#waterlaw

[deputydaydreamer]

Does Law not like bread, or is he just gluten-intolerant.

[fanaticsnail]

Imagine trafalgar law putting his hat on his shy, vulnerable s/o that's riding him for the first time. Barely being able to take it and sobbing in both ecstacy and frustration, the size and situation in general being way too much to take. His s/o was very sensitive and shy in general so i guess hes getting a good show🤷‍♀️

Don't Be So Shy

Word Count: 1,428 (lol this was meant to be a lil drabble. Whoops.)

Masterlist here

Collab with @sordidmusings because I couldn't think of words. A saint, lady and a scholar.

Warnings: Afab!Reader, no plot, shy reader, Law is a little bit of a sub-leaning switch, smut, mdni

A whimper was pulled from within your throat as you shakily drew down your hand to circle the base of his shaft. You drew his length upwards, collecting the slick trail of arousal from between your legs and took your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Trafalgar D Water Law lay back, watching intently as his hands laced behind his head. He focussed his yellow-grey irises on you, jaw hanging slightly slack as his pupils blew with lust and desire. His hat was firmly attached to his head, hands cradling the cotton material within his palms. 

You slowly drew the tip of his throbbing cock against your entrance, your lips automatically parting at the contact as you began to take him in. Your eyes were clenched shut, wincing as you stretched to accommodate just the initial inch within your core. 

“I know you’re staring at me. S-Stop it,” you lightly reprimanded him, trying to sound firm but only able to whimper for him. A small chuckle erupted from within his throat, his body shifting beneath you as he leant up on his forearms. His torso elevated, prompting you to unintentionally take more of his length within your walls. You winced at the intrusion, mewling briefly as you adjusted to the further stretch. Law moaned at the sight of him pushing more arousal from you, enraptured as it dripped from you and down his shaft. He looked back up to the timid expression on your flushed face.

“If me seeking out your beautiful eyes while you ride me is such an issue for you-,” you felt the firm touch of material being thrust atop your head. The broad brim of the bill of his spotted hat covered your eyes, automatically bringing you comfort to hide your expressions from your lover between your thighs.

“-Although I do adore watching your face when you take me,” He cooed up at you, ghosting his hands over your breasts as he traced patterns into your sensitive flesh, “-I know how shy you get.” A warm envelopment of heat drew its way up to your cheeks, prompting you to elevate your hands to draw the brim of the hat down further atop your head to conceal more of yourself from Law. “Just think of this as practice for when you can look me in the eyes while I fuck you.”

A small frustrated sob fell from your lips as you splayed your hands over his tattooed chest, inching your way further down his girthy shaft. You felt every curve, every veiny ridge of his twitching, solid cock as he lay perfectly still for you to impale yourself with everything he had. 

As the hat concealed your eyes from his, Law allowed himself a small break of his stoic demeanor; expressing his lust over his own face. His brows contorted in a deep, focussed frown; his jaw clenching tightly with his whiskered chin protruding at every slow and calculated gyration you circled atop him. He stifled a growl from releasing within his throat, instead expressing his lust through his eyes rolling backwards into his skull. 

It was taking everything in him to contain himself, to withhold the urge to flip you and pin you against the bed and bring both yourself and him to climax at a hastened pace. His greatest joy of late was watching you unravel beneath him; your cries and whimpers serenading him with their melody as they graced his ears, and tempted him further and further from sanity. His cock twitched hard at the thought, rising a choked mewl in your throat as you finally took his impressive length fully into you. 

Your walls fluttered, strangling Law with your tightness as you adjusted. Feeling completely full with him within you; you tested a small circling sway of your hips against him. The curled hair above his shaft brushed your clit, causing another sobbed cry to release from your parted lips. Feeling more secure with his hat covering your eyes, you felt no need to withhold your movements and sensitive responses with your cries of pleasure.

Law was hypnotized. As statuesque as a victim falling before medusa, he continued to stare his glazed eyes up at you as you rode him. Each movement pulled a whimper and mewl from you as you thrusted, circled and ground yourself against him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, entranced by you chasing your ecstasy; using his body to seek out your own pleasure. 

Exhaustion began to overtake you in your chase, feeling overwhelmed with how your body adjusted to him and frustrated at his lack of movement below you. You panted and huffed as you continued to ride him, reaching blindly out to find Law’s wrists and claim them within your circular grasp. You pinned them above his head and blindly collapsed down onto him, breasts brushing against tattooed pectorals as you allowed a gasp to release from your parted lips. 

He opened his mouth, his words forming within his fraying mind but refused to depart from his throat and tongue for fear he’d break you away from your trance. As you pressed yourself down against him further, pinning his arms against the pillows and stabilizing yourself above him, he couldn’t help but allow a choked gasp to flee from his lips onto you. 

At that soft whisper of emotion, you halted your ride, releasing his left hand from your right and pulled his hat up to reveal your eyes to his while remaining fully sheathed atop him. As your eyes met, you tested a small rise of your hips and roughly sat back down atop him. His eyes widened, his breath hitching as you descended back with unbroken eye contact. He took his left hand and placed it on your hip, soothing over the flesh and massaging with his skilled, tattooed fingers. 

“Do you think-,” you began, your voice soft and apprehensive as your brows drew down in concentration, “-Can you move a little?” Law chuckled as you released his right wrist from your grasp and placed your left hand beside his head. 

“But you’re riding me so well,” he praised you, caressing your cheek briefly before mirroring his left hand by placing his right on your other hip. 

“Law,” you poured his name from your lips in a whined moan, feeling the coil begin to wind tighter within your abdomen. The tingle in your toes had already started to elevate up to your knees, your thighs shuddering as your soaking walls began to flutter and shudder against him. 

“Don’t ask me,” he groaned up at you, refusing to aid you both in chasing your highs. He wanted you to take charge. He needed you to direct him. He didn’t want to think, he didn’t want to assume. He wanted you to lead him.

“Law,” you stated more firmly, dragging yourself up to take just his glistening tip and holding it firmly within your entrance, “Move.”

At that firm direction, both of your bodies began to move in perfect synchrony. The slapping of hips meeting hips; the lewd sounds of your arousal sucking him into your walls, and the mutual cries of bliss had you both chasing the end. 

With Law’s hat firmly clutched to your head, and his hands dragging your hips up and down his lengthy shaft; the tunnel began to reveal it’s whitened bliss as the band wound ever tighter. The small and unrelenting bob of his cock within you, and the noisy calls of your stuttered name flew from Law’s lips as he shot ropes of his thick release within you. The sticky backsplash of his cum danced with your slick arousal as his staggered movements beneath you continued to spur you further on to find your own release. 

