praise him each time.

If you want, he's more than willing to send dick pick too. 

Again, you have to praise him. Even if the pictures are absolutely non-aesthetic. He's blessing you with his cock after all. 

"Babe, you don't know how to take beautiful pics of your dick." "WTF SHUT UP???????? It's MY dick???!!! OF COURSE IT'S BEAUTIFUL??!!!" 

Yeah, Kid is clearly using extra punctuation. 

Oh, sure, each morning, you receive a mirror selfie of his outfit of the day. Such a punk fashion icon. "Rate my outfit on a scale of amazing to amazing" 

He doesn't use emojis because they sound too soft and stupid. "em0teS aRe f0r s0fT b0ys Y/N"

If you complain about his messages looking cold, he might use random emotes to annoy you like "UgH iF U wAnt 🦬" (with that stupid dumb sponge bob meme)

Whenever he calls you, it seems like he's yelling through the phone. 

He likes using caps lock like "HEY Y/N, WANNA FUCK TONIGHT??????" 

He's sending you random punk/rock music. And you have to listen and react to every single music, otherwise he's so pissed off. He is sharing his world with you, the less you can do is interact with him. 

He also loves sending some pics of what he's working on, because Kid likes to repare/custom some cars or motorbike. 

And last thing, I like the idea of Kid Pirates being a punk music band, so sure, Kid loves to send you some videos of him playing guitar. "My fingers are skilled in three things : music, crafting and fingering you all the fucking day long"

His phone is so damaged because he throws it every time he gets angry (like every two minutes).

Law

Your name/photo in his contacts: y/n-ya. With a cursed picture of you. Just to tease you with it. 

His wallpaper: nothing, just the random by default home screen. In his view, wallpapers are useless and pointless.

What kind of pictures are in his gallery: random pictures you took of him, emo memes, and boring stuff about medicine or basic hygiene rules for Luffy. And a guide to "how to stop screaming and how to control your anger: a guide for children" for Kid. 

His favorite emoji: 🖕🏻

Whenever you annoy him with a stupid joke or a prank you saw on TikTok, his immediate reaction is to block you. He's so annoyed, please, leave him alone. He is immediately aware that it is a prank. Luffy always does the same to him before you do.

He's never using capital, it's for the emo aesthetic, like 'I hate bread'. Nope. But ✨"i hate bread."✨, yeah, much better

And yes, he uses "." everytime, it's for the dark and tired emo aesthetic. 

He always leaves a group conversation as soon as you include him. Please, he's so pissed off by those kinds of things. 

He's able to leave your message seen for days. Just because he was busy and forgot about what you said. If you need an answer, sure, try to call him. He always keeps his phone in silent mode. 

He likes to send you cool articles that he reads. Especially about medicine, tattoos or nerd stuff like movies, books, games etc.

"wanna go to a date tattoo with me tomorrow?" 

That kind of question is clearly his love language

He enjoys teasing you with random photos of his tattooed fingers or chest. "I bet you miss these fingers." And yeah, he's clearing curling his fingers on the pic like he would do when they are inside you. He's really good at teasing you with photos. 

Kid and Luffy steal his phone whenever he's with them. So be ready to receive a lot of ugly pictures of Law (taken by the chaotic duo), middle fingers from Kid, and blurry meat pictures from Luffy. 

Poor Law deserves a break.

Sanji 

Your name/photos in his contacts : 💗💘🛐Mon Amour (my love)🛐💘💗 With the most beautiful picture of you. 

His wallpaper : a cute couple photo.

What kind of pictures are in his gallery : a lot of cooking videos or photos, you, aesthetic pic of the sky and a private album with some hot nudes that you sent to him.

His favorites emojis : 💘💗💖🛐💍🧎🌺🌸🌹🫦🥰😘🧑🏻‍🍳🍽🍷🥘 (yeah, Sanji LOVES emojis)

He's always texting you back. If he can't reply within a second, he won't open the text. Sanji, leaving his beautiful s/o with that awful "seen"? Never. 

All the mornings "good morning sweetheart 💘" and all the evenings "sleep well sweetheart, dream about me 💖"

He wants to take a cute and aesthetic pic of the both of you all the days. 

He bombards you with pictures of his cooking. It's cute, but also annoying because he can't help but send extra long texts. He describes every single action he did, along with recipes and tips. 

He enjoys seeing your outfit of the day. He can attempt to match his clothes to yours. 

Random "I love you 💖" and "if no one told you you were pretty today : you're the prettiest 🥰" 

He enjoys sending you cooking videos. "We should eat this tonight. What do you think? 🧑🏻‍🍳"

He's pretty good at sexting. He knows how to take aesthetic photo of his hands, back, or mouth. Not just an ugly dick pick (Kid, Zoro, I'm looking at you). And he also likes to leave you some message like.

I would sit you down on this table if you were with me right now. You know, the one in your kitchen where he had dinner with your parents yesterday? I would gently kiss your neck, fondle your chest, and slowly kneel between your legs until you shout my name. You would pull on my hair, begging me to keep going until you cum repeatedly on my face.  👅 "

And if you send him a nude, well, he's going to die from a nosebleed.

Rest in peace, Sanji. 

Zoro

Your name/photos in his contacts : "y/n". You pick a picture for him because Zoro and phones are not compatible.

His wallpaper : a cool katana

What kind of pictures in his gallery : gym selfies, katanas and alcohol (all with ugly quality)

His fav emojis : 👍🏻 and 😴 Like:

"hey Zoro, you're alright" 👍🏻

"Zoro, wanna hang out?" 😴

"Babe, what are you doing?" 😴

"… am i annoying you?" 👍🏻

He can responds to absolutely anything with those two emojis. 

Zero is so oblivious, so let's be honest: he is not good at using phones. Almost every day, he forgets his phone at home. And even if he didn't forget about it, it's probably on silent mode or just off.

He doesn’t know how to use the keyboard, so prepare yourself for coded-message like "o!. @= sp⛑t t🧹day???/!df🆎e !!"He can't even use the excuse "my cat walked on my keyboard", he just sucks with technology.

Your messages are often "seen ✔️" and that's all. Not because he wants to be mean, just... he didn't understand the concept of answering every text. He takes all of your messages as random information. Like "Hey, I'd love to see you tonight!". Well. OK. Message understood. That's all.

The only application he has on his phone is Google Maps. Even with it, he still gets lost. "Turn left." Without a doubt, he turns right. 

Once, he tried to please you with a dick pic. But the photo was just terrible: bad luminosity, an ugly close-up of his cock, blurred as fuck, and you can see the dirty tissue behind him.

He doesn't answer when you call him because he's either asleep or at the gym (or drunk).

Once, he also tried to send you a voice message, but it was just the sound of the wind. He forgot to talk closer to the microphone.

Sabo 

Your name/photos in his contacts : "my revolutionary 🎩💛". With a beautiful pic of your smiling face. 

His wallpaper : a symbol of revolution. 

What kind of pictures in his gallery : petition screenshots, his brothers, you, anti-capitalist memes and a private album with some hot pic of you (naughty Sabo)

His fav emojis : 🔥✨🖕🏻💛✊🏻😡😏😎🤩👉🏻👌🏻🫵🏻

Sabo is... complicate. Sometimes, he doesn't answer for WEEKS. And sometimes he's extra chatty. And when he's chatty well...

Sabo is always spamming you with petition links. "Save the dolphins", "save the monkeys", "fuck capitalism", "for the resignation of *insert random politician name*" 

"Hey sweetheart, manifestation tomorrow. See you there!! 🫵🏻" 

When it's not petitions, it's probably videos or articles. Sabo is a pure revolutionary. Be prepared to receive lengthy texts when he wants to fight for a cause. It's cute, honestly. He's really involved and passionate. 

"You, me, on a trip tomorrow?! 😏"

Sabo has a knack for surprising you with trips, so prepare yourself. This man craves adventure and surprises. He wants you to join his crazy journey. 

Sometimes, he's using proper grammar and punctuation, sometimes he's using a lot of !!!!!!!!??????? And caps lock. Especially when he's furious about something.  He makes a lot of typo errors because he's always in a rush while typing.

