thatoneoldguy

[thatoneoldguy]

say please!

summary: you're a burlesque dancer and you spot sanji in the crowd

cw: where do i start... fem reader, sub sanji, cursing, smoking, you step on him, choking, slapping, nipple play, pussy eating, vaginal penetration

note: i'm sorry im so inconsistent on here! it's hard with school and work, but im glad i could post something that i really enjoy!'

word count: 3.4k

mdni 18+

cigarette smoke clouds the dingy locker room, the clouds circling around you and evaporating into the hot sticky air. you roll the fabric of your black fishnets into your hands, before pulling them up the expanse of your leg. the once exhilarating feeling of getting ready for a show has turned into a mundane routine. every saturday you sit in the same spot at your little vanity, placing hot rollers into your hair, intricately lining your eyelids and lips, all whilst swaying your head to the muffled jazz music playing in the background.

you enjoyed being a burlesque dancer, the glitz the glamor of it all is intoxicating. the extravagancy of the hair, the makeup, and the outfits makes you feel alive. the hot gazes of pathetic men as you dance your routines make you feel untouchable. and untouchable you are, because no matter how many men wait outside for you after shows or offer you a drink after a routine, you always politely decline. you do, however enjoy teasing them, you love the looks on their faces as you sway your hips, their jaws slacking when you remove items of clothing, its exhilarating, and quite honestly turns you on.

“y/n, 5 minutes to showtime!” you hear a voice call out to you as you buckle on your heels, standing to stare yourself in the mirror. you smile as you’re quite pleased with your appearance tonight. hair perfectly curled in a vintage curl pattern, your lips tightly lined and filled in a ruby red to match your sparkling red corset and panties. you slip your matching feathery robe over your body, following with your black silk gloves. you pin a large feather into your hair, before grabbing your fans and shuffling backstage.

cheers and whistles are heard over the band as one of your coworkers finishes up a routine. she looks amazing as she smiles to the crowd as she blows a kiss, exiting stage left. you clap along the audience, cheering for your fellow dancer, before your announcement starts. you strut onto the stage, the lights illuminating you and causing your skin to heat up. the crowd erupts in applause before the band starts to play.

you start with your back turned to the audience, swaying your hips to the music before twirling around. you smile to the crowd, slowly covering your fans over your body. your eyes scan over the audience as you pulse your fans. you see some regulars, eyes locked on your figure as they sip their scotch. some new faces appear as well, a group of men sitting in the right corner, faces heating up at the very sight of you, but your eyes lock on one person. dead center a man sits at a table alone, his legs are crossed as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. you mentally decide to nickname him blondie as his golden locks cover one side of his face. from the side you can make out, he’s quite handsome with defined features. his jawline is well accentuated although you can tell he’s tightly clenching his teeth together. he’s dressed in a suit, the maroon jacket thrown over the back of the chair leaving him in a black button down and white tie. his sleeves are rolled up past his black gloves revealing his forearms to you. he wears matching maroon pants and black dress shoes. good thing for you, you’re a sucker for a well dressed man.

you tear your eyes away, deciding to pick on him a bit later. continuing your routine, you twirl your fans around your body, the air whirling around you somewhat cooling you, relieving the burn of the harsh stage lights. you drop your fans, latching your fingers to the first glove, pulling it off ever so slowly before discarding it behind you. you latch your teeth to the next one, unconsciously locking eyes with the blonde as you tug it off seductively. a light blush coats his face as you twirl the glove and toss it.

you walk downstage, wrapping your hands around the tie of your robe, before undoing the knot, shimmying the fabric off your body, letting it pool around your feet. whistles and cheers erupt as you turn around, strutting back towards center stage and bending over, giving the audience access to marvel at your ass.

nothing in the world could compare to the feeling you get on stage, its a high like no other. you love the feeling of having men absolutely lust after you as you dance and strip for them. you love the way their hungry eyes watch your every move. tonight you were most excited to have blondie’s eyes on you. you feel his burning gaze on your backside as you lift your body back up, turning to face the audience one again.

you point a finger out, beckoning for the newcomer to approach you. his eyes widen in disbelief, looking around him to make sure he’s the target. he lifts himself off the chair, walking nervously towards you. you bend down on the balls of your toes as he comes closer. grabbing him by the tie as you pull him on stage. you can hear the grumbles from the audience as they wish they were so lucky to be in his shoes.

a chair is pushed on stage. devilishly smirking you drag him over to it, before pushing him down to sit. he looks absolutely astonished, his pupils blown and face beat red as he adjusts his tie, adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to gain composure. you turn around, arching your back to give him access to your corset, ass dangerously close to sitting on his lap. he gets the idea, swiftly biting his gloves off before reaching his shaky hands to loosen your corset. you smirk as it drops to the ground. turning first towards the audience as they marvel at your almost bare chest. you grin ear to ear as you shimmy, your nipple tassels shaking along with your breasts.

you turn back towards blondie, who looks as he’s about to cum in his pants. you settle yourself over his lap, before taking a seat. your eyes widen as you can feel a bulge through his pants. you’d be lying if this scenario didn’t turn you on as well. it’s not so often you get to tease an audience member as attractive as this one. paired with his fluster, you couldn’t be more excited as you ground your hips on him, pressing your chest towards his face. his breath hitches in his throat as his hands tense at his sides. the loud music coming to it’s climax behind you so you turn around, bending down in front of him, and ghosting your ass over his lap. you can tell he’s enjoying this, the sound of his groan audible to only you.

you lean back in his lap, bringing your back to his chest and grabbing his tie once again. you roll your hips rhythmically, bringing your lips to his ear. “what’s your name blondie,” you half yell half whisper, tugging his tie so he can hear you. “sanji,” he breathes out, almost stuttering over his own name. “hmm,” you respond, knowing you need to cut the conversation short to finish your routine. “meet me at the back door when the show ends.” you let him go grabbing his hand and directing him off stage before grabbing your fans of the stage, and finishing up.

the choreography almost slips your mind as arousal takes it’s place. you go through the motions as you wave your fans around once again, shimmying and twirling. once the music ends you hold your fans up high, smiling as the audience applauds your routine. you wink at mr. blondie before shuffling off stage, being greeted with a bottle of water by one of your coworkers.

you make sure to thank everybody’s praise, high-fiving the next dancers, before pushing the dressing room door open. “quite the show,” you hear a voice from beside you. you snap your head in the direction of your friend and fellow dancer, nami. “jesus you scared me,” you laugh as you unbuckle your heels kicking them off by your station. “seems like you had a good time,” she winks at you through her mirror as she takes bobby pins out of her hair. you roll your eyes, “let me live, he was hot!” she cringes at your words, turning to face you. “the only thing men are good for is their money, besides that they can’t provide anything.” you smirk at her words, “i don’t know about that,” you wink. she groans, turning back towards the mirror, “you’re gross.” you both laugh as you take off your outfits and get into something more comfortable.

you leave on your panties and heels, peeling off your pasties and slipping on a white t shirt which you could most definitely see through. you take a seat at your station, anxiously pulling out a cigarette and lighting it as you await the dancers exits. slowly but surely everybody leaves, one after one you say your goodbyes as they exit the dressing room. to your surprise, nobody really questioned why you were staying, either they were blissfully ignorant or nami opened her big mouth (you knew it was the latter).

you grin as the last girl exits, running over to lock the door behind her. at this hour mostly everybody had gone home, aside from some bartenders and managers, but to your delight they never dare to come back into the dressing room. you approach the back door, grinning as you push it open softly. and there he stands, back to you and smoke twirling around his frame. you cross your arms leaning against the heavy door. “did you enjoy the show?”

he snaps his head around in surprise, noticeably eyeing you up and down blush still littered across his face. “yeah,” he sheepishly smiles, “it was fantastic.” you grab one of his hands, “why don’t you come in?” he follows you taking a seat in your chair, not bothering to take in his surroundings. his eyes stay trained on you, wide and almost in surprise as you come to straddle his lap.

“i’m glad you liked it, sanji,” you purr out his name as one arm wraps around the back of his neck, the other reaching for his still lit cigarette. his eyes follow your movements as you lift the stick to your mouth and inhale, blowing the smoke into his face before placing it back in between his lips. you can feel that he’s still aroused underneath you. his erection poking your inner thigh as his shaky hands ghost over your waist. you flip your hair over your shoulder, “what would you say was your favorite part?” you bring your lips to his neck, inhaling his cologne before pressing soft kisses and licks along his skin.

he twitches underneath you, “y-you,” he stutters out, “you were so amazing, so beautiful.” you hum in approval, the vibration of it causing him to let out a soft groan. “so sensitive,” you giggle before lifting your head to look back into his now half lidded eyes. “you were my favorite part too,” you tap his nose, “i’ve never brought up an audience member before.” you grin at him, to which he reciprocates. “well i’m honored to be the first madam,” he beams.

“you wanna have some fun,” you grip his tie, pulling his face close to yours. you love this, being in control. he looks so helpless underneath you as he nods his head frantically, eyeing your lips. you waste no further time, wrapping your hand with his tie pulling his lips into yours.

you hum into the feeling of your lips melting together, his hands plant themselves onto your waist. you immediately open your mouth, allowing him to push his tongue past your lips to which he moans. you stay like that for a moment, sounds of your lips smacking echos throughout the dressing room as you rock into each others clothed sexes.

you break the kiss all too sudden, leaving him panting and whimpering for more. you unwrap your arms from him, standing over him. “get on your knees,” you command to which he immediately obliges, dropping to his knees in front of you. he stares up at you desperately, a pure look of desire painted on his flushed face. you lift your leg up, sticking your heel into his chest and pushing him onto his back. he doesn’t resist, his body falling back onto the carpet with a thud. hid hands fall to their sides, not bothering to brace his fall. your heel comes in contact with his thigh, sliding it up to press on his cock. “you like that?” you question, digging in a bit harder, but not hard enough to cause any real pain. he nods erratically, his hands balling into fists as his hips twinge up into your touch. “oh my god, yes,” he groans, his teeth clenching together as he fights the urge to cum right then and there.

once you’re satisfied, you lift your foot off of him to which he whines at the loss of contact. you position yourself over his face. before you can act further, sanji’s hoarse voice comes from underneath you, “let me taste you, please,” he begs, his hands coming to grip your ankles. you giggle before bending down, hovering over his face, “go ahead pretty boy.” you plant yourself directly onto his face, not bothering to give him room to breathe. and to your delight he doesn’t mind, bringing his large hands to grip your ass and breathe in your scent. his breath trembles as he exhales, his cock twitching in his pants, precum soaking the front of his pants.

he nips and licks the innards of your thighs as your chest heaves above him. you clench around nothing when he presses kisses to your cunt through your soaked panties. he whimpers from your taste, the corners of your lips twinging upwards in delight. you grip his hair, tugging his face further into your cunt, "look at me." his pretty blue eyes stare up at you as he continues to pleasure you. the sight of him trapped beneath you is delightful. he looks so pathetic like this, face buried in your clothed sex, drunk on your scent, hips rutting up into nothing just the way you had planned.

you reach down and pull your panties to the side, giving him full access to what he desires. he hums into your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking softly. you grind your hips into his face, sighing at the feeling of his hot warm mouth on your most sensitive area. “just like that baby,” you egg him on, his tongue now swirling around you in sloppy circles. your eyes screw shut in bliss, your focus now setting on the way he expertly uses his tongue. you grasp his shirt, your knuckles turning white as you feverishly get off on his face. he holds onto you for dear life, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

the feeling of orgasm creeps up on you quickly as he sets a steady pace, allowing you to do as you please while he lies helpless underneath you. “i’m close,” you whine, body trembling and legs turning to jelly. he quickly removes a hand from your thigh, bringing a finger towards your entrance and inserting, it into your greedy hole. “oh shit,” you clench your jaw, his finger finding your g spot almost immediately as he twists his finger in and out of you. black specks fill your vision, your core tenses as the most powerful orgasm of your life washes over your body. your mouth parts in utter bliss, your eyes rolling back all while spitting out chains of curses. you rest for a moment, sanji’s movements coming to a halt as you mentally regroup.

“was that good?” he questions eagerly, licking your juices off of his lips with a goofy smile. you lean down to kiss his forehead. “you did very well,” you praise, beginning to unbutton his shirt. you kiss each inch of skin to be revealed, leaving love bites along his defined chest. you look up to him as you lick over one of his nipples, bringing the other between your fingertips. he throws his head back as you suck harshly on his chest, his legs shaking in pleasure.

“fuck me,” he cries above you, his hands reaching to grip your shoulders. you take his nipple between your teeth, softly biting the sensitive flesh before releasing. “hm? i didn’t hear you,” you tease, climbing up his body to take his face between one of your hands. “fuck me,” he begs his hair sticking to his forehead. you release your grip on his face and testing the waters further. “say please,” you command, slapping him straight across the face. he moans in pleasure at the connection, head turning to the side as his hips twitch. “please love, please fuck me.”

you decide to give in, after all he has been such good boy for you. and you let him know, reaching down to undo his belt. you lick your lips as you tug his pants down his waist, surprised by the sight. “oh my, looks the mess you made,” you coo, smirking at boxers absolutely soaked in cum. he covers his face in embarrassment, looking away, “i’m sorry.. i couldn’t help it.” you ignore his apology, tugging his boxers down. his cock is still as hard as ever, slapping his abdomen and leaving a wet spot above slightly his bellybutton.

“ready?” you question, tugging your shirt over your head, tossing it behind you, settling over his length, but not yet giving him contact. “mhm,” he shakes his head, pushing your hair out of your face. you position yourself over his waist, grabbing his cock and guiding it inside of you. you groan simultaneously as you sink down, his cock filling you to the brim. “you’re so tight,” he croaks, hands coming to cup your breasts to stable himself. you laugh, grinding your hips and throwing your head back in ecstacy. “you like that pretty?” you question, setting a slow pace to begin. he takes a moment to answer, fighting back the whimpers to vocalize an answer. “feels s’good.”

he attempts to raise his hips to meet yours, to which you lean forward, wrapping your smaller hand around his throat, forcing him to look you in the face. “did you ask to do that?” you raise an eyebrow, squeezing lightly. he halts his movements, “no ma’am.” you bring your lips to his ear, biting causing goosebumps to spread across his skin, “why don’t you ask nicely?” he quivers, “please let me fuck you, my love please!” you lean back releasing your grip on his throat, “good boy.” you finally let him take some sort of control as he grips your ass. he plants his heels into the ground, lifting his hips to meet yours. you cry out as you plant your hands onto his chest, nails digging into his flesh, surely leaving marks.

he ruts into you at a harsh pace, desperation getting the best of him as he chases his orgasm. “oh sanji,” you cry, his large cock hitting all of the right spots inside of you. “so beautiful,” he mutters, bringing a thumb to rub at your clit. you yelp at the feeling, your clit still sensitive from your orgasm. sanji’s mouth is parted as he trains his gaze on where your bodies meet. the squelching of your mixed fluids echos around the room as you both near your highs. “go ahead sanji, cum for me,” you encourage, holding his pretty face between your hands. his pace becomes erratic, his hips sputtering before he deeply moans. his whole body trembles as he cuts inside of you. his seed paints your walls causing you to come undone for the second time under his ministrations.

you collapse onto his chest, letting your arms fall limp as he wraps his larger ones around your frame. you pant into each other, reveling in the aftermath of your orgasms. he rubs circles into your back, relaxing you to the point you almost forget your setting. “you’re perfect,” he presses a soft kiss into your hair, holding you tight. you smile into his shoulder, sweaty, exhausted, yet utterly delighted.

tags: @kibblz-n-bitz @bby-deerling @stardustcrustaders @pileofmush @willowbelle @bokutosbiceps @anemptypuddingcup @yoonavii

love bia

[thatoneoldguy]

This is so law

netflix + chill (law x reader nsfw)

you and law spend the night doing some transponder snail and chill >:^)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 1.4k masterlist

cw: fem!reader, oral (law receiving), established relationship, cocky law, some liberties taken with transponder snail capabilities for the sake of plot, crack taken seriously, messy blowjobs, law gets his balls sucked, slight cumplay

tagging: @ragethebunny @eelnoise @sanjisprincesswifey @sanjisjuul @mandiemegatron @alicesfracturedmirror @willowbelle @kaizokuniichan

Transponder snails with screens were usually reserved for important tasks on the Polar Tang, like observing live feed of footage deep in enemy territory, or replaying the outcome of battles so that Law can analyze and scrutinize his own techniques and mistakes, but on rare occasions like these, Law uses them to rewatch his favorite shows with you in his office.

Tonight, you were starting one of his favorites—a mecha show with tons of bright colors as nebulas explode on the screen in front of you during the opening sequence.

“Pay attention, this is important.” Law scolds as he wraps an arm around you and leans back into the couch as the characters on screen hop into their mechas.  “The main character gets ridiculous by the end of the series—he can even beat Sora easily.” he says, causing you to turn and squint at him as you scrutinize his features.  Law had a habit of taking advantage of how much trust you placed in him, and would often tell you complete lies—with a convincing deadpan expression—about the show you were currently watching just to mess with you.

“You’re lying.” you say decisively, crossing your arms as you lean back into the plush cushions of the couch, “How is a mecha going to beat Ultra Instinct Sora?”  His claim was nothing short of preposterous, though the look on his face betrays no sign of mischief.

“People don’t even know how to rank him when power scaling.” he insists, eyes glued to the snail screen, “Now shut up and lock in.” His words are harsh and make you roll your eyes, but his tone has a hint of playfulness to it as he pulls you in closer to his side.

Though the main character would soon apparently be able to destroy planets and galaxies, right now he was an adorable kid drilling through the ground in his bunker; Law was right, this show was good, gripping you from the very first scenes.  Entranced and transfixed, you’re uncharacteristically quiet; usually you and Law both ramble on as you discuss what’s happening on screen, but this show in particular has you pulled in and focused until the ending credits of the first episode begin to roll; as it continues to play, Law stretches out and lays on the couch, and you respond in turn by laying on his chest.

He’s seen this show a hundred times over—enough to know that he has a little over four minutes to let his lips and hands roam all over your body before the real meat of the next episode starts again—and seizes the opportunity.  There’s a practiced, comfortable smoothness to his movements as he initiates the kiss, sitting up slightly to align his hips with yours as he rocks against you.  Though you had been sucked in by the show moments earlier, now you were mesmerized by the way his thin fingers rake through your hair as he swirls his tongue against yours, cradling your jaw as he presses his clothed length against your core.  The dizzying haze you’re both swirling in makes the show fall deep into the background as it resumes, nearly disappearing from your mind entirely when he pulls your neck down and drags his tongue along it, breaking the rhythmic circles of his tongue with a bite or two every so often.  Like a predator, Law knows where you’re weak, but enjoys playing with his food as he teases you, kissing your neck and grinding up into you until you’re a whimpering mess on top of him.  The mewls you let out as he sinks his teeth into your sensitive flesh makes him twitch and throb as his cock strains against his too-tight jeans, prompting him to mumble a request in your ear.

“Can you suck me off?” he whispers, his voice raspy as it sends a pleasant shiver down your spine; it’s phrased as a question, though it’s more of a gently spoken order considering the way he’s turned you into putty in his hands.  As anticipated, you hum out a content mhm and sit up on the couch and put your hair up, nearly salivating as he unzips his jeans and frees his cock.  Eagerly slotting yourself between his legs, you swirl your tongue around his head teasingly before taking his length in your mouth until he hits the back of your throat; the little muffled gag you let out makes him growl with pleasure as he tangles his inked fingers in your hair.  Though you always start intent on doing things your way, Law can’t help but to seize control once you have him in your mouth; the prospect was far too tantalizing when you were only an arm’s length away from him.

Sensing you need a small break as your chokes become more frequent, he pulls your mouth off him roughly and leans down to capture your lips with his; he deepens the kiss quickly, his course set on sending your mind spinning with his tongue as your hand idly plays with your clit.

“You like sucking my dick?” he coos in a teasing whisper as he breaks the kiss for a moment, his hands trailing upward to play with your breasts before attaching his lips to yours again.

“Mmm… I do, I love it…” you whimper out as your lips continue melding into each other, your words drowning in so much desperation that it makes your face burn.

He exhales with amusement as he pulls away and nudges your face back towards his length.  “Get back to it, then.” he taunts, letting out a sigh as you eagerly comply and take him as deeply as you can.  The chokes and whimpers you let out as he stretches your throat make him exhale sharply with pleasure; while the sight of you drooling on his cock is mesmerizing, he wants to watch your tongue drag along his cock instead of having to imagine the movements taking place inside your mouth as you take him in.

“Lick along my shaft.” he whispers; his voice is barely audible as he directs you, but the words ring in your ears all the same.  You take no time to wipe the inadvertent tears rolling down your cheeks before running your tongue up and down along the side of his length messily; his grip on your hair tightens as he enforces your pace, using his grasp on you to drag your head back and forth; the drool pooling at the base of his cock ends up coating the side of your cheek.  Though the sensation was foreign and strange as cool air ran across it, the look in Law’s eyes as he watched your tongue run across him was like bait on a stick, keeping you in place and catering to his whims. “Good girl.” he mumbles as he throws his head back, causing you to let out a content whimper.