“Y-You feel s-so good like this,” He groaned into you, overstimulating himself while continuing to sing your praises up to you. At his voiced affirmations, you mewled and sobbed through your intense orgasm. Your walls squeezed and pulsed against his deflating shaft, pulling a feral groan from him as you cried his name. 

Law released your left hip from his right hand, drawing his inked digits to rest atop your hat-adorned head. This small gesture had a small flushed heat rise to tint your cheeks, alongside his.

“Don’t be so shy,” he huffed, a smile plastered against his lips. His hand stroked down from his hat to cradle your cheek; forcing your eyes to meet as he gestured up with his chin to your head, “It looks better on you.”

[loganwritesprobably]

First Meetings with.. (One Piece Edition)

Part two with Zoro, Robin and Luffy Part three with Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy Part four with Benn, Shanks and Smoker

A tumblr exclusive collection of little reader insert drabbles - these won't be going on my AO3, these are just for the feral people of this wonderful hellscape

Requests are open for x reader things! I will write basically ANY kind of reader - male, female, non-binary, gender neutral, trans, disabled, black, white, latino, asian, neurodivergent, etc

I'll probably do more over time but here's three to start with - Ace, Law and Sanji. Readers are all gender neutral, but for Sanji reader is fem presenting (so he would be nice)

"Well hey there gorgeous." A voice said behind you, startling you to the point of hitting your hand against the counter in front of you. You were just minding your business, attempting to buy some food for the week, when some random guy had appeared behind you. You had half a mind to turn around and give him a piece of your mind, when the shopkeeper's eyes widened, and whispered his name. Fire Fist Ace. The pirate. "Who do you think you are?" You asked, turning to face him with a scowl. You wouldn't attack him outright, but you were not happy with the look on his face (now that you could see it) and wouldn't let it go. "Your future boyfriend, hopefully." Ace replied, and you scoffed. You turned back to the shopkeeper and bought your groceries, before making to leave the store. Ace followed behind you closely, making no secret of the fact that he was there.

"Are you lost?" You snarked, rolling your eyes at Ace. He was persistent, you'd give him that. "Oh no, just hoping you'll look at me like that again. You're perfect." "You're disgusting." You grumbled, although you'd certainly never been called perfect before, and in another circumstance you wouldn't be mad about it. "Hey, now that's harsh." Ace replied, but he was laughing as he said it, clearly unphased by your displeasure being directed at him. You took off walking again, not walking toward your place since you didn't exactly want to lead him straight to it.

Ace, to his credit, continued to follow you and eventually began to just talk. He seemed to be able to talk forever, uncaring whether or not you were listening - though you were. He was a pirate, pretty high bounty, almost a warlord, he had a little brother who he was stupid proud of, and an even bigger family waiting for him back on his main ship. "While this is all very nice, are you going to leave me be any time soon?" You asked eventually, back on the main street of the town once again. "Are you going to tell me your name?" That was all? You told him your name, utterly exasperate it. "Well, gorgeous, you'll be seeing more of me soon." With that, he took off in the opposite direction of your home, with a swagger in his step, happy he'd gotten what he wanted. You kind of hoped that you would be seeing him again soon - you liked him, reluctantly.

You weren't even hurt that badly. The guys were gone, and you were managing to stumble home just fine. You had a first aid kit in the kitchen that would be able to patch you up, and then you could go to the doctor when you had the time and had gotten some sleep. It was too late to go see her now.

As you stumbled down the dark street, clutching walls for stability, a man began to approach you. "Fuck off! Not in the mood." You snarled, clutching the broken shard of glass you'd gotten in the fight, a strip of your shirt wrapped around it to protect your hand. "You're injured." The guy stated flatly, and then you'd hit a stalemate. "Duh?" You said, still brandishing the shard in your hand. "I can fix it. I'm a doctor. Don't have to drop the glass, but I'd prefer if you didn't stab me." The supposed doctor drawled. He seemed.. familiar. Something about him just sparked recognition in the back of your mind, and that put you a little on edge. "You're familiar - why?" You questioned, shuffling backward to get a little further away from him while you waited on his answer. "I'm Trafalgar Law. My bounty poster is on the wall you're clutching." The pirate doctor pointed out, nodding toward it. Well, that made sense. Surgeon of death you'd heard him called - so at least that meant he was a doctor right? "Alright. But one wrong move and you'll be needing your own medical care." You threatened, and Law just half nodded. He knelt down in front of you to look at your wound, then pulled some bandages from a pocket in his coat. He wrapped your leg, doing so in complete silence and without hesitation. When he was done, he stood again and grunted as he nodded.

"Should be fine now. It'll hurt to walk still, but less risk of infection." He summarised, stepping around you to continue in the direction he'd been going. "Wait! Why did you do that?" You asked, spinning quickly on your good leg. "You're cute." He said simply, a small smirk on his face. He lifted his hand, said a word you didn't hear, and then in a flash of blue light he was gone.

You'd bumped into him entirely by chance, and gotten talking. He was a nice guy, he was sweet if a little much when it came to women he saw. You didn't mind - you could see that his intentions were good, for the most part. He offered to pay for a drink for you, since you'd narrowly avoided colliding with him outside of a bar, and you'd accepted. He let you order what you wanted, and he paid, not even blinking. It was second nature to him. He was kind, and offered endless compliments that you withstood with a smile on your face - you weren't quite used to such a bombardment of affection.

He disappeared after an hour or so, but returned the next day. You'd tried to ask where he went, but he danced around the question and asked you on an official date. You'd had a nice enough time the day before, and so you agreed.

He took you to a restaurant, it was classier than you usually allowed yourself to go to with a modest amount of money, but it didn't seem to be any object for him. He told you that he wouldn't compromise on good food, and allowed you to order anything you'd like, with no concerns about how many beri it would set him back. It felt nice not to worry about it for once. You ordered starters, then mains, with drinks flowing easily between you, and then a dessert to share to end the experience. You'd been there for hours, but with the money that you'd spent, no waiter could argue.

The conversation between you was easy and light, he was enraptured by your every word, he couldn't help it. He looked at you as if you'd hung the very stars in the sky. "All I've done is talk. I know almost nothing about you." You said to him, and Sanji laughed awkwardly. "I suppose so. But I'm afraid there's not much to tell." He said, and just as you'd been about to argue, a woman with orange hair came bursting into the restaurant calling his name. You looked at him with wide eyes and stood quickly. "No! She's not-" Sanji said hurriedly. "How much of my money was spent on this date?" Nami demanded, fire in her eyes. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realise you were-" You attempted to say to the woman, hoping she wouldn't direct her frightening anger at you. "Oh you're gorgeous. Well played cook, didn't think you had it in you." She praised, and then bewildered confusion fell over you. "Oh Nami, your praise is a balm on my heart." You rolled your eyes and folded your arms, raising an expectant eyebrow as you stared at Sanji, waiting for an explanation. "I'm a pirate. She's our navigator, and.. treasurer I suppose." He explained, and you sighed. "So you're not staying." "I can't." Sanji agreed, with a sad smile and nod. "But we're not leaving for another few days. So have fun while you can." Nami said, giving you a wink and Sanji a firm punch before turning to leave the restaurant.