Let's fught  *figrt *fijkt *FUCK *LET'S FIGHT (and fuck)

He enjoys taking pictures of you unexpectedly because it makes you seem more natural. 

"So… sweetheart… we have a new roommate" with a cute pic of a dog/frog/duck/snail/whatever. Sabo has a kind heart. If he sees a wounded or abandoned animal, he feels obliged to adopt it.

And regarding spicy texts… 

Sabo is a kinky boy. So sure, he's thirsty when it comes to sexting/nudes. As a revolutionary, he is also very careful. He always asks you first before sending you nude or spicy texts. If you're willing, then prepare yourself.

A bunch of nudes. Since he's good with them, he won't display his dick in a weird and unattractive angle to you. He enjoys showing you his hands when he's wearing his gloves. Or a mirror photo of his back.

"I know you will scratch it when I'll fuck you tonight 😏"

You're not forced to send him nude or spicy texts back. He respects your boundaries without exception. And if you send him a photo anyway, he's also really nice. Always a comment like "your ass is soooooo good with this angle. I can't believe I'm that lucky 🥵" and if he wants to save a photo for his collection, he's always asking if it's okay with you.

"Sweetie, i have a new toy for you… 💛"

We all know what he's talking about. Naughty Sabo.

[moonydustx]

A not so funny story

requests | mastelist

Summary: With Uta controlling everyone and the marine attacking, you needed to contain an unconscious Law who was looking to join the fight. Now, you need to deal with the consequences of him finding out about this.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: blood, Law hurts Reader (not on purpose), they both love each other, but they are idiots who don't know how to talk. Law doesn't know how to express his feelings in this one. Angst, kinda fluff/happy ending.

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I just saw the movie Red and the idea came to my mind. I need to shake off the rust and get back to writing, I thought it would be a good solution. Despite being linked to the film OP Red, there may be some things that differ from the canon.

For those who haven't seen the film, a spoiler-free context: in the film, we see a singer called Uta, who Bepo is a fan of and, together with Law, go to the show. Problems happen, she puts everyone to sleep and with her power, she manipulates these sleeping people to fight with other people who want to stop her.

italics apply to flashbacks and thoughts

Part 2 | Part 3 (NSFW)

The cold stone beneath you contrasted with your hot, sweaty body. You could feel the wounds burning on your body and if you reached out your hand, you could find the cause of them, your captain.

In the distance, you could hear someone calling your name and it didn't take long for Penguin to appear in your field of vision.

"Are you okay?"

"He gave me a hard time, but I'm fine. And you?" You grumbled, sitting up and taking in your surroundings. Apparently everyone had gone back to sleep.

"We're tired but fine. You're bleeding, do you need any help?"

"Everything is fine." You stood, with his help. "We need to get them out of here, I doubt the marines will miss the chance to catch so many pirates gathered in one place. At the very least, this will end in a fight."

You chose to help carry Bepo back to Polar Tang. Even though he was big, sharing the weight would be much easier than carrying Law alone. As soon as you entered the submarine, you disappeared from sight, leaving all of Uta's fight behind.

"Do you guys need help? I can see some pretty bad injuries from here." Ikkaku approached, already stopping the blood on your forehead. "Are they both okay?"

"We should take them to the infirmary and keep them under observation." you warned, seeing two other crew members carry them out of sight. "Can we get away from the fight?"

"Yeah, off their radar." someone answered you in the background.

"Perfect, keep us at this depth, keep an eye on the radios, any sign of change, if Law hasn't woken up, you look for me." You leaned against one of the tables, trying to ignore some of the pain in your body.

It was supposed to be just a quick show, at least that's what Bepo had said. Unfortunately for Law, he ended up being the polar bear's requested companion.

"Sure you don't want to change places with me?" Law appeared next to you, while you finished cleaning the kitchen.

"No captain, I'll be right here, with my duties." You smiled at him and, despite being frustrated, he let out a sideways smile.

"You know that I'm the captain right? That I can give the order and you have to go and I don't."

"You wouldn't be so mean, would you?" you asked indignantly and on one of the few occasions, you heard him laugh, even if it was low tone. "Captain!"

"I'm kidding. Just keep an eye on everything, okay? Don't let Shachi and Penguin cause any trouble."

"Yes, sir. And you, enjoy the show."

You were almost regretting not accepting the proposal. Law would certainly be much better at containing you and preventing you from getting into a big fight than you would be doing the opposite. But you liked the idea of ​​him trusting you.

"Everything is alright?" Ikkaku took you out of your reverie, noticing your body slightly bent and the blood falling on your forehead.

"Try holding back a furious Trafalgar Law from wanting to get into a fight and tell me if that's okay." You laughed, even though it took some of the air out of you. "Just a few bruises, nothing major."

"Come on, I'll help you take care of this." Ikkaku gently pulled you by the hand.

"Boys, do you deal with them?" you asked and they both nodded. "If Law wakes up, don't say anything to him about our little fight."

"You mean, about the big fucking beating he gave you?" Shachi teased you, earning a push.

"Exactly. He has bigger problems to worry about than dealing with this."

You and Ikkaku headed towards the dorm you shared. Your friend made a point of supporting you at every step, even if you insisted it wasn't necessary. She sat you down on the bed and grabbed a small first aid kit hidden on one of the shelves.

"Why not tell the captain?"

"Outch" you mumbled with one of the stitches she had on your face. "I have a feeling he's not going to like that we got into this fight without his presence."

"I think he'll be more resentful that you were the one who held him back." You laughed at her silly observation, then grumbled with another needle. Damn fight. "Don't act stupid."

"What you mean?"

"I'll let you choose. Between you being the only one who can steal books from him without him complaining or about every time we disembark, you having to be on his side. Should I mention that time he freaked out because Kid wanted to take you to the crew from him?" she laughed to herself, at her own memory. "What do you need to see that he likes you too?"

"And who said I like him?"

"Okay, you still want to keep hiding your feelings for him, just hide it better." she laughed again. It was clear to her - and anyone else who saw - that there was something between the two of you. You just prefer not to feed this illusion. "Still, I agree that he won't like all this one bit. Let's try to keep out of his sight."

Law was still trying to assimilate everything that happened. Uta's show had turned into a war scene and in the end, even he had become a puppet. That idea would haunt him for a long time.

Despite recent events, Polar Tang was quiet, too quiet. He could hear some buzzing, nothing he could identify. Another thing he couldn't place was you. The last time he saw you, he had tried to bargain for your presence at the show, even though he had asked to change places with you, he didn't think the idea of ​​going with you was bad. You'd probably hate the song, but he'd enjoy your sarcastic comments about any awkward situation. A small laugh crossed his lips when he thought about what you would say to see little Bepo.

At dinner, he observed Shachi, Penguin and Bepo, talking to each other. The concerned expressions denoted the seriousness of the matter, but that could come later. Even though he slept through it all, he still felt tired.

At lunch the next day, again, nothing from you. Ikkaku was also missing. It was impossible for the two of them to have disappeared together and without any justification. He tried not to think about the worst-case scenarios, but no matter how much he denied it, he wasn't such an optimistic person.

It only took a few seconds of your three companions stalling for him to know that you and Ikkaku were up to something or had already been up to something. He left them behind, following with firm steps to your room.

"I didn't see you two at lunch or yesterday at dinner, I wanted to know..." you two found Law leaning against the door of your room. His relaxed position disappeared in seconds when he looked at where Ikkaku's hand joined your forehead. "What happened?"

"Just a few scratches, nothing major." your colleague replied before you could open your mouth. She knew - actually, you weren't that good at hiding it - about your feelings and how easily you could wrap your head around your own words.

"Yeah, they're from yesterday, some scratches." you tried to complement, the captain's serious expression made it clear that that hadn't helped at all.

"Nothing much and that's why you haven't shown up since yesterday?" he grumbled and before he could continue his lecture, he felt his body being pushed forward, with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin falling beside him. "What the fuck?"

"We just wanted to know if you already know that she was the one..." before the bear finished speaking, the other two covered his mouth.

The grey eyes trailed from you to Ikkaku, to the group lying next to him, and back to you again. The small stress that was forming inside Law turned into concern when he saw the small trickle of blood dripping from your eyebrow.

