#responding to anonymous

[selineram3421]

its official, I am officially obsessed with hissy kitty, its my new addiction.

🥲

Yay!

[incognitopolls]

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[nina-ya]

OK we've seen a lotta romantic stuff BUT... what about something more casual? Got any fwb/fuckbuddies hcs for any of Luffy/Law/Kid/Zoro?

Friends With Benefits Headcanons with Luffy, Zoro, Law and Kid

Synopsis: just like the title says! Pairing: Luffy x reader, Zoro x reader, Law x reader, Kid x reader (separately) CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, vague mention of feelings in laws, besides that just fwb stuffs

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It started with Luffy being as blunt as ever, dropping his casual indifference about sex into a conversation that left you floored. “It’s not that different, right? Just feels like using your hand,” he said with a shrug as if the entire concept was nothing more than a passing thought. You couldn’t stop the sigh that left your lips. “Oh, you have no idea,” you murmured, already scheming. 

The first encounter happened late at night in the empty kitchen when you finally decided to prove your point. His curiosity got the better of him as you knelt between his legs, tugging down his shorts slowly. “Just let me show you,” you murmured, your voice full of promise. The moment your fingers wrapped around his cock, his entire body tensed, a sharp intake of breath the only sound before his lips parted in an unrestrained groan. “Shit,” he hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily as you began to stroke him.

And when your mouth replaced your hand, the realization hit him like a freight train. The wet heat of your tongue gliding along his shaft, the way your lips sealed around him, sucking with the right amount of pressure- it had his head tipped back, his eyes squeezing shut, and a growl ripping from his throat. “What the hell– oh fuck, that’s–” Words failed him, his hands flying to your hair, gripping tight as he lost himself in the sensation. The sheer desperation in his moans was intoxicating, loud and shameless as if he didn’t care if he woke up the entire crew. 

By the time you let him fuck you for the first time, Luffy was insatiable. He’d been begging for it for days, his cock hard and throbbing in his shorts every time he so much as looked at you. “Come on, please,” he panted, his hands already slipping under your shirt, grabbing greedily at your skin. “I wanna know what it feels like. I need to.” His voice was raw and desperate, as if his entire world hinged on you giving in

The moment he pushed inside you, an almost feral sound tore from his throat. “So warm, so wet, so…” he groaned, his hips snapping forward instinctively as he buried himself to the hilt. He didn’t even try to take it slow; he couldn’t if he wanted to. The way your hole clenched around him, wet and hot and perfect, drove him absolutely wild. His pace was frantic and erratic, every thrust hitting deep as his moans grew louder, filthier, until you had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep the entire ship from hearing. He didn’t care, though. If anything, it spurred him on, his teeth grazing your palm as he muffled a growled, “Fuck, you feel so good.” 

After that, Luffy was a man obsessed. He wanted to fuck you every chance we got– in the kitchen, in the crows' nest, on the head of the Sunny, wherever he could get you alone for more than five seconds. Subtlety wasn’t his strong suit, and he didn’t even bother trying to hide it. His neck was littered with your bite marks, his chest and back decorated with scratches that he proudly showed off, oblivious to the crew's exasperated stares. 

With every encounter, his insatiable curiosity drove him to try anything and everything. “Can we do it upside down?” he once asked, completely serious, his head tilted as he waited for an answer. He wanted to explore every inch of you, every reaction he could wring out of you, and he was shameless about it. The moment he found something that made you moan even just a little louder, shudder harder, he’d latch onto it, repeating until you were trembling, begging for more.

It didn’t take long for this fuck buddy relationship to leave him with an insatiable appetite. He grew bold enough to grab you whenever and wherever the urge struck. Leaning over the railing, half-asleep in a hammock, hell, he once tried in the kitchen while Sanji’s back was turned. 

It didn’t matter if the crew gave him shit for the marks littering his skin or the way he’d disappear with you for hours at a time. Luffy wasn’t one to hide what he wanted, and what he wanted was sex with you, and you wouldn’t trade this for anything else. 

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The crow’s nest was where it all began. You were silently watching Zoro work out until just watching wasn’t enough. “C’mon, how hard could it be?” you quipped, laughing at the way his muscles trained as he hefted one of his absurdly heavy weights. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he challenged, dragging you into his workout routine with a predatory glint in his eye. 

You took the challenge, standing beside him as you began mimicking his movements, your body quickly heating up under the strain. What you didn’t notice was how Zoro’s gaze raked over the sheen of sweat on your skin, the way your chest rose and fell, and the soft, involuntary noises you made when you pushed yourself a little too hard. 