Fun. You could do that.

[thus-spoke-lo]

“Law. Stop staring at me.”

Law glanced down at you, wondering how in the world you could feel his gaze upon you despite the fact your eyes were closed. You always accused him of staring, of gazing a little too long, looking you over a little too intensely. And you were nearly always right, as you so often were with him, seeing right through him with a startling ease that both frightened and entranced him. You were entirely and unquestionably right that he could scarcely let you out of his sight, watching over you as though you may vanish if he looked away for too long.

“What are you talking about? I wasn't staring,” he lied into your soft skin, his lips pressed to your forehead in a gentle kiss. He inhaled the sweet scent of you, let you inundate his senses.

You snorted and gently shook your head. “Ohh-kay, sure you weren’t.”

“Oh hush, will you?” Law pulled you in closer to him and squeezed your shoulder playfully. God you looked so perfect lying there, slotted under his arm like the space was made for you, had only ever been intended just for you. You fit so seamlessly, like a puzzle piece he’d never searched for, one he knew belonged with him but assumed must have been left out of the box, never to be found no matter how hard he looked. And yet here you were beside him, your upper body pressed against his ribcage, heartbeats synced together like metronomes; your hand rested on his chest, fingers exploring the divots of his clavicles. He watched your hand moving languidly across his body as you traced his tattoos with your fingertips, making your own patterns across his chilled flesh.

His eyes started to drift shut, the soft feeling of your touch slowly coaxing him to sleep in the dim light of his room, but he forced himself awake, blinking hard over and over again to clear the graininess from his eyes. There would be no sleep for him if he could avoid it, no rest unless absolutely necessary.

He had to keep watch over you, he reminded himself, or else one day he would open his eyes and find that you’d been stolen from him, too.

[sashi-ya]

Trafalgar Law? No, I never heard of him. Have a nice day.

[mythsoil]

luffy vs giant bird (so far it’s tied evenly)

[maecaart]

Some One Piece commissions

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[ansarabi]

FEM LAWW

[notalent0]

trafalgar d waterlaw in my style

[enneproject]

Trafalgar D. Waterlaw, sketch✨

[deputydaydreamer]

Despite not knowing One Piece, My sister in law managed to make me a near perfect Law hat on accident 😭 So cute! So big!

[fanaticsnail]

Law Wants You

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 652 Drabble

Warnings: MDNI, Afab!reader, Dom Law, No plot, Smut, Law is in control.

I am still getting to know Trafalga D Water Law, but unfortunately @feral-artistry is still sick. Definitely needs the doctor to help her out. Had the ever stunning and beautiful @sordidmusings help me out by beta-reading (thank you bby). Apparently, this is a thing now. This is what I can do now. Gone from writing kisses and romance to whatever this thing is. Enjoy responsibly. First time writing for Law.

Minors, this is not for you.

Law wants you to lay back, be as still as you possibly can. He wants you to make no sounds, nor whisper of movement. He inserts his curled fingers into your needy hole, glistening with desire and weeping with want. The inked figures of ‘E’ and ‘A’ disappear slowly inside of you as he arches his fingers upwards to press against the sensitive underside of your clit, stimulating the top of it by blowing cold air against the sensitive bud. Watching the shudders he creates with such little stimuli brings his cold heart joy, knowing he’s truly the one pulling the subtlety in quivers from you.

When you writhe beneath him and feel like screaming, he presses his unused hand down on your lower abdomen, holding you in place as his yellow irises meet with your own. Shooting you a warning look, he removes his hat from his head and places it to his side of the bed, brings his hand back down onto your abdomen, and continues arching his fingers within your squelching entrance. Slowly, carefully to savor every moment you give into him. 

Grabbing the nearest source of material, you place it between your teeth to focus on the slightly salty flavor and the texture of the fabric rolling over your tongue, while he continues skillfully stimulating your throbbing clit and pumping into your needy hole. He wants to see your arousal pooling below you, glistening down your thighs and onto the mattress; coating the area with your slickened desire. 

He wants you to fully relax, to fully trust him. He wants to know exactly how your body works and what actions have your body responding to what he was giving you. He doesn’t want you to chase the feeling with crude gyrations, nor wanton mewls of pleasure. He wants it to creep up on you. He wants to coax it from you. He wants your toes to tingle, your saliva to pool in your throat. He wants to feel the flutters of your walls sucking him in when he finally meets your clit with his flattened tongue and swirling motions. He wants to taste you, to savor you, to enjoy the sweetness of your desire meeting his palate. He wants to watch you bite back your scream within the material as you attempt to remain as still as possible for him to enjoy the feeling. 

When the coil in the pit of your stomach has wound to its peak, he wants to feel the rhythmic thumps of your walls squeezing his fingers with your arousal gushing against his lips and coating his tongue with your juices. He wants you to completely trust him to guide your body into the largest and climactic orgasm of your life, watching intently as your eyes roll back into your skull and glaze over with glossy satisfaction. He wants to watch your jaw fall slack, your saliva falling from the corner of your lip as you release a silenced scream. The picks of tears at the corner of your eyes, the quiver of your lips as you concentrate on remaining still for him: he wants it all.

He wants you to involuntarily shake and shudder against his lips, suck in his fingers deeper within you. He wants to push down hard on your stomach to hold you in place as you hypnotically gyrate against his mouth to conclude your release. He wants your soft gasps, he wants that small whine in your voice. He wants you to whisper his name between your clenched teeth as you come down from your high.

But most of all, he wants your praise. He wants you to see his work demonstrated against his lips, tongue and whiskered chin as he looks up at you with a small smile. He wants you to tell him what a good job he’s done, despite the fact that he already absolutely knows.