He drinks in each movement you make as your tongue’s movements gradually get sloppier and clumsier, prompting him to coax you further downward to put his balls in your mouth; Law’s hand replaces yours, urging you to give them your full attention.  Tongue swirling around them as you gently suck, he lets out a sharp gasp as his fingers tighten around your hair—he loves you like this, messy, pupils dilated, and focused on pleasing him.

It was enough to get him close.

“Don’t swallow when I cum, I want to see it.” he warns as he guides your mouth back towards his cock; the blood pounding in your ears as he fucks into your mouth with an unforgiving pace almost drowns out his words, though once the phrase ingrains itself in your mind, it only spurs you to get him closer to the edge.

Giving you no warning but a strangled gasp, he spills into your mouth, tasting salty and slightly bitter on your tongue.  Obediently, you open up your mouth and stick your tongue out for him, and he smirks at the sight of his seed coating it with a thin layer of white.  He ruffles your hair as you close your mouth, swallow hard, and lean your face into his thigh; he runs his fingers soothingly through your hair as you sigh contently, and he presses a kiss to your forehead—the only part of your face not covered in spit—as he helps you to your feet.

“Fuck…” he sighs quietly after the two of you clean up, sinking into the leather of the couch, draping his arm around your waist as you join him and curl into his side.  “We’re on episode three now...” he says as he pulls a blanket over the two of you, “I’ll fill you in on what you missed.”

[thatoneoldguy]

I'm sobbing

ʚ 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 ɞ chapter three

ʚ synopsis ɞ You haven't been able to sleep for a while, and Bepo has the solution to your problem. As you develop a friendship with the polar bear, you fail to notice the jealousy of a certain captain.

pairings : Bepo & Fem!Reader + Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader

words count : 8k

content : angst, panic attack, throwing up, fluff at the end.

note : January wasn't much fun… sorry for the absence. 🤦‍♀️ English is not my first language!

Chapter one // Chapter two

[start of flashback]

"Okay okay okay okay okay okay okay... now, describe in detail my muscles, but do it in a low-key, natural way, but I want them mentioned."

"So... you want your non-existent muscles mentioned in detail, but discreetly?"

"Inexistent!? Have you seen my body!? I'm more muscular than you!"

Without hesitation, Buggy lifts his shirt to show you his abs. He points to his stomach with vigor and pride. You blink and go back to your paperwork, infuriating the clown.

“LOOK AT ME!”

You refuse to look up again and continue writing, trying to ignore the circus around you. This doesn't please Buggy who, for some unknown reason, demands that you look at his body. He detaches one of his hands to fiercely grab your face. His fingers dig into your cheeks and he approaches you with a dark aura. You're sitting on a small chair while he's standing, the size difference intimidating. This time, you're forced to keep your gaze on Buggy. You'd do anything to wipe the winning smile off his ugly face.

"Show me what you've written so far."

"No."

Oh, he wasn't expecting a negative response. His fingers dig in a little deeper and you're sure it's going to leave a mark. Buggy erases the little distance between you and is about to lean toward you, but a ball sent in his direction causes him to lose his balance and he drags you to the ground in a fall worthy of a circus act. 

"S-sorry captain!!!"

"DAMMIT CAN'T YOU BE MORE CAREFUL!?" Buggy shouts as he stands up and offers you a hand, which you refuse. He looks at you with a completely different attitude, he looks embarrassed. "I didn't mean to make you fall! Stand up! Please..." he murmurs the last word.

You let out a grunt and stand up without his help. Damn it! The inkpot you put at your feet has fallen and dirtied your shoes and part of your clothes. What's more, the paper's crumpled and your quill's broken in two - great! How the hell did you end up in such a situation?

"H-hey, where are you going? I didn't mean to make you cry, I swear! Please come back! I-I mean, COME BACK HERE! IT'S AN ORDER!"

There's no point in fighting with this idiot, he's completely insane. You'd rather go back to your room and forget about this day, as usual. Orange Town is half destroyed, but you've still found an uninhabited room that won't fall on you overnight. It's the only place where you can rest away from the Buggy pirates. They're all so stupid, you hate them to death.

You lock the bedroom door, slide a wardrobe in front of it and close the curtains. The sun is setting and you know Buggy isn't going to try to confront you, he knows he's crossed the line. So, knowing you've got nothing left to do, you decide to go to bed. You hide under the covers and curl up into a little ball. Tomorrow is a new day full of promise.

"Tomorrow is a new day." you say aloud to reassure yourself. "Tomorrow is a new day." The confidence in your voice disappears. "Tomorrow... is a new... day.." you whisper, finally letting your tears fall.

It's not long since you joined Buggy, a decision you regret on a daily basis, but your former crew perished at sea. You're the only survivor, but you don't mind, you weren't attached to your former companions. Before them, you had another crew, and before that crew, you had another, and another before them, and you can't count the number of captains who welcomed you into their ship, only to abandon you or die within days. You've been cursed since birth, you know that.

Your mother was the first to abandon you on an island. "Stay here and don't move." and you didn't move. You sat in the same spot for days and she never came back. Died on her journey? Maybe she did. You stopped wondering why she didn't take you with her, you learned to live with the questions that will never be answered. The islanders were kind enough to give you food and shelter, but you insisted on spending hours waiting for your mother in the place she told you to stay.

You felt terribly guilty about sleeping comfortably in a bed when she could come back at any moment and worry about you. So, with the help of the adults, you built yourself a hut in the place where you were supposed to wait. Over the years, you continued to wait patiently, went to school and learned to write and read. Writing became your favorite pastime, and you made up stories in the hope of reading them to your mother. You waited so long...

Until a strange phenomenon attacked the island. For a week, the water kept rising. At first, the inhabitants thought it was temporary, but when the water began to swallow up the village, panic set in. Everyone tried to save their belongings and pack boats. You sat on the roof of your hut and waited for the water to go down. No way were you going to abandon your spot.

You weren't the only one fighting nature, as some of the locals completely lost the map and decided to perish with their homes. The Marines came to their rescue, offering them a place on their boat, and after a long struggle, you joined them. You were forced to say goodbye to your hut and relocate.

Without the island, how was your mother ever going to find you? Well, you asked the Marines to help you find her. And they laughed in your face. The name you gave to identify your mother didn't appear in the Marines's data, and neither did yours. The officer who "helped" you then remarked that your mother was probably an outlaw who hid her identity and didn't want to have children, hence the reason for abandoning you on a random island. You knew very well that your mother hadn't abandoned you. Something had happened to her, and you wanted to find out the truth. So, to gain access to the database, you decided to join the Marines under a secret identity. Since you weren't registered in their paperwork, you figured that staying under another name was the best plan.

Joining the Marines wasn't a bad idea; you'd spent years training, gaining knowledge and mastering a weapon. You were skilled in the art of long-distance shooting, particularly archery. It was an atypical weapon for your work station, but your rank and good behavior allowed you to fight with the equipment of your choice. 

You bent over backwards to satisfy your admiral's orders and to be recognized as a good recruit. The further you progressed, the more you gained the Marines' trust, and therefore access to the database. It would take several more years before you were considered a leader, but... For your mother's sake, you were ready to climb the ladder.

It wasn't easy every day, in fact, it never was. Following orders without being able to question yourself, eliminating enemies who weren't bad people inside, they'd just made bad choices... You discovered that the Marines were full of injustice and corruption. Pirates really were the freest. Someday, you'll get that freedom, you told yourself. Someday.

You didn't want to believe that your mother was a pirate, but to get a head start on your research, you started flipping through books of wanted posters. Every week, new posters were sent to all admirals. The Marines' private library had a catalog of old posters. You spent nights turning pages. You didn't want to see your mother's face in those posters, but a small part of you hoped you would.

When you were about to give up, you'd say to yourself, "Tomorrow's a new day." This phrase gave you the motivation to continue your mission and go beyond your limits. And heaven knows you needed it.

Then one day, something you couldn't predict happened.

You were walking through a big city, your captain's coat draped over your shoulders, your head high. Your crew was refueling and you had orders to find an escaped pirate. You didn't want to waste time, so you moved quickly across the island to complete your mission and return to your ship. Then you felt a small hand tugging at your pants.

"Mommy?"

You look down to see an adorable little girl clinging to your garment.

"I'm not your mother. Are you lost?" you ask, bending down to her level.

You don't know if the little girl understood you, but she clung to you as if convinced you were her mother. You looked around and there was no one to claim the child. You hadn't joined the Marines to help others, but it was your duty to help the citizens of this world. You sighed and took the child in your arms. The little girl laid her head on your chest and pressed her little fingers into your arm.

You start knocking on doors, entering shops, until someone advises you to go to the other side of the territory. The difference in scenery was obvious. The island was divided between the rich city and the poor village, which wasn't abnormal; you'd visited a lot of islands similar to this one. In general, you tried to stay in the corners where the fugitives were hiding, you didn't waste your time visiting.

"There she is!"

A man was pointing in your direction and several villagers sighed with relief at the sight of you. The little girl had certainly worried many of them. It was reassuring for them to see a captain of the Marines return, as you understood, to be the village child. But something wasn't quite right. The further you went, the more people looked at you with surprise, fear, incomprehension, it was hard to understand what was going on in their heads. Fuck it, it wasn't your problem.

"Hi, I found this little girl walking around town alone. Are you the father? If so, I'd like to see some evidence and visit your house. Leaving a child unattended, you're lucky I stumbled upon her."

Silence.

"I repeat, are you the father? I have no time to lose."

Silence. Okay, you're getting angry. You bite your cheek to keep calm, you don't want to scare the little one.

"If you don't-"

"Vivienne?" the man finally replied.

"What? No, I'm not Vivienne, my name's written right here." you point to your badge.

"I'm sorry, you look like Vivienne. Oh uh! Vivienne is the little girl's mother. She... she lives in this house."

"Thank you."

You ignore the people staring at you as if you've grown a second head. You knock on the door of the house you've been told about and a young teenager opens it. He looks you up and down and gasps.

"Mom!?"

"What???" another voice shouts from further away.

"Someone wants to see you!" he says, staring at you.

You're seriously frustrated by this stupid village and the reactions people give you when they see your face. Can't wait to get back to town.

A woman appears at the door and you feel like you've been struck by lightning.

"Holy shit."

It's the only thing you can think of to say to... to this woman who... who looks exactly like you. The hair, the eyes, the nose, the mouth, the facial expression, it's... it's...

"Mommy!"

The little girl in your arms throws herself into her mother's arms, freeing you at last from this weight. Your arms fall to your sides and you find nothing to do but look at your interlocutor. She seemed embarrassed, even ashamed. Her gaze was avoiding yours, and you just knew it. You knew very well who this woman was. 

"Thank you." she says as she tries to close the door, but you block the entrance with your foot.

Your hand grips the wood of the door and without the slightest bother, you force your way into the little house. The silence continues to persist, and you're not sure you'll be able to stay calm if you open your mouth. You clench your fists and take a deep breath.

"...Mona Blanche?"

"I'm so sorry..."

Oh, you don't care. You don't care at all. You quickly jump to the conclusion that this woman is indeed your mother, ALIVE, with children who are not YOU. You've waited years for this to happen, you thought you'd find your mother in misery, enslaved, between life and death, but not in a little house with a goddamn welcome doormat, children on her arms and a name that isn't MONA BLANCHE.

"You have five minutes to explain yourself."

"I don't know what to tell you..."

"Okay." you say, pulling out the pistol strapped to your waist. You rarely used this weapon, but the moment seemed perfect. "Four minutes."

"Mom!" shouted the boy.

You change targets and fire a shot that just misses the teenager. Mona, or Vivienne, realized that the situation would deteriorate if she didn't speak up. She handed her little girl to her son and raised her hands.

"Don't shoot! (y/n), please don't shoot..."

"Don't use my name!"

"OK OK! I was very young when I had you, it was a mistake to abandon you, but I couldn't keep you with me. I was a pirate and your father was the captain, it was impossible to have a child on the ship."

"So you left me on an island!? No money, no clothes, NOTHING!"

"I know, it's terrible..."

"I waited for you! I waited EVERY DAY in the same place! For years! You told me you were coming back, YOU PROMISED IT!"

Your shout pierced the ears of everyone in the house, and the nosy people outside could hear you beyond a shadow of a doubt.

"In my defense... I never promised you I'd come back. I always keep my promises."

Ha.

Haha.

HAHAHAHA.

Something has broken in your brain. You start laughing maniacally and crying at the same time. You place a hand on the doorknob to keep yourself upright, feeling as if your legs are going to stop working. Your body is on fire and flames cover your eyes. You know you look like someone who's lost their mind, you know you're scaring this poor perfect little family, you know it and you don't care. You don't feel bad for them. You don't think about the impact your visit and your crisis will have on them, you don't care, you simply DON'T CARE.

"YOU KEEP YOUR PROMISE? GOOD FOR YOU MONA, OH I MEAN, VIVI-FUCKING-ENNE!"

At this point, the little girl is crying too, and the teenager is in a defensive posture. At any moment, he'll jump on you to defend his mother.

When your laughter subsides, you raise your head and approach Vivienne. A smile never leaves your face.

"I wish you to live a happy life, full of joy and happiness. And when you believe you can die happy, I wish you to be abandoned by all those who love you and to live the rest of your life looking for those who broke your heart, who ruined your miserable life, as you did for me. I hate you and if you didn't have a child, I'd kill you on the spot."

You're getting ready to leave home.

"If I were you, I'd change my name again and find a new island to live on. You know, in case I decide to come back and put an end to the excuse that is your pathetic self."

As you walk away from the house, the villagers are all outside their doors, gathering the latest gossip. You don't even bother to look at the house one last time. You can't believe the Marines were right after all. Your mother was a piece of shit.

After that day, nothing made sense in your life. You had access to the marine database, but it was of no use to you. It was no longer "tomorrow is a new day", every day was the same and you no longer took pleasure in life. You had no goals, no objectives, and your title of Captain of the Marines meant nothing. Your subordinates had noticed the drastic change in your attitude.

Until you almost die.

The proposed suicide mission echoed eerily in the silent room. The stakes were high, the chances of survival minimal, but something inside you urged you to accept. The mission demanded sacrifice, and you were ready to volunteer for what seemed a cause greater than yourself.

The sea roared around your ship, as the waves broke with savage intensity. The mission you had accepted had become a nightmare on the high seas. The objective seemed more and more insane as the journey progressed, and the tension on board was palpable.

Suddenly, a huge explosion rocked the vessel, shaking every fibre of its being. The violence of the impact sent debris flying in all directions, plunging the crew into chaos. The air was filled with smoke, and cries of terror mingled with the echoes of the blast. In the darkness that followed, the horror of the situation became clear: the ship was badly damaged, and loss of life among your crew was inevitable. Despite the confusion and danger, you were desperate to help those fighting for their lives. The ship's deck was a battlefield, with flames devouring everything in their path. Your comrades' cries of pain were discordant notes in the infernal tumult.

The once lively faces of your companions were now frozen in death, and you found yourself in the middle of the sinking ocean, surrounded by the silence of the marine abyss.

Your return to base was painful. The days passed slowly in the hospital. The survivors' cries of pain, the faces marked by suffering, all were anchored in your memory. Guilt consumed you, constantly reminding you that your decision had led to the loss of innocent lives.

After long weeks of convalescence, you made a drastic decision. The Marines, an organization that had been your life, no longer made sense to you. You could no longer bear the weight of guilt weighing on your shoulders. The decision to leave the Marines was both an act of self-punishment and a desperate attempt to find peace.

Leaving military life behind, you headed for a small, isolated village, far from the hustle and bustle of the world. The narrow streets, green fields and friendly faces seemed to offer an escape from the storm raging inside you. You rented a small house, determined to lead a simple, quiet life. You sought redemption through simple actions. But even in the midst of this peaceful lifestyle, you couldn't escape the weight of your regrets.

Every night, you listened to the whisper of the wind in the trees, trying in vain to calm the inner turmoil. The calm life you had sought became a mirror reflecting the emotional chaos that persisted within you. The cries of pain from your surviving comrades continued to echo in your dreams, and you wondered whether one day you might really find peace, or whether guilt would be your eternal companion.

You spent your days writing, seeking refuge in words to escape the dark reality that surrounded you. Yet not even writing could soothe the pain inside you. The calm of your village was not enough to quell the demons that haunted your thoughts. Part of you had remained lost at sea with your crew.

So you decided to venture into the world of pirates, hoping to find a new family, a new reason to live. You were desperate to reconnect with the life you'd lost. However, fate seemed to have relentless trials in store for you. The crews you embarked with were struck by repeated tragedies. Death and desolation seemed to follow you like a shadow, and the secrets of your past in the Marines always came to light, creating mistrust among your companions.

The loneliness persisted. The accusing glances and whispers of your fellow passengers became unbearable. Every departure was a repeat of a sad dance, where you were always left behind, watching the horizon drift away with a new part of you.

Buggy was the first not to let go. At first, he wanted to kill you, but you quickly convinced him that you could write a book about his life, make him interesting to the world. The clown is self-absorbed enough to accept your offer. And now you're stuck with him.

You wake with difficulty, you don't want to leave your bed, but you know very well that Buggy will come knocking at your door to tease you with his new story ideas. It's amazing how a person can invent a life and believe it. Sometimes you wonder if he knows how ridiculous he is.

You're getting ready to face a new day, but a surprise awaits you outside your room. Outside your door, you find a new ink pot, some paper and a quill. "SORRY" is written on a torn piece of newspaper; you recognize the clown's handwriting. It doesn't take much to make you feel loved. Well, after all, you can waste a few hours here and go and see the clown later. He'll be happier if you bring him something to flatter his ego. You decide to go back to your room and settle down to do whatever Buggy wanted you to do the day before.

"His muscles, though unobtrusive to the eye, are incredibly impressive..."

You spend several hours writing and didn't intend to stop, but a commotion prevents you from concentrating. You glance at the window.

"Oh, my heaven..."

You fill your bag with your writing materials and clothes, grab your bow and arrow and run to the combat zone. You keep your distance for most of the fight, in fact, you just observe. You listen carefully to the dialogues and take note of them in your notebook. You were expecting an army of pirates, but a boy in a straw hat, a swordsman and the thief have liberated the town. An ordinary trio has managed to piss Buggy off and knock him out. You're... shocked.

An idea pops into your head.

Nothing ties you to Buggy... this is your chance to get away.

You take a different route to the dock, hoping you're not too late. It's been a long time since you've felt this strange sense of excitement. That boy Luffy's speech moved you. He wants to become king of the pirates, and it's crazy to declare such a thing. Doesn't he know what happened to the former king? Yet this young man doesn't seem to fear the future. There's something interesting about him. You need to know more.

"Wait for me!!!" You shout as you see the trio board a small boat.

Immediately, the green-headed boy gets into a fighting stance and you brake before misleading him. You raise your arms in a sign of peace.

"What do you want?" asks Luffy, his head cocked to one side.

"I want to join your crew."

"WHAT!?" shouts the redhead, Nami if you remember correctly.

"Oooooh nice!!! Yes you can join us!!!"

Oh, you're surprised. You thought you'd have to fight to join them.

"Wait, we don't know who she is or what she wants." says Zoro, still holding his swords.

"Hm, okay. Who are you and what do you want?"

You start by introducing yourself, revealing your real identity, something tells you to be sincere with him.

"You said you want to become king of the pirates. You need someone to write down all your adventures and share them with the world. I'm the person you need. I can fight and I have a good knowledge of navigation."

"We already have a navigator, but you can be our writer!!!"

"I'm not your navigator!!!" Nami pinches Luffy's cheek and shouts in his ears.

Behind you, a crowd of people approaches and you don't waste a second joining the trio. Zoro doesn't seem to trust you, but that's okay, nobody trusts you today.

For the first time in months, you smile.

[end of flashback]

The sensation of ants invading your legs is the first thing you notice when you open your eyes again. It's unpleasant. Your brief loss of consciousness lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to attract the attention of the ship's awake passengers. It's annoying. When you left your bed, you wanted to experience a quiet period of panic, but here you are, weak under worried gazes. It's humiliating.

The sound of the aquarium bar door slamming and you falling caught the cook's attention. Sanji, intrigued by the sudden bustle, abandoned his post behind the stoves to take a look outside. His common sense tells him that this is not a nocturnal attack, but rather a noisy interaction. Still, at this hour of the night, it's not normal to hear a door being slammed, let alone Robin using her devil's fruit. The blond doesn't regret having left the kitchen, since from the balcony he sees a scene that makes his blood run cold: he sees you, lying on a bed made of Robin's hands, looking unconscious.

Without missing a beat, he returns to the kitchen to prepare you a large glass of cold water. It's not the first time he's seen one of his crewmates lose themselves to panic. Sanji doesn't consider himself the best at helping out emotionally, but he does know a few tricks for easing the pain. A good shot of cold water is one of them.

The multiple hands summoned by the archaeologist slowly disappear, leaving your body to rest against the fresh grass of the upper deck. If she hadn't intervened, you'd hit the ground hard and probably have suffered an injury. By the way, she wasn't the only one ready to step in - oh no, a certain surgeon was bested at the task. Luckily for you, your well-being isn't a competition. Robin and Law silently share a sense of relief at seeing you safely on the ground. Alas, although you're safe and sound physically, they both know you're not mentally.