He didn’t even realize he was staring until you caught him, your breathless laugh snapping him out of whatever daze he’d fallen into. “What? Didn’t think I had it in me?” you asked, voice light and playful. Zoro didn’t answer. Instead, he closed the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands grabbing your waist as his mouth crashed into yours with a force that stole your breath. 

It was raw, messy, and absolutely unplanned. He had you bent over one of the training benches, your hands braced against it as he pounded into you from behind, his low grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small space. 

Afterward, Zoro was uncharacteristically quiet. He avoided your gaze as you got dressed, his confidence replaced with a rare hint of awkwardness. You both figured that was the end of it, a one-time lapse in judgment. 

But then it happened again. And again. 

The second time, he didn’t even try to play coy. The moment you walked into the crow's nest, he had you against the wall, his mouth on yours, and his hands already slipping beneath your shirt. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he would admit gruffly, lips brushing against your ear before dragging you to the floor. 

It became your thing– a dirty, addictive routine that neither of you bothered to question. Zoro would have you on your knees, your mouth working over him as he cursed and growled, his finger tangling into your hair as he fucked into your throat. Or he’d have you bent over various equipment, his pace merciless, leaving you shaking and spent while he smirked down at you like the smug bastard he is. 

By the time you’d found yourself tangled in Zoro’s limbs for the fifth or sixth time– not that you were counting– you’d all but accepted that no one else would compare. He was a man of focus and discipline in every aspect of life, and that extended to the way he fucked. There was no half-measure, no hesitation. Every thrust, every touch, every kiss was designed to leave you breathless, shaking, and so completely ruined that the mere idea of someone else trying felt laughable. 

Zoro was a fast learner. What started off as clumsy, heated desperation quickly evolved into him paying attention to everything. When your body tensed, the sounds you made, the way you trembled under his touch. He made sure to take mental note of that for the next time you were with him. 

The man had stamina for days, and his endurance translated perfectly into this. It was never just a one-and-done for him- both of you came undone over and over again until you were overstimulated, tears pricking your eyes as you gasped for breath. “Come on,” he’d taunt as his fingers delved between your legs, spreading you open for him again. “You can take it. Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

Cleanup was an afterthought at best. Zoro never stuck around to cuddle or chat, he wasn't the biggest fan of pillow talk. He’d pull his pants back on, toss a towel at you, and call it a day as he resumed his previous activities. 

It wasn’t romantic, but it was addictively good. The way he fills you, the way he growls your name, the way he pushes you to your limits and beyond until your body nearly gives out. Zoro wasn’t the type to hold back, and you weren’t about to complain, not when he left you a shaking, satisfied mess every single time.

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It started off innocently enough– or at least that's the lie you tell yourself every time you feel Law's hands on your body, coaxing sounds from you that would make the devil blush. It had been late at night, the two of you in his quarters with the moonlight streaming in through the window. He was hunched over his desk looking over case studies, his jaw tight with sections, dark circles just a bit more prominent than usual.

You murmured a simple, “You should take a break,” as you watched him rub an exhausted hand over his face. Of course, he snorted in response, lips pulled into a thin, humorless line as he muttered something about not needing a break.

You don’t quite remember how it escalated, but one moment you were standing there, and the next, his fingers were curling around your wrist, pulling you to him. His lips crashed against yours with an intense hunger, teeth scraping your bottom lip as his hands roamed, tugging at your clothes. Fabrics hit the floor in a frenzied blur, and before you could process the shift, the air was filled with your moans and the sinful sound of skin against skin.

Law treats the whole thing like an arrangement, nothing more than a mutual understanding- a transactional escape from the grind of life as a pirate. There’s no romance, no sweet nothings whispered in the dark. Just the bruising press of his body against yours, the deep growl of his voice commanding you to spread your legs wider or hold still while he takes what he needs.

His kisses are demanding– teeth biting at your lips, tongue delving into your mouth, and leaving you gasping for air. His inked fingertips from whatever part of you they can reach– your thighs, your neck, the curve of your waist– digging into you and leaving their mark behind.

Law pays attention to every gasp, every shiver, every time your voice cracks when you beg him for more. He files it all away, exploiting your weaknesses until you’re writing beneath him, your nails clawing streaks of red down his back as you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood, desperate not to let anyone hear the depravity unfolding behind doors.

The infirmary quickly became your playground. It was practical, as no one thought twice about seeing you leave together– a crew member seeking the doctor out for medical attention, they’d assume. But the truth was far filthier. 