[loganwritesprobably]

The Horrors

A little something something for @bloglop and her OC Mila once again

Word count: 2424

Tags/Warnings: Mila/Law, nightmares, hurt/smut, gag, rough sex, unprotected sex, half-shifted Mila, pre-negotiated somnophilia, overstimulation, breast worship, clothes destruction, praise and degradation, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, fingering, breeding, purity/innocence kink, cum stuffing, small pregnancy kink

He should feel guilty about it, Law was sure. His perfect girl lay beside him, trying to sleep, but her body trembled and soft whimpers escaped her slightly parted lips - clear signs of a nightmare - and all he could think about was how close they sounded to her pretty moans and how perfect her lips would look wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t guess what she was dreaming about for her to be so visibly distressed, there were a few options. Of course he wanted to comfort her, he wasn’t completely devoid of morals, but he knew from experience that it was difficult. She wouldn’t want to talk about it, and there was only so many times he could rub her back and promise that he was there for her - it wasn’t going to take it away and it wouldn’t even necessarily make her feel better, just soothe her enough for her to go back to sleep.

A thought popped into his head that made his cock stir in his underwear. They’d talked about a lot of things when it came to sex, discussed what seemed like endless kinks and outlined what was and wasn’t okay, what they wanted to try. Mila had expressed an interest in something that until that moment had never crossed Law’s mind, and now he may just have the chance to fulfil that fantasy for her. Somnophilia. He’d tried to push it aside at first, unwilling to do anything she couldn’t consent to, and that had led to a conversation about pre-negotiated things, and blanket consent, and other similar things. She’d consented ahead of time, and promised that she’d always use her safe word if she needed it - which meant if he wanted to slip between her pretty little thighs and press his thick cock inside her while she was writhing in his bed, he could. She’d told him he could, been eager about it even. 

Law moved slowly to avoid waking her up, pulling back the duvet that protected them from the cold that often set in on the tang as a result of being so far below the water’s surface, then shifted across the bed, each movement calculated and painstakingly slow. He spread her thighs with practised care and gentleness, never would he want to hurt or scare his little leveret. Each time she twitched he paused, hesitating to avoid waking her. It wouldn’t be as fun if she woke up before he could work her open. 

Slowly, Law lowered himself down and ran his tongue through her folds in an experimental lick, her tail twitching slightly the only sign that she was reacting to his ministrations. She was always so active, reactive to his every touch on her body, and to have her laying comparatively very still sent a rush through him. Law licked through her folds again, getting her wet for him, eager to press inside her. He pushed his tongue into her hole, gently easing her legs further apart for better access. He just needed her nice and wet so he could fuck her properly. Her fluffy toes twitched, and it took all of Law’s strength for him to pull back. He wanted to eat her out, he loved her taste, but that would be more fun to do once she was awake and he could hear her moan, feel her thighs tightening around his skull. 

But, pull back he did. Law tentatively wrapped his hands around her knees and lifted her legs, inch by inch, careful to move as slowly as he could so as to not wake her. He’d never known Mila to be a particularly deep sleeper so to think that she could sleep so deeply in his bed spoke to how much she trusted him, or how exhausted she’d been - maybe a mix of both. Law tugged his boxers down just enough to tuck the waistband beneath his balls, not wanting to have to get up entirely to take them off, revealing his throbbing cock. It’d been a while since they’d seen each other, and he needed her so fucking badly - if it would help her then that was a bonus.

He lined up with Mila’s hole, then pushed into her slowly, taking just one long agonising thrust to fill her, bottoming out with a soft groan. Mila’s nose and tail twitched, her whiskers flicking against her skin with the movement. Law’s patience ran out the moment he pressed his hips against Mila’s and he couldn’t resist pulling out and slamming back into her, eager to fuck her properly like she deserved. Mila’s eyes shot open and she moaned, sounding equally pleasured and confused. “‘S okay leveret, ‘m here,” Law murmured, continuing to thrust into her, “looked like you were havin’ a nightmare, thought I’d take your mind off it.” And Law’s words only succeeded in making Mila moan again, raising her arms to wrap around his neck, sharp claws digging into his back to ground her in the moment. She couldn’t manage any words to encourage him, but she could moan loudly, almost louder than she normally would, her inhibitions not yet having caught up to her after such a startling wakeup call.

“Gonna have to gag you if you can’t keep it down, sweet thing. Can’t be waking everyone else up.” Law gently chided, and Mila whined, her mouth obediently falling open. If she wanted to be gagged, then who was Law to deny her? In a spur of the moment act of impulsivity, Law reached down and tugged at her underwear - once, twice, three times - and they tore from her body with a loud ripping sound. He balled up the fabric and shoved it roughly into her mouth, cooing all the while. “So pretty. Wonder what your friends would think if they saw you like this, hm? Desperate for me the second you wake up.” Ignoring that Law was the reason for that. Mila whined softly against the gag, and with a smirk on his face Law continued his movements, slamming his hips into hers, eager to bring her pleasure. Nothing quite like an orgasm to make you forget why you were upset! 

In her still sleepy haze, it didn’t take long to make Mila cum, just Law’s thumb against her clit rubbing a few quick circles and she was coming undone on his cock, claws digging deeper into his back, foot thumping against Law’s ass as the feeling overwhelmed her. Law stopped then, for a moment, removing the gag so Mila’s jaw could relax and she could respond when he spoke to her. “You feeling okay? Seemed like you were having a nightmare.” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to Mila’s forehead while he waited for her to come down enough to respond. “Yeah, ‘m okay. Just wasn’t nice.” “You can still remember it? Clearly I didn’t do a very good job then.” He murmured, pressing his lips against Mila’s in a deep kiss, starting to thrust into her again, her pussy tighter following her orgasm. She drove him absolutely insane, and he’d do anything for her, which included fucking her over and over until she forgot why she’d ever been upset, even if staving off his own orgasm was incredibly difficult.

Law left one hand beside Mila’s head, holding him up while he fucked her, and the other he moved to her breast, taking her nipple and pinching it roughly, tugging at it and rolling it between his fingers to make her cry out. He stopped for just a moment to replace the gag, then continued playing with her nipple, eager to make her cum again. She’d have another two orgasms before she was allowed to go back to sleep if Law had anything to say about it. He kissed from her lips to her jaw, to her neck and down to her breasts, licking a nipple into his mouth to suck on it gently, the other nipple still pinched between his fingers, making her moan and writhe beneath him. He liked her best like this, moaning his name and unable to keep still, not still and silent. He loved the sounds she made and the way her perfect little body twitched and her back arched.

They’d been together for some time now, so Law knew her body well, to put it lightly. He knew just how to touch her to make her scream, which also meant he knew how sensitive she was after an orgasm and pushed her to a second one quickly, moaning lowly himself as her pussy clenched around him, almost making him cum as well. But this wasn’t about him, no it was about making his pretty little leveret feel good.

While she was still sensitive, Law pulled out, basking in the way she whined and clenched down on him, eager to keep him close and inside her. He quickly moved downward and shoved his face back between her legs, licking her throbbing clit to make her scream against the gag in her mouth. She was already overstimulated, but he wasn’t going to let her go just yet, he had a mission. He wanted to taste her properly, not just the leftovers from the two she’d already had. He pressed two fingers inside her with ease, tongue circling her clit, already more than familiar with just how to please his girl. His fingers curled inside her, pressing up against her g-spot as he pressed his lips against her clit to suckle at it. 