The tremors persist, your body caught in the aftershocks of overwhelming emotion. The tears, hot and unrelenting, blur your vision as you attempt to navigate through the disorientation. The surroundings, once familiar, now seem alien and unwelcoming. Curling into yourself, you seek refuge in the protective barrier of your own limbs, as if hoping to shield yourself from the world's scrutiny. The vulnerability of being in your pajamas amplifies the feeling of exposure. 

The gazes, even if sympathetic, become piercing beams that sear through your fragile state. Despite being surrounded by what should be the safest place on the planet, an irrational fear grips you. You're caught in a paradox, aware of the safety of your surroundings yet feeling an acute sense of danger.

On this boat, no one can hurt you. No one but you.

The thought shatters your inner self and provokes a surge of nausea. You have no choice but to abandon your previous posture and get down on your knees to empty your stomach. Robin anticipated this long before you did and had time to place a bag in front of your mouth. You feel awful about wasting the food Sanji prepared earlier in the evening, but you can't hide the fact that even if you'd tried to stop the vomiting, you wouldn't have been able to. You're surprised you had time yourself to change position.

Once you've finished vomiting and removed the bag, you can confidently say you're feeling a little better. A hand strokes your hair and back, a comforting gesture. Robin's thoughtfulness is something you appreciate. You don't know if it's a coincidence, but the archaeologist is always there when you're having a panic attack. She calms you down every time. It's thanks to her that the other crew members know how to help you during a full-blown breakdown.

You wonder whether this is simply because Robin is the most educated of the group, or whether it's because she's learned to deal with her own panic attacks when she had no one to help her. Whatever the answer, you're entirely grateful to her and wouldn't hesitate to reverse the roles if the day came.

After a few minutes staring at the ground, you finally lift your head and take a deep breath. The anxiety hasn't entirely left your body, your heart is still racing, but the tightness in your chest has stopped and you're no longer shaking. That's a good sign. Now that your breathing seems back to normal and your head is held high, Sanji hands you a glass of water, which you accept with great delight. You slowly swallow the cold liquid and enjoy the feeling of relief it brings. A shiver runs through your body, but this one is different from the ones that haunted you earlier, this one is welcomed.

"Thank you." you say, after what seems like hours of silence.

The warm smiles from Robin and Sanji provide a silent reassurance, a comfort in the absence of spoken words. However, the absence of Law does not go unnoticed. As your eyes scan the surroundings, searching for the enigmatic doctor, you're met with an empty space where he once stood. A pinch of disappointment mixes with the lingering unease. Has he gone back to the aquarium bar or to his submarine? A doctor disappearing during a time like this? Chopper would never. You can't shake the feeling of abandonment.

"Cook-san, could you give us a moment?"

"Of course! Anything for my two beauties! If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen."

Although you know Sanji is dying to send you kisses and asks what food will cheer you up in this situation, he pulls back with a sympathetic smile. If you need him, he knows you'll go to him. Anyway, he's already planning a menu in his head that will revolve around you for the next few days.

When the galley door closes, you turn to Robin.

"Do you want to talk?"

That's a good question. Do you want to talk? The desire to open up, to share the burdens that have silently weighed on your heart, clashes with the daunting prospect of revealing the deeply rooted reasons for your unhappiness. Of all the people on the crew, Robin would be the one to understand your pain, but... Pandora's box remains closed, its contents locked away, leaving you with the bittersweet realization that, for now, some battles must be fought in solitude.

"I have nightmares... Sleeping is no longer restful."

"Hm. This isn't the first time we've had this conversation, your answer never changes and your condition doesn't improve. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Can she? You think for a moment...

"Can you hold me?"

"Of course."

Robin wraps her arms around you and embraces you with the perfect strength. The gentle strokes through your hair and the rhythmic rocking create a soothing rhythm. In that vulnerable instant, you're aware of the unique bond you share with the archaeologist. The unspoken understanding between you two goes beyond the dynamics of a typical crewmate. She's more than just a friend and comrade; she's the closest semblance to a mother you've ever had. She's older than you, she's warm, and you would have loved to grow up with a caring mother like her. It's the kind of thing you'd like to say to her, but don't dare, for fear of reminding her of her own past.

The sobs echo in the quietness of the moment, a release of emotions that have long been held captive within. The weight of unspoken words, the unfulfilled yearning for a nurturing presence, finds a temporary outlet in the sanctuary of Robin's arms.

"I've done some very bad things... I'm so exhausted from running away from the consequences of my actions... I... I can hear their voices. I can still hear them." you murmur with pain.

"We've all done things we regret, things we can never forgive, we have to learn to live with these things. We can't ignore them, or they'll haunt us even in our dreams."

You want to fight back and tell her she's not right, that you can't learn to live with what you've done, but you're tired. Your body is weak, your mind is exhausted and your soul wants a moment's peace.

Suddenly, Bepo and Law appear beside you.

You pull away from Robin and quickly wipe away your tears as you stand up. You don't understand why the captain of the Heart Pirates has returned after sneaking away. Bepo runs towards you and lifts you up in his arms. He hugs you with all his strength and you let out a groan of surprise. Welp, that answers your question, partially. 

"Bepo, don't strangle her!" points Law.

"S-sorry!" Bepo releases the pressure a little, but you stay glued to his chest. "Captain woke me up to tell me you needed some love!"

"That's not what I said! Those aren't the exact words..."

"Sorry Captain!"

Robin lets out a small laugh and pats Law gently on the back. "How nice of you, Torao."

"Whatever." murmurs Law, hiding his eyes with his hat.

You cuddle the bear back. "Well, I'm feeling very loved right now. Thank you ~"

"Anything for my new friend!"

"Aw Bepo!"

The two of you cuddle passionately and laugh. You're already feeling much better thanks to him and Robin, you'll have to thank Law for his smart decision to call his navigator to come to your rescue. The surgeon coughs to get everyone's attention. Bepo looks at him puzzled. Law insists with his gaze and this seems to evoke something in the mink.

"Oh, uh, you can sleep with me tonight!"

"That would be great, but... my bed isn't big enough for both of us and even though it would be fun, I don't want to sleep under the stars again, it's cold tonight."

"If I may, you can press my bed against yours to create a larger surface area, I'll find somewhere else to rest." a subtle wink tells you that Robin knows very well in which bed she'll be sleeping tonight. Probably a carpenter's. Who knows.

Law coughs again and louder. Again, he glares at Bepo and nods.

"We can sleep in the captain's bed."

"What a great idea." adds Robin, a smirk on her face.

"W-what? No, sorry, I can't sleep in L... another... captain's bed. Besides... I don't want to be a nuisance in the submarine." You're having trouble finding the right words to express yourself.

"Don't worry, Captain told me he doesn't mind you sleeping in his bed! He even told me he was sure you'd sleep just fine on his mattress!"

"Bepo-ya." warns Law, teeth clenched. The bear apologizes and bows its head. Law continues, "Your presence in the Tang will not disrupt the life of my crew. I offer you my bed as a sign of compassion, it would be impolite to refuse."

This immediately changes the stakes; you don't want to offend the tattooed man.

"Okay... I accept, but only for tonight!"

"Of course." says Law, a winning smile on his face. That expression makes your heart skip a beat.

"I'll be sure to explain the situation so no one comes looking for you tomorrow. Get some rest, writer-san."

"Thanks. Hm, Robin, can you refrain from saying I had a panic attack... please."

"Sure, good night."

In unison, you and Bepo wish Robin a good night, while Law holds up two fingers to take you into the Tang.

As you step into the submarine, memories of the first time you entered the ship resurface. It was quite a while ago, and you'd only entered Law's office. Now you have the honor of entering his bedroom, his most private space. It feels so weird to be allowed not only to see this part of Law, but to sleep in his bed! "You have to believe me, okay? He doesn't hate you." The memory of Bepo's words echoes in your mind, emphasizing the notion that Law doesn't harbor any ill will towards you. The offer to share such a personal space is a testament to a level of trust that transcends the boundaries of typical alliance. Still, doubt lingers – a persistent whisper questioning your place in the surgeon’s world. You're nobody to him. You're a writer for a different crew, nothing more.

You're still in Bepo's arms when you enter the bedroom. It's not very big, but it's large enough for a double bed, bookcases, a small desk and a corner washroom. You glance at the books on the shelves. Yup, nothing but boring, medicine-related titles. You're surprised to see that the bed is made. The desk is covered with books and paper and, oh, a pair of glasses! You didn't know Law wore glasses!

The sensation of settling into Law's bed, with Bepo by your side, brings a mix of comfort and vulnerability. As you adjust the pillows and find a comfortable position under the covers, the atmosphere in the room is subtly transformed.

Unknown to you, Law stands at the door, silently observing the scene within his bedroom. The sight of his best friend and the most beautiful woman in the world in his bed triggers a range of emotions within him – a delicate dance between delight and a subtle undercurrent of trepidation. It's an image that both warms and unsettles the depths of his guarded heart.

He's glad you can open up to Bepo and develop a beautiful friendship; the bear is loyal and the best confidant you could wish for. And in the Polar Tang, everyone knows that if anything happens, you're the number one priority. If you wanted to stay in bed and ask for food, Law would order it without hesitation. You could stay in that bed all day and he wouldn't mind.

But he'd love to be in Bepo's place. In the quiet corners of his mind, Law envisions a world where he could bring you the same joy and comfort as the polar bear. The unspoken wish to make you laugh, engage in playful activities, share moments in the water, and simply be close to you… The question lingers, if Law could find the words to express his feelings, would you accept his advances? The fear of rejection, the hesitation born from a lifetime of guarding his emotions, is too strong.

Law sighed.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate. Good night."

"Good night Captain!"

"Good night Law! Thank you, again!"

He doesn't answer, just slowly closes the door and turns off the light. As a few inches remain, he hears one last sentence: "Bepo, do you mind if I sleep in my underwear and t-shirt?"

FUCK. When the door is fully closed, Law rests his head against the metal wall and restrains himself from banging his head. Really!? You in your underwear in his bed? Of course Bepo was entitled to that privilege. It kills him to know that on the other side of the wall, you're taking your clothes off. Law hates having his mind invaded by images of your half-naked body, he doesn't like being subjected to his carnal desires, he feels like... like Penguin and Shachi! Or worse, Sanji!

Law sighs again. He takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair. Slowly, he walks to his new bed for the night: Bepo's bed. He drops onto the mattress and is not surprised to see Ikkaku's head appear upside down. Bepo and Ikkaku share a room and sleep on a bunk bed. The young woman looks at her with compassion and a smile.

"That bad uh?"

"You have no idea."

"Don't be sad. You know, if you show her a little that you're interested..."

"Stop."

"Okay okay..."

After several minutes of silence, Law spoke again.

"I think she's in her underwear in my bed."

"Oh my god, if you're going to touch yourself, go do it in the bathroom!"

"Fuck off."

In the darkness, you and Bepo continue to adjust each other to find the best position. At first, you each lie on your side, but it's obvious you want to cuddle, so you bring your body close to his. Bepo slips an arm around you, but he's afraid of crushing you during the night. He invites you to lie on his belly with a blanket. It's the best position, for now.

"Bepo, I feel really bad taking your captain's place, it's his ship..."

"I promise you he doesn't mind, he's the one who insisted on offering you his bed."

"Don't you think that's strange?"

"No, the captain is a caring man. He may seem cold, but he's got a big heart..." murmurs Bepo, obviously drifting off to sleep.

"Yeah, he seems to be nice, when he wants to..." you reply, you too falling asleep.

Once again, you have a perfect night. Well, if you erase the beginning of the night and remember sleeping with Bepo, it's perfect. You didn't dream, but you didn't have any nightmares, which you consider a success! You can't believe that the polar bear is the ultimate solution to your problem. You haven't tried sleeping with another person to prove the theory, but you doubt that Zoro or Nami would provide you with as much comfort. The Polar Tang is better isolated than the Thousand Sunny. You don't have to hear Usopp snoring and Luffy talking in his sleep.

You wake up to someone shouting your name. Your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness and your new surroundings. Oh, you're lying on top of Bepo again. You rub your face against the mink and giggle with joy. Then you hear your name again. Luffy?

The bedroom door swings open and hits the wall. You jump and reflexively cover your body with the blanket. A sunbeam on two legs enters the room and smiles when he sees you. Luffy shouts your name again and makes a move that creates great fear in you.

"LUFFY NO!"

"Straw Hat-ya!"

Luffy launches himself from the door to the bed and lands on top of you. The gesture wakes up Bepo, who reflexively hits the young boy. The blow does absolutely nothing except provoke a fit of giggles from Luffy. You sigh a sigh, telling yourself that the worst is over.

"(y/n)!!" Luffy clings to your neck and hugs you. "Torao told me you slept with him last night! How lucky you are!"

"That's not what I said, Straw Hat-ya!"

"I slept with Bepo in Law's bed, I didn't sleep with him."

"Same thing."

"No it isn't!" exclaims Law and you in unison.

Luffy laughs and stretches out his arm to take Bepo into the hug.

"Torao, join us!"

"No way."

"You suck."

"Straw Hat, my captain doesn't suck!"

"Yes he does, he never wants to hug! (Y/n) needs one right now! Right!?"

Luffy looks at you with hope. You know getting into his game isn't a good idea, but... Oh. Something's not right. You close your eyes and place a hand on your chest, where your heart is. You sit up as best you can. Your reaction worries both men and the bear. Bepo places a hand on your back, Luffy panics and Law approaches the bed, a serious look on his face.

"I think... if I don't get a hug from Torao in the next few minutes, I'm going to die."

Bepo lets out a long sigh and Luffy bursts out laughing, proud that her writer hasn't lost her sense of humor. 

"Shishishi Torao quick, she's going to die!!!"

"Yes Captain, hurry!"

It's as if a bucket of ice water has fallen on Law. He couldn't believe the turn of events! He should have known better, all Luffy's crew are twisted like him, you're no exception. But the horror is, even Bepo is pushing him to complete a task he feels incapable of doing without experiencing serious repercussions. He sends a dark look in the direction of Bepo, the traitor. The bear has no regrets.

"Toraaaaaoooo! Quick! Your patient is dying!! You're not going to let my writer die!?"

You continue coughing with great exaggeration and drop onto the bed, one hand to your forehead, looking sick. You're not the best actress, but to make Luffy laugh, you give it your all. You know very well that Law isn't going to comply with such a request. You pull your hand away from your eyes and are surprised to see the surgeon diving towards you.

“Fine.”

Law, the stoic and often unapproachable captain, holding you with a tenderness you never expected. The contrast between his usual demeanor and the vulnerability he's showing in this moment leaves you pleasantly disoriented. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours, and the sensation is both comforting and electrifying. Luffy and Bepo cheers in the background fade into a distant hum as you focus on the unexpected intimacy of the hug. Law's grip is firm, yet there's a gentleness that contradicts his fearsome reputation.

As you stand there enveloped in his embrace, you can't help but marvel at the complexity of the man known as the "Surgeon of Death." It's a side of him that few get to witness.

As the seconds tick away, you find yourself torn between savoring the rarity of the moment and the anticipation of what might come next. Your friend's victory celebrations continue around you, but in this quiet cocoon, it's just you and Law, sharing an intimate hug.

The scene ends quickly, much to your chagrin. Law hides behind his hat and turns his back.

"Straw Hat-ya wants a private talk with his writer."

"Oh, all right!"

Before getting out of bed, Bepo gives you a hug and a kiss on the head, which you gladly accept. You laugh softly and pat the polar bear on the back, thanking him for the lovely night. As the Heart duo leave the room, Luffy jumps on you and wraps his arms around your waist. Your bodies are stuck together. You know something's bothering him.

"Why didn't you wake me up last night?"

"I didn't want to disturb you. I had a nightmare, it's nothing to be alarmed about."

Your answer doesn't satisfy the younger man. He thinks for a few seconds and rests his head on your chest, continuing to look into your eyes.

"It's okay if you want to keep your secrets and not talk about how you feel, but you can ask me, us, for help when you need it. You don't have to suffer in silence, m'okay?"

"Okay..."

"I have bad dreams too, I don't always want to talk about them, but Zoro is always there to reassure me that they're just nightmares and nothing else. If you don't feel well at night, you can come and see me."

"Thank you Captain, I appreciate it very much."

"Shishishi, anything for my writer! I need you in shape to write our adventures!"

You roll your eyes and drop your head on the pillow.

"Luffy?"

"Hm?"

"Make me laugh, please."

You're expecting a bad joke, a story Luffy has experienced in the last few days or an impersonation, but he surprises you by tickling your ribs. Your laughter blends into the room, creating a positive atmosphere. You try to pull yourself out of the hug, but Luffy holds you against him and won't let go. You cry with laughter and start tickling your captain in revenge. It almost feels like a fight!

You feel good.

Luffy slowly stops tickling you and separates from you. He jumps off the bed and holds out his hand.

"Let's go eat!"

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[thatoneoldguy]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—“i just wanna be one of your girls tonight,”

pairing: geto suguru x fem! reader

synopsis: you’ve had a crush on your brother’s best friend for a long time, and just wanted to have his attention at least once

content: smut, weed consumption, blowing smoke into your mouth, choking, fingering, mirror sex, praise

You would do anything for the attention of Geto Suguru. There was just something about him that you needed. Yes he was your brother’s best friend. And yes he was three years older than you. But that really meant nothing.

Your teeth bit down painfully on your bottom lip as you watched Geto flirt with an older girl. His signature smirk on his face as he leaned onto her locker, hands in his pocket with his lips moving in the sweetest words.

You wish it could’ve been you. The way she got shy, her face flushed red as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear with a perfectly manicured nail.

All you could do was watch with longing as his arm wrapped around her waist, her head on his side before they began walking the halls together. His smirk never faltered as he nodded along to her words.

Lucky. You thought to yourself, a tight lipped smile painted on your face.

You finished packing away your books, slamming the metal blue door shut before making your way to class. You’d always be his best friend’s little sister.

“Fuck- sorry..” you trailed off as you looked up to find his eyes staring back down at you. A smile on his face and his eyebrow raised as broad hands held onto your waist to steady your frame. “Language sweetheart. And careful now, wouldn’t want Gojo to kill me, would we?” he teased.

Your mouth opening and closing with no words escaping. “U-uh y-eah, well n-no, i mean no.” So fucking embarrassing.

Geto only chuckled, shaking his head in amusement then walking off with a grin. “Bye little Gojo.”

There he goes with that stupid nickname again.

…

The day goes by with nothing on your mind. Well, except Geto of course. He would be coming over to your house later to hang out with your brother. And as always, they would have girls over.. and you weren’t invited as Gojo put it.

Leaving your classroom, you passed by your locker to collect your things. Swinging your bag over your shoulder and making your way to the school’s doors. “Hey y/n,” a deep voice called. Turning around to see Geto jogging up to you with a girl’s arm hooked around his. A brunette this time.. great.

“Yeah?”

“Gojo asked for me to take you home, so you’re stuck with me.” He stated, winking jokingly before draping his arm over your shoulder as he walked you and his girl of the day to his vehicle.

If only he knew what that mere gesture did to you.

You took a seat in the back of his vehicle. Awkwardly watching as his hand squeezed the thigh of the girl in the passenger’s seat, massaging her skin until she was looking at the side of his face with nothing but want.

You blinked your attention away from them, resting your head back and looking out the car window instead. The ride to your house was silent apart from the girl’s constant giggling. And you kept your focus on anything but them, missing the way Geto glanced back through the rear view mirror. His head tilted and a small smile on his face.

She’s jealous, cute.

…

“We’re here,” Geto announced.

Walking into the house and greeting your brother in a hug before flopping down on the couch with his girl on his lap.

Gojo had his own blonde sat next to him, her legs on his lap as she played with his hair. “Hello little sister, not even gonna greet your favorite big brother hello?”

You gave a short wave before going up to your room, locking the door shut before flopping onto your bed. You wanted him.. so bad.

Maybe if you were just two years older.. granted, 18 and 21 wasn’t even that bad.. but maybe he would watch you then.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you heard loud music fill the house, the group most likely beginning their drinking and make out session by now.

Grabbing your phone, you plugged in your earphones. One of The Girls by the weeknd blasting through your ears as you let your mind wander. Geto, his hands, on your body.

You let out a soft whimper as you allowed your hand to roam to your chest, squeezing your tits and rolling your nipples between your soft fingertips.

“Mmm..” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours as you trailed it lower, slowly pulling down your pants and letting it slip inside the white lace of your panties. “Fuck.. Suguru,” your fingers rubbed along the line of your slit, teasing your clit before you finally allowed them to dip into your wetness.

“A-ah, so good,” you threw your head back into your pillow, thrusting your fingers in and out of your dripping heat with desperation. Trying your hardest to curl them to reach that good spot. Almost there.

“Fuck.” you yelled out in frustration, they were not enough. You needed his. His long, veiny fingers.. you needed them in you, around your neck, squeezing at your flesh. Anything.