Late nights became your undoing, the two of you barely remembering to lock the door before he had you pinned to the nearest surface. The cold metal of an examination table was a constant companion, pressing into your bare skin as he shoved your panties down your legs and into his pocket. He’d spread you open slowly, inked fingers teasing over slick folds before his mouth descended, devouring you like a man starved, as if your pleasure was the only thing that could satisfy him in that moment.

“Stay quiet,” he’d growl against your ear, the head of his cock dragging against your entrance before slamming into you, stealing whatever defiance you might’ve had. His voice was a hypnotic blend of filth and control, whispering all the things he was going to do to you, each word leaving your head spinning and your body arching against him as he fucks you toward your first orgasm of the night. 

You’d always leave the infirmary looking wrecked– hair tousled, lips swollen, legs wobbly as you tried, and failed, to regain some semblance of composure. Law, of course, looked immaculate; no one could even tell that he was balls deep inside of you just moments prior, though that smugness in his expression is always there to remind you just how thoroughly he’d ruined you.

And if you looked closely, you’d start to notice the subtle cracks in the walls he’d built around himself. Moments where this simple exchange of pleasure felt like something more. Like the time his breath hitched, and his voice came low and rough as he murmured, “You’re too good at this.” His forehead pressed against yours, honeyed eyes boring into yours in a way that made your stomach flip, as he continued with, “Too good at making me forget everything else.” 

You could pretend it didn’t matter, that it was just an offhand comment in the heat of the moment. But other signs were there if you dared to look. The way his hands lingered, mapping your body like he wanted to memorize every inch of you. The way his fingers didn’t just grip but caressed, a softness in his touch that hadn’t been there before. The way he held you close afterward, his chest rising and falling against yours as if he was reluctant to let go.

You could tell yourself not to overthink it. You could pretend the shift in him didn’t make your chest ache with confusion. But how could you ignore the way he slowed down, how he rolled his hips into you in a way that wasn’t just about chasing release, but about making you feel every damn inch of him? His forehead pressed into yours, his lips brushing over your jaw, and there it was– your name, murmured like a prayer on the edge of a moan.

His kisses grew less frantic, less possessive- more lingering, savoring, as if he were trying to communicate something he couldn’t quite put into words. His voice softened when he guided you through the pleasure, no longer barking commands at you, but soothing encouragements, spoken with a tenderness that left you reeling. He wasn’t just fucking you anymore. He was making love to you in every way but name, the shift so slow and gradual that it felt like you’d accidentally stumbled into it. 

You could ignore the way he was treating you, the way his actions betrayed the very ideal of casual detachment. You could let yourself believe this was just temporary, destined to burn out the way all things do.

And you had a choice to make. You could stay on this path, let him end it when the time came, and pick up the pieces of yourself when it was over. Or you could give in– to him, to this- and let it all become something far messier, far scarier, but infinitely more real. You could let the walls come crashing down and see where it led, knowing full well there might be no going back.

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One too many drinks at a rowdy tavern in some seedy little port town started this relationship. It was the kind of place that smelled of spilled ale and bad decisions. You and Kid were seated side by side, tipsy from cheap booze and a long week that had worn down the two of you. Half-hearted threats and teasing insults transitioned into touches that lingered way too long. 

When his large hand landed on your thigh under the table, squeezing firmly with no shame, no subtly, you leaned into it, your fingers trailing up his arm as you met his challenge with one of your own. “You talk a big game,” you murmured, your voice low and taunting. “Think you can back it up?”

And then came the bathroom. Not the most romantic spot for a first time, the broken blinking lights and the smell of piss certainly added to the ambiance, but neither of you gave a damn. He locked the door with a click, spun you around, and had your face pressed against the cold wall in an instant. 

Clothes barely came off; his hands were too impatient for that. He yanked your pants down just enough to get where he needed, his fingers rough and greedy as they spread you open. The stretch when he finally shoved inside was brutal, the angle unforgiving, and he groaned like a man who’d just found his favorite kind of trouble as he shoved you harder against the wall with every thrust.

By the time he was done, your legs felt like jelly, and the mirrors were fogged up from the heat of it all. Kid looked at you like he wanted to go another round right there, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he zipped up his pants. “You clean up nice,” he said with a smirk, slapping your ass as he turned to leave. 

That set the tone for every time after. No strings attached, no romance, just raw, shameless fucking whenever the need hit. It was about the release, about indulging in the kind of pleasure that left bruises and scratch marks behind.