Law felt the telltale sign of Mila’s fluffy foot thumping against his shoulder blades, and her thighs tightening around his head. He pulled away for just a second to hiss in pain, the claws on her feet catching against the cuts she’d previously left on his back, but he ignored that. That was an issue for after he was done. 

He pushed a third finger inside her, and it wasn’t quite the stretch that he knew she got from his dick but it was close without the pain of adding a fourth, and continued his pursuit. He needed her to cum just as much as she did, eager for her pain-pleasure, for the way she sobbed above him and cried his name against the gag, so loud that even though she was muffled he didn’t doubt other people could hear them. He felt more than saw as her back arched, heels digging into his shoulders, and finally she came for him, coating his tongue. He lapped at her eagerly, desperate to taste her, more than he was for his own orgasm. It didn’t matter really, as long as his girl was taken care of.

Reluctantly, Law pulled away when Mila’s soft whines turned to ones of pain, her twitching more violent. He dropped onto the bed to lay beside her, pulling his girl into his arms to hold her, allowing her time to recover before he tried to speak to her. If he’d done his job, she wouldn’t speak at all, just drift back to sleep. There was a long moment where he was sure he’d succeeded, until Mila murmured a sleepy, “what about you?” that had Law swooning. “Don’t worry about me, I just wanted to make you feel good.” He assured her with a quick kiss pressed to her head. “You can.. Use me. While ‘m sleepin, if you want.” She mumbled, words half slurred as she yawned and fought off sleep. “I might just do that. For now, sleep.” He told her, his still-hard dick throbbing against her thigh, eager for his own release. He waited a few minutes to make sure she was truly asleep, not wanting to wake her again when she clearly needed the sleep. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take her up on her offer.

Once she was out, Law gently lifted her leg to wrap around his waist and lined himself up with her pretty hole, gently easing himself inside her so he wouldn’t blow his load immediately. He was so pent up after their time apart and fucking her like he had without any relief of his own, but he managed. He spent a moment just enjoying the feeling of being inside her, basking in the pleasure and the forbidden nature of what he was doing - given permission or not, she was asleep. This time it was different from before because he’d been intending on waking her, but now he was going to breed her while she slept, and he had a special surprise for her when she woke. 

Law started slowly, easing himself in and out of her gently, borderline reverent. Her body was perfect, and he didn’t worship it nearly enough - to think he was allowed to dirty her heavenly body with his seed, it was nothing less than the highest honour. However, his patience had long since run out, and now presented with the chance and permission to breed his girl properly like she deserved. He couldn’t continue with his agonisingly slow pace, quickly turning to quick but shallow thrusts, chasing his orgasm without restraint. It took no time at all, having been teetering on the edge of his orgasm more than once, and with a final thrust his hips pressed up against Mila’s and he filled her with his cum. He buried his head into her neck, breathing in deeply to take in her scent, his balls emptying inside her warm hole. He was sure he came more in that moment than he ever had before, and the thought that he should do this more often briefly crossed his mind before he got to work.

Law lowered Mila down to the mattress slowly, shuffling a pillow beneath her hips to angle them upward, then stood. He found a pair of her underwear in one of his drawers, and a panty liner in the bathroom. He added the panty liner to her underwear then eased them up her legs. With that done to help minimise mess, he found the diva cup she used for her periods whenever she stayed, and returned once again to her sleeping body. After the way he’d fucked her it didn’t take much to ease the silicone inside her, catching all the cum he’d left inside her, preventing anything from leaking out.

After all, she wouldn’t very well end up carrying his baby if he was so careless as to let any of his seed leak. Then, in the morning, he’d breed her again to make sure it takes.

Tags: @claryeverlarkf @uselessboots @cainnoable

[thus-spoke-lo]

Pain Management // Trafalgar Law x afab!reader // NSFW/18+

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Chapter 2: Recommended Course of Treatment

Chapter Summary: You return to Law’s exam room to begin your treatment for your chronic pain; you were unprepared, however, for Law’s twisted idea of physical therapy.

Chapter CW: afab!reader [no pronouns used]; gendered pet name ["good girl"]; extremely dubious consent; emotional and sexual coercion/manipulation; praise kink; abuse of authority [doctor/patient and captain/subordinate]; vaginal fingering

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“So what kind of treatment is this going to be?” You swung your legs absentmindedly as you sat on Law’s exam table for the second day in a row. The room smelled of rubbing alcohol, just enough to turn your stomach, kicking up just the slightest bit of acid in your already churning guts. “Like physical therapy to get me stronger or something? Support my core better or whatever?”

“Not precisely, but you’re not far off.” He stood against the counter, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest. “We’re going to focus on releasing muscle tension, and retraining your brain to release the right kind of chemicals that will help alleviate the pain more naturally. Sound reasonable?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. It certainly sounded like a lot of words to describe physical therapy, something you had done enough times that you could almost predict the routine—learn a few new stretches, modify a few old ones, maybe do some light strength training, and you’d be assured that your core would be better equipped to support your broken organs in no time.

“Now, I’d like you to take off your clothes.” He brusquely handed you a gown and a flimsy paper blanket, then returned to the counter, turning his back towards you.

“Uh, for what?” Physical therapy had never required full nudity before, at least not any kind that you could recall.

“So we can begin treatment,” he said flatly, without glancing at you.

You fiddled with the scratchy fabric, stalling as long as you could reasonably manage before asking, “Captain, what kind of treatment is this, exactly?”

“You’ll understand in a moment. Just remove your clothes, please.”

You stared at the back of his head a moment longer, trying to glean anything you could from his movements, but came up short—his lean frame kept still as he waited for you to undress, his palms flat on the counter, his breathing even and measured.

“You know, I meant to ask you yesterday,” Law started, drawing out his words, still staring ahead at the cabinets on the wall, “how long has it been since you were sexually active?”

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked, your voice muffled by the sweatshirt pulled half over your head.

“It’s a standard question to ask when doing gynecological exams.” His tone was measured, the words sounding almost rehearsed. “Sexual history is important to know for a number of reasons.”

“Uhh, I don’t know. Quite a while.” You sorted through your memories as you unzipped your pants, not being able to distinctly recall exactly when it was that you’d last had sex, cobbling together vague recollections of bodies tangled in sheets, probably fueled by alcohol and too much emptiness.