It only took a few moments away for you to appear like that and he would never tolerate that, you didn't need to know about his feelings or how he was already thinking about taking revenge on whoever had done that, he would deal with it after taking care of your wound .

"Everyone out." you made to follow Ikkaku, stopping a few meters away. "Not you, I need to see this."

The door to the small room knocked subtly behind Law, who waited for a few seconds to approach you. The two of you already had a considerable height difference, but when you felt Law's cold, tattooed fingers on your chin, you felt even smaller. He turned both sides of your face, despite the cold touch, you could feel your skin burn beneath his fingers.

"You're warm, but I don't see any trace of infection." Not this one, you thought. "Give me the name?"

"Name?"

"Which idiot did this?" he replied without much patience, his fingers leaving your face behind.

"This is going to be a funny story." you laughed, stopping immediately when you saw him look deep into your eyes, his expression serious in an almost irritating way.

"Someone decided to hurt one of my crew. I don't think it's such a funny story. Who did it?"

"Captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law." your answer didn't seem to catch him instantly, with each word that left your mouth, you could see him getting paler and paler. "I believe you already know, but Uta managed to control everyone who was asleep to attack the pirates and the marines and with that, you and Bepo were also controlled. The boys held Bepo and I had to deal with you, but everything is fine. "

"They told me about Bepo..." he seemed lost for words, taking a certain distance from you and leaning on the small table in your room. "So you restrained me, alone?"

"You, actually Uta, didn't have access to your Devil Fruit powers, it ended up being easier. After all, our mission was just to keep you two away from the navy." you explained, leaning on the opposite side to where he was, seeing his crestfallen expression. "Like I said, it's okay captain."

"Where else did I hurt you?" the question took you by surprise, making it difficult to hide your reaction. "I know my strength, I have a feeling it wasn't just that. I could see it myself, but I trust you, so please."

With your fists clenched and your gaze following your every step, Law could see your hand go to your ribs, along with a grumble, as you bent down to pick up a small cloth and fill it with something that smelled similar to alcohol. As much as he noticed you trying hard, he could see you limping. He watched you smear the contents on one of your cheeks and your arm, revealing some bruises.

You stopped in front of him, letting him analyze. Despite the pain throughout your body, Law's proximity was almost like an anesthetic. If he stayed there, you wouldn't mind spending the day under his gaze. Law took your arm, gently sliding his fingers under the bruise, watching you flinch in discomfort. His hands practically put your arm back in place and placed themselves on the zipper of your jumpsuit.

Your hands placed themselves next to his, pulling the device and opening the entire piece. Of all the times he had dreamed of touching your skin, none had felt like this. He liked to imagine how soft it would be, to think about how your body would shiver, to feel with his own lips every piece of exposed skin, while he heard you ask for more. All the purple spots he had dreamed of leaving on your skin were nothing like the one he saw. Thoughts would need to be put aside at that moment.

His hand knocked down one side of your jumpsuit, showing the large bruise on your rib, which made him hold his breath for a few seconds.

"What else?" his voice was barely audible. He knew there was more to it, but he didn't want to be invasive.

"Just this cut." you took off the other strap of your jumpsuit and let it fall below your waist, showing the wound on your thigh. It wasn't that big, but when you both looked at the place, you understood where all the warmth in your body was coming from. "Shit. It wasn't like this last time I looked." actually it was, you just wanted to spare him the worry.

You adjusted your jumpsuit, leaving the top hanging around your waist. Your eyes searched for Law's, but he seemed to be far away, even just a few centimeters away. For some time, he didn't say anything. His eyes followed one point you had shown and others, looking for other signs. His hands prostrated in front of his body, why had he done that? Why hurt you?

"Law?"

"I...I..." the words seemed stuck somewhere inside him. His hands placed themselves next to your face, a gesture you hadn't received from him yet. "I don't know how to apologize. Forgive me, I didn't want any of this to happen."

"No need, Law, really. I was doing what any of us would do, taking care of our crew, taking care of our captain."

Again the words seemed to have escaped him. He just wished he could hold you and apologize a thousand times, hold you there and heal every little part of you and never allow anything to hurt you again. Some conscious side of him screamed in the background that this wasn't anyone's fault, but the sound seemed so far away to hear, while the picture of what he had done was so close to him.

A few seconds passed, his hands were still on your face, while you just enjoyed the awkward affection you received. He didn't know how to deal with that feeling, it was a guilt like he had never felt. Along with a fear, a need to see you well. There were too many things to deal with and at that moment, he chose to be the most rational one.

"It's infected and may have broken something." Law let his medical side take control of the situation. "Room. Shambles."

Before you even noticed the blue dome surrounding you, the two of you had already been transported to the infirmary. You remained standing in your place as you watched the captain hurriedly walk around the room, collecting some materials and before you could try to get on the stretcher, the two of you were already being taken to another place.

The table full of books, the small window of the Polar Tang showing some little orange fish passing by outside, a cozy bed, even with the sheets spread out. That definitely wasn't your room. You watched Law leave the materials on the table and reach Kikoku. You saw the blue dome again, this time, you knew that he was using his powers to confirm that you had indeed presented all your injuries to him.

"I was worried about your rib, but apparently it was just the bruise. Now about your leg, I may need to redo those stitches and medicate you. I can't let the infection spread."

You knew he was nervous, bordering on anxious, but you had known him long enough to know that stopping him from treating you would be even worse. You had chosen to hide your injuries so that Law wouldn't feel guilty, now that he knew, you didn't have much else to do.

"Law." you called out to him carefully, as he prepared the medication. "Do you mind if I bathe first?"

"Sure, I mean, no problem. Just wait a second." He walked away from the table and piled up some things, which he handed into your hand. "Here's my towel, I also left some clothes in case you want to use them, if you don't want to, that's okay. I can ask Ikkaku..."

"This is perfect, thank you Law." you hugged the small bundle of clothes close to your body.

"Room." again, in a matter of seconds, you were at the bathroom door. "I'm sorry, but your leg is really hurt, you shouldn't force it while walking."

"Okay" unlike the time he had taken you to the infirmary, now he had transported you close to each other, which made the air disappear from your lungs. "Can you wait for me? I mean, you said I wouldn't I should force my leg and..."

"I'll be outside, just call me and I'll be here." Please call me, Law's inner voice practically screamed.

Your shower was much quicker than you expected. Just knowing that he was waiting for you outside made butterflies fight in your stomach. You gently dried your body and took the clothes he had given you. Something that looked like shorts - it might have been underwear, but you didn't worry about that right now - and a black button-down shirt. As soon as you button the last button, you can pay attention to the smell of the fabric. Something soft, woody, you wondered if that was his scent.

"Law?" All it took was a small call and he soon entered the bathroom. Not as discreetly as he expected, his eyes roamed your body. "Can you help me?"

"Of course" your feet left the floor, giving you a few seconds to assimilate that he had picked you up and carried you back to the room. He hadn't done this before, but you preferred to just enjoy the sensation, locking your arms around his neck.

With a few steps inside the room, he placed you lying on the bed, pulling a rod further to the side, only then did you notice the hanging IV.

Law bent down, reaching your arm level, cleaning it with a small piece of cotton. He looked at the wound on your leg. In silence, he cleaned the area and took some bandages, placing them across the entire length of the wound. The contrast between your warm skin and his cold hands was strangely comfortable. You wished they would last a little longer there.

"I think we can leave these stitches for another day, but I need you to take this medicine. It's an antibiotic, the infection is small, but I'd rather take care of it soon." He pulled the small needle, seeing your face pale. "I'm sorry darling, but it's the best option we have."

Darling.

That word would echo in your mind for a long time. The fear of the needle that was about to come into contact with your skin eased when you saw the care he took with each gesture.

"Just don't look, okay?" He waited for you to close your eyes. "Just a few seconds and that's it. You'll feel sleepy, but that's normal. As soon as you wake up, I'll bring you something to eat."

He got up and started to adjust the pillows on the bed, the ones that were around and under you. His hands rested around your body, his body was on top of yours, even without any immediate contact. It was inevitable not to get lost in his eyes, or see him do the same with yours. You would like to engrave that in your memory, forever.