One of his favorite things was seeing you struggle to keep quiet when he was fucking you in the dead of the night, in a place where anyone could walk in. The way your body would tense, trying to hold in your noises, but failing miserably as his cock hit that one spot inside of you that had you wailing out. He’d of course, laugh at you, a taunting sound that made your stomach flip. “Do you want everyone to hear us?” as for him, he didn’t particularly care if the whole damn world heard.

The best part was that there was no pressure. You could still flirt, still enjoy the random hookups with others on the ship or wherever you went. There was freedom in it. But more often than not, you found yourself seeking him out. He was convenient. He knew exactly what to do to make you feel good, how to touch you without overdoing it. And honestly, his body was just the right fit for yours every damn time. 

You swear that filthy mouth of his could single-handedly unravel you. He’d growl obvious comments like “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” as he dragged his thick fingers through your slick before shoving them into you saying some shit like, “You like being use like this, dont you? You’re made for this.” 

The crew knew; of course, they did. It was impossible not to, with how loud you sometimes would get or the way you left his quarters a stumbling mess with marks blooming across your skin. If anyone dared to stare too long or judge, he would bark at them to mind their own business.

This arrangement works because neither of you tried to make it more than just sex. There was never any pressure, no awkward conversations after he had just busted inside of you, just a shared understanding that you would be there to scratch each other's itch without hesitation. You could, of course, try to make it into something more if you so desired, but you don’t ever have to if you don’t want to, which is such a beautiful thing in all honesty. What you have with him is chaotic, messy, and thrilling, and that was more than enough for both of you. 

[dunmeshistash]

Could you please make touden mother compilation 🙏

She doesn't show up that much unfortunately.

I don't think her nightmare version counts but here she is too

[canisalbus]

About starting ADHD meds: Yay!! I really hope they work for you!! But if they do, be aware that it's possible for the effect to wane pretty quickly - I had to get my dose upped a few times before it started actually feeling like a consistent upgrade to my quality of life instead of just a couple weeks' boost. But they did really improve my everyday life by a Lot, so, I really hope you can find that same relief, even if it takes a while to fully find what works!

I remember hearing something along those lines! I was put on a low dose for starters but there's plans to increase it in a week or two.

Of course it's far too early to say anything about anything, but I've been feeling pretty alright so far. People kept warning me about potential nausea, since it's one of the most common side effects, but I haven't noticed anything yet.

[hoshizoralone]

just want to say if you’ve ever sent me a long or extremely unique ask complimenting my art and i dont respond to it. it’s not because im Evil and dont want to respond it’s because i purposely hoard those asks like a dragon so i can reread them all the time and if i answer them they’re now outside of my dragon treasure hoard

[aroaceleovaldez]

What is the PR disaster in question that made Rick announce TSATS? I wasn’t active in the online fandom at that point

Of course! This was awhile ago so it figures people don't remember it/aren't familiar:

Basically a couple years back (2020) the fandom had some posts circulate discussing the ways different characters in the Riordanverse were written poorly or offensively. There was a masterpost that went around tumblr but the two major points people were particularly focusing on were Piper and Samirah (particularly because Piper had featured prominently again in Trials of Apollo recently and the third MCGA book had further emphasized and discussed Samirah being Muslim, since it was supposed to take place during Ramadan). Basically each had multiple posts breaking down the ways they were depicted incorrectly or offensively. The entire fandom for a little bit was VERY intensely discussing this (and it's around this time the "RR crit" tag got very popularized on tumblr - it did exist before, but suddenly was being used VERY frequently - cause it was that wide-spread - though the discussion took over basically every side of Riordaverse social media on different platforms). People really wanted Rick to respond to these criticisms, so he did!

He made two blog posts, one about Piper and one about Samirah. He has since deleted both so the links are to archived versions. The short version: he essentially tried to justify his poor research and double-down that he hadn't written them offensively, actually, people were just being mean to him. The fandom, of course, reacted poorly to this.

[Further elaborated events under the cut since this got a bit lengthy]

(Fun fact, this all happened within a month or so of the time i posted an open letter on aphobic tropes in the Riordanverse that Rick replied to, and then he immediately followed with announcing that Reyna was intended to be ace-coded [which cause a LOT of fandom debate] before Rick dipped for a couple of weeks, and then came back to post the blog posts in response to Piper and Sam stuff. So I like to jokingly refer to this as "The time I imploded the fandom/drove Rick off of twitter." Twas I that set the house ablaze.)

Rick fully left social media after this and the LT Musical social media manager became Rick's social media manager for the time being.