“Would you say it was before joining the Strawhats?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Interesting.” You could have sworn he almost sounded pleased by your answer, could almost hear just the slightest upturn of his mouth into a smile. “I’m surprised, no romances aboard the Sunny?”

“Nope, not a one.”

Not that you hadn’t thought about it, or had the opportunity—there was that one time that Usopp got a little handsy with you as you meandered back to the ship together after a night of revelry at some tiny tavern in the middle of nowhere, the arm around your shoulder slowly drifting down your back, finally landing even lower to cup one of your ass cheeks; he snickered to himself how much you jiggled in his hand with every step before you pushed him away and into a nearby bush. And there was Sanji—perverted, persistent Sanji—who would have probably cut off one of his limbs if it meant having even the most remote chance to spend a night between your legs, devoting himself to your pleasure. But despite whatever longing may have been felt between you and any one of your shipmates from time to time, you knew the risk was too great for heartache and turmoil and chaos if you’d given into your basest desires—you loved them all too much to ruin everything just for a little bit of satisfaction.

You finished undressing and set your heap of clothes on the chair across from you, carefully enrobing yourself in the thin cotton gown, covering your lap with the stiff paper blanket. “You can turn around now.”

“Good.” He turned towards the exam table and pulled the stirrups up from underneath it, locking them into place. “Now lay back for me.”

You laid flat on the table, the paper beneath you making an unholy crumpling noise as you adjusted your position; you placed your feet up in the stirrups and your knees instinctively drifted together. You tried to steady your breathing, at least enough to discourage your heart from thrumming so hard it made you feel sick, and to keep yourself from succumbing to the lure of hyperventilation. The stillness in the air was cut by the snap of gloves being put on and the squeak of the wheeled stool being scooted across the floor; you shuddered at the vibration of it bumping against the bottom of the exam table.

“What did I tell you yesterday?” Law chuckled quietly as he placed a gloved hand on your knee. “You have to open your legs for me.”

“Sorry, I’m just nervous.” You inhaled to the to the count of five and exhaled to the count of ten as you relaxed your muscles and let your thighs separate, feeling the stiff paper blanket start to slide away from your knees.

“Don’t be nervous.” His latex-covered palm slid down your calf, coming to rest on your ankle. “I just want to help you feel better. Understand?”

“I understand.” You nodded solemnly, knowing he likely couldn’t see it anyway.

His long fingers wrapped around your ankle and squeezed it gently. “Do you trust me?”

“Should I?”

“Tch, I’d hope so. I am your captain after all.”

You shut your eyes and pushed every bit of air out of your lungs. “I trust you.”

“Good to hear. I’m going to put my fingers inside you now, is that okay?”

“Yep.” What choice did you have but to comply at this point, with your captain slotted between your legs, eye-level with your groin, his large hands already moving towards your vulva?

Law cleared his throat as you felt fingertips gliding up and down your labia, as though he was mapping out the folds and creases of your body, then a gentle tugging sensation as he pulled them apart. “You’re well-lubricated already. That’s certainly helpful.”

Goddamit, you thought, a mortified heat spreading across your cheeks. The one time I wish I wasn’t wet…

He slowly inserted one finger, pumping it in and out a few times before muttering, “You can take more than that,” and adding a second.

“W-what are you—” you sputtered as you found yourself reflexively clenching around him, a delicate heat radiating outwards from your core.

“This is part of your treatment,” he assured you as his long fingers slowly moved in and out of you. “Just relax.”

How many times had you fantasized about being alone with him, his deft hands finding their way to the heat between your thighs? How often had you thought about watching the tattooed letters on his fingers disappear inside your drooling cunt? But this, this was wrong—you knew this was utterly, completely, totally wrong, even if your body seemed to react otherwise, and a sick voice in your head whispered that perhaps this is what you’d wanted anyway, that this what you hoped to gain from this venture all along.

“This, ah–doesn’t feel like treatment.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt yourself pulsate around him, his gloved fingers smooth and warm against your slick, wet walls.

He paused his ministrations, leaving his long fingers half-inserted, and set his free hand on your thigh. “So what exactly did you expect?”

“I don’t know.” You found yourself empty-headed and resisting a warped urge to press down against his palm while he held it still, to rock yourself against it and fuck yourself a little on his fist. “Maybe—maybe some sort of probe with heat therapy or something? I don’t know. Just…not this.”

He gently moved his fingers inside of you, scissoring them to stretch you apart, almost as if he was testing your tolerance. “You know, there was a time, many years ago, when stimulation like this is how doctors used to treat people in your situation. Orgasms were frequently used as a treatment for a number of illnesses, like hysteria.”

“Well I’m not exactly hysterical,” you mumbled, the last syllable of your sentence catching on your tongue as a soft moan fought to escape your lips.

“No, of course not.” He rotated his fingers inside you. “But you are in pain, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah,” you responded feebly, almost a whimper.

“And you came to me looking for help?” He drew his hand away from you bit by bit and probed at your entrance just slightly as you quivered around him.

“Yeah...” You trailed off, your thoughts starting to disappear into the thick fog that settled in your mind.

“So then you need me to treat you, don’t you?” You could picture the smirk on his face, clear as ever in your mind.

“I mean, yes but—”

“But what? Don’t you trust me?” Law cooed, stroking your inner thigh with his thumb. “As your doctor, I wouldn’t do anything to you that isn’t completely necessary. This isn’t any different than if you had a broken arm or a cut on your hand and you asked me to fix you up.”

You bit your lip, briefly opening your eyes to stare up at the bright florescent light above you. “I trust you, Captain.”

“Good.” He thrust back into you hard, plunging deep until his knuckles were pressed against your cunt and you felt your wetness leak onto his gloved hand. “And just to be clear, when we’re doing treatments, I’d prefer you call me ‘doctor.’”

“Yes, Doctor.” Doctor. The word sounded so lewd somehow, the way it came out wrapped up in a sigh.

“That’s better.”

He hooked his fingers upwards and pressed on a tender, spongy spot; you let out gasp as a warm wave of pleasure gently washed over you.

“Very responsive.” He ran his fingertips over it again and again, sparks of pleasure ricocheting through your body with every touch. “Tell me how that feels.”

“Feels—feels nice,” you admitted through a quiet whimper.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he purred. “Such a good girl.”

Before you could catch yourself, a depraved moan tumbled out of you at his words of praise, and you felt a cascade of slick leak out of you and onto his hand.

“Oh, you like that, hm?” It was sickening—you could almost hear the twisted grin that must have been spreading across his smug face. “You like being told you’re a good girl?”

“Cap—Doctor, please,” you keened, your walls clenching around him, your hands grasping the sides of the table for stability. “Don’t.”