Sighing loudly, you stood up. Walking over to the door of you and your brother’s shared master bathroom. You would usually knock. But he and his friends were clearly getting drunk— and high, downstairs. So there was no need.

Pushing the door open, your eyes widened at the sight of Geto leaned over your counter. A blunt between his lips as red eyes stared at you through the mirror, his face drenched with water.

“A-am sorry, I thought it was e-empty.” you rushed out, your thighs clenching as you watched his muscles flex as he gripped the counter’s edge even harder.

“Wait,” he called out, stopping you mid track from closing your side of the door. “Come here.”

You gulped hard, shakily walking over to him. “Y-yeah?” Geto smirked, “you know, it’s cute how flustered you get around me.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up, your brain scrambling to find something to say. Geto only chuckled, “wanna try?” holding the blunt out in your direction. “I.. I don't think Gojo would like that.”

He shrugged, “I won’t tell.” Before stalking over to you and backing you up against the counter. You yelped as his arms hooked under your thighs, swiftly lifting you onto the counter top before situating himself between your legs.

Geto’s fingers hooked onto your chin, your eyes meeting his as he lifted your head towards him. “Open.” You did as told, parting your lips and watching as he took a hit, blowing the smoke into your open mouth before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your stomach burned with heat, your pussy drenched as his lips found your neck. You let out a soft moan, your hands wrapping around his neck while your fingers tugged at the back of his hair. “What about your girlfriend downstairs?” you spoke between moans.

“Not my girlfriend.” he reassured “And tonight’s all about you.”

You were in heaven, it was even better than you imagined.

Setting the rolled paper down, Geto helped you remove your shirt, pinching your nipples and twisting them softly just to hear you moan. “You sound so pretty.”

Geto hurriedly peeled off his shirt, his abs on display making you bite your tongue. “Touch them.”

“W-what?”

“Go ahead, touch them.” Grabbing your hands and placing them on the hard muscles.

You could only whimper when Geto pulled your pants off of you, his eyes going dark at the sight of the white lace covering your pussy.

He looked down at you with a look of confirmation, you looking up at him through long lashes as you nodded. “Please.”

That was all he needed, ripping the flimsy material off of you and admiring your glistening cunt. His fingers found your wetness, rubbing up and down before sinking them into you. A loud moan escaping your lips making his eyes widen.

“Shhh, don’t wanna get caught do you.”

Geto’s free hand made its way up to your mouth, muffling your mewls as he curled his fingers up into you. Perfect. They were hitting inside you so good, and you allowed yourself to moan his name over and over into his palm. His eyes never leaving yours as he fingered you dumb.

Your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open, drool coating his hand as you rocked back and forth on the marble top. It was happening, it was actually happening.

“Is this what you wanted baby? This what you been waiting for?”

You nodded, your eyes teary as the pads of his fingers pressed into your g spot with every thrust. Your legs hooked tightly around his waist, your toes curling as you began to tremble.

“Cum for me,” he whispered in your ear, hot tongue making you moan out as he nibbled on your lobe. You could only let out a soft cry as you clenched down on his fingers, rocking your hips onto his hand and fucking yourself through your high.

Geto watched in pure lust as you came, your glassy eyes looking up at him before shutting in pleasure, your head falling back as you met your release. You looked like a fucking angel in his eyes. And he wanted nothing more than to be the demon to corrupt you.

“Good girl.” he smirked.

You smiled, your eyes trailing to the blunt once more, making Geto’s smirk grow impossibly wider. Picking it up and bringing it to your plump lips. “Inhale... there we go. Now let it sit.. and exhale.” he coaxed, “You like that?”

Your head felt so dizzy, intoxicated even. And you nodded, watching as Geto took his own hit before blowing it out onto your face.

His fingers were dripping with your slick, and he brought them up to his mouth with a smug smile. Using his tongue to lick up your sweetness before connecting his lips to yours again. The kiss was hard, sloppy, and you moaned loudly into him.

Pulling away, Geto flipped you over. Using his knee to spread your legs apart and push your chest down onto the cold marble. You let out a needy whine, meeting his eyes in the mirror as his hand wrapped around your neck. The other lining his cock up with your hole. He let out a choked groan as he eased into you. A loud moan being drawn past your lips.

“S-so tight, fuck.” Geto’s lips parted in a loud groan, using his now free hand to pin both your smaller hands behind your back. “Beg me.. beg me to ruin you.”

You let out a broken cry. “P-please Geto.. please fuck me, ruin me, anything. ‘M all yours.”

You let out a string of high pitched noises when he began slamming his hips into yours. His tip piercing deep into you with every thrust.

“F-fuck, y-you’re.. s-so,” you let out a broken mewl, “so d-deep.” Geto tightened his hold on your neck, lifting your head slightly to force your eyes to stay on his. A deep growl sounding in his throat when you closed them.

“Look at me when i fuck you.” he demanded, your eyes shooting open and meeting his immediately.

Your mouth hung open in a small o. Soundless cries filling the room as you watched your body jerk forward with each movement of his hips.

You were so tight around him. Even tighter than he had imagined. And he couldn’t help the moans leaving his own mouth as he destroyed your pussy.

“Does that feel good? Does my cock feel good inside you baby?”

You nodded with a whimper, your breathing heavy as you were forced to watch yourself be fucked dumb.

“Words sweetheart.”

“Y-yes, it feels s-so good Suguru.”

“That’s my girl.”

You could feel your legs going weak, your knees trembling as you were fucked into the counter. “Nngh- Sugu,” you moaned, a smirk on his face as he thought back to mere minutes ago when you were moaning his name from your bed. Now you didn’t have to imagine, he was right there.

“‘M so close,” you mewled.

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess for me? Show me how much you wanted this?”

His back hunched as he flattened his chest against you, the position allowing him to hit deeper than you thought was possible.

“F-fuck,” you cried out, your eyes widening with tears as you felt his dick fucking you so deep, so good. The pleasure was too intense. The coil in your stomach painfully ready to snap.

“Look at how good you look when you fall apart on my cock. Come on baby— cum for me again.” He encouraged as he rolled his hips up into you, forgetting about being quiet as he relished in your loud moans and cries. You sounded so pretty for him. And for him only.

A loud scream fell past your lips when his dick hammered against your g spot. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as you began to gush around him. Eyes rolling back as you basked in the pleasure from your high.. the highest you’d ever been.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he dragged out, breathing getting heavy and his thrusts sloppy as he gave your pussy its final thrusts.

“Wish i could fill you up more than anything. Fuck, wanna make you mine. Wanted to for so long.” he moaned, voice cracking slightly as his abs tensed.

Geto groaned, pulling out of you before spilling his cum onto your ass, his head thrown back as he let rope after rope fall onto your plush flesh.

Strong hands held you up before you collapsed, holding you tight against him as he breathed heavily into your back. Your chest heaving in an attempt to steady your own breathing.

Your heart clenched as your eyes trailed over the scene in the mirror. You, Suguru.. together, sweat coating both of your skins.

Geto’s voice was soft as he mumbled, “Want you so bad.. need you to be mine. I can’t wait anymore.”

Your heart rate sped up as you felt your tears at the brink of falling. This wasn’t a dream. “I— I..” you were at a loss of words.. he wanted you too.

“It’s okay, I know. You don’t quite make it discreet.” he joked, pulling you into a tight hug and placing a kiss onto your head.

Geto cursed, letting out a long sigh and picking up the still lit blunt. Taking a puff before releasing it above your head. “What the fuck am i supposed to say if Gojo finds out.”

Oh yeah.. your brother. He would most definitely not approve.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door. A very drunk Gojo slurring, “Yo Suguru? You in there? I need to piss.”

Geto only shook his head with a silent laugh. While you, you couldn’t be bothered. You had him. You actually had him. Suguru was yours. And you weren’t just one of his girls. You were his girl.

[thatoneoldguy]

Just Give In

new fic per request! ♡︎

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: established relationship, consensual somnophilia, begging, throat-fucking, slight degradation, praise, use of "good girl", sleepy sex, riding, cock-warming.

summary: law is an insomniac. law and reader have an established relationship & mutual agreement regarding somnophilia. reader sucks law off while he sleeps. law wakes up & sleepy sex ensues ♡︎

word count: ~3,000

tagging: @bby-deerling @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron @shamblespirate @eelnoise @maddddstuff

(only slightly proofread bc i need to go to sleep. ironic, right?)

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

Just Give In

A restful night’s sleep wasn’t a pleasure Law typcially found on his agenda. 

Sleeping for more than four hours at a time was almost too indulgent for him; a taste that was rare, forbidden, almost. 

He seldom found himself able to close his eyes long enough to feel fully rested, yet, he persisted, like he always did, working incessantly through the day, accompanied by nothing but the dark circles that tainted the skin beneath his eyes.

Despite the heaviness weighing upon his eyelids, sleep always eluded him like a distant desire; unrealistic, unattainable. His mind, always restless and relentless, simply refused to succumb to the peaceful embrace of sleep. He tries to rest, but to no avail, tossing and turning in the sheets with each gentle sway of the Polar Tang.

Today was different, though. 

Your crew had recently partaken in a particularly difficult battle, and to say that Law was exhausted was quite the understatement. He was drained; completely depleted of everything within him.

He had stretched his abilities to their utmost limits, and now, he lay before you in a state unlike any you've ever witnessed — utterly spent and motionless.

Bepo is attempting to set Law up against some pillows on his bed, but of course, he’s protesting, weakly shooing the bear away. 

“Enough, Bepo,” he rasps out, “I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”

“But Captainnn-” the mink whines, teetering back and forth from foot to foot, “You saved our lives. It’s the least I can do-” 

“Saving your asses isn’t forgein to me, Bepo,” Law sighs, pain evident in his tone. He leans his head back against the plush fabric of the pillows, “All of you,” his eyes open again, steel irises scanning between you and your crewmates as you stood anxiously against the walls of your captain’s quarters, “Out.” 

You knew better than to disobey Law, especially when he was in such a terrible state, so you swallowed your pride and followed your crewmates’ lead, letting out a heavy sigh before turning towards the door. 

“Wait,” Law’s voice prompts you to turn your head, your wide eyes meeting his half-lidded ones as he musters a weak smirk, “Not you.” 

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After some more convincing from his captain, Bepo finally relinquished supervision over Law, slowly making his way towards the door, trading places with you as you took his previous seat on the edge of the bed. 

The polar bear takes a few more anxious glances over towards you two, “You’ve got him, right, y/n?” he persists. 

You smile softly to reassure your distressed crewmate, “I’ve got him, Bepo.”

He smiles in response, letting out a relieved sigh, apprehension aided by your confidence. 

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You wait until Bepo’s furry form disappears into the hallway before opening your mouth to speak, turning your head towards Law again.

“So, Law,” you begin, but as your eyes meet his condition, your voice catches in your throat, and the remainder of your sentence fades into a whisper.

He’s asleep. 

Your heart feels funny in your chest at the sight of him, but you can’t quite place the feeling. 

He’s stirring slightly, softly snoring, inked chest rising and falling with each breath. 

He looks beautiful. 

Even though the two have you had been dating for quite some time, you had never seen him asleep. 

Your boyfriend was an insomniac in every sense of the word, and every night, as you both retired to your shared bed, you inevitably drifted off to sleep before him. Occasionally, you'd awaken throughout the night, only to find him absent from your side. You'd grope through the darkness, waiting for your eyes to acclimate to the dimness, until you could locate him. More often than not, he'd be bent over his desk, engrossed in jotting notes in his notebook or poring over the pages of a medical textbook.

This sight was unfamiliar, to the extent that witnessing him in such a seemingly normal human state verged on feeling forbidden.

Your mind begins to race, but you don’t try to catch it. 

The two of you had engaged in somnophilia a few times throughout your relationship; you’d often awaken to the feeling of Law’s hot tongue lapping at your aching slit, slender fingers engulfed within your tight cunt. 

You were always on the receiving end, of course, but you often found yourself fantasizing about what it would be like to take on the role of the giver.

And so, as you gazed upon Law sleeping soundly, his previous words reverberated in your mind,

“I doubt you ever will, but if you happen to catch me asleep sometime, you’re welcome to indulge.”

You could vividly remember his expression and the tone of his voice when he said it—confident, smug, almost, as if he were utterly convinced you'd never get the opprotunity.

Law was always busy; always working, always thinking, always disturbed. 

He was pretty fickle when it came to sex, and you constantly remained unsure of what side of him you’d be encountering each time the two of you entered the bedroom. 

But here he was; sleeping, peaceful, undisturbed. 

And you just couldn’t fucking help yourself. 

You release a trembling, apprehensive breath before surrendering to your desires.

Your hand finds itself on his strong thigh, but he stirs a bit, making you jump slightly. 

However, to your contentment, he remains asleep, turning his head to the side, unconsciously giving you more access to his neck. 

You bite your bottom lip before slowly sliding your hand up his leg.

You admire him like he’s a work of art in a museum; taking a mental picture of every dip and curve of his muscles, every line of black ink that decorates his tan skin, every indent of his abs, each hair on his chin, you worship it all. 

And so, you persist, delicate hands continuing their silent work.

You slowly and carefully straddle his waist as your fingers begin to work at the buttons of his shirt. You peel the fabric from his body, your heart racing within your chest, its pounding reverberating in your ears, causing your head to feel flushed with heat.

Your hands slide up his toned abdomen, fingertips finding themselves tracing the intriquite lines of the ink adorning his skin. 

You can’t help but let out a shaky, quiet moan, obsessed with the way his muscular torso looked cradled between your thighs. 

In this moment, you are nothing but a devotee, tracing his form, limb by limb, each imperfection of his skin burning into your skull as if they were put there simply to be admired by you. His body was a masterpiece, one that you’d gladly study over and over again, obsessively, till you could recite his every feature in your head in perfect detail. 

You carefully lean forward to place gentle kisses and love bites along his chest, down his stomach, taking precautionary glances up to his face to ensure he was still asleep. 

His eyes are shut, but his breathing has changed slightly; it's more labored, now, coming out in quiet huffs as he slightly trembles beneath you. 

You continue your gentle pursuit, rubbing your hands up and down his sides as you kiss along his happy trail, giggling softly to yourself at how the coarse hairs tickle your lips.  Each touch is a prayer, each gaze a hymn, and you relish in the way the feeling of his warm skin seems to seep into your own. 

Your hands tremble as you work at the button and zipper of his jeans, fearful that the noise will awaken him. It doesn’t, though, and you find satisfaction in your accomplishment, impressed by your own skill.

Now for the difficult part: pulling his pants down. 

You cursed at Law in your head; although you had always found his love of skinny jeans sexy, you now found it rather…inconvenient. 

You anxiously bit at the tender flesh on your inner cheek as you looped your fingers around his waistband, taking a deep breath in before abandoning all caution and pulling his jeans down. 

He stirs, as expected, but doesn’t awaken, simply letting out a low groan and screwing his eyes shut tighter. 

Your eyes widen at the sight of him in nothing but his underwear; to your surprise, he’s hard, and the realization makes your cheeks flush with heat. 

You lean down, warm breath meeting his crotch, peppering his clothed cock with gentle kisses. 

His head rolls back and his back arches a bit, an unconscious moan erupting from within his chest. The abrupt noise halts you in your steps, prompting a swift glance back at your sleeping boyfriend. You gaze at him in awe as he doesn’t awaken, just twitches beneath your touch.

You bite the waistband of his boxers, clenching the fabric between your teeth as you pull them down, finally freeing his twitching, needy cock. 

The sight makes you inhale sharply, breath caught in your throat as you take in the unfamiliar sight of Trafalgar Law fully exposed before you; naked, vulnerable. 

You inch forwards, closing your eyes before opening your mouth and sliding your hot tongue along his thick shaft. Your tongue leaves a stripe of glistening saliva in its wake, the substance lewdly decorating your boyfriend’s pulsing cock.  

“Mmmggf,” Law groans at this, and his hands ball into fists at his sides, gripping the sheets. 

Your feel your core tighten at the sound, heat flooding your veins and collecting in your aching sex. You persist, lust at the forefront of your brain, taking his weeping tip into your soft, warm mouth. You hum around his head, delighted at the feeling of him filling  your mouth. 

He winces, back arching off the mattress as his eyes screw shut tighter, unconsciously reaching down to grab at your hair. 

You circle your tongue around his tip a few times before slowly beginning to bob your head up and down, taking his shaft down your tight throat, captivated by the feeling of his thick vein pulsing against your tongue. 

“M-mmm!” Law whines weakly in his sleep, trembling beneath you, completely at mercy to you and your wicked mouth. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him in harder, moving your head up and down more passionately now, determined to make him erupt down your throat.

The unmistakable sounds of gagging and slobbering fill the room, and your cunt twitches at the lewdness of the situation, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together for any sort of stimulation. 

Suddenly, you feel the familiar sensation of fingers yanking on your strands, making you tilt your gaze upwards, your captain’s cock still eveloped within your mouth as you anxiously look up at him.  

Your eyes widen as they meet the state of him; he’s awake, eyes half-lidded and blown with lust as he gazes down at you. His face is red and flustered, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead, aided by his sweat. His face looks unlike how you’d ever seen it before, and it feels like his stare is burning holes into your face. 

He looks entirely and utterly needy.

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” he groans breathlessly, teeth clenched, each word punctuated like a growl; desperate. 

But before you can even think about responding, he’s manuvered your hair into a ponytail within his grip before thrusting his hips upwards into your mouth, throat-fucking you mercilessly. 

“Nghh,” he groans, throwing his head back against the pillows as he continues to relentlessly thrust his hips, making you whimper and gag around his length. 

“You wanted it,” he groans, his voice tinged with a smug tone, “Now take it.” 

“M-mm!” you whimper around his shaft as he continues to abuse your throat, earning a low, guttural groan from within his chest, 

“Good girl, that’s it,” he praises, “Take that cock.” 

The grip he has on your strands is unwavering as he continues to fuck your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each pass, making you gag, tears spilling from your eyes. 

His body grows tense and you know he’s getting close, his thrusts becoming sloppy and unsynchronized. 

His pelvis continuously bumps against your face as he continues, the hair from his happy trail tickling your nose. 

“F-Fuckkk-” he rasps out, body shuddering beneath you as he unapologetically bursts down your throat, hot ropes of his semen tainting your esophagus and inner cheeks. 

You cough, pulling off him, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks. 

You gaze at up him, eyes teary and wide, fearful that he was angry at you for disturbing his sleep. 

He’s breathing heavily, tattooed chest rising and falling frantically. His face is flushed pink and sweaty, fucked-out. He lets out a shaky breath before speaking, 

“Come on, y/n,” he smirks, still attempting to catch his breath, “Don’t tell me you can’t finish what you started.” 

His persistence and brashness causes your core to tighten once more, heat rushing through your body, making your limbs tingle. 

His words command you like puppet stings, your obedience unwavering as you straddle him once again.

You take a moment to remove your clothes before seating your bare pussy against his throbbing, desperate cock. 

In a final attempt to tease him, you begin to rock your hips, grinding your leaking slit against his impressive length. 

“Enough,” he groans impatiently, “Show me what you really want, y/n.” 

And so, you surrender to your longing, allowing it to take control as you grab ahold of Law’s cock, positioning him at your entrance before slowly sinking down. 

You hiss at the sting, the sensation painful but not unfamiliar. The two of you moan in sync as you continue to lower yourself, the feeling of his big cock stuffing you full was almost too much for either of you. 

You want to tease him more; slow down, pull off, anything to give you some control back, but he’s desperate, and you’re no better. You instantaneously give in to your desires, sinking down all the way and leaning down to kiss him as his cock is now fully engulfed within you. His lips meet yours with such urgency and desperation it makes your head spin. He groans weakly into your mouth, “Come on, baby,” his voice is strained, a rare inflection that you knew was for you only, “Move for me-” 

You comply, giving in to his command and beginning your dirty work, slowly starting to rock your hips back and forth, delicious moans erupting from the mouth of the trembling man beneath you. 

“F-Fuck,” he slurs, voice raspy, “more,” he groans, grasping at your hips. 

You begin to bounce on his cock, grounding yourself by resting your hands on his strong chest. You let let your head roll back, becoming absorbed in the feeling of Law’s impressive cock sliding in and out of you, pulsing against your tight walls. 

“You’re so damn tight,” he groans through clenched teeth, “That pussy’s so fucking good to me.”

His praise only makes you work harder, grinding you hips back and forth to gain some friction against your aching clit as you continue to bounce up and down, your skillful hips and tight cunt earning more weary moans from him. 

He reaches up to grasp at your tits, molding them in his strong hands and pinching at your erect nipples, making you squeak.

“Mm-mm, Lawww-” you whine wearily, heat racing through your veins as your head begins to grow tingly. 

Your legs begin to tremble as you continue to ride him, and he notices you losing momentum. 

“Here, baby,” he chuckles softly in between groans, “I’ve got you.” 

Law grabs your hips and holds you up, opting to thrust into you from below, making you squeal at the new sensation. 

He’s still exhausted, of course, so his thrusts are slow and sleepy, but unforgiving nonetheless.

Your tight walls continue to restrict and twitch around his aching cock, and each time his tip lazily brushes against your cervix, you both feel yourselves coming undone. 