So this all happened June/July of 2020. Tower of Nero would end up being published in October of 2020 and a few months after that Rick would state that he was done with the series and wouldn't be writing any more series installments involving Percy, and also that he wouldn't be writing a Nico quest following Tower of Nero as it "wasn't his place to" and encouraged the community to write their own versions of Nico's story.

The community continued to circulate the tumblr posts and discuss the topics of Rick's offensive character depictions, and this is also where we see the dramatic shift in how the fandom depicts Piper in fanwork (though in most cases it is admittedly not an improvement 😬) because of all this discussion. This is also around the time when the fandom brought Viria under scrutiny claiming that she was whitewashing Piper as part of the same discussions, through the justification that she was drawing Annabeth as having tan skin (which she does canonically), and if Annabeth has tanner skin then Piper then that's whitewashing Piper? Except they were using completely separate images of not fully rendered Piper art versus Annabeth in dramatic lighting, so it's all very awkward and poor logic, and did actually get kind of racist. A lot of people were calling it "Tannabeth Blackchase" (yeah, i know) or similar and a common sentiment you'd see repeated is "Don't draw Annabeth as having darker skin than Piper, because that's offensive/racist/whitewashing." (Note: it was not phrased "don't draw Piper as having lighter skin than Annabeth" - we also won't get into certain offensive depictions of Native Americans, but I digress). But yeah, the Annabeth stuff in all that did not age well at all.

Anyways, in October of 2021 however Rick would announce that he was co-writing The Sun And The Star - with a lot of heavy emphasis on how Mark Oshiro works as a sensitivity reader, and some false advertising from the official social media that Mark Oshiro was the first time a non-Riordan author would be collaborating on the series (disregarding the ghostwriters completely). One of the big criticisms in the breaking down of issues in Rick's writing was his lack of ever seeking a sensitivity reader, and fans claiming that a sensitivity reader could solve a lot of the problems. This was basically Rick's "look! I totally listened!!!!" (though it did little to actually improve things, based on the book) and in TSATS as well Piper gets a large cameo at the end where the text very directly addresses a lot of points made in criticism of Rick's writing of her.

We also then of course got the CoTG trilogy later, explicitly stated to be for advertising purposes for the show.

So basically, short version: Rick came under scrutiny for a lot of offensive writing within the span of two months, made some bad blog posts doubling down about it, left social media. TOA ends. Rick says he wasn't going to continue the series/write what would become TSATS. Community celebrates the end of of the franchise but also continues to discuss Rick's poor writing and the blog posts at length. Rick suddenly announces TSATS and Mark Oshiro's involvement. Everybody gets distracted from being mad. Show announcement stuff also happens and the discussions peter out.

[teamfurtress]

the thought of sniper being all stoic behind his glasses like B| and then seeing his tail wag is really cute to me...also i love your art especially your coloring

he got invited to hang out

[stamp-it-to-me]

pinball postage stamps?

yes i found one! and im kind of shocked lol, this French one from 2016 is from a series on "the senses" and is specifically supposed to capture "the sound of a pinball game"

[ID: a postage stamp with a somewhat abstract illustration of a pinball machine in play. end ID]

[adobe-outdesign]

I dunno if yluve been asked this before but genuinely what is up with jelly world on neopets. Like whats the deal with that?

Jelly World is a land that can't be accessed from the main Neopets' map—the only way to get at it is via direct URL (www.neopets.com/jelly). Ergo, it's a very long-running meme that Jelly World doesn't exist, which manifests in silly jokes like this:

[brian-in-finance]

You’ve been duped. There’ll be a time when, though you’ll never admit it, you’ll come to admit to yourself that Mr. McGill was never Cait’s husband nor the father of her child. The man was never her equal, barely her PA and only possibly a friend. He had a purpose and that purpose is over. He wasn’t there and won’t be again. All your posturing only has made you look the fool and those who were once shippers as well. Tait is over.

Meanwhile, on Earth…

Anon, if someday someone asks you what you were doing at 2:45 a.m. BST on the 2nd of April 2025, you can say you were trolling on Tumblr, presenting an opinion destined to bite you on the ass.

Remember… pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. — Proverbs 16:18, Holy Bible, NIV

[selineram3421]

Hissy Kitty is the BEST

I'm just waiting for Husker or Alastor to get Reader with a water spray bottle and Reader fucking bodyslamming them 7rs7s585ss

But I also live in the first chapter reader was making biscuits and loafing 🥺 does reader do want other cat stuff? Like yodelling at 3AM and racing down the hallways when everyone's asleep? (not alastor trapping then with his shadows and snuggling them to make them chill out so he can rest)

Hahaha! Omg.