"Are you comfortable?" his face still had the same tense expression from the first moment he found you in the room.

"I am, I promise." you replied, in a burst of courage, you brought your hand to his face, touching his cheek. "Law, what worries you so much?"

He walked away, sitting at the foot of the bed. You just straightened up so you could look at him. His tattooed hands took off his hat, fingers tangling against the dark strands.

"I can't deal with the fact that I did this. I did this to you. Of all the people that could have been there, I hurt you." he grumbled, turning so he could look at you. "You do not understand."

"Actually, I understand." your answer left him stunned for a few seconds. "But don't blame yourself, you didn't choose this, captain"

"I know, but at the same time..." he huffed, trying to find the right words, which scratched his insides every time he looked at your scourged face. "You understand me, huh? I mean, I don't just see you as a crew member and something tells me you don't just see me as your captain. And knowing that of all the things that could have happened, I hurt you. I promise compensate you for everything."

"About what you said, about what we see in each other." your thought was interrupted by a long yawn. "What should we do about this?" You made to get up, but the IV attached seemed to transmit drowsiness straight to your body. Your eyes were already starting to get heavy.

"That we can deal with this later. You took care of me, now it's my duty to take care of you. For that, you need to rest." His hands reached yours, giving a slight laugh when he saw you fighting with your own eyes, wanting to leave them open. "I promise not to hurt you again or let anyone else hurt you."

Before you fall asleep for good, you can feel his lips on your hand.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

Can you draw tails loaf sleeping on sonic plz

bro laid down for a second

[kimsuyeon]

send me an idol and era ↳ hyeju + girls' night era for @doyeons

[zoros-bandana]

One Piece x Articles

[sexydoffyman]

may i have a yandere somnophilia law + ace (same prompt- different fics) please 🤲 thank u 🫶🫶🫶

SOMNOPHILIA

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Sanji and Katakuri version here

SENSITIVE THEMES

genre: smut

characters: Trafalgar D. Water Law, Portgas D. Ace

A/N: Dang sorry for not posting for a couple of days.🪰

TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW

A lot of people see him as a constantly annoyed person. I like to think he is more of a creep.

Yk, that kid that stabbed a frog in kindergarten kind of dude.

He enjoys getting attention by being creepy.

However, in this situation, he will try to be as sneaky as possible.

He will be just staring at you when you sleep.

It will soon turn into him jerking off.

He has a room around him just in case you wake up.

His weird hobby will progress into touching your bare skin while you sleep.

Running his hands up and down your inner thighs.

He has withstood his urges a lot of times, but his curiosity got the best of him.

He silently takes off your pants and underwear.

He slips himself inside of you going real slow not wanting to wake you up.

His whispers of "fuck" fill the room as he feels your warmth.

He will cum on your body, but don't worry, he makes sure to clean it up, real good.

Kisses you before he leaves.

When you two interact normally, he can't keep his eyes off you.

PORTGAS D. ACE

Ace is not as creepy as he is curious and desperate.

He silently watches you sleep, adoring the way you move around.

He will start more romantically.

Kissing you softly. Caressing your cheeks. Looking at you like a teenage boy who fell in love.

His intentions are pure and innocent.

It was only one day that he got hard watching you sleep.

He was just like. "Fuck it." and jerked off to your sleeping form.

Post-nut clarity hit him hard.

He was thinking of why did he do that.

Those thoughts were shut off the next night when that urge caught him off guard again.

As time passed, he became addicted to it.

He wanted more. He was greedy.

He started touching you with his dick to get some kind of sexual tension.

In no time, the day comes when he gets too carried away.

He puts his dick inside of you and completely melts.

All the pleasure and pressure he is feeling right now is indescribable.

He whimpers but tries to keep it as quiet as possible.

He pulls out just in time and finishes into his hand.

He stumbles out of your room.

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Can I see Law and Beppo? I love how you draw law, he's so disgruntled <3

You can!

Thanks for the suggestion!

[lady-of-endless]

Reactions to their s/o wearing Valentine lingerie as a surprise? (Law, Corazon, and Katakuri pls❣️)

Their reaction to lingerie for Valentine's Day headcanons (Trafalgar D Water Law, Rosiante Donquixote - Corazon, Charlotte Katakuri)

Author's Note: Slightly nsfw! These 3 in a spicy request? Yes, please...Thank you so much for this one, I love it too much! Happy Valentine's Day, btw 💕 Hope you'll like those!

Trafalgar D Water Law

- Your lingerie of choice for him would be dark red, a classic and a reminder of what day it is. He never cared for Valentine's Day before you, it's possible for him to forget about it.

- Let's assume that you want to tease him, to finally get revenge for all the times he teased you mercilessly. You're wearing a loose top and somehow, as you were walking, with him behind you, the top dropped from your shoulder, revealing a red strap. You made it look like an accident but he saw right through you. Law squints his eyes noticing the strap and his stare goes a little lower on your body. As he assumed, he also noticed a red band peeking from the waistband of your trousers.

- Your little game stops when you hear from behind the infamous words: "Room - Shambles". When you blink you're precisely in the middle of his bedroom because of his ability.

- Once you reveal the lingerie fully, you'll hear the longest sigh he ever let out, slowly shaking his head. His eyes will scan each detail of it. Even if he keeps his composure, the dilatation of his pupils betrays him. He puts his hands in his pockets so that you won't see him clenching his fists.

- Law will tell you to stay where you are in the middle of his bedroom as he slowly starts circling you, a growing smirk on his face. You can tell he likes what he sees and that he's putting his wants on hold. Why? Because he wants to get you a nice blush on your cheeks to match the lingerie, he would say. Expect slow and soft touches of his fingers along your back and waist, and then unexpected slaps of the elastic of the lingerie against your skin as he pulls on it and lets it go. He won't stop until you're begging for him to stop messing around. He hopes that moment comes fast because it's hard for him to resist.

- He won't even ask for permission to rip it off. If you're complaining, he'll just shut you up by biting your lip and saying that he'll get you a new one.

Rosiante Donquixote (Corazon)

- Your lingerie of choice for him would be white and lacey or pastel pink with some embroidered little hearts like the ones from his favorite shirt. However, I think that the white lacey lingerie would destroy him.

- You don't want to tease him but you do want it to be a surprise he'll discover. You two are in a heated private moment on a couch. Corazon starts praising, and complimenting you because he couldn't do it during the day because of his disguise and slowly unbutton your shirt. As he kisses your neck with a blush on his face, he opens his eyes and notices the lingerie. He stops in his tracks.

- His flustered expression switches to a slightly serious one. You think that the speed of his changing expressions is because of his skill as a spy but right now, it's because his mind got clouded by obscene ideas. He asks you to stand up and strip so that he can see it fully. "Can you do it for me?"

- You take off everything else, revealing the lingerie while he leans back on the couch, legs slightly spread, eyes fixated on you. He takes in the full image and he feels the need to light up a cigarette and tame a drag to prevent himself from jumping on you.

- Corazon won't need to act as mute anymore because he genuinely became mute at that moment. However, his hungry stare spoke louder than words. He'll gesture you to come closer and sit on his thigh. As you're sitting there, he'll let his fingers softly slide over the details of the garments as he sighs.

- He's not going to rip it off, he appreciates the look too much. And also, he likes playing with those ribbons and bows like you're his present.

Charlotte Katakuri

- Your lingerie of choice for him will be black lingerie with lots of straps. We've seen his aesthetic with that black vest, boots, a lot of belts, and straps. How would it be if you decided to go for it as well? It would be the end of him.

- Once you start to undress and reveal your surprise for him. Katakuri's eyes will grow wider and his breathing will become slightly shallow. He has always admired how soft your features are and to see you in such a bold outfit? He'll pull onto his scarf a little higher on his face to hide his blush and he'll clear his throat because of how unsure of his voice.

- Sure, you look absolutely gorgeous, but what gets him more flustered is the fact that you wanted to wear that, especially for him. That's what gets him weak.

- Because he is so damn tall, he can't see the full set properly. He will just kneel before you, putting his large hands on your hips and pulling your body close to his face, looking up at you with enamored eyes.