“Fuck," he rasps out, “Not gonna last long.” 

Law continues to weakly thrust into you, and the sounds of wet squelching and skin-hitting-skin fill the room. 

Your breaths are labored and hot as you kiss again, moaning wearily into one another’s mouths. 

You’re both close, desperately chasing your impending orgasms. 

“L-Law-” you cry out shakily into his mouth, a warm, tingling sensation enveloping your body as you cum, gushing around his cock as you collapse onto his chest. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he grits his teeth, mustering a few more weak thrusts and groaning loudly before finally spilling his hot seed into you.

 “Fuck, I love you.” he gazes into your eyes, cradling your head in his strong hand and kissing the top of it before letting his head fall back down to the pillows. 

He lets out one final sigh before giving in to his body’s needs, stiffening beneath you and closing his eyes, allowing sleep to take him once again. 

You offer a gentle smile and press a tender kiss to his cheek before closing your own eyes, your body tensing as it prepares itself for sleep. 

“I love you, too, Law,” you murmur softly, following your captain's lead and slowly drifting off to sleep. 

[thatoneoldguy]

i got the new one piece episode plot. basically there’s Trafalgar Law except he’s got huge boobs. i mean some serious honkers. a real set of badonkers. packin some dobonhonkeros. massive dohoonkabhankoloos. big ol’ tonhongerekoogers. what happens next?! his crew shows up with even bigger bonkhonagahoogs. humongous hungolomghononoloughongous

[thatoneoldguy]

Where They Take You On a Date • OP Men HC• (SFW)

Fem!reader

CW: Lots of Fluff, kissing, slightly suggestive

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Law,

Cee’s Note: This literally made me so happy writing this. They are all so 😍 anyways hope y’all enjoy

Luffy

Fair Date

The island that the Sunny was currently docked at had a local fair that Luffy couldn’t wait to take you to.

Be prepared to be dragged on every single ride there. If he sees you’re nervous or scared he will hold your hand and give you his famous grin.

“Don’t be scared Y/N, I got you”

As much as he loves riding rides, he loves the fair food even more. He will literally splurge all the money on fair food shdjdj

He catches you glancing at a cute stuffed animal that was on display at one of the fair game booths. He was determined to win you that stuffed animal at all costs. When he did, he gave you it, earning him a kiss on the cheek.

The last ride you two went on was the ferris wheel. Once you guys make it to the top, you get nervous being so high up. Luffy once again comforts you only this time, he presses his lips against yours.

Your nerves vanish and all your focus was how good his lips felt on you. As the kiss deepened, you felt his hand go up your skirt. Good thing you two were so high up, where no one could see what occurred next 🤭

Zoro

Dinner/bar date

Zoro is a simple man. He usually prefers just quality time with you on the ship whether it’s training together or taking naps on the deck. However, you guys been dating for a while and he decided to take you out on a real date.

He took you to this fancy restaurant that Nami and Robin suggested when he had asked them for advice.

The menu was filled with food you two have never heard of sgdjdj

“How the hell do you even pronounce that?”

You found it sweet that Zoro was trying hard to make this date special but you could tell this was not him.

He was relieved when you suggested to leave the restaurant and go to a bar instead.

The night was filled with laughs as you both got absolutely hammered at that bar

You two may or may not have ended up making out and getting frisky in the bar’s bathroom 👀

Sanji

Picnic date

Ok let’s be real, this man already caters to your every needs on the regular. But today was a special day, it was your anniversary.

Sanji decided to convince the crew to ditch the ship for the day so that you guys would be alone.

He set up a surprise picnic date for you on the deck of the ship. Rose petals were littered all around the blanket. The spread was filled with all your favorite foods and desserts and your favorite wine.

You were in awe at the display and almost teared up at the sight. You told Sanji he didn’t have to do all this for you.

“Nothing but the best for my beautiful angel”

After you guys finished eating, he had given you a small box with a bow on top. Inside was a necklace with his name on it.

Let’s just say you decided to give him his anniversary present right there and then instead of waiting for the bedroom 😉

Usopp

Beach date

Usopp decides to take advantage of the warm sun and plan a beach day with you.

Usopp is playful so your beach day is filled with you chasing each other on the sand and splashing water at each other in the water

You thought it would be funny to bury his body in sand which resulted in him making up a bunch of lies not to do it.

“Sorry Y/N, I happen to have a condition that prevents me from being buried in sand or i’ll die. Hahaha”

He eventually gives in and lets you because you gave him a cute pout. Everything was fine until a crab crawled on top of him and he started freaking out sgdjdj

While you guys were swimming in the water, Usopp grabs you by the waist to come closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around him. His hands hold you up by your thighs as he leans in to give you a deep kiss.

He brings one hand to your bikini bra strap and starts to slip it down. As much as he likes you in your bikini, he would rather have it off 👀

Law

Night stroll date

Like Zoro, Law is another one who enjoys the simple things and isn’t big on grand gestures.

Today you wanted to go out instead of being in his office, but Law kept shooing you away saying he was busy with work.

It was evening now and he felt guilty for ignoring you all day, so he decided to make it up to you.

“Y/N-ya, come walk with me”

The town you guys were docked at was known for having the prettiest city lights and night life.

He held your hand as you two walked through the town checking out the scenery.

While you gazed at the lights, Law couldn’t help but admire you. Yeah the lights were pretty, but he thought you were more beautiful.

His arm wrapped around your waist giving it a slight squeeze, causing you too look up at him. The look on his face you knew all too well.

Let’s just say your walk was cut short for obvious reasons 😏

[thatoneoldguy]

The Tie That Binds

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: very dom!law, sub/bratty!reader, bondage, rope usage (law ties reader up), orgasm denial, power play (law is in charge, he's a bit mean but makes up for it ♡︎ ) teasing, edging, mating press, prone bone, nasty rough sex, use of "good girl" & "sweetheart"

word count: ~2,000

tagging: @bby-deerling @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron @shamblespirate @eelnoise @maddddstuff

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

The Tie That Binds

The velvet rope around your wrists that had previously caused you pain; their fibers burning into your skin with each writhe of your body, seem to keep you grounded, now, somehow, as Law maintains a bruising grip on your hips, pummeling his length into your needy cunt. 

His brutal pace and ever-tightening grip are almost too much to bear, and you find yourself slipping away to find solace beneath your eyelids; they're screwed shut, stars dancing beneath them and erupting into sparks with each vicious bump of his tip to your cervix. 

“You’re good, yeah?” his tone is gentle but authoritative; not even wanting to give you a taste of something he knew you couldn't handle--power, control. 

The sound of his voice is persuasive, pulling you back in. You rejoin the shared embrace to find yourself a desperate, shaking mess beneath him, completely at mercy to Trafalgar Law and his beloved red rope. 

Law regularly walks the thin line that stretches between unyielding dominance and genuine concern; constantly teetering between intimidating sternness and unapologetic affection. 

The way he fucks is no different; tightroping the fragile barrier between rearranging your insides and passionately loving you, telling you what a slut you are, and cooing sweet nothings into your ears. 

You found yourself this way; panting, coated in sweat, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks as Law fucks you mercilessly, as a direct result of your relentless bratiness. You had recently taken an interest in pushing your Captain's buttons, testing the waters to see how much you coud get away with before he finally snapped. 

And here he was, above you, railing you barbarically, having snapped to the point of no return. 

You knew he wouldn't stop until the brashness of his thrusts filled your skull with thoughts of nothing but him and his gifted cock; beating into you the friendly reminder that he was in charge. 

And today, he opted to reassert his authority with an object you had become quite familiar with; a lengthy strand of crimson velvet rope.  

He has you on your back with your arms above your head, bound together at your wrists, fastened to the headboard. 

He’s manuevered your legs to dangle over his shoulders so he can get as deep as possible, grunting as he inches his lengthy cock further into you. 

You’re flustered and squirming beneath him as he continues to bully the soft, tight walls of your cunt. The rope begins to grow loose as the result of your frantic movements, and you make a pathetic attempt to free your hands, but Law’s already one step ahead of you--like he always is-- and quickly grasps onto your sore wrists. 

“Pitiful” he tsks, halting the heaves of his hips for just a moment to retie your hands. 

“Lawww,” you whine weakly, throwing your head back to let out a shaky, meek moan.

“Come on, baby” he purrs, leaning down to lick along the shell of your flushed ear,  “You know I'll make it worth it.” 

You refrain from protesting, merely whimpering in acknowledgment, fully aware that victory in this argument is an unattainable feat. 

He begins again, flooding your head with warmth as the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your insides commences. 

He’s groaning, unusually vocal tonight, wanting to instill in you the severity of this punishment by immediately resuming his rough, hectic pace, without giving you time to adjust again.

“L-Law-!” you moan again, this noise more of a scream, coming from deep within your chest. 

“Listen to yourself, y/n,” he groans, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “As if you didn’t beg me to do this.” 

“M-mm, fuck!” you cry out, mustering the strength to open your eyes and look at his smug face while he pounds you into the mattress. 

“Did you really think that shameful behavior would go unnoticed, brat?” he teases through clenched teeth, undertones of both arrogance and arousal evident in his tone. 

Even if you wanted to respond, the way he has your body jolting with each harsh thrust makes it essentially impossible; only weak murmurs and sad excuses for words escaping from your slack jaw. 

“What was that?” a smirk pulls at his lips again as he gazes down at your fucked-out face, “Use your words, sweetheart.”

He knows he’s already fucking you so well you can barely form coherent thoughts, but he’s a determined bastard, as is his custom, always in pursuit of new ways to turn you to mush. 

He takes the opportunity to move a hand down, slender fingers suddenly rubbing tight, lazy circles into your swollen clit as he continues to force his cock into you. 

“F-Fuck, Law-!” a breathy moan erupts from your chest at the overwhelming sensation, your legs beginning to tremble as they hang over your captain’s strong shoulders. 

“Oh,” he purrs, biting his bottom lip smugly as he gazes down at you, “So she does speak” 

“Mm-mhmm,” you whine, voice trembling as you gaze up at the confident man above you. 

The unbelievable sensation of his thick cock re-shaping your pulsing walls, his blunt tip kissing your cervix with each pass, coupled with the feeling of his balls slapping against your spent hole and his skilled fingers on your clit has you deliciously overstimulated. You sense yourself nearing the threshold of your rapidly approaching orgasm, but right before you can reach it, Law pulls out of you, making quick work of untying your wrists. 

You hiss and whine needily at the sudden loss, “Lawww…” you whine shamelessly, “Why did you stopppp?”

He gives no explanation, just smirks and grabs your hips, swiftly flipping you onto your stomach. 

“Arch your back for me, baby,” he instructs, and you oblige immediately, having been conditioned well by your power-hungry captain, knowing never to disobey his commands.

Right as you comply, Law slides a strong, tattooed arm beneath you, holding your butt up by your pelvis. 

He wastes no time in promptly positioning his cock back at your needy entrance, intruding again without warning. 

“A-Ah, L-Law-!” you cry out at the feeling of his thick tip re-entering you unexpectedly. 

“Tell me, y/n,” he begins, tilting his head down to groan in your ear, making your back lie flush with his inked chest, “Tell me how badly you wanted this, how badly you needed this.” 

“L-Law…” you whimper weakly at the obscenity of his words, blood flooding into your cheeks. 

He pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you, hard. 

The abrupt intrusion prompts a scream to escape from your throat, but Law stays still, now fully engulfed within your tight, fluttering walls. 

You feel his cock twitch inside you as he remains unmoving, “Tell me, or I won’t move,” he threatens. 

The fear of not reaching your orgasm overpowers the fear of admitting defeat by a landslide, so you give in, arching your back at a more extreme angle to receive any sort of stimulation.

“I-I behaved like that,” you begin, letting out a cry as Law’s free hand finds itself in your hair, yanking the strands sternly so you look back at him.

“Yeah? Tell me, y/n,” he growls, hips remaining still as he pulses within you, determined to earn the confession from your mouth. 

“‘C-Cause,” you whine, desperately attempting to grind your hips against his, “‘Cause I w-wanted you to f-fuck me like th-this.” 

His grip tightens in your hair and the arm that’s beneath you squeezes at your waist, 

“Fuck you like what, y/n?” 

The blood that’s flushed in your cheeks rises in temperature as he unapologetically digs and pries the admission from within the recesses of your being. 

“L-Like the b-brat I am,” you whimper pitifully, admitting inevitable defeat.

You can’t see his face as he’s behind you, but his tone is telling enough, and you know he’s smirking, having finally gotten what he so desperately craved. 

“Good girl,” he praises, letting his hand fall from your hair to rest reassuringly on the small of your back, “Now you can cum.”

His hips start again; the unmistakable, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room once more, “So good for me, sweetheart,” he groans, “So fucking good.” 

His cock twitches as he continues to pound into your spent pussy, rapidly nearing his own peak with every thrust, your insides sucking him in so tightly that it’s impossible to hold back. 

You’re crying now, nearly sobbing from the overstimulation, writhing and shaking beneath your captain as the pace of his hips never falters. 

“Stay still for me, honey,” he instructs kindly, finally spilling over into that affectionate side of himself that always inevitably emerged. 

“M-mm! Law, p-please!” you moan needily, desperate to indulge in that previously forbidden slice of heaven that you had only just tasted. 

You abandon all dignity, shamelessly begging your captain to let you orgasm, “I-I’m so close, Law, please”

His grip on your hip tightens and his thrusts begin to grow disheveled and sloppy, nearing his edge in time with you. 

“Cum for me, y/n,” he groans, his breaths heavy as they fall on your nape, 

“Show me how much you love this cock.” 

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

[thatoneoldguy]

Hi Sashi! Thank you for hosting this spicy event! I would like to see a a story where Sabo is actually rescued by his parents instead of Dragon, so he lives up as a noble, obviously behaving like a dick. NSFW, reader is a commoner, his plaything to satisfy his dark urges since he has the power to do so. Wouldn't mind some softness (since he is a good-hearted man deep down) but I want him dark. Thank you so much for your hard work!

Hi sweety!! OF COURSE! I made him extra dark, a little too much, so I really expect you to like him like this 🙊🙈... thank u for requesting!! 💖😈 ~

😈💜Sashi's Dark Corner💜😈

NSFW ~ Noble! Sabo x F! Painter! Reader ~ A Noble's Entertainment

tw: NSFW. Super explicit. Sabo is a noble, as he was saved by his parents and not by Dragon. Rough sex. Degrading language. Marking. Caning. Masturbation. Filming without consent (trust me he behaves well at the end). Jerk attitude. Unprotected sex. Hair pulling.

wc: 3.3K (ups!)

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Flower Hills now cover what once was Gray Terminal, the soft caress of a summer breeze plays with Sabo’s golden locks as he cultivates his mind reading a book about the tragedy of Flevance. His room, the one that’s always been his since little slowly stopped feeling like a cage and after many years he felt comfortable in it. The bars of the window in front of him project a shadow like marks on his skin as he moves.

Though, there was a mark that he couldn't hide…

“Sabo-nichan!” Stelly shouts from the door, pulling Sabo from his immersive lecture.

“What?” he looks to the door, pissed because his stupid step brother never knocks. “How many times do I have to tell-?” he asks, annoyed but stops right away. She looked so fine, she looked so perfect… and Sabo, Sabo had absolutely no shame in showing her what he thought…

“Ni-chan, she is (Name). That’s the artist mum told you was coming to paint your future royal portrait. If you are going to be the next… king… you need to have a painted portrait” he states, clearly jealous of the “becoming a king” part. But Sabo doesn’t mind. He loves young, beautiful women. Commoners, rather than nobles, he has a thing for them, he enjoys playing with those from lower classes…

The blond noble stands up covering his burn mark with golden wavy locks. He fixes his cravat and picks up his cane. A cane that looks lighter than any normal cane, but that nobody dares to ask why he uses it. “Good afternoon, lady… We could discuss the painting right here” he says to you, smirking and fixing dark grey eyes on yours.

Your lips separate several times before any word could come out from your mouth. You know how Sabo looked but his aura, his presence feels intimidating and makes you in a way… weak. A handsome man, influential, powerful. A man that was once a rebellious kid and dared to even cross the sea by his own… that man, that soon turned into a jerk, just like any noble.

Stelly leaves the room, after Sabo had dedicated to him a deathly stare. That bitch is annoying, his haircut, the way he moves, how he speaks, triggers the need of sticking your fist on his face, but still you stay silent and wait for him to leave.

“So, my mother says you are the best artist in the whole Goa Kingdom, aren’t you?” Sabo asks, inviting you to take a seat on one of the chairs of his dormitory. You smile and look straight towards the case with your paints and brushes you have on your hands. Your knuckles turn white from the way you unconsciously squeeze the handle, and you don’t know why… are you afraid? are you… into him?

You only nod, a little blushed because of his praise. “What is it, did the cat get your tongue?” he asks, laughing and coming closer to you. Gloved index finger lifts your chin up, the dark smirk on his face shows you he is not willing to behave like a true gentleman…after all, that’s exactly what nobles do. They act like jerks, because they think everything, even the lower class people, are theirs.

“S-sir, I… how would you like me to paint you? A classic portrait or-” you ask but got cut short because Sabo had decided the moment you step in his room the exact way you will be picturing him… “Naked. I want you to paint me naked”.

“N-naked?” you ask, stuttering. You have painted so many men naked, but… wasn’t this supposed to be a royal like portrait? “Yes, I think we are going to be more comfortable in the next room. Join me, please” Sabo commands, holding his cane but not using it for walking. You stand up and follow him, like a moth to the light, to the next room that’s connected to his own dormitory.

The huge East Rosewood door opens and reveals a room that looks kind of off regarding the rest of the decorations in his house -that more than a house, it looks like a palace to you-. Walls with bricks, just a leather couch in the middle, subtle lighting. There are no windows, but there is a little table with a den den mushi on it. And you wonder what that's for? is that a communication den den mushi? A camera one?

“Please, wait here. I will ask for my maids to bring you something to drink” he says -commands- and gets out of the room. The door closes behind him, giving you a subtle unpleasant feeling of being encaged…

You prefer to ease the doubt, and instead direct your gaze to a tall library full of dusty books from all around the globe. As your eyes scan the titles, you find a cookbook from the north blue, and a revolutionary manifest from the RA. “How weird” you think, coming from a noble, that type of books are probably something disgusting to read…

After what felt like eternal hours, the doors opens. A girl, dressed like servitude, crawls inside the weird room bringing a silver tray with a pot and two fine porcelain cups. She dedicates you a painful glare as she pours the steamy beverages. “Why is she looking at me like that?” you ask yourself, because it looked like she was pitting you.

“Is everything ok, miss?” you ask, because at this point you are beginning to be scared. “Y-yes, please be care-” she says, fixing worried eyes on yours. But her speech gets cut short by the loud bump of Sabo’s cane against the door. “What’s going on, servant? Did I give you the order to speak with other workers?” he asks, intimidating both of you with a sadist smile. The poor maid jolts. Her eyes fix on the ground, almost like making holes into it. “Excuse me, Sabo-sama” she says, and practically runs away briefly looking at Sabo’s cane like a torture instrument.

“Hah! These lower class people never seem to understand their place, don’t they?” he laughs, closing the door and coming closer to you. Your blood boils, because you are yourself a lower class person compared to him and you were taught that nobody is less than anybody just by their economical level… but he is a noble, he was raised like that…

Shamelessly, before your astonished look, he walks directly to the couch and flops into it. He spreads his legs as he sits and loosens the white frilled cravat that holds his blue shirt closed. He also takes off the fancy hat and ruffles his own hair in a sexy, and pretentious way. His cane rests over his lap as he then lays his back and open arms on the back rest. “You told me when you are ready to start and I’ll take the rest off” he tells you, not even asking if you were alright with painting a young man naked.

You nod and begin to prepare your tools. First, you put up the easel and the canvas, then the oils and ultimately the brushes. You think about what colours could make the perfect match for his milky skin and pick the burnt sienna to paint the base of the burning mark around his eye… “Will he want me to paint it?”.

“Sir, I’m ready. How do you prefer the canvas to be? Horizontal or vertical?” you ask, finding the best hiding spot for you behind it. “Well, I was hoping for you to make a full portrait of my nudity, so horizontal” he tells you, without hesitation. You swallow and fight against the burning arson that grows from your belly to your cheeks. “Yes, sir. Please, show me the pose you would like me to paint you”.

You hear the creaking of the leathery couch as he moves, and of course you are sure he is getting naked and in pose, and you don’t dare to look at immediately. “What are you waiting for, artist?” he asks, playfully. You stick your face off the canvas and take a quick look at his perverse way to display his bareness. It reminds you of the infamous painting, “The Fallen Angel” by Alexandre Cabanel. The perfect side of his abdominal wall of muscles goes up and down accompanying the way he breathes. Strong arms that are not big, but lean indeed. Long legs, covering his sexuality. His golden locks, wavy and shiny covering conveniently the scar on his eye. Scar that extends to his collarbones and into his chest. Everything was uncovered, except his hands. He still wears his brown leather gloves.