Yes Reader does a lot of cat stuff but mostly under the influence of catnip. One thing they do without catnip is jumping up surprised when seeing a cucumber behind them.

[tswaney17]

Gwynriels having a one-sided beef with BB. Hilarious.

Gwynriels: “I only trust SJM and BB.”

BB: “Elain killed the king.”

Gwynriels: “BB IS WRONG! NESTA KILLED THE KING!”

Be for fucking real right now.

[nina-ya]

saw your request for NSFW requests, so what about embarrassed law during sex, either from your teasing or him getting in his own head?

a/n: hi!! i have no words other than I simply wrote this with one hand Pairing: Law x AFAB Reader WC: 2k CW: NSFW MINORS DNI edging, heavy teasing on readers' part, p in v sex, creampie • masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

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The atmosphere between you and Law is thick, suffocating in the most delicious way, every inhale saturated with the musky, electric tension that neither of you can ignore. It clings to your skin, heavy and hot, a cocktail of anticipation that threatens to shatter with every passing second. Law sits rigidly beneath you, body coiled tight and taut. His breathing is shallow and uneven, as though he is struggling to keep himself together, but the faint tremor in his frame gives it away that he is barely holding on. 

Your lips skim the curve of his throat, tracing a path. The salty tang of his sweat mingles with the heat radiating off his feverish skin, and you can feel the frantic thrum of his pulse beneath your lips. He swallows hard when you linger at his collarbone, the sound audible over his labored breathing.

“Don’t be so shy now, Law,” you murmur, voice dripping with honeyed mockery, each word a tease curls into his skin. “Tell me what it is you want.”

His jaw tightens, lips pressing into a thin, stubborn line, but his hips tell you everything you need to know with that subtle twitch giving away his need. You pull back just enough to see the struggle etched across his face; the sharp features contorted, frustration flashing in those eyes as he struggles against your words and actions. 

“Are you okay there, Captain?” you tease, the lilt of your voice playful and cruel as your hand drifts lover, brushing against the hard, throbbing bulge against his jeans. His breath catches and a strangled sound rips from his throat as his hips jerk upward instinctively seeking your touch.

“No,” he grits out, voice tight, almost pained under the weight of his desperation. “I’m not okay.”

You hum in mock sympathy, letting your fingertips hover just above the waistband of his jeans, the ghost of your touch sending shivers down his spine. His muscles flex beneath your touch and his hands twitch at his sides, nails biting into his palms as if the faint pain might keep him from tearing you apart, to grab you and pull you closer, to make you give him what he so desperately craves. 

You finally grant him a taste of bliss, sliding your hand beneath the fabric. The moment your fingers wrap around his length and free him, a deep and broken groan spills from his lips. You can feel his hips buck into your palm in an attempt to seek more and you oblige, slowly stroking him in a rhythm that leaves him trembling. 

“Law…” you murmur, the name slipping from your lips like a taunt. “So needy… can’t even let me take my time with you, huh?”

The growl that tears from him is primal, raw, and the sound sends a thrill skittering down your spine. His chest rises and falls in shallow gasps and his body strains against his need for control. Every part of him is wound up and you can see it in the way his muscles strain, the way his hands are curled into fists by his sides, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, jaw locked, but even that doesn’t stop the desperate roll of his hips. 

You don't stop, your strokes gaining speed, grip tightening just enough to pull sharper and louder groans from him. The slick slide of his cock against your palm, the intoxicating weight of his desperation, and the sheer heat of his need sends a rush of heat blooming between your thighs, and you can’t help but tease him further, bringing him right there, so, so close to the edge.

and then you stop.

The sudden absence of your touch leaves him frozen and his entire body goes rigid as disbelief engulfs him. His lashes flutter as his eyes snap open, and the pained groan that escapes him is thick with yearning, a sound pulled from the deepest recesses of his frustration. 

Your sly smile only deepens as you rise onto your knees, letting the moment drag on a bit longer as you savor the way his chest heaves and his cock bobs against his abdomen. You settle over him, hovering just close enough that his swollen tip brushes against your folds, the sensation drawing a sharp hiss from his lips. His hands find purchase on your hips, grip tight as he fights the urge to just push you down onto him.

“Look at you,” you purr, voice dripping with wicked satisfaction as you slowly roll your hips just enough to let him glide against you. “So desperate… look at you leaking for me, Captain.”