(something like this but he's kneeling: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/6e/98/746e981b15d3019deea14edcd9dd3df4--forgive-me-romantic-places.jpg )

- He'll start kissing your hips, still looking up at you, hands sliding to your thighs. Please run your fingers through his hair as he does this. There's something about seeing Katakuri, this mountain of a man, a warrior, feeling so comfortable being at someone's mercy. He's bewitched with you and he wants to take his time to show his adoration before letting himself indulge in his desires.

- He'll ask for your permission before ripping it to pieces, grunting. Expect him to even rip a part of it with his teeth, as he gets more impatient.

[dfortrafalgar]

Hi, saw that your request were open so I was thinking on asking you for Law X fem reader where law has a crush on reader and starts hanging out and sees that one of reader’s guy friends is being way too touchy and starts touching her butt, he is also being mean to her and at one point even hits her in the head.

How would he react, I was thinking of a fluff ending.

thank you so much for your request anon!!! i really loved this one, it was super fun to write! it was definitely a bit of a struggle though, as much as i enjoy writing heavier topics, physical abuse is tricky for me to deal with, but i hope the fluff at the end delivered some resolutions <3

also, i actually really really like Bellamy as a character. i think he's super cool, but i couldnt think of anyone else who could really fit in the role he's playing in this fic LOL

Rectify

Law x Fem Reader

Law’s feelings for you are forced to clash with a loathsome person in your life.

Warnings: descriptions of brief physical abuse, implications of past abuse, very mild suggestive language, modern setting, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending

By the time Law realized his crush on you had surpassed its normal, healthy limit, it was far too late for him.  It certainly didn’t help to see you sitting next to Bellamy, tossing joking remarks back and forth.  All of you were in the same friend group, so it was truly impossible to avoid your interactions with the much larger, stronger, arguably more handsome man.  And the thought began to make Law’s blood boil.

Because Bellamy was everything Law wasn’t.

You and Law had been friends since childhood, growing up in the same neighborhood and running with the same crowd.  You were familiar with his best friends and his dad, just as Law was familiar with your closest peers.  Law liked to think that, as the years went on, the two of you grew closer and closer.  You were always far nicer to Law during his awkward teenage years, and there were a few times where the raven-haired boy grew hopeful that you might one day return his budding feelings for you, but that day never came.  And then you started college… and then you met Bellamy.

On the contrary to the black-haired medical student, the blonde was known around the entire campus as ‘The Hyena,’ and for good reason.  He was ruthless in every sport he played, a malicious, sadistic grin constantly pulling at his thin lips striking fear into the hearts of his opponents.  He was strong, freakishly so, with muscles that could rival that of an Olympic weightlifter.  His blonde hair was a hit with the ladies, and partnered with his darker skin tone and his assortment of badass tattoos, it seemed like a no brainer that women would be falling all over him.

Law just internally hated that one of those women seemed to be you.

Despite you having confirmed on multiple occasions that you and Bellamy were simply friends that you met in one of your classes, and that you truly had no interest in men like him, Law couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in his chest.

Bellamy certainly seemed to like you.  A lot.

Law watched from across the room, a plastic cup still completely full of an unidentified cocktail in his tattooed hand and the large group of friends you shared laughing and chattering around you in the living room of the house party, as one of Bellamy’s large, strong hands began to circle around your waist, gripping the soft flesh of your ass through your pants.  The sensation made you jump, trying to scurry away from him with a nervous smile on your soft lips as you awkwardly laughed at the feeling, but Bellamy tried to pull you in closer.  The couch cushions sunk under his weight, creating a deep divot that made it hard to stand up.

You lightly shoved Bellamy’s chest, mumbling something about standing to get another drink, before you were finally able to haul yourself up from the warm sofa and make your way toward the kitchen in the back of the house.  Law stood from his metal folding chair, abandoning his cup on a random end table.  He followed you diligently into the kitchen.

“Hey,” he muttered.

“Oh, hey, Law!” you returned his greeting, mild surprise filling your eyes.  “I didn’t hear you behind me!”

The man shrugged, leaning against the counter.  You awkwardly fiddled with a glass bottle of beer, using the edge of the counter to pop open the metal cap.  Law eyed you suspiciously.

“You don’t drink beer,” he stated, watching as you simply held the chilled bottle in your hands without making a move to drink it.

You smiled in response, but the gesture didn’t reach your eyes like it normally did.  “I know… I just needed to get some air away from the living room for a little bit.”

Law couldn’t hold back the question fighting on his tongue.  “Is Bellamy bothering you?”

Pointed stares were shared between the two of you before you finally, lightly, shook your head.  “No.”

“Are you sure?”  Something told him you were lying to his face.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you groaned.  “Law… I know you don’t like him… but he’s really not that bad.”

“You didn’t seem to like it when he touched your ass,” the med student grumbled.

“Law, I don’t want to fight,” you retorted, firmly.  “I don’t like it when Bellamy touches me, anywhere.  I know he’s into me but I’m not into him, but I don’t want to cause a scene at a party I was graciously invited to.”

You had a point.  Liquor was running as free as tap water within the stale, stuffy walls of the house, and saying or doing something that could potentially cause a fight wouldn’t be ideal.  Especially since the police had already been called multiple times to a house just a few steps down the sidewalk from this one.

Law wished he could open his mouth and just tell you, tell you everything that had been on his mind, how he realized just recently (and yet somehow far too late for his liking) that he’s madly in love with you, how he doesn’t want to see you be treated poorly by someone who you call a friend, how he wished so desperately that you would see him in the same way, how he longed for your touch.  But instead, he stayed silent, watching as you anxiously eyed the brown glass of the untouched beer bottle you still gripped in your hand, as if the bottle was the only thing keeping you glued to reality.

“I’m fine, Law,” you blurted.  He hadn’t said anything more.  With your eyes cast down to the floor, you left your beer bottle sitting open on the countertop before retreating back into the thick of the party.

The raven-haired student waited a few moments before returning as well, his metal folding chair unfortunately having been taken by two sweaty economics students locked in a very passionate, very inappropriate, makeout session.  He pushed his way through the mingling crowd back toward the couch where he spotted you perched on the arm of the sofa this time, Bellamy practically flush against your body on the end cushion, his palm on your ass, fingers squeezing intermittently.  The blonde was locked in an intense conversation with the man in front of him, and the look on your face screamed uncomfortable.  Law felt his stomach flip over.  Your eyes caught him again, and you frowned.  A frown so deep that it left shadows under the creases of your lips.  You looked… aged.  Stressed.  Afraid.

But Law kept his distance.

You didn’t want a scene to break out.  You could handle yourself on your own.

Bellamy’s hand trailed from your ass down your thigh, your skin still protected by the rough denim of your jeans, but that didn’t stop his fingers from crawling around the front of your body and dipping between your thighs.  The feeling of his intense hand trying to pull you apart in front of another man, without your consent, made you visibly tense up and pull away from him.  Your motions finally made the blonde’s attention snap to you, his dark eyes narrowing and somehow becoming even more villainous.

“Don’t run off,” he snapped.  “You’re sitting right here with me, all pretty like that.”

You steeled yourself.  “Then I don’t want you touching me like that.  We’re not an item, Bellamy.”

“I don’t care,” he huffed back.  “I’ll touch you however I want.”

The music of the party, the chattering voices slurred with alcohol, faded completely around Law as he watched the argument unfold before his eyes.  The only sounds entering his ear drums were the disgusting words leaving Bellamy’s mouth, the demands, the insults.  The dim lights of the living room did very little to hide the way your face contorted in discomfort, trying to pull away from the blonde athlete even more.

“Bellamy, I said no,” you snapped.  

No one seemed to be paying any attention to what was happening, all eyes everywhere but where they should have been.  When you were being closed in on by a man much larger than you, no one was looking.  You were alone.

And Law was somehow so far away.

“I don’t remember ever needing to listen to you,” the hyena chortled, his voice gravelly and nasally.  “You should be lucky that you have a guy like me who’s into you.  You’ll never be able to do better than me.”