“It’s okay for you to enjoy this.” His fingers probed you deeper, his pace quickening. You could feel your slick starting to spread outwards, sticky warmth on your inner thighs. “Just because I’m treating you doesn’t mean you can’t like it. The whole idea is for you to get some relief.”

The room echoed with the obscene sounds of your saturated cunt, Law’s gloved fingers driving into you over and over again, pulling pleasure out of you from the depths of your core. You could feel yourself getting tenser and tenser as he stroked your pulsating walls, your muscles feeling like piano wire wound too tightly, but found yourself never quite approaching the edge, never quite nearing that moment of release that you found yourself chasing.

“I-I don’t think I can,” you eventually mumbled, almost more to yourself than to him.

“No?” He slowed his movements, torturing your greedy cunt with agonizingly languid thrusts. “Is it not feeling good anymore?”

“No, it f-feels good.” Your hips still moved against him, even as you stumbled over the words you didn’t want to say. “I—I can’t usually finish from just that.”

“Just what?”

“Doctor, please.” A deluge of embarrassment started to overtake you. “Don’t make me say it.”

“I can’t help you if you won’t tell me,” he taunted. “Use your words.”

“I can’t finish from penetration,” you sputtered, adding quietly, “I usually have to touch my clit.”

“Ah, I see.” There was that wicked grin—you could hear it in every syllable. “That’s all you had to say.”

As his fingers continued to plunge into your slippery softness, you felt his other hand slide down your thigh and come to rest on your mound, feeling his latex-covered fingertips brushing against your pubic hair. He lowered his thumb down to the top of your slit, felt him pull your lips apart, and heard a low gasp emanate from him.

“You’re so swollen here.” Law’s voice was low, a throaty rumble, tinged with perversion. “I bet you must ache, hm?”

“Fuck,” you whined, increasingly unabashed in your desperation for release, “it aches so much.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you now,” Law whispered, his words caressing you. “I’ll make you feel so much better.”

And you believed him, you believed in every sordid word that snaked past his lips. He placed the pad of his thumb on your tender bundle of nerves, and started making firm circles over it; a breathless gasp caught in your throat as your hips pressed up into the pleasure. Tension crept up your legs, through your thighs and your abdomen, as he danced over your throbbing clit until the feeling was almost unbearable, your moment of release nearing closer and closer with every touch and every stroke of his nimble fingers.

“I think—I think I’m getting close,” you mewled, practically wheezing, alternating between holding your breath and gasping for air. “Please don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“As if I could,” he exhaled, as he delved deeper into you, your dripping cunt pulsing and contracting with every gesture.

“Oh shit, shit.” The way he expertly manipulated you, in body and mind, had you teetering on the precipice of release, writhing on the table with his every caress; there was no other choice, no other way out, but to give yourself freely over to the depraved delight that consumed you. Your legs began to tremble in the metal stirrups, your muscles barely holding on as everything inside you tightened and tightened until it was almost excruciating. “I’m gonna—gonna—”

“That’s it, breathe through it for me,” Law panted, the heat of his breath burning on your thighs. “Cum for me. Cum on my fingers like a good girl.”

It came on slow, a pleasant heat spreading through your lower body, your hips greedily rolling in time with his continued thrusts—then, a sudden blinding pleasure hit you like a shockwave, and you convulsed into a chain of spasms, your hips bucking uselessly at nothing, your drenched walls pulsating around his lithe fingers. You quickly threw your hand up to your face, clamping it over your nose and mouth to stifle the strangled sobs that came forth as you rode out the waves of release on his tireless hands.

Your lungs burned as you gulped for air in shallow pants. You opened your eyes, only now realizing how tightly you’d had them clenched shut, tears slowly trickling down the sides of your face onto the crinkled paper underneath you. An urgent and inescapable impulse to run ran through every nerve, a violent need to escape before you could be perceived in this moment of absolute vulnerability. You squirmed in place and tried to lift your quivering legs out of the stirrups, but a strong hand on each calf held you in place.

“Just wait,” Law said, “let me clean you up first.”

The desire to elope still spread like ice-water in your veins, but forced yourself to stay still, knowing that even if you could manage to wrench yourself out of the stirrups, you’d be risking a tumble to the floor. Instead, you laid there motionless as a damp, warm cloth hit your skin. Law carefully, almost tenderly wiped down your thighs, taking his time as he cleaned the copious amounts of slick off your still-fluttering cunt, lingering just a little longer on your sensitive clit than was probably necessary.

“There you go,” he said, giving your thigh a squeeze as he stood up from between your legs and dropped the towel on the floor. You sat up on your elbows and watched him remove his gloves, and as he turned to walk towards the sink and wash his hands, you would swear later as your replayed every millisecond of the afternoon over and over again in your mind, that you saw the vague outline of a bulge in the front of his jeans. It had to be your imagination, you told yourself, wishful thinking from your tired, lust-addled brain—he promised this was strictly business as usual, after all, no different than him dressing a wound or setting a broken leg.

He stayed there, standing at the counter, gesturing towards the other side of the room. “Go ahead and dress.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter much if you see anything, does it?” you chuckled weakly as you swung your shaking legs over the side of the table and stood up, stumbling forward a bit.

“I’m still a professional.” You wondered if he actually believed that right now.

Once you announced that you were clothed, he turned to face you, and leaned back against the counter. “How do you feel now?”

“Better,” you said sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

“Still any pain?”

“A little. Like a dull pain right here.” You motioned to the lower left of your abdomen.

“Well, we’ll need to get rid of that,” he responded. “The more we can keep you from getting too tense, and the more we can encourage your brain to pump you full of nice chemicals, the better you should feel.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You started to back away, trying to reach the door without further incident. “Thanks for this. All very helpful.”

“Now listen.” He took a few steps towards you, his long figure looming over you more and more. “I want you to come back every week for treatment.”

You stopped. “Every week?”

“I told you I wanted to leave surgical intervention as a last resort,” he explained, hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of his trousers. “If this helped, then we need to have a consistent treatment plan. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You glanced around the room, trying to avoid him, but there was no point; he was all-consuming now, everything in that brightly-lit space felt like it was a piece of him. Everything that came in contact with you—the table, the crinkled paper, the stiff fabric of the gown—all an extension of Law. “I mean yeah, I guess so.”

“Good. We’ll keep it just between us, of course—doctor-patient confidentiality.”

“Of course. I’ll be back next week, then, I guess. Thanks again.” You turned and placed one hand on the door, trying to hurry out before he could add anything else.

“Wait.” He placed a hand on your upper arm, long fingers gripping you. “I have some instructions for you to follow until your next appointment.”

You turned and looked up at him, swallowing thickly, wondering what else he could possibly suggest to debase you any further. “And what’s that?”