The slick of your arousal coats whatever it touches and his head tilts back as he huffs out a shuddering breath. “Don’t… don’t do this right now,” he grits out, but the grip on your hips tightens contrasts his words. His body begs for you, even if his words don’t.

A wicked chuckle fills the air as you lean forward, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Don’t what? Hmm? Say it…use your words…” you murmur, each syllable dripping with a playful cruelty.

Your teasing earns a sharp inhale, and you can feel the insistent press of the head of his cock nudging against you as he silently pleads for relief. “Stop teasing, damn it…” he finally says, voice cracking slightly. 

Finally, you give him mercy- or so you let him think. You position yourself, letting the bulbous head of his length press against your entrance. The stretch is exquisite as you begin to sink down, inch by inch, and you can feel every ridge and vein of him filling you completely. His reaction is immediate and visceral as his fingers bruisingly tighten on your hips and a broken moan tears from his throat as you take him inside. 

“Fuck–” he hisses through his teeth, eyes snapping shut as his chest rises and falls with erratic breaths. “You feel- goddamn it-”

You pause for a moment, letting yourself adjust, and you feel the way he is throbbing inside of you, every pulse of his need echoing through your body. A shiver races down your spine and you can’t suppress the moan that escapes your own lips.

When you finally start to move, it’s slow and torturous - even for you- as your hips rock against him in a rhythm that is designed to unravel him piece by piece. The friction is maddeningly perfect; Law’s teeth sink into his lower lip, biting hard enough to nearly draw blood. But when he bucks his hips upward, desperate to meet your movements, your hands press firmly against his chest as a silent warning that you are the one in control.

Each roll of your hips sends him hurtling towards the edge and his body tenses and strains as he fights to hold on. But it’s a losing battle. After just a few more devastating movements, his breath catches, and he gasps sharply as his entire body goes taut beneath you.

“Shit, I’m–” he gasps out, his words dissolving into a cry as his cum coats your walls in hot, pulsing waves. His entire body shudders, his hands slipping from your hips to clench at the sheets below you instead. He trembles beneath you and his chest heaves as he gasps for breath, completely unraveled.

You smirk down at him and your movements slow to a languid grind as he rides out the last tremors of his orgasm. He is a beautiful mess: his face is flushed, body is glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, and his eyes are glazed with lingering ecstasy. “Already?” you ask in a sickly sweet tone, leaning down so your lips hover just above his. “I thought you had more in you, Captain.”

A groan of embarrassment rumbles from him as he brings one hand up to cover his face, hiding the deep maroon that creeps across his features. “Don’t,” is all he mutters, the single word filled with exasperation.

Your soft giggle dances in the air at the simplicity of his request, but you are far from finished. Without missing a beat, you resume your movements, your hips rolling against his once again as you now aim to chaise your own pleasure. The shift pulls a sharp gasp from Law as a hint of overstimulation sets in, his wide, dazed eyes locking onto you.

“Still so hard…” you breathlessly murmur as you grind down against him with a renewed purpose. 

Your hips grind harder, chasing that molten spark of pleasure that is bubbling up in your core. The obscenely wet slide of his cock twitching inside of you only adds to the sensations. Your head tilts back as a soft moan slips from your lips as you lose yourself in the way his length drags against every sensitive spot inside of you. 

Beneath you, Law huffs out and groans beneath you, the sound barely registering in your blissed-out haze. “You’re… unbelievable,” he mutters though there’s no heat behind his words- just a breathless awe laced with exhaustion. 

Your eyes flutter open to meet his, and the sight steals what little breath you have left. Flushed cheeks, disheveled hair sticking to his damp forehead, and those slightly parted lips releasing the sweetest of noises all paint a picture of utter ruin. His chest heaves with labored breaths, and despite the tremor in his arms, his hands slide back up to your thighs, inked fingers curling around them possessively. 

“You don’t get to tap out,” you pant, the words leaving your lips with an airy, satisfied rasp. “Not when - fuck - not when I’m this close.” 

Law curses under his breath, and you can feel one of his hands release your thighs and trail downwards, fingertips caressing your stomach before dipping lower. The moment his thumb brushes against your clit, you shudder at the sharp and electric sensation. He begins circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with an agonizing precision as he matches the rhythm of your hips. 

“Like this?” he grunts out as the pad of his thumb works you with the right amount of pressure.

“Fuck-- Law” you gasp, your movements faltering for just a moment as the dual sensations overwhelm you. “That’s--”

“I know,” he cuts in, lips twitching into the faintest of smirks. “I’ve got you.”