You opened your mouth once more to shout a retort, but you were cut short.  Bellamy’s clenched fist connected with your lower jaw, swiftly knocking you to the ground in a stunned shock.  You fell like a lead brick, hitting the ground with a force that Law somehow felt through the soles of his shoes, rattling his bones and making his head spin.  Your hands blindly scraped against the floor searching for your bearings, completely disoriented from the blow that had just met your bone.  You brought one of your hands to your mouth, cupping your palm over your lips as your eyes closed, trying to block out every overwhelming color and sound filling your brain with a nuclear buzz.

And yet.  No one.  Noticed.

Law cleared the floor in an instant, just as Bellamy was yelling something about your worth being determined by your partnership with him.  The fist inked with DEATH clocked the blonde in the temple, the short, stubbly blonde hairs leaving phantom singing pain on Law’s fingers.  The hyena stumbled backward, catching himself on the arm of the sofa you were previously sitting on.

For a brief moment, the med student was gloatingly proud of himself.  His father was a retired marine after all.  Law knew a thing or two about a good punch.  His thoughts were quickly retired, however, as he crossed the crowded floor to your side, quickly helping you to your feet and pushing through the crowd with you hunched over in his arms, tripping over your heels as he rapidly escorted you to the door.

Don’t cause a scene.

Bellamy didn’t follow, and Law counted his blessings.  “Hey, your apartment’s on this street, right?”

With a hand still cupped over your mouth, you nodded.  Your eyes were barely keeping themselves open, what was visible of your face contorted in a muted agony.

If Law was any less collected, he would’ve stomped that hyena’s face in with the heel of his boot.

The two of you were barely getting anywhere with your afflicted state.  Law scooped you into his embrace, your legs wrapping around his hips and free hand clenching the soft fabric of his shirt as he carried you back to your apartment with one of his arms carefully supporting your rump.  Thank goodness you lived so close, in a converted townhouse on the corner of the same street.  Law still lived in on-campus housing across town, which was less than ideal for his tastes.  He helped you fish your key from the pocket of your pants, keeping you in his grasp while he pushed the door open and entered the narrow entryway of your home.  Your roommate was gone for the week visiting family on the other side of the country, so your place was completely dark and quiet.

Law flipped the light switch on just in time to watch you scurry to the first floor bathroom as soon as your feet touched the hard wooden floor, leaving the door open as the light in the smaller space flicked on as well.  He quickly followed, standing in the doorway as you finally pulled your hand away from your mouth.

A few droplets of blood were dotting your palm, but when you opened your mouth, a worryingly large glob of bright crimson exited past your lips and splattered in the white porcelain of the sink.  Law’s stomach lurched as he watched you try in vain to spit out the metallic liquid, your entire face scrunching up as the nauseating sensation and taste.  Your shoulders shuddered with the feeling of your gag reflex bobbing in the back of your throat, forcing your stomach to hold its contents as you released drops of bright red into the white porcelain of the wash basin.

The med student’s first thought was that one or more of your teeth had been knocked loose or even came out permanently, but nothing solid landed in the sink.  As you began to calm down from your spitting into the basin, your eyes began to well with overwhelmed tears.  You gazed at Law in the mirror, his golden eyes locked on yours as a small dribble of blood and spit slid down the skin of your chin.

Wordlessly, your friend stepped into the bathroom with you, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and wetting it with warm water from the tap, wiping away the bloody drool that left your lips.

“I know it hurts, but I need you to open for me,” he muttered, gently holding your cheek in his hand as the other one balled up the toilet paper and discarded it into the open toilet bowl.

When you opened, Law reached into the back pocket of his speckled jeans and procured his phone, clicking on the flashlight without looking at his screen.  He shined the light into your mouth and, to his relief, didn’t see any chipped, broken, or missing teeth.  He did, however, see a substantial gash on the side of your tongue.  You must have clamped down hard on the muscle with your teeth thanks to the force of the punch.  The thought made a silent rage build in Law’s gut.  He turned you around and closed the toilet lid, sitting you down and proceeding to rummage through your medicine cabinet.  

He handed you two pieces of gauze wrap from below your sink.  “I need you to hold these against the cut on your tongue, okay?  Don’t remove them until I say so.”

You diligently followed his orders, taking the dry cloth from him and inserting it painfully into your mouth to rest on the stinging wound that cut your muscle.  You watched as he continued to rummage through your supplies, pushing aside boxes of tampons and toilet cleaning chemicals and finally finding what he was hoping he would see- a brown plastic bottle.  He stood from his crouching position, the bottle in his firm grasp.  He spun the item around to gaze at its expiration date and hummed approvingly under his breath.  He quickly exited the bathroom, leaving you alone for a few fleeting moments.

While he was gone, you were able to take a better look at your face.  While one of your cheeks was puffed up slightly with the clump of gauze against your tongue, you could still make out the swelling of your skin on the same side.  A large, black and blue bruise was quickly blooming along your jaw and up your cheek, your fractured capillaries leaking into your epidermis.

Law finally returned, a very small cup in his right hand and a bottle of diluted bleach in his left from the kitchen.  You watched as he poured a small amount of clear liquid from the brown bottle into the small cup before running the sink tap and filling it the rest of the way with plain water.  He handed the cup to you with no instructions before lightly spritzing the porcelain basin with the diluted chemical, running the tap once more and washing your blood away, making sure to scrub the entire bowl.  He finally turned around to face you.

“I need you to swish that in your mouth for a few seconds, and then spit it out in the sink,” he directed.  “It might taste kind of bitter.”

You carefully pulled the gauze out of your mouth, wincing as some of the light fibers pulled against your wounded muscle, but followed his directions and tossed the contents of the small cup back into your mouth, swishing with your cheeks puffed, trying to focus the liquid onto your wound.  Just as Law warned, the taste was bitter, vaguely salty, but definitely not pleasant.  Law finally stepped aside from the sink after a long 30 seconds and let you spit.  Both the gauze and the clear solution you rinsed your mouth with were lacking blood, meaning your wound was already on the clotting and healing path.

After sputtering for a few moments, the faint smell of diluted bleach filling your nose from the sink, you placed the cup down on the counter and gazed at Law, who watched you with a keen eye.  “What was that?”

“Hydrogen peroxide and water,” he uttered.  “To disinfect your tongue.  Luckily, peoples’ mouths tend to heal much faster than other body parts, so after a day or two of discomfort, you should be back to normal.”

Cleaned and disinfected, you finally started to let your mind sink on the gravity of the situation, your heart rate increasing and your eyes once again growing heavy and blurry with impending tears.  You watched as Law, avoiding your gaze with a deep frown on his lips, grabbed your rinse cup from the counter and turned to head back to your kitchen.  You quickly grabbed the fabric of his shirt sleeve to stop him in his tracks, the fuzziness of your vision causing the colors of his form in front of you to waver and warp, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his lean torso in a hug, the warm wetness from your eyes soaking the cotton of his clothing.

“Please don’t leave,” you uttered into his chest, your body trembling.  With the adrenaline finally subsiding, the pain radiating from your jaw grew more and more noticeable.  Every movement seemed to irritate your bruised bone, and talking felt like trying to articulate with a lead weight attached to your mandible.  

With your face smushed into his clothing, you didn’t see when Law placed the cup back down on your counter, only hearing the soft tap of the plastic against the linoleum surface.  His arms carefully, as if to not shatter you where you stood, wrapped around your waist, one hand coming to rest comfortably in between your shoulder blades, his fingers sprawling out over your spine before retracting and collecting some of the fabric from your own shirt into his inked fingers.  It felt like his hand was made specifically to bring you comfort.

—

It took some time for you to calm yourself down enough to relocate from the bathroom doorway to the small living space you typically shared with your roommate when she was home.  You listened with your head resting on a soft pillow and an ice pack nursing your jaw as Law busied himself between your bathroom and kitchen, washing the cup, cleaning off the bathroom counter and sink for a second time, and disposing of the small garbage bag where your bloody gauze had ended up.  Your living room was dark, with the only light coming from the kitchen, just enough to catch glimpses of Law’s shadow moving about the space.  Your face ached from the force of crying against your bruised jaw bone, your eyelids uncomfortably sliding over your corneas, dry and fragile after expelling what was easily the rest of the water in your body.