“So, begin please” he commands, smirking because he noticed how your breathing got subtly accelerated before such a perfect show of anatomy traits. You gasp and quickly begin to sketch the basic lines that will build the painting. Your eyes scan every little detail, amazed by the harmony in his own features. Focusing on his face first, you realize he doesn’t look like a bad guy, yet his eyes hold something pretty dark inside. And you wonder what it is… The doubt didn’t take you any longer to be resolved, though.

A certain sound catches your attention all of a sudden, you have been avoiding eye contact for a long time now, only taking quick glances for details. And nothing prepared you -or maybe your imagination did- for what you see next. He is nonchalantly jerking off, right in front of you, as if you didn’t exist at all.

Quickly, you hide behind the canvas despite him noticing you looking at him. “Why are you hiding, painter? I bet this is more interesting to paint, don’t you think?” he laughs, to a mortified you, a blushed you. “S-sir… I… I didn’t…” you are out of words, what a disgusting jerk he is… and yet, you want to keep looking.

“Come on! You do it, too! I want you to paint me like this. Promise I’ll pay you more” he tells you, as if he was asking for you to add a flower on his hair. “Alright Sir, please stand still so I can picture it for you” you mumble, trying to act professional but crossing your legs… your core was begging for pressure, for release.

You take a big gasp of air and look at him posing, holding his dick in between his gloved hand. Hard, big, red and dripping. Details are your specialty, and those never escape your eyes… but an erotic painting? This is something new for you.

The charcoal on your fingers stain them in black, as your hands get sweaty but your eyes are unable to stop looking at his crotch while sketching. “Your expression is adorable, you know?” he mumbles, stroking his dick a little harder but staying as still as possible. “I’m just focused on the details” you whisper, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Oh… I see. Which details do you like the most? hm? the way it drips? or how hard it is for you, painter?” he asks, straightforwardly.

Bastard…

“Overall is a pretty reference for me to work with, I might have to come closer eventually” you tell him, playing with the double entendre of your words, falsely suggesting he is not that big as he thinks.

The noble's eyes change all of a sudden. How dare a lower class bitch to suggest his sex is not big enough? He stands up, all of a sudden. “What did you just say?” he asks, pissed. You frown, well aware he was annoyed, but you decide to play dumb. “I’m sorry Sir, what did I say?”.

“You think my dick is not big enough, bitch?” he tells you, coming closer and pulling your head back from your hair. “I… I didn’t say that… Indeed I think it is big enough, Sir” you stutter, half scared, half aroused by his violent proximity.

“I should show you then how big it is by sticking it inside you, don’t you think? Do you want me to show it to you?” he asks, surprising you that at least he is asking for some type of consent. “Uh… well… I don’t know, a noble fucking a commoner?”

You, and your big mouth… “You are right, you are way above your place bitch” he says, and makes you kneel on the ground. “There, now you are where you are supposed to be. Under me”.

You look up at him, eyes fixed on his, but feeling the warmth the skin of his sex emanates on your face. “Stand still, now you are posing for me, bitch” he commands and pulling your head back from your hair he starts jerking off. Pumping and groaning, hitting your cheeks with the wet and throbbing tip of his dick, he masturbates in front of you. You could have been scandalized, but frankly… you are enjoying his subtle moaning as he strokes his shaft on and on.

“Open your mouth, now” he commands in between moaning, and as his back arches he fills your mouth with his warm release. “See? What a beautiful bitch you are!” he exclaims, sticking his finger in your mouth, making the contents spill. Sticky, milky fluid drips and slides through the commissures of your lips into the ground, as his load was so abundant you couldn't even hold it all inside.

Sabo lets go of your hair and pushes you to the side. He walks away, a sexy way of doing so. Your eyes scan his wide back and go down the small of it and even praise the way his bubble butt shows. He flops once again into the couch, spreading legs of course, the typical jerk pose and sucking his own cum from his finger. “Come here bitch, undress right in front of me”.

You do as he tells, standing up, swallowing the traces of his release and standing in front of him. He is holding his cane, and now you understand completely why he has it. Your dress falls to the ground, and you only keep your lingerie. But he is not satisfied with it and he wants you absolutely naked.

“All. Of. Your. Clothes. Off. Whore” he says, hitting you softly with the tip of his cane on the side of your left thigh. “Yes, sir” you mumble, and just like that your underwear falls to the ground. Sabo takes his time to enjoy your curves, up and down scanning your body. “Amazing body, you little bitch… sit down and spread your legs. I want you to touch yourself for me”.

You widen your eyes, is this man not touching you? he only wants to… watch? You slowly sit on the ground in front of him and spread your legs. Your hand slides from your lower belly to your core, showing him how wet you have become. “Look at you, does being covered in my cum make you that aroused?”. He is right to ask, because that’s indeed what made you become that horny.

“Uhum, Sir” you whisper, sticking the first finger inside you. You move it in and out, playing with your clit at the same time as you watch him delightfully enjoy your self-pleasuring show. Moaning, you keep going, aware of his sex getting hard soon after. “What are you looking at, little whore? You want my dick, don’t you?” he asks, smirking.

“Y-yes. Yes” you nod, biting your lip. To your surprise, he grabs his cane and pushes your shoulder with the tip of it. You fall back over the carpet of that weird looking room. Sabo stands up and walks around you. He walks slowly, you can hear his steps on the ground and the sound of the cane hitting his palm. Is he planning on using that instrument on you?

Yes. He is.

The cold instrument lands -softly- on your breasts. “Turn around on all fours” he commands and you, of course, quickly comply. “Good girl” he smiles and blesses hitting your back with the cane. It feels like a sting that sends a warm sensation from the place to your whole body ending on your clit.

“Mh…” you moan.

He hits you once again, laughing, because of your reaction. “Hahaha! You are all the same, you enjoy being punished by us, don’t you?”. One, two, three marks on your back and ass cheeks. He proceeds with the back of your thighs, it feels sharp, burning, stinging. You can only imagine the maroonish colours on your skin.

“Do you know what’s happening now?” he asks, while grazing up and down the cane on your dripping core. “Are you fucking me, sir?” you dare to ask, anxious and eager to feel his dick stretching your walls. “Should I, bitch? But don’t you dare touch me with those filthy hands” he moans, pulling you up from your hair.

Barely managing to stand up, he grabs you from behind. His gloved hands stroke your neck, choking you hard, interrupting any air flow that could go inside your lungs. “Where do you want my dick, tell me” he whispers in your ear, visibly aroused, breathing with difficulty. His sex plays at both of your entrances, as a tic tac toe game, where is it going to be stick in?

“Wh…wherever… you- ugh..want sir” you struggle to answer, as his hands like dragon’s claws crush your neck. “Heh…” he smirks, making you walk until you reach the couch. He pushes you against it, making you fall over the armrest. Perfectly showing your holes to him, you wait for him to fill you up.

He spreads your cheeks and legs and while he does so, burying his nails on your ass, he spits. The wet trail of saliva travels from your rear entrance and mixes with your arousal elixirs. And with him enjoying your degrading position, he impales you, brutally. “Sir…” you moan, feeling your walls stretching, as he mercilessly goes in and out.

“Shut up bitch, let me fill you up with my cum” he chimes, getting a better grip from pulling your hair. The sound of his crotch hitting against your ass mixes with him and your moan, creating a sinful melody of hell.

You are grateful for the armrest holding you, because at this point your legs aren’t able to do so. Infinite thrusts, rough, making you unstoppably squirt around the base of his dick. And right when you are about to come, he passes his hand under your chin, lifting your face up. “Smile for the camera, bitch” he moans, showing you the Den Den Mushi in front of you filming your whimpering tears.

Unstoppable orgasm that makes you scream, hits you. You dedicate a teary smirk to the eyes of that poor snail filming it all, proud of being the one who made the future king of your kingdom come too. He lets your womb filled up, about to explode, without taking in consideration that this could lead a simple commoner to have a little version of himself.

He sticks himself out of you, making his cum to drip through your inner thighs. Sabo sighs, and helps you stand up.

“Don’t worry, I will erase the video… And if there is something that hurts, please tell me” he says, cleaning your face from the tears. You panting, amazed by how he became a different man from minutes before, smile. “Don’t, can I keep it?”. The blonde frowns, and flops into the couch. “You want to keep it?”. “I do, I really want to rewatch it sometime” you tell him, sincerely. “And don’t worry, I won’t blackmail you. It was just too good to forget”.

Sabo smirks at you, with the clear intention of communicating something else. “You know? I wanted to be a pirate back when I was a kid… this is the mark that reminds me that” he says, confusing you. “I might want to enjoy a little more of your world, turns out that being a noble is in fact a little boring for me…”

Both smile at each other, understanding too well what he meant.

“Come here, sit with me… I’m definitely not finished”

[thatoneoldguy]

A Welcomed Trespass

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: established relationship, masturbation (law), unsuccessful edging, voyeurism (reader watches)

summary: law is pent up and frustrated (ofc), law masturbates, law fails to edge himself (lol), reader catches him, and all that comes with that ♡︎

word count: ~1,200

tagging: @bby-deerling @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya

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

A Welcomed Trespass

Law was frustrated. 

Understandably so; the man was overworked, and his methods of relaxation were unorthodox in every conceivable way. 

It wasn’t uncommon for him to constantly dance the line between standing confidently on his own two feet, and collapsing from pure exhaustion; no grey area, no inbetween. 

And so, tonight, he found himself stiff. 

In more ways than one. 

He ached, and fatigue tickled his skin, but even still, he couldn’t ignore the unbearably tight constraints of his jeans around his throbbing crotch, silently begging him to surrender to his desires. 

You had been gone for a few hours now, working on a few tasks outside the sub with your fellow crewmates. 

Although it hadn’t been long, your absence took quite the toll on your agitated captain. 

He yearned for your presence; in his lap, your fingers in his hair, tongue dancing with his, that sweet cunt gripping him so needily like it always did. 

Law seldom surrendered to the allure of fervid desires like these, but tonight, he let his yearning take the reins. 

With lust at the forefront of his brain, entrapped by the sway of impulse, he begins. 

He scoots back in his desk chair, taking a quick glance up at the digital clock that hung on his wall. 

Plenty of time.

He struggles with his belt, desperate to release his aching cock from the confines of his tight jeans. 

“Damn,” he grumbles, finally removing his belt and tossing it on the floor.

Usually, the clutter would unsettle his obsessive, rigid mind, but right now, he was focused on one thing and one thing alone; undisturbed by anything that didn’t have to do with the urgent aching of his cock. 

He fumbles with his button and zipper, shimmying out of his jeans and letting them pool at his feet. 

He experimentally grazes his palm over his clothed cock, hissing at the feeling of the long-awaited sensation. 

“Fuck,” he rasps out, not missing the way precum seeped through the fabric of his boxers. 

He finally frees himself completely, pulling his boxers down to rest on his thighs, instantly bringing a tatted hand up to grip his twitching cock. 

He groans at the feeling of warmth enveloping him, and although it didn’t compare in the slightest to that divine pussy of yours, it would have to do for now. 

He leans forward to open his desk drawer, silently cursing to himself as he sifted through the clutter to find his lubricant. It had been quite some time since he’d done this. 

And finally, he’s rewarded, pumping a bit of lotion into his dominant hand before returning it to its place on his member. 

He lets his head fall back, letting out a deep sigh as he closes his eyes and begins pumping. 

Law always navigated reality with a skeptical, practical lens, but in your absence, he needed to let himself fantasize. 

And so, he travels, into the deepest corners of his mind, to dig away and pry out his lustful visions of you. 

The pace of his fist never falters as he delves into his imagination, materializing your figure beneath his eyelids; those delicious curves of yours, those big, desperate eyes, that sinful tongue, fuck.

He groans, trembling beneath his own touch, his eyes screwing shut tighter now, pumping his cock faster as he envisions your pretty cunt; how it takes his big cock so greedily, sucking him into you and pulsing around him while he pounds you. 

Law let his mouth hang slack as he continues, unable to contain his euphoric moans.

Your name fell from his lips over and over again, like a gruesome mantra, conducting his body into ecstasy. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he groans, incapable of commanding his own body as he begins to involuntarily buck his hips, thrusting into his tight fist. 

His cock is hot and bothered in his grip, tip flushed red and weeping precum, his shaft uncontrollably throbbing and begging for release. 

“Shit,” he curses, taking a moment to swipe the pad of his thumb over the hole of his leaking tip, hissing at the sensitive sensation. 

He resumes pumping his cock, using the precum he collected on his digit for more lubricant. 

His free hand flies up and into his hair, gripping and tugging at the strands between his tatted fingers, letting out shaky gasps and groans as he chases his high. 

And soon enough, the familiar warmth of an approaching orgasm pricks at his skin and into his veins, seizing command over his own body. 

“Ugh, y/n” he draws out shakily, eyes lidded as he tilts his head down to watch himself, a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead, making his dark hair stick to his skin. 

His empty lap serves as a reminder of your absence, and he glaces back up at the clock, still thrusting up into his fist.

You’d be back soon. 

Thank god. 

Although he was close, too close, Law knows he’d much rather cum as a result of your efforts; onto your tongue, your face, deep into your womb, anything but into the ball of tissues on his desk. 

So, he stops, letting go of his desperate, twitching cock, attempting to edge himself. 

However, to his dismay, it’s far too late. 

He feels himself stiffen, cock and balls twitching, warmth instantly flooding his veins and his skull.

He cums, almost an embarrassing amount; thick, hot, ropes of semen shooting from his weary tip and coating his toned abdomen in white. 

“Damnit,” he rasps out, chest heaving up and down as he struggles to catch his breath. 

It’s a beautiful sight, your boyfriend’s face flushed red, sweat coating his skin, breathing shakily and cursing under his breath, his toned abs covered in his own seed. 

You can’t help but bite your bottom lip and rub your thighs together as you stand in the doorway, desperate for any sort of stimulation. 

Once he gains even the slightest bit of composure, just enough to ensure he won’t topple over, Law stands, reaching for a wad of tissues to clean himself up with. 

As he turns, he face burns and even deeper red as his gaze meets your familiar form, standing in the doorway, your face flushed, too, eyes big and lust-blown. 

“Y/N-” he stammers, embarrassed and vulnerable, his once-guarded and composed facade dissolved entirely.

“Missed me, huh?” you smirk at him, voice ridden with lust, Law's newly exposed state gifting you with the unfamiliar taste of boldness. 

Of course, he retaliates, as is his custom, surpassing even your unwavering determination with his own dauntless energy. 

“Just get over here and bend over the damn desk.” 

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

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[thatoneoldguy]

Laws Desires

Prompt: Curtesy of @tsunderedonut : Law filled with an animalistic, primal desire to breed you.

NSFW

Trafalgar Law X Reader

Law walked into the bar, “Sorry I’m late,” He says while taking a seat around his rowdy Crew. Most of them let out a small groan before filling a glass and passing it to him. He took some sips and smiled at the chaos he had arrived late to. Relaxing wasn’t so bad. He had just gotten back from delivering hearts to the world government and gaining the title of Warlord. Despite him not wanting to do much, his crew had pressured him into celebrating after being gone for some time.

         After a couple of glasses however, he noticed that you were missing. You, in particular, had been pestering him to celebrate, often complaining about how little attention he had given you recently. He rakes his eyes through the group, trying to catch a glimpse at where you might be. “If you’re looking for Y/N I think she went to grab another round a little bit ago,” Shachi laughed at his captain.

         He gets up to look for you, making his way to the counter, his ears filled with your delightful laugh. Law follows the noise, brushing past other bar patrons before seeing you. Leaning over the counter, your shorts riding up every so slightly, and your shirt clinging tightly to your body and your lower back exposed, some peaks of a tattoo peaking from underneath the shirt. His eyes trailing down to your exposed thighs, untouched by scars or bruises, you were leaning on one leg while the foot on the other was crossed around your ankle. Looking back up at your elbows against the counter, as you subconsciously flip some of your hair over your shoulder while talking to the bartender.

         You hadn’t noticed Law was behind you yet, but Law could feel his growing desire. He’d only been back for a couple of days and hadn’t thought about anything other than setting his plan in motion. But now, with you so oblivious and in front of him, his mind couldn’t focus on anything but you. Something must’ve caught your attention as you spin and lean against the bar with your back your head still turned towards the barkeep, and Law can’t help but notice your low-cut top, and your stomach expose.

         It wasn’t until you felt arms on either side of you that you jumped a bit, turning your attention to the man in front of you. You relax a bit realizing it was just your captain as he traps you where you are, “Well hi there Law,” You giggle out, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Have you finally come out of your office to enjoy yourself?” You lean up to give him a peck on the lips, “Do you want something to drink?”

         “I think I’d rather have something else,” He whispers before kissing you again, his hands going to your waist, slightly brushing your shirt higher up as his fingers dig into your skin.

         “You just got here a little bit ago,” You breathe out, pouting at the idea of leaving already, “We can’t leave just yet.”

         “Need you now,” He growls into your ear and you feel your face flush. Law wasn’t forward very often, not in public at least. He’d usually whisk you away before starting anything, thinking to keep your relationship private from prying eyes. His hands trailed up your stomach, your shirt hitching higher with the subtle movement. His head making quick kisses to your neck, sucking on are particularly sensitive area.

         “Not here,” You breathe out trying to control your own desires. This was a crowded bar, the thought becoming both worrisome and rising the heat in your body at the implications.

         Law nips at your exposed collar bone, “What about not leaving yet?” He teases before both his hands go to your thighs to hike them around his waist. You ignore his tease as you pull his hair so that his lips meet yours again, deepening the kiss as he carries you out of the bar.

         The cool night air hit your hot face, and Law returned to ravaging your neck as one hand snakes under your shirt to release the clasp of your bra. “Law” You hiss out as you feel your back meet against a building wall. He ruts his hips up in acknowledgement before his hands are at the bottom of your shirt.

         “Too much clothing,” He growls, tearing the clothe right off your body, your back arching at the force. Your entire upper half now exposed to the air, you gasp and quickly go to cover yourself up, glancing around to see if anyone is there.

Law stares at the sight in front of him, the moonlight luminating the blush on your face. He leans down and starts to pay attention to your breasts, grabbing your hands away from covering them in the process. The roughness of the stone wall behind you becoming more evident now that its against your bare skin.

You try to hold back a moan as his tongue flicks at your nipple before his teeth pull slightly at the sensitive skin, “W-what if someone walks by?” You tug at Law’s hair again, his head tilts up to meet your half-lidded gaze, “Someone could see us.”

Law huffs, “You’re mine.” The firmness and devotion in his voice sends another wave of emotions through you and before you know it you’re in the captains quarters, laying against his bed, “No one should be able to look at you but me.” He bites down on your shoulder harshly this time and you let out a yelp, your body jumping against his at the sudden sensation.

You try to assert some dominance by trying to roll the both of you, trying to get on top of him. But he takes the movements as an invitation to rip your shorts and panty off you, his lips going back to your chest, one hand holding both of your together while the other brushes against your core.

“L-Law,” You moan out, arching your back into his touches. Without a second though he shoves two fingers into your already drenched entrance, and you gasp out as he hits the perfect bundle of nerves every time. You try to bite your lip to conceal your pleasure but it doesn’t last long when you feel a harsh bite on the side of your boob making you cry out. You look down to watch as Law licks the tender bite mark, placing a gentle kiss on it before trailing his lips to your neck, deciding to place a mark there as well.

You cry out at the pain mixed with pleasure, begging for more than just his fingers as he rubs your clit with his thumb. It’s not until you cry that you’re about to cum that the hand holding your hostage lets go, tracing its way to the base of your skull before lightly gripping your hair, tugging to force you to look up. You can feel him nip and kiss at your neck before sitting up to look at your sexed out face.

His fingers not relenting as you continue you to cry and moan, on hand going to grab his wrist in between your thighs, while your other hand goes to your breast to squeeze it yourself. “You’re so beautiful,” he says as you feel your body twitch from the oncoming orgasm. Law feels you tighten around his fingers as he leans down to shove his tongue down your throat.

You moan into the kiss, tears escaping your eyes from the pleasure. Laws fingers expertly finishing you off before slowly letting you calm down, it’s not until he removes his hand that you feel you can breathe again, albeit heavily, and Law retracts from the kiss, biting your lip as he leans up.

He sits up entirely, watching as your chest rises, smirking at the mess he’s made of you. Grabbing his own shirt and lifting it over his head, “I hope you don’t think we’re done,” he leans down to kiss you again, “You’re just too tempting when you scream like that.” And just as quickly as you were aloud to breathe for a second, you were now position on your hands and knees.

 Law was behind you, his hands kneading your ass and you try to push against him for more than just a massage. With one hand still gripping you open, the other leads his tip to your entrance and you moan in relief as it the head slowly enters you. Rocking your hips back to meet him half way. “God Law. You’re so big,” You breathe out, fists clenching at the blanket underneath you.

You feel him twitch inside of you before the sudden movements starts, setting a harsh pace for you to cry out to. You feel Laws chest against your back as on of his hands supports himself next to your own, his other hand gripping your hip to help keep pace.

Your hair falling in front of your face as you try to keep up with him, moaning with every hit against your cervix. Law trailed his hand up to your boobs, bouncing with every movement and grips one, pulling and kneading as he pleases as he bits the back of your shoulder, only letting up with the slight coppery taste meets his tongue. You cry out as his gentle kisses trace the mark before he goes to make another one on your back.