Golden eyes never leave you, dark and brimming with intensity and his parted lips tremble with each ragged breath you are squeezing from him. Even now, he can’t help but admire how utterly breathtaking you look. Your body is moving over his with wild abandon, the sweet melody of your moans is filling the air, and every inch of you is burning with life. It’s a sight that he wants to sear into his memory.

 His free hand down to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as if coaxing you to let go, to shatter under his touch.

And you do. 

A sharp cry from his name bursts from you as your body jerks forward, tremors wracking your body violently with the sheer force of your orgasm. The waves of pleasure crest and wash over you until stars dance behind your closed eyelids. Your fingers dig into his chest as you ride the waves, your moans breaking into soft whimpers as the aftershocks ripple through you.

Law doesn’t stop and his thumb works at your oversensitive clit as he draws out every last shiver of your release until your thighs are shaking and weak pleas for mercy tumble out of you. Only then does he give you reprieve, letting his hands fall to your hips as you finally collapse against him, boneless and gasping for air. His arms wrap around you, equally spent as he presses a lazy affectionate kiss to your temple. 

“You’re insatiable,” he mutters, tone caught somewhere between fond exasperation and awe. 

You weakly laugh and your forehead rests against his shoulder as you try to catch your breath “And you love it.” 

“Yeah,” he murmurs in agreement, his hand lazily trailing up your sweat-slicked spine in a soothing caress as you both bask in the aftermath, tangled and entirely satiated. “I do.”

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OFF Valley, The Batter Headcanons:

• The Batter can't be found much around the town. He is mostly locked in his apartment. You can spot him however when he does his weekly grocery shopping to Le Zacharie, at The Church on Sundays, or in random areas on rare opportunities.

• He has a job at The Carnival.

• He's really hard to get close to, good luck finding his interests and gaining his trust! (Try a cup of black coffee.)

• The Batter, Zacharie, and Sugar were really close friends back then, hanging out often. Things changed, however, when The Batter settled down and had a family.

• The Batter wasn't the most responsible father and husband and soon got divorced.

• He's antagonistic, rude, and doesn't hold conversations long.

• He once went into a 'cafe' fight with Dedan, Japhet, and Enoch, and the 3 remember it like history. They also don't have good opinions on him.

• Dedan being his neighbor on the same floor always blasts the loudest music to spite The Batter.

• .̴̢̢͔̝̗̞̳̬̭̜͙͕͕̝͍͚̰̯̥͎̱̖̮͕͔͚͙̥͒̔̈́́̏͌̔̃̿̐̒̉̿̒́̈́̈͒́͒͗͊͌̀͗͘͘͝͠ͅ-̸̛͉̭̦̞͍͎̬̱͙̰͉̯̤̱̜̒̀̓̐͐͊̔̀́̌̈́̄͒̏͑͋̋̉͋̕̚͘̕͝͝.̷͔̣͈̈́̈́̓̆̕͝.̸̘̱̺̦͔̼̘͊́̓͛͐̀͒̂̀̌̃̆̓͜͠ ̵̨̢̧̫̹̮͔̖̼͈̱̩̳͍̫̱̖͖͕͔̭̭͎̰̱͌̀́͘-̷̡̝̲̙̠̼̲͖̟̜͎̑̍̽̽͝-̵̨͓͙̟̩̱͇̣͎̱̻̺̮͙̘̿̅̅̓̅̿̚-̶̢̥̹̬̝̺̫͇̲͍̪̫̿̒͐͋̆͑̂͂̿̊̏̑͗͒̄̏̓̌͛̽̄̍́̕͝ ̴̛͖̼̫͍̩̖̝̖̣͇͔̹̻̬̬͖̖̞̘̳̗̘̒̿͋̂̒̿̋̔̅̆̏̃͋̆̆̐̔͠͠͝ͅͅ.̶̧͉̻̠̯͓̭͉̱̝̳̲̰̹̼͔̳̬́̒͐́̐̾̓͊̑̓̐̚.̸̧̨̡̻̭͎̗̬̺͔̯̮̇̏̀̐̐̾̕͝.̶̤̝͓̙̀̄̋̾͐͠͝ ̶̛̻̔̔̍́̓̄̄̋̂̅̃̏͑́͆͋͝-̵̛̭͙̜̙̯͓̪̟͉̞͙̪̹͉͚̗̹͇͇̟̗̣͖͑̉̓̈́͗̎̓̀̆͌͂̓̈̏̐̍̔́͜͝͝