After what felt like an eternity, Law finally emerged from the kitchen, carefully approaching your laid out form on the couch.  He kneeled in front of you and adjusted the ice pack against your cheek slightly, the tenderness of his fingers ghosting over your own.  Your heart galloped in your chest.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into that mess,” you groaned, forcing your dry eyes closed to avoid Law’s pensive stare.

“You didn’t drag me into anything.  I acted on my own,” he replied stoically, his hand remaining within close proximity to your own.  His tattooed fingers flexed a few times, eager to take your hand in his, but he eventually relented and let his limb fall back to his side.

You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, curling your legs up toward your chest.  “But you could’ve gotten hurt.”

Law bit the inside of his cheek at your words, his own chest clenching in disdain, not for you, but for the hyena that had left you feeling such a way.  “I don’t care if I get hurt if it means you stay safe.”

When your eyes opened, they were small.  Weak.  Like you had been fighting some unknown battle in your skull for as long as you could remember.  You truly looked tired and ragged, and Law wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms until all your life’s woes flushed away like the aftermath of a rainstorm.

“Law…” you began, your mouth opening and closing a few times, at a loss for what to continue with.  “I never really liked Bellamy.”

The man stayed quiet, his lips pulled in a taut line.

“But sometimes, when you get really uncomfortable, all you can do is laugh and smile.  Because you hope that acting friendly and cordial and cute will keep you safe from danger.”  Your voice was so fragile, your words mumbled as you continued to cradle your jaw with the thawing ice pack against your skin.  “I never wanted to hang out with Bellamy, but he scared me so much and I just… didn’t know how to say no.  I didn’t want to get hurt.”

Again.

Law’s own jaw clenched, suppressing a bubbling rage as he relived the blonde’s actions from a few hours prior.  A deep-rooted maniacal side of the medical student wished he could gut the D-1 athlete in his sleep, but what good would that do?  It certainly wouldn’t help you in the way you needed it.  And the fact that your attempts to protect yourself had only led you to getting attacked in the first place made his blood boil in his veins.  But he needed to stay calm for you.  Anger solves no issues.  He learned that from Cora, his best friends, and now you.

A bout of anger got you out of the situation you were stuck in, and now you needed comfort.

“What…” he began, stumbling.  “What do you want from me?  To help you?”

After a few brief moments of silence, the only sound cutting through the darkness being the faint wrrr of your air conditioning unit, you finally spoke up.  “Can you spend the night with me?”

Law blinked once, then twice.  “Here?”

“Yeah.  In my room.”

He gazed at you through the darkness, his golden eyes widened.  “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

You emitted a small gust of air through your nose.  “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

Fair enough.  “Do you have anywhere you want me to sleep?” he asked, helping you sit up against the couch cushions and carefully easing the ice back off of your jaw.  The swelling had gone down substantially, but it would still take a week or two for the bruise to fully heal.

One of your hands remained planted against his shoulder, gripping the cotton of his shirt.  “In my bed.  I feel safe with you, Law.  It’s really okay.”

After receiving your words of affirmation, Law stood from his crouched position and guided you to stand through the darkness, his hand in yours and the other clutched around the ice pack.  He discarded the item on your kitchen counter to be dealt with in the morning, keen on getting you comfortable under your secure blankets.  You gladly followed him, stepping carefully through the dark home into your bedroom where you blindly navigated to your bedside lamp, pulling down on the cord to activate the light.  The warm orange glow flooded the room, making the two of you squint your eyes.

Law could finally see just how bad your bruise really was.  A large, black and blue swollen welt tinged with red the exact size of a harshly clenched fist was carved across your skin.  The sight of the impact was much more swollen compared to the other side.  You had taken a hit most street thugs hadn’t ever dealt with.

“It’s really bad, isn’t it,” you asked, voice still paper-thin and anxious. 

“It’s… definitely a decent injury,” Law responded bluntly, inwardly cursing himself at his awkward language.

You didn’t hold it against him, however.  Instead, you stripped off your clothes, crawling into bed and leaving the other side open for Law.

“You’re really okay with this?” he asked, one more time.

You nodded.  “Yes.”

Law followed your initial lead, taking off his jeans, followed by his shirt and socks, leaving only his boxers covering him.  He carefully crawled into the space in your blankets you had left open for him, laying on his back like a plank with his hands awkwardly draped over his abdomen.  You pulled down on the cord to your lamp once more and flooded the room with darkness.

The med student felt the mattress dip as you moved closer to him, effortlessly draping yourself over his body, as if you were made to fit into the crevice of his neck.  His hands found their position around your back and waist yet again, surrounding you in the comfort you had been longing for all night.  You nestled your face into the soft skin of his neck, slow, deep breaths setting a hypnotic, drowsy pace for the both of you to fall into slumber.

No words had to be exchanged, not until the morning at least.  Your legs tangled together and your hearts beating in sync did all the talking for now.

[hellenhighwater]

hey so how come lawyers like so much PAPER?

sincerely, the person in the copy center who has to print all these goddamn binders

Man, it is the worst. I grew up file clerking for my dad and it was so terrible that I decided I would never be a lawyer. SO much paperwork. Ugh. Horrible.

But also, if you're in trial, you want all of the information in the entire case at your fingertips, and you want to know exactly where every piece of info is--which means that you have it hard copy, because a laptop can glitch or lag or crash but paper abides.

Also, in a lot of circumstances, you need a physical item in order to admit something as evidence, because the court physically marks it with a sticker label. So you print photos, documents...even for video files, you have it on a disc or USB that the court can put its little evidence sticker on. And then, depending on the type of trial, all that evidence may go with a jury into a jury room to look over, and you don't really want to give them a wholeass laptop, because that's just asking for improper non-evidence information to be considered.

And if you're feeling like a jackass when complying with discovery demands, you can give the requested information on physical paper and that's fulfilling the demand (unless it was specifically for digital format) but it's not searchable in the way that a PDF would be--you can't control+F for the info you want, you have to read through reams of paper. Which you should do, for thoroughness, but...it's time consuming. So you can play petty little games and give people hardcopy to make their lives marginally more difficult.

Ultimately though, lawyers just really love deforestation. Fuck them trees.

[eustasskidagenda]

anon asked: Hi, fellow Kid-Stan, I love your writing, it's so well-written! So I hope my request isn't too weird, but would you mind writing some headcanons with a fem reader afraid of having sex with Kidd, Zoro, Law and Sanji if that's okay. Like because the reader is stressed about getting hurt (maybe because of their size or because it’s been a long time since the last time the reader had sex, no heavy topic involved!) Thank you if you consider writing this scenario and please, can I stay anon if you post this?

Hello, dear anon! Thank you for requesting and your kind words, it was interesting to think about how those dummies would act in this situation. I hope you'll like the result.♡

☆Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW : n/sfw, MDNI, f!reader, size kink, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), v. sex, unprotected sex, protected sex, dirty talk, praises, Sanji talking in French because I could die for this, Kid is cursing as always, let me know if I forgot something

WC : around 2,000

You can read the part two here & the part three here

Kid

Let's assume it's your first time in the same bed: Kid being... Kid, his first reaction would be to grin cockily or even laugh proudly. He thinks you're actually praising him for his size. Please keep going, it’s music to his ears. He loves praises and when you acknowledge his size. It fuels his ego tremendously. "I know it's big, that's enough praise. Wait, were you talking seriously?" 

Seriously, Kid, ugh. 

So, once he realized you're not praising him but rather really stressed, he's still pleased with himself.

Kid is a man of action; talking, trying to understand, or reassuring is not something he's easily able to do. Because honestly, he would just say something like "it's just sex, I'm not gonna hurt ya, look how wet you are" 

Whenever there's a problem, he's more inclined to take action to find a solution. So his first reaction is to ask if you want to stop. Although he may be cocky and carefree, he would never cause harm to anyone he truly cares about. And no one will have a good time if you're too stressed. Totally pointless. 

So you have to tell him you want to continue, but you're nervous because Kid is not the one to indulge into sweetness and his size doesn't make things more easily. 