“L-law it’s too much~” You cry out, feeling overwhelmed from another impending ending, though you doubted he’d let you catch your breath this time round. You feel him hum into your skin as he leaves a trail of kisses up your neck.

You turn your head to meet his lips as he hungerly bruises your own, and you start to see white as he pinches and pulls at your nipple. You feel your entire body shaking and your arms give out, falling into the bed with your ass up as he continues to pound into you. He leans into your ear, “I’m going to make sure you know who you belong too.” Nipping at your earlobe as your mind is already filled with him.

You start to let out soft whines, “Law I want to face you.” Law seems to agree as he grabs your leg, only feeling the loss of sensation for a second while he flips you over. He grips your thighs, pulling you closer to him before penetrating you fully, going back to his brutal pace.

“I’m going to fill this sweet little cunt of yours,” He whispers his intentions into your ear before stealing your lips again. You arch your back at the thought of being filled, gripping his shoulders to keep him close. Your head feels heavy as the war between your tongues continue, but it is ultimately you who pulls away to catch what little air you can.

You cry out his name, begging for more as you feel him bruise your cervix. Soon enough you feel his uniform harsh thrusts become sloppier, some deeper while some rougher. He leans down to kiss the sides of your mouth as you continue to scream his name, music to his ears as he fills you with his seed.

He stays still for a second while you both catch your breath and he leans back to see where you two are connected. Your swollen lips stills spread to fit him, his eyes trail up to your heaving chest and all the bite marks he’s left on your body and finally his eyes meet your face. Your red face, your mouth ajar as your half-lidded eyes look back to his.

You feel him twitch inside you, your swollen core starting to feel his hardness again and you let a small whine out of your lips. He slowly removes himself, watching as some seed follows and leaks out of you, “Well that won’t do,” he says as one of his fingers goes to swipe his cum, pushing it back into you as you moan again, already knowing this isn’t the end. Law leans back down, gently kissing your lips before rocking his hips back into you, his apparent arousal already, ready to go. “You’d better be pregnant by the time I’m done with you,” Law growls before pumping his hips slowly at first. You doubt you’ll be getting any sleep tonight.

[thatoneoldguy]

I'm constantly thinking about this fic omg

hi! welcome to my first fic! i enjoyed writing this a bit too much, so this is long, my loves. strap in & enjoy~

A New Routine, A New Man

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: finger sucking, breast play, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), face-fucking, slight facial, begging, edging, praise, piv sex, unprotected sex (don’t), overstimulation, light spanking, very slight degradation, creampie, fluff at the end.

summary: reader is a member of the heart pirates. Law is mysterious (duh), reader is trying to figure him out (aren’t we all?), Law walks in on reader showering (hehe), Law breaks his strict routine. super nsfw but super fluffy at the end!

word count: ~6,000

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

A New Routine, A New Man

Law’s routine always remained the same, that’s how he liked it, and that’s how you came to know it so well.

At 7am, he’d awaken. He’d shower, brush his teeth, and head to breakfast, book in hand. Law would take a mere ten minutes to eat, the same thing everyday, a cup of black coffee and a bowl of oatmeal, boring. He’d then head to his office to work for hours on end, and treat patients if need be. Law ate lunch in his office. He stayed there as time lulled on, all day, everyday. Until dinner, of course. He’d emerge from his room quietly, gray eyes tired, adorned with deep eyebags to show it. He would sit at the table with everyone and pick at his plate. He never said much. Once he finished cleaning up after himself, he’d wish you all a good night and walk down the hallway to his room to sleep. At least, that was what you had always assumed. He was detached, emotionally distant, that was for damn sure, filling his head with nothing but the words and images from his medical textbooks. But damn, the man was smart, calculated, and precise in everything that he did. From the way in which he prepared his morning coffee, to the medical procedures he conducted, Law was a meticulous man.

Today, Law’s strict routine would change.

You leaned back into your chair, sinking down a bit as you played with your hair, rolling and twisting the strands between your fingertips.

“Something wrong?” Bepo spoke, concerned.

“Yeah, just curious,” you answered, plainly.

The polar bear nudges you with his fuzzy shoulder, nearly knocking you over.

“Oops,” he chuckles, “What about?”

“What do you think he does in there after dinner?” your voice quiets down as you speak, motioning to Law’s room by a tilt of your head.

Bepo takes a bite of his food then shrugs and answers, mouth full, “I don’t know, never really thought about it. Probably reads that same boring book then goes to sleep,” he chuckles and shakes his head, “at least, I hope he does. The man could use some shut eye.”

Bepo continued to speak but you weren't listening anymore, his voice drowning out into the back of your mind. You were thinking about him, your captain of little words, you were thinking about Trafalgar Law.

“Y/n? Y/n!” The increase in volume of Bepo’s voice brought you back to the present, where you were seated at the dining table with your crewmates, fork still in hand.

“Why do you care?”

“Huh?”

“I said why do you care, y/n? What captain does?”

“I just-” your voice trails off, your head turning to Law’s room again.

“Jeez, with the way you’re acting, I'm starting to think you’re the one in need of sleep,” Bepo laughs again.

“Shower,” you said, placing your hands on the table and rising to your feet, “I need to shower. That’ll clear my head,” although you were speaking aloud, you really just needed to tell yourself.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Bepo says, placing a paw on your shoulder.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------After you gathered your toiletries from your room, you began to make your way to the crew’s shared bathroom. As you walked by Law’s room, you took a moment to stop to listen against the door. Nothing. Quiet. You let out a sigh and continued your journey to the bathroom.

Everyone knew that the lock to the bathroom door had been broken for some time now, so you did your due diligence and knocked a few times before twisting the knob, “Hello?” you inquired, “anyone in there?” nothing but silence, so you pressed on and entered the room. You were pleased to find that it was completely empty, just as you had hoped.

You removed your clothes carefully and placed them on the counter, then tied up your hair in a messy bun before reaching in and twisting the faucet on as hot as it could go, humming softly to yourself as you watched the water fall from the showerhead. As the water warmed up, you retreated to the sink to inspect yourself in the mirror, waiting until steam began to cover it before entering the shower.

Although the shower was meant to clear your head, not fog it, you found your thoughts being consumed by nothing but Law. You sighed softly and ran your fingers through your now damp hair. You had always found your captain attractive. Ever since you joined the crew about a year and a half ago, you wanted him. Wanted to know what it was like to know him, to really know him. To touch his skin, to trace the dark ink that decorated his toned body beneath your fingertips, to taste him on your tongue, to hear his low, gravely voice in your ear each and every night, telling you just how damn good you made him feel. God, your head was spinning.

His stoic, cold demeanor was unchanging, and yet, you felt your everblooming, insatiable appetite for him growing day by day. you wanted to break his facade, crack open and expose his desires for no one but you to see. Would he be as meticulous with how he fucked you? Careful, quiet, sturdy. Or would a beast emerge from within him and rail you like an animal in heat? Messy, loud, uncontrolled.

You would give anything to discover the answer.

The steam in the shower rose like the heat in your stomach, creeping up and into your veins, making your limbs tingle as you envisioned the scene in your head; what it would be like to feel him come undone beneath your fingertips, to ruin his infamous hard-hearted attitude.

You thought nothing would be able to break you away from your daydreaming, not even the boiling water you bathed beneath, but oh, you were wrong.

What finally snapped you out of your trafalgar law-daydreaming-trance was the sound of the bathroom door knob twisting.

Your heart sunk into your stomach at the thought of any of your male crewmates walking in on you showering, especially in the state you were in now, face blushing harshly, heat pooled in your stomach, slick running down your legs as you envisioned your captain in such a lewd way.

You listened as footsteps made their way towards the shower, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You should’ve yelled out, told whoever it was that the bathroom was occupied, but for some reason, you were frozen, your voice refusing to exit your throat.

“Y/n…” a familiar deep voice began, “I’m so sorry I-”

You turned to face the “intruder”, eyes wide and hands trembling with apprehension as you cleared the steam from the glass shower door.

“Law…” you began shyly, but you couldn't help but giggle to yourself as you noticed his predicament. The tall, tattooed man before you had on nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his left hand was up and covering his eyes, his right holding the towel up.

You breath hitched in your throat, and you bit your bottom lip as you noticed the faintest blush on his cheeks and the evidence of his erection beneath his towel. This gave you all the confidence you needed.

You took a deep breath, quietly, before turning off the faucet and stepping out of the shower, your body hot and dripping water onto the bathmat beneath you.

“Law,” you started, reducing your voice to a sultry whisper, “it’s okay…”

You reached for his large tattooed hand, the one covering his eyes, pulling it from his face to expose yourself to him.

You tilted your chin to look up at his face, giving him your best doe eyes.

“How long had you been standing there, Captain?” you inquired, eyes motioning to his erection.

You felt your face heat up as you awaited his response, surprised at your own boldness, you took it a step further.

“Seems like it must've been quite a while,” you continued, eyes darting back up to meet his.

Here it was, the moment you never thought you’d see, your cold, rigid, so-fucking-type-a captain… flustered.

Trafalgar Law���s face was red and bothered, his inked digits gripping his towel even tighter now.

He couldn’t help but stare at you; your wet body, your curves, your breasts, your wet hair, blushing face, it was all too much for him. He hesitantly outstretched his muscular arm, cradling your cheek in his large hand.

You instinctively pressed your face into it, still staring up at him.

“What if I asked you something similar,” he began, stroking your cheek with his tattooed thumb, D. The digit makes its way to your lips, rubbing softly against them, silently asking for permission to enter, Law humming as you comply so obediently, opening your cavern for D to explore, sucking on it like candy.

You continue to suckle on his thumb, lust-blown pupils still staring up at him, awaiting his question.

“I’d like to know how long you've been trying to figure out my daily routine, and this,” he emphasizes the situation by pressing his thumb harder into your tongue as he speaks, “was it out of pattern?” he smirks, smugness decorating his face.

You gulped, his digit still encased within your mouth.

How did he--? You stopped the thought right then and there, for fuck’s sake, it was Law, with his observant nature, of course he has noticed you eyeing his every move. You were impressed, but not surprised, with how he remained so goddamned unbothered.

Your mind was racing, this smug man before you was the same one who had just been so flustered? But then again, this was more in-character for him than that blushing mess of a man.

“Law…” you started, popping his thumb out of your mouth, “do you want--”

But before you could finish, Law had leaned down and collided his lips with yours.

The kiss was nothing like you imagined, fuck, it was far better than you imagined.

You figured Law would go about romantic and sexual interactions the same way he did everything, calm, cool, and collected, but oh, this kiss was anything but that.

This kiss was a flurry of emotions, lips parting and colliding back together as if one pair were oxygen when the other was suffocating.

This kiss was intense, passionate, and lust-filled. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced. His tongue slid across your lips, begging to enter, and you complied, parting your wet lips for him to explore. His hot tongue danced with yours as you moaned into his mouth, begging for more.

Law’s strong hands ravaged your body as he made out with you, trailing up and down your sides, up to your chest to find your breasts, molding them in his big hands, pinching and rolling your hard nipples in between his hardworking, calloused fingertips.

You instinctively threw your head back, breaking this kiss, exposing your neck to him as moans and fluttery breaths escaped your lips while your captain had his way with you.

Law was panting heavily as a result of the passion of your makeout session. He sounded beautiful; low, desperate breaths, and you wish you could capture the noises in your brain to keep forever. Once he caught his breath, he glanced down at you momentarily, gray eyes lidded and ridden with lust and desire. He held the gaze for a moment before leaning forward to attack your neck, suckling and nipping at the soft, untouched skin, making you gasp. Your hands flew up and into his dark, unkempt hair, squeezing and pulling at the strands between your fingers. The action causes Law to groan, and you feel your core tighten at the lewd noises escaping his throat.

Suddenly, he pulls away, making you whine at the loss of contact. Your head is fuzzy and there are stars beneath your eyelids, but you gather yourself enough to look up at him. He backs away slightly, still staring down at you, toned, tattooed chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily.

“Y/n…” he starts, voice low and ridden with arousal, “I’m not a man who begs,” he takes a deep sigh, bringing his hand up and running it through his dark hair, “but i need you, now, y/n” he says, his voice now an almost desperate-sounding whisper.

You bite your bottom lip, heat bubbling within your stomach at his confession.

“Take me, then, Law,”

And with that, your captain doesn’t wait even a second before he takes action.

Law tightens the towel around his waist for good measure, not wanting to reveal himself to you just yet. He groans softly to himself before bending down slightly to sweep you off your feet, his left arm went underneath your knees, and his right held your back, bridal style.

This was so easy for him, and it turned you on immensely. You eye his tattooed biceps unapologetically, cheeks turning pink as you watch them flex as he lifts you.

His lips meet yours again, tongues dancing together as you moan into one another’s mouths. When the kiss breaks and you open your eyes, you’re pleased to see that you’re now in what you can only assume is Law’s bedroom. You knew he had used his power to get you here, and you hum contently to yourself knowing that you didn’t have to walk through the hallway in all of your nudity.

You take a moment to take in the scene as Law carries you to his bed. You had never been in here, but it was just as you had imagined. So clean it was almost sterile, books arranged perfectly in a bookcase against the wall, a perfectly-kept nightstand, the only slightly messy piece of furniture being his desk, which was riddled with scattered papers and textbooks. You snap back to the moment as Law places you gently on his perfectly-made bed, taking no time to climb atop you, passionate lips meeting yours once more.

He goes for your perky breasts once more, squeezing one in each strong hand, causing you to gasp and reward him with a desperate moan.

“Law,” you purred, voice shaky and lust-ridden. You take a moment to run your hand down his tattooed toned chest and abdomen, fingers hooking underneath his towel, your desperate, wide eyes staring up at him, pleading, “Let me see you…”

You don't miss how a faint blush swells into his already sweaty cheeks.

“Anything for you, y/n,” he says, voice still low, gravelly and quiet.

Law takes your smaller, dainty hand in his large, strong one, removing his towel in one swift motion.

Your eyes widen and you gulp dryly when he finally exposes himself to you, his exceptionally long, thick cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. It was tan like the rest of him, with the tip flushed red and leaking precum.

Admittedly, you weren't surprised; your captain was quite literally the tall, skinny, emo-boy long-cock stereotype, but still, you felt heat growing between your legs as you tried to think of how you were going to take it all.

“Satisfied?” he grinned smugly, knowing damn well how well-endowed he was. He just wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“What do you think, captain?” you started, voice quiet and sultry as you leaned back, spreading your legs for him and exposing your slick folds, dripping with your wetness. “do i look satisfied to you?”

“Fuck…” Law cursed, moving a hand forward to trace his long, thin fingers against your slit, “all this…” he smirked, “for me…?”

You threw your head back, moaning loudly at the release of finally being touched.

“Anything for you, Law…” you echoed his statement from earlier.

Law groans to himself and smirks, looking up at you from between your legs for permission,

“May I, y/n?” he asks, gray eyes lust-blown.

“Please, Law” you begged, body trembling beneath his touch.

“Please?” he smirks at your desperate plea, “Good girl,” he praises, before dipping his head down, rewarding you with a long stripe of his tongue against your wet, pulsating slit.

“O-oh, Law-!” you moaned loudly, back arching, fingers digging into the crisp bed sheets.

Law placed his hand on your stomach to settle you as he had his way with you,

“Stay,” he commanded kindly, “let me make you feel good.”

Law continued to assault your cunt with his hot, wet tongue, dipping the fingers from his other hand, A and T, down to circle your opening as he lapped at your swollen clit. “you taste incredible, y/n.”

He pushed his digits in slowly, so as not to hurt you, distracting you a bit by the way he was suckling and swirling his tongue against your clit. With the help of your immense wetness, Law’s long fingers made their way inside your tight walls, and he curled them upwards to meet the spongeness of your sweet spot within you.

“L-Law-!” you choked out, “oh, Law, right there-!” you pleaded for him to continue his work on your clit and g-spot, your hands rushing down to rest in his hair, pulling at the dark strands, forcing his face further into your cunt.

“Don’t you worry, darling,” he purred, face still in your pussy, his voice sending vibrations into your body, “I’m not stopping until you’re shaking and cumming on my tongue.”

Your blushing cheeks deepened in color at his lewd words, “L-Law…” you whined shakily.

The man knew what he was doing, that was for damn sure. He knew where all your sweet spots resided, and you could only assume it was thanks to his extensive anatomical knowledge.

As his fingers continued to pump and curl inside your dripping cunt, his tongue never leaving your swollen numb as he suckled and lapped at it, you could feel yourself beginning to come undone to his efforts. You felt the familiar feeling of an upcoming orgasm growing within your core, and Law could tell you were close, too.

“Let it out, baby,” he groaned, “I know you’re close…give me all you’ve got.”

And with that, you felt the band within your stomach snap, legs shaking as you gushed onto his fingers and tongue, moaning louder than ever before as you orgasmed for your captain.

“L-Law-! O-Oh my god, L-Law!” you cried.

As you come down from your high, Law hums happily, satisfied with himself. He removes his now-soaking digits from your hole, tongue leaving your clit as you lay beneath him, trembling and breathing shakily.

After gathering yourself and gaining your composure, you sit upright to look at the beautiful man who had just pleasured you so wonderfully.

You leaned forward, lips now by his ear,

“Your turn, law…” you purred.

Law shivered at the feeling of your hot breath against the shell of his ear.

“I'm all yours, y/n,” he replied, his cheeks tinted a light pink as a result of your boldness.

By the motion of your hand, you gestured for your captain to sit up.

Law pauses a brief moment before complying, positioning himself on his knees, cock standing upright proudly, rock-hard and leaking precum. You gulped quietly at the sheer size of him. What had you gotten yourself into? You didn't know how you'd be able to take all of him into your throat, but you were determined to do so. You began your work slowly and shyly, softly gripping his cock at the base with your delicate hands. You hear Law’s breath hitch in this throat as he stares down at you. You close your eyes and bring your mouth down to his tip, starting with small kitten licks. Even at the small action, you hear Law groan and curse under his breath.

The word comes out slow and elongated,

“Shitttt--”

You feel him twitch beneath your touch, and you know he’s desperate, but Law is kind. He wants to take it slow. As much as he wants to grab your head and force his cock down your throat, he holds back, wanting you to take only what you’re comfortable with.

Rewarding his kindness, you open your mouth and take him in, pressing on until his cock is halfway engulfed within your mouth and throat.

“A-Ahhh, y/n-!” Law groaned, tattooed hands immediately finding themselves in your hair.

You hum softly as he holds your head, hollowing your cheeks around his thick, pulsating cock, earning another moan from Law’s mouth. This one was lower, more of a groan, as if it came from the back of his throat. You place a hand on his thigh and continue to press forward, all the way until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the intense feeling of Law’s large cock being engulfed entirely by your throat, but you wanted to do everything in your power to please him.

“O-Oh my god, y/n,” he groaned louder, “S-Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

Hollowing your cheeks again, you began to bob your head, your tongue sliding against the underside of his veiny cock as you blew him. Hands still holding your head, Law began to buck his hips, his cock meeting the back of your throat with each thrust, making you gag slightly. At this, Law pulls back a bit, looking down at you, concerned. You look up at him with your big eyes and give him a nod of reassurance, your face says it all, “I’m okay, keep going.”

You take him down your throat again, feeling satisfied with yourself as you hear another moan escape his lips. As you continue to bob your head and drool around his cock, you feel Law begin to shake, his moans rising in pitch and intensity.

“Y/n,” he began, voice low and shaky, “I-I’m close-” he stumbled on his words.

His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he thrust into your mouth and gripped your hair tighter between his fingers.

It was hot and messy, drool falling from your mouth and coating Law’s pelvis and balls, lewd, wet sucking noises coming from your mouth as he face-fucked you.

In an instant, he pulled out from your throat, and you instinctively stuck out your wet, pink tongue to meet his seed. Head still thrown back, tattooed chest rising and falling aggressively, Law gave his pulsing cock a few quick pumps before he released onto your mouth. Thick, hot, white ropes of cum shot out from his cock and decorated your tongue and face.

You pulled your tongue back into your mouth and swallowed all of what he had given you.

Your face was bright red and glistening with your sweat and Law’s seed, and you were panting heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath.

Law’s breath shuddered as he, too, tried to catch it.

The two of you wouldn’t have much time to recover, though.

Law stood up, shakily, to retrieve some tissues from his nightstand and clean your face.

He did so gently and silently, just as you imagined he would.

Once he had finished cleaning you up, you glanced up at him, face still red and hot.

“Law…” you began, voice ridden with lust, “I need you inside me, please…”

“Say no more, y/n.” he smirked down at you.

Suddenly, Law leaned down, and your lips met again, in a rough, passionate kiss. Your tongues swirled together with his as he began to gently lay you down in front of him.

The kiss broke again, and your eyes widened as you noticed that Law’s cock was already erect again. You gulped shyly, what had you signed yourself up for?

“Are you ready for me, y/n?” Law questioned genuinely.

“I’m ready for you, Law…” you replied.