“I want you to replicate this treatment every day, at least once. More if you have time.”

You blinked, and a nervous laugh sputtered out of you. “Are you—are you giving me a prescription to masturbate?”

“I suppose you could call it that,” he grinned, his dark eyes fixed on you, hand still firmly grasping your above your elbow. “But don’t you want to work on reducing your pain?”

It was true—you wanted the pain to stop. You wanted to be able to do your work around the submarine without worrying about suddenly being incapacitated; even if those episodes were only momentary, they still kept you from feeling like you could contribute consistently. More than anything, you wanted to return home to the Strawhats feeling like you could be useful again.

“I do want to be in less pain.” At this juncture, there was little you could do but agree.

“Then you’ll follow your doctor’s orders.” His fingers slid down your arm, briefly tracing the contours of your wrist before he pulled away. “I want you to be free from pain, and this is how we’re going to make it happen.”

A small “thank you” left your lips as you pushed open the metal door and hurried out of the room. You carefully shambled back to your room on boneless legs, and you leaned against the smooth metal walls to support your body, sliding along as you wandered down the seemingly never-ending hallway. You wondered if anyone else could tell what had happened as you passed them–if they could smell the shame on you, sense whatever guilt was surely emanating from your pores.

Once you were closed safely in your room, you collapsed into your bed and wound yourself up tightly in the covers, gripping a pillow to your achy chest, curling yourself inwards. Nausea began to settle in, and there was a pressure behind your eyes where tears wanted to flow, but couldn’t; this was no time for crying, only quiet reflection on every minor decision that led you to here, led you to that exam table, weak and desperate for relief.

As you laid there bundled in softness, existing somewhere in the void between consciousness and sleep, you weren’t sure what was making you feel worse: the fact that Law managed to sweet-talk you into degrading you with his fingers under the pretense of medical treatment—or the fact that you were yearning for more.

[ogprettyprincess]

𝟅𝟈 some of my dr's ! welcoming potential mootties, lets chat <3 | last updated: 170824 12:07pm

✰ anime

⚘ one piece , (1st) genevieve e. blue , 17 , s/o: trafalgar d. waterlaw , trope: captain/crewmate -> lovers (slow burn) , devil fruit: (kūki kūki fruit)air manipulation / (2nd) alira andilet , 18 , s/o: blackleg sanji , trope: crewmates -> lovers (slow burn) , devil fruit: (dangan dangan fruit) bullet manipulation

⟡ blue lock , satoru jena , 17 , s/o: micheal kaiser (slow burn) , family: gojo, geto (parents) + 4 siblings, team: blue locks eleven

𖦹 mha , gojo satori (yes) , 18 , s/o: bakugou katsuki , trope: strangers -> pining -> lovers (slow burn) , hero name: arachne , power: spider , family: satosugu & their 4 kids

⊰ jjk , taira kazuha , 19 , s/o: nanami kento , trope: mentor -> friends -> lovers , technique: string & invisibility manipulation , domain expansion: illusion of fear & desire , family: ren & kyoto taira (parents) kenji taira (brother)

꧞ haikyuu , ukai kananami , 15 , s/o: tsukishima kei , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers , family: kaito & ben ukai (parents) ukai keishin (brother) , team: karasuno boys volleyball

␥ aot , geneviève ackerman , 15 , s/o: jean kirstien , trope: strangers -> enemies -> friends -> lovers , family: charlotte & oliver ackerman (parents) levi ackerman (uncle) , humanity's second strongest soldier :P , role: the savoir

⊞ atla , aoki kazuha , 16 , s/o: un-named oc , trope: strangers -> lovers , family: aki & rolan aoki (parents) kian & kano (brothers) , element: all , main: air, avatar of 3000 (?)

✰ shows

❀ obx , geneviève lambert , 17 , s/o: rafe cameron (not psycho) , trope: childhood friends -> "enemies" -> friends -> lovers , family: lyla lambert (mom) logan westwood (step dad) , role: man in the middle

⪩ twd , charlotte grimes , 21 , s/o: daryl dixon (32) , trope: strangers -> lovers , family: oliver & evie grimes (dad & mom) rick grimes (uncle turned dad) carl grimes (cousin turned brother) judith (cousin turned sister) , main weapon: dual blades

✵ bcd (/behind closed doors ; original reality) , katara brown , 18 , s/o: nakamoto arito (oc) , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers (slow burn) , occupation: assassin in training , role: the finalist

✰ games

✶ genshin impact , (1st) princess enver le'mistral , 21 , s/o: kaedehara kazuha (?) , trope: strangers -> playful enemies -> lovers , vison: anemo , home: sky city (og) + fontaine , family: nalani & alain le'mistral (parents) navida le'mistral (aunt) , position: champion dualist / (2nd) tashita jinx - [under construction]

✰ other

✦ youtuber , (1st) geneviève eden silvestrè , 18 , s/o: matt sturniolo , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers , family: evangeline & antonio silvestrè (parents) leo + angelina + dom (brothers & sister) / (2nd) imani eden monroe , 21 , s/o: berlin edmond , family: nilani monroe (mom) angelica & clementine (sisters)

◎ footballer , violet dupont , 21 , s/o: elisa de almeida , trope: teammates -> lovers , family: jamais dupont (dad) claude & blaise dupont (brothers) , team: psg feminines + women's french national

☆ actress , (1st) violette eden irl last name , 20 , s/o: drew starkey , trope: costars -> lovers , family: leila (mom) anastasia & june (sisters) , main roles: charlotte in obx + edith in despicable me + peyton in the game plan / (2nd) valerie eden auclair - [under construction]

𐙚 kpop , (1st) jenevieve eden levesque , 19 , s/o: christopher bang , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers , year: 2020 , family: nilani levesque (mom) leo + angelina + dontai + alias + charlotte monroe (siblings :3) , groups: nct, nct 127, nct x / (2nd) - [under construction]

ᡣ𐭩 teen fame , genevieve eden morgan , 14 , s/o: elisa de almeida (15) , trope: friends -> lovers , family: jeffery dean morgan (dad) , main rolls - [under construction]

一 that's all ! if you have any same / similar dr's feel free to talk about them or dm me so we can !! (i desperately need to see satosugu happy if you can't tell)

❥ i didn't mention my waiting room cause that'll be another post, but it's basically a city shifting hub / giant waiting room for shifters from all different realities ! lemmie know if you wanna hear about it :)

[melkyt]

Lol our fave Trafalgar D. Waterlaw would wear this, prove me wrong ~you can't~ xd

on the polar tang, wandering around in a collection of hoodies like this as he tends to get cold, and nobody ever believes his crew that this is what he wears lolol