"Then, come get what you want by yourself" he would say before laying on his back, his cock twitching impatiently. Kid doesn't often let his partner ride him, except when he's feeling tired. His body is truly a beautiful throne to sit on. A toned and beautiful body, covered with scars, like war paint, full of stories and secrets.

Once you finally straddle him, he would hold your hips firmly as you line your wet pussy up to his cockhead. When you slowly impale yourself on his thick member, he would let out a low, animalistic growl of satisfaction. You feel too tight around him, and you feel too full with him buried deep inside you, stretching your walls. 

He would guide you down his cock until his balls deep inside you. The expression of pure delight on his face is truly mesmerizing. Riding someone as tough and impressive is quite intimidating, so he would hold your hips, helping you to move up and down, as you slowly adjust to him. "Fuck, look at you, taking me all the way in like the good girl you're"

He feels your walls tightening him as you start to move faster.

"Take it easy" That's the moment you will hear his shaky breath and deep growls. He can't handle how good you feel. So wet, so hot, so tight as you walls spasms around him. His cock is throbbing inside you and he grit his teeth, holding your hips that firmly it will leave bruises on your skin tomorrow.

He's truly trying his best to not just hold your hips and slams inside you as his usual rough and merciless pace. He wants to transform you into a whiny mess. 

"Shit, y/n, let me fuck you." 

And once you finally get used to him, then prepare yourself for the wildest ride of your life. You better hold onto those sheets tightly. Because he will slap your ass, pull on your hair and fuck you with enough intensity to leave you breathless and exhausted.

Zoro

Zoro has not a lot of experience because he's way too focused on his goal of becoming the greatest swordsman ever. Even when it comes to sex, he's a bit oblivious. So you better have to be precise and explain things correctly, so that it takes over his mind. As Kid, he's not a man of many words, he doesn't really know how to reassure you. Like, okay, it's been a while since the last time you had sex, but the same applies to him. At least you're in the same situation, isn't that nice?

He's trying his best.

Once he's sure you want to keep going, he will consider the whole thing like a training: everyone needs a good warm-up. So prepare yourself to have your pussy eat for a long, long time and to cum at least once against his lips. He may not be the most experienced, but he learns quickly and your body language is like talking to him. 

He would then slowly push two fingers inside you, feeling how wet you are for him. "Looks like my girl is ready for me, yeah?" 

Try not to be too embarrassed when he hungrily licks his fingers covered in your wetness, like if it were a precious cup of sake. The way your body looks and tastes is truly intoxicating. How could he get enough of your shivering, moaning, sweating, begging, and slow pleads when his head is buried between your thighs? 

"Now open your legs for me" 

Eyes darkening with lust as he sees your folds exposed, his cock twitching and throbbing. Although he is thick, he never realized it. So you better prepare yourself. 

He would look into your eyes just to be sure you're still willing, before placing his hands on your shoulders to pinning you down the mattress, shifting his weight so he can position himself at your entrance. 

Thrust forward, filling you up in one swift motion. He's completely focused, as if it's an important battle. And actually, he's really struggling to stay nice and slow for you. He's quiet. Breathe deeply and make low grunts close to your ear.  When you begin to scratch his back, he becomes confused. Why are you doing this? Does it hurt or feel good? "You doing okay?" 

If you tell him you need more now, he will give it to you as hard as you want.

"Such a brave girl"

Law

As a good doctor, his first reaction is to understand the cause of the problem. Is it a physical or psychological problem? Sex can be painful if you're experiencing too much stress or vaginismus. If he wants to help you feel better, he needs to understand what's going on. He’s a logical man, he can't act without a good understanding of what's happening. 

He would probably cover your body too, in order to preserve your intimacy while you explain him you're just a bit stressed because it's been a long time and you often face pain when it comes to sex. 

"Sex isn't supposed to hurt or to be stressful. Do you want to continue?" 

As you slowly nodded, he would kiss your forehead and then slowly remove the bedsheets, revealing your bare body to himself. 

He wants to reassure you even if he struggles with intimacy, including in the bedroom. He's not that kind of guy having sex with random people. If you end up in the same bed, it's because he genuinely cares about you. And damn, he definitely knows how to take care of your body too. He has divine hands. Good to heal, but also to help you reach new heights. The way he runs his hands along your body, your inner thighs, your pussy, and then your clit causes shivers down your spine. 

And when he slides two fingers inside your core, damn, the only thing you can do is arches your back and beg for more. He’s the king of fingering. You can't help but cum as his thumb circles your clit while he pushes his long fingers in and out of you. When he removes them, his tattoos are soaked with your wetness, you are flustered, and he's content with himself. He can't help but grins, licking his fingers while watching your reaction closely. Even in bed, Law likes to tease you.

"Need me so bad, y/n-a?" with a slight pinch on your nipple 

He's a doctor, so he will wear a condom. Even if you're wet, he'll reach for the bottle of lubricant and then sloshing some onto his palm before smearing it over his length. The emo boy myth is true because his cock is long.

Usually, Law struggles with eye contact, it's too intimate for his sake. But for once, he will let you lie on your back, spreading your thighs enough to fit in between. His tattooed chest slowly rises up with each breath, making him look beautiful over you. 

"You're ready?" 

He's a smart and careful person, so he'll go slowly and check your expression to ensure you're alright. He feels the tightness around his cock. So wet, so hot. His hands are shaking on your hips while he gently steady you. "Everything's fine?"

Slow and deep strokes as you trace the tattoos on his arms and chest. With his lips sealed to yours, he swallows all of your moans. And his low, deep breaths are leaving you in shambles.

Sanji

Oh, sweet Sanji. Similar to Zoro, he's not the most experienced, but he has a kind and compassionate soul. He would let you explain yourself, running his hands all over your shoulders, hair and stomach, trying to soothe you as you confess you're scared because it's been a while since the last time you had sex.

Sanji would never judge you. He would offer you sweet kisses to cover your body, promising to take things at your own pace. And if you need to stop, please just tell him. He would try his best to hide that he's a bit nervous too; nervous about hurting you or not being good enough for you. 

Gentle kisses on your neck, breasts, lower stomach, inner thighs, and hands running all over your skin, fondling your breasts softly with a heavenly touch. He wants to take good care of every inch of your skin because your body is so precious, perfect and beautiful. All your shivering, moaning, and the way you look at him with pure love on your face... it melts his heart. He desperately wants to be inside you, but he'll never rush the whole thing. Like a good meal, sex deserves to be appreciated. 

Probably the king of oral sex, he could keep his head burring between your thighs for the entire day and still can't get enough of how good you pussy feel and taste. He is fond of eating you out, hearing you moan, feeling you shivering and beg for more. The way your body is arching, how you grab his hair, pressing his lips more firmly against your wet folds. Not only do his hands know how to cook, but they also know how to please your body. Slowly circling your clit, fondling your breasts, and caring for every inch of your skin, making you melt and beg for more. You forgot you were tensed and stressed with all his attention. 

Sanji being Sanji, he would love to bind your wrists with his tie, but he knows it's not the time for this. "I need to be inside you, mon amour" (my love)  His cock is painfully hard and twitching, leaking in pre-cum.

As you spread your legs, letting him know that you're ready for more, Sanji would try his best to hide how stressed he really is. He doesn't want to hurt you. Fingers entwined with yours, a lot of eye contact as he slowly pushes his cock inside you. "Shh, it's okay. You're so tight. Laisse-moi te faire l'amour" (let me make love to you)

You softly moan as he penetrates you completely. You were stressed about getting hurt after such a long time without having sex, but Sanji is so soft that it didn't hurt even a bit. Even if you're relaxed, he would ask, "Am I hurting you?" And when you confirm that everything is more than fine, he can't help but sigh in relief. His fingers are still entwined with yours as you use your other hand to softly pull on his hair.

Slow and deep strokes. "C'est si bon d'être en toi" (it feels so good to be inside you) He is not ashamed of moaning. Moans that are really pretty. The feeling of your skin against his, how wet and welcoming you are inside. This is too much for him to handle. 

Naturally, when it came to aftercare, he would rush to the kitchen to make you a good meal. 

Sanji is so sweet please, help.