Law smirked at you before he spread your legs, positioning his cock at your entrance.

And then, he did something unexpected. Trafalgar Law reached for your hand.

You smiled contently and took it, lacing your fingers with his inked ones.

He grabbed his cock at the base, and began pressing his blunt tip to your wet hole, making you squeak. You were desperate for him, so fucking desperate. You just wanted him to stuff you full. Noticing the look of desperation on your face, Law continued to press on, his cock sinking further into you.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n….shit-! You’re squeezing me so good.”

Feeling the stretch, you instinctively went to grasp at his muscular back with your free hand, throwing your head back and whining loudly.

“F-Fuck,” you cursed, “Y-You’re so big, C-Captain…” you whimpered.

Law groaned as he felt more of you squeeze around his needy cock, taking the opportunity to distract you from the pain by smashing his lips into yours.

You squealed into his mouth as he continued to press his large cock into you, gasping and whimpering as he finally bottomed out inside you

You were a mess beneath him, shaking and whining, eyes still begging for more.

“Y-You can start moving,” you croaked.

“As you wish, y/n,” Law smirked.

Pulling his hips back, Law began to slowly thrust into you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and stars danced beneath your lids as you felt him stuff you so fully, his blunt tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

“L-Law-!” you cried, nails digging into his back as he picked up his pace.

Law humps into your cunt deliciously, relishing in the sound of your sweet moans and cries in his ear. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room, as you blushed intensely at the lewd sound.

Even though you could feel his cock in your stomach, you could tell Law was holding back. You wanted to see everything he had to give you.

“Law,” you began shyly, making him slow and eventually stall his movements.

“Yes, y/n?” he inquired, his cock still engulfed within your cunt.

You spoke again, voice trembling, “I don't want you to be gentle.”

At this, you saw Law’s eyes grow dark, his face cold.

“Are you sure?”

“Y-Yes, Law, please, please fuck me rough, like your life depends on it, give me everything you’ve got,” you begged, voice tinted with desperation. “Show me you know how to use that big cock of yours.”

As those words fell from your mouth, you saw something within Law change, as if a switch flipped, a flame ignited. This was the moment your captain’s calm, collected demeanor would crack and break. You gazed up at him and watched as the corners of his lips tugged into a tight smile, his voice remained cold, but you could just make out the faintest hint of arousal and smugness as he spoke,

“Careful what you ask for, y/n.”

The man you once knew as your captain, quiet, reserved, unbothered Law, had retreated, and you watched as a new side of him emerged.

In an instant, he had pulled out of you, and swiveled around in the bed so that he was sitting on the edge of it. He grabbed you and flipped you over his knee, his palm suddenly meeting the fat of your ass with a loud smack.

“A-Ah!” you cried at the sting, looking back, your eyes meeting the red mark his large hand had left on your ass cheek. His other hand finds its way up and into your hair, yanking it back to make you look at him, another slap meeting your flesh.

“Fuck!” you cried, digging your nails into his thigh.

“Good girl,” he praised, smirking down at you, eyes lidded. “Get on your hands and knees for me, y/n,” your captain commanded.

You complied instantly, heat pooling in your core as a result of his actions, and how easily you obeyed him.

You did as you were told, maneuvering yourself onto your hands and knees, your wet, dripping cunt on full display for him. You felt the mattress sink in a bit as he settled himself behind you, the tip of his cock meeting your hole again.

But this time, he didn't go slow. Law plunged his massive cock into you with no warning, immediately bottoming out inside you, making you scream his name.

“L-Law!” you cried, fingers digging into the sheets.

He gave you no time to adjust, immediately beginning to snap his hips against you, pounding his cock into your cunt.

“Goddamn, you’re tight, y/n,” Law groaned through gritted teeth.

“All for y-you, Captain…” you whined, earning a satisfied moan from him.

“Damn right,” he grunted, still pounding into you.

You relished in the feeling of him stuffing you full, crying out each time his thick tip met and battered your cervix. Law’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, and you knew they would leave bruises in their wake.

“Are you okay?” Law groans, checking in on you.

Your heart warms at his compassion.

You can tell he isn’t asking just to ask, this man genuinely cares about your well-being, even as he plunges his cock deep into your pussy, his blunt tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“M-Mhm,” you nod, telling him all he needed to know.

Law kept up his animalistic pace, and you didn’t think he could go any harder, but boy, were you wrong.

Grounding his knees harder into the mattress, Law began to fuck you harder, one hand still on your hip, the other making its way up to grip the back of your neck.

“O-Oh my god, nngghh, Law!” you screamed, really screamed, tears streaming down your face as the man behind you continued to abuse your tight walls.

Law was quick to shush you, forcing his fingers, E and A, into your mouth to muffle your cries.

“Hush, baby, take it.”

You sucked and drooled on his fingers like your life depended on it, moaning around them as their owner railed you from behind.

His thrusts remained rough and unforgiving as he groans from behind you.

You were shaking beneath him, not even sure if you were still on Earth. Your ears were ringing and tears fell from your cheeks as your captain continued to fuck you roughly.

“Still with me, y/n?” he asked smugly, gripping your hips harder as he continued his rough pace.

“M-Mhm,” you replied meekly.

And just as you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, Law removed his hand from your hip and slipped it beneath you to rub your swollen clit.

“Sh-Shit, Law!” you cried, arms shaking and buckling beneath you, causing your chest to fall to the mattress. You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, legs shaking, cunt pulsating around his cock.

“That’s my good girl, y/n, you’re taking this cock so well,” Law praises, groaning.

“Th-that feels s-so good, I-I’m so close, Law -!” you cried out desperately, your voice weak.

“That so?” Law replied smugly, his fingers still rubbing tight circles against your clit, still thrusting his big cock into your tight walls.

“Cum on my cock, y/n.” he commanded.

With his permission, you gave into your orgasm, letting it take you, moaning your captain's name as if it were a prayer and you were begging to be forgiven, “Law, Law, Law, L-Law--!”

You gushed around his cock, your slick coating his shaft and down his balls.

Your body gave out, you felt like putty in his hands, legs buckling beneath you, making you begin to fall into the mattress, but Law catches you and holds you up, fucking you right through your orgasm.

He is relentless, his pace only quickening as he chases his orgasm. With a few more harsh thrusts, you feel him release within you, thick, hot ropes of his cum decorating your tight, pulsating walls. He’s groaning loudly, keeping his cock deep within you as he comes down from his high.

You’re a puddle beneath him, weak and shaking.

He pulls out, leaving you empty, pulsing around nothingness. You blush hard as you feel his hot seed begin to spill from your sore cunt.

He moves next to you, his strong hand sweetly caressing your cheek as he looks down at you, “are you okay?” he inquires, voice tinted with a bit of concern.

You smile softly, eyes closed, “better than okay, captain.”

He hums happily at your response, sliding his hands beneath you to lift you up. Safe in his strong arms, you nuzzle your face into his tattooed chest. When you open your eyes again, the two of you are back in the bathroom. Law sets you down before reaching in and turning on the shower.

You found yourself staring at Law’s muscular back as the two of you waited for the water to heat up. Your head was spinning. Did that really just happen? Was this really the same man you had come to know? Cold, distant, unambiguous? The one who had just pounded you into his mattress and destroyed your insides? Couldn’t be. He was a different man in the bedroom, rough, messy, unforgiving.

Trafalgar Law was precise and controlled with many things in his life, but not in how he fucked you.

You decided to finally speak as you stepped into the shower, pleased to see that Law was joining you beneath the stream of hot water.

“Th-That was…” you began shyly, “a different side of you, captain.”

Law smirked, running his fingers through his now wet hair.

“It’s always been inside me, y/n,” he explained, “You’re just the first to discover it,” he turned to look at you, smirking.

“I see,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and getting on your tiptoes to meet his lips. He ran his wet hands down your body, humming happily.

“Do you want to be mine, y/n?” Law questions, his long fingers running through your hair.

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You fell asleep in Law’s arms that night, an arrangement that was out of routine for the both of you.

The next morning, when you awoke, Law wasn’t beside you.

Your heart sunk a little, until you looked at the time, 8am. Of course, Law was up already.

As you made your way into the dining room, you were greeted with your crewmates' cheers.

As soon as you sat down at the table, Bepo rushed towards you happily, a plate of perfectly-prepared pancakes in his paw. He placed the stack in front of you, giggling, “Can you believe it?! Captain made pancakes for us! Not that boring crap he always eats!” The polar bear grins and sits down next to you, diving in on his own plate.

You rose from your seat, making your way to the kitchen to find Law in front of the stove, cooking more pancakes.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, giggling into his back, “No boring oatmeal this morning, captain? What’s the occasion?”

You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was smirking as he spoke,

“Just thought of switching it up,” he says, “I recently learned that it’s beneficial to change up your routine once in a while.”

You smile as you feel his hand meet yours, intertwining your fingers.

“More than beneficial,” you replied, giving your captain’s hand a knowing squeeze.

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

ahhh that’s it! i hope you all enjoy-!

as i said, this is my first smut, so i’m nervous but excited for you all to read it!

also, i think it is fitting that Law was my first smut post, since he’s my favorite! and my literal husband

anyway, please tell me what you think! ʚ♡︎ɞ

oh and i’d love suggestions for my next fic!

thank you-! ♡︎ ◡̈

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[thatoneoldguy]

good girl's don't beg

-> geto x reader 

-> WC: 1.2k

-> CW: swearing, pwp, edging, protected sex, penetration, choking, some titty slapping, a bit of rough sex, some overstimulation, soft dom geto, sub reader. This is literally just sex my dudes. 

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Requests Open 

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A/N: The grammar may not be perfect but I tried my best. 

Thank you for reading this, that’s what I’ll start with. I’m not a stranger to writing, however this is my first jjk fic, and I also have not written for a couple months. I try to consistently write but that’s an ideal, and isn’t always reality. Anyway, that’s not the point, the point is I hope you like this. I have more ideas for fics with jjk men, and my requests are currently open. Feedback is always welcome as long as its in some form constructive being a hater isn’t helpful to anyone. 

I'll probably have longer fic's with plot soon too, but for obvious reasons, shorter scenes like this will come out faster. 

The kitchen table was cold on your back. Your fingers digging into the edges of the wood. 

"Please," You begged. Your fingers itching to trail in his hair. 

"Good girls listen," Geto said, his thumb ghosting over your clit, "they don't beg." 

His breath was hot against your already heated centre, your mind was numbing slowly from the number of times he'd taken you to the edge only to pull back and leave you whining on the table. 

You couldn't touch him. 

You couldn't come. 

You couldn't think. 

You whined his name again your grip on the table tightening as he leaned in, letting his tongue graze your clit. 

"You want more?" He asked. His hands move to roughly holding your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin. 

"Yes." Your voice was unsteady and you focused on keeping your hips still. He licked slowly applying more pressure than before but not enough. 

You bit your lip to keep from whining but it was no use, a whimper left your lips anyway. 

He laughed at you, a soft chuckle that moved through you. He brought his hand to you again sinking two long fingers into your wetness and pumping once. 

"Move your hips, babe," He said and kept his hand still. You sighed and shifted your hips, moving on his fingers as he rose above you lining his face up with your tits, he caught a nipple in his mouth biting down on it. 

"That's it, baby girl," he mumbled around your nipple as you found your rhythm. Your moans got louder as you got closer to the lip of the familiar cliff again. His teeth moved to nipping your sensitive skin as you got closer and closer. 

You prayed he wouldn't pull away from you again. You were there, just a few seconds more. One foot was off the cliff, any second now you'd fall. A heavy heat clawed at the pit of your stomach, your hips were moving at a frantic pace. 

"You close baby?" Geto asked his words coasting over your heated skin. 

"Yes." You breathed, and his fingers were gone. A heavy hand pressed into your lower stomach holding you against the table. You groaned loudly, your eyes closing as your orgasm receded. 

"Not yet." He smirked. 

You breathed heavily as Geto leaned over you, his lips moving over your skin, tugging and nipping. His hands coasting over skin trying to soothe your frustration. 

Your hands still white-knuckled the table. You felt like you were going to die from this, you wanted to beg, but you knew if you did it would prolong his tormenting. 

You stayed still, breathing, eyes closed tightly as he moved slowly caressing your body with soft touches and softer kisses.

"Let's try that again." He muttered his lips hovering just above you. "But keep your hips still this time." Your breath shuttered at his words. 

"Okay." 

He sank two fingers into you again, you could hear how wet you were as he pumped them. He was going so slow, but you were so sensitive that the knot in your stomach built again fast. He added another finger drawing a breathy moan from you. His pace increased and the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers vibrated in your ears as you began to drown in the heat all over again. 

"Open your eyes, baby," Geto spoke softly his lips still hovering over yours. "Do you want to come?" 

"Yes." You whispered, the word barely leaving your mouth. 

He pressed a heavy wet kiss to your lips, his tongue pushing in. But his fingers slowed again, his free hand threading into your hair. He kissed you like that, his tongue moving with the same rhythm as his fingers. 

"Then come around my cock," He said pulling away from you completely. 

You kept your eyes from fluttering shut again at the loss of him. Instead, you watched him as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and pulled his cock out of his sweats. It only took him seconds to glide the condom on and line up with you, but it felt like forever to you. 

Geto settled on his elbows over you as he pushed into you slowly. 

"Fuck," he cursed as he sank into you, his hips pressing into yours as he bottomed out. He stayed like that for a minute, his face buried into your neck, his teeth pulling at your skin. 

Finally, he thrusted up, but it was slow still. Painfully slow. 

"Geto," You stretched out his name. 

He pushed off his elbows, his hands moving to your hips as he stood up. He pulled you with him, your hips hovering above the table. Geto moved for your hands next grabbing them both, bringing them to your belly button and pushing down. He held them tightly in one hand. The other hand digging into your waist. 

He looked down at you unmoving for another second before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you. 

"Keep your eyes on me." He demanded as his hips snapped into you again, and again, and again. His pace picked up with each thrust. 

"I love watching your tits bounce like this." He said, letting your hip go to quickly smack your boob. 

You whined at the sting, your eyes shutting for a second.

In that second Geto dropped you back to the table his body coming down over yours again as he moved your hands over your head. 

You groaned as the angle changed. His cock hit your g-spot as his thrusts got angrier. 

"Eyes open." He snapped. His other hand moves from your hip to your throat. 

"Fuck," You mutter around the pressure at your throat. 

"Take it." He muttered, his pace picking up again. Your body slid up the table an inch and Geto cursed his hips snapping into you harder. 

The knot in your stomach was at its end, the heat crawling over you was oppressive. Geto's hand at your throat was almost bruising and it all came crashing down on you in a rough wave. 

You cried out, your hands fighting against his, and he let you go. Finally getting to touch him. Your arms instantly went around his head and your body arched up into his. Your chest crushing into his as you came. 

He cursed as your walls spasmed around him, your body writhing and shaking under his. His fingers stayed around your throat as he fucked you through your high. His thrusts didn't slow, instead, he became rougher milking your orgasm. 

"Dammit, baby." He moved his head down to yours pressing his forehead to yours, and letting his fingers drift down your chest so that he was holding your tit, his thumb rubbing at your nipple. 

You mewled at the ministration, overwhelmed by him. It was almost too much, his cock was still hitting your g-spot as he worked himself up to his orgasm. You were gasping under him. 

"Geto please." You begged, looking up into his eyes. Your hand twisted into his hair as you tilted your head up to kiss him. 

Geto's hands dropped to the table beside you as he finally came, his hips stuttering through his orgasm. He moaned into your mouth as the condom filled with his cum. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He repeated as he worked through his orgasm your hips lightly rocking against him as he slowed. 

He stilled against you, his cock still buried inside you. His lips still moved with yours in a lazy kiss. You didn't want him to move. Honestly, you felt like you could stay like this forever with Geto pressed against you, in you.

A/N: again thank you for reading! send in a request if you'd like!

~ hxt1b, feb 5 2024

[thatoneoldguy]

28 with law please! 💖

I got multiple requests for this one 😭

law + dry humping/clothed sex

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Your boyfriend's iron will is beyond irritating to you sometimes. When you're needy and whining for Law to fuck you, sometimes he likes to tease you by leaning back and telling you to earn his cock. No matter how good you feel grinding against him or how pretty you sound begging for it, he won't give in.

You straddle Law, kissing him and running your hand through his hair. He pulls away from your lap and leans against the sofa cushions, laying his arms over the backrest. You already know what's coming, and you immediately open your mouth to whine. Your noises are stopped by your boyfriend, who grabs your jaw and pulls your face down to his.

“If you want my cock inside you, then you're gonna have to earn it. Show me how much you want me to fuck you,” he says. He presses a rough kiss on your lips and sits back, ready to let you take over. He adjusts in his seat, getting comfortable. You place your hands on his shoulders and position yourself over his lap. You hope that grinding against his cock, even through the material of his jeans, will get him to cave in.

You start rocking your hips over him, letting out a gasp. You're wearing a skirt, and you can feel the rough texture of the denim beneath you through your underwear. Law watches you intently as you move, soaking up the sight of you on his lap. The pressure feels good for him, and you can feel his cock beginning to press against the front of his jeans, yet he's still happy to let you do all the work yourself. He looks so hot, a teasing smirk plastered on his face as you grind down against him. He loves watching you get reduced to a shaking mess without even taking your clothes off.

He occasionally adjusts his hips, jerking up into you, making the fabric rub against your clit and knocking you off rhythm. You can feel the pressure building in your stomach as you lean in to kiss his smug face. He knows you're close, so he grabs your hips to help you glide over his hard cock. He slightly rocks up into you, helping you along to your orgasm, which hits you out of nowhere.

“you gonna cum for me? Make a mess on my lap?” he teases, pushing you down against him with more force. Your orgasm causes you to throw your head back and arch into Law with a cry of his name. He lets the most intense part of your orgasm subside before wrapping his arms around your torso and turning you so you're on your back against the sofa cushions. He reaches down to his jeans and unbuttons them, pulling his cock free.

“Are you ready to get fucked properly?”

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I hope you enjoyed this! feel free to send your horny anime thoughts to my inbox!!!!

[thatoneoldguy]

you should make a version of corrupting suguru when he does call u mamas 😈😈

⊹ ࣪ ˖ More corrupting virgin! Suguru thoughts…

MDNI!! Virginity loss (again, from Suguru). He literally only calls you “mamas” I think he calls you baby one time too though. reader’s a little bit mean but not really. Riding. Idk I think that’s all I can’t remember. Not proofread.

“Lemme do this for you… come on, Sugu..” you whisper in Suguru’s ear, a sly smile embracing your lips as you throw your arms around his neck.

Suguru sucks in a deep breath, looking at you from his peripheral vision. You have that smile on again, the smile that makes his dick jump in his pants. Sighing, he unwraps your arms from his neck and turns around to face you.

“Fine… go ahead, mamas,” Suguru releases a deep breath that he’s been holding in for a while now. In a matter of milliseconds, you’re on him—smashing your lips against his, running your hands through his soft black hair.

Suguru moans into the needy kiss, though it’s muffled thanks to the contact. With hesitation, Suguru places his hands on your hips before digging his fingers into the clothed flesh of them. You lean into him, pushing your chest to his and causing your boobs to squish with the contact.

Your hands trail down his head, to his neck, shoulders, chest, torso, until you’re finally at the waistband of his jeans. There, you unbuckle his belt, sliding it out from the loops.

You pull back from the kiss to focus on undoing Suguru’s jeans. In the process, his eyes follow your every move—the way your fingers desperately unzip his jeans before you pull them down, creating eye contact with him.

Then, you slide down his boxers. You gulp at the sight of his already hard cock, and Suguru just sighs and throws his head back.

“F-fuck, mamas…” he sighs, voice breathy and borderline needy. In response to his reaction, you giggle and take his length in your hands. Carefully, you stroke his hard on, grinning at the sight before you.

“Such a pretty cock.” You say with the intention of getting a shy response from him. Suguru just laughs under his breath, shaking his head as he slowly reaches for your wrist.

“Don’t be mean, mamas,” Suguru whispers. You just hum and nod, proceeding with your gentle strokes to his dick.

You can feel the heat pool between your legs already, and it makes you squeeze your thighs together. Suguru’s tip is leaking pre-cum, so you finally raise your hips to shimmy down your skirt, followed by your panties and exposing your dripping pussy.

Suguru bites his lower lip at the scene in front of him. You take your hand and place it on his chest, lowering his back down so it’s comfortably rested against the mattress. You crawl above his lap, when you take his cock and line it up with your pussy before lowering yourself down on it.

“Ah, shit…” Suguru mutters and knits his eyebrows together, already feeling hot just from his tip entering your cunt. You continue with your actions, moving gently down on his dick. You gasp at the feeling, but Suguru is on the verge of blowing his load right then and there.

At this point, he’s already almost all the way in.

“Mmph—Suguru, you’re so big…” you mumble and try to balance yourself on his dick. Suguru is quiet apart from the shaky breaths and low grunts. It all feels so new yet so good; your walls are so warm, squeezing him so nicely. “I’m… gonna move now, alright?”

“Mhm… mkay, mamas,” and so you gradually begin to move up and down on his cock, one hand on his chest and your other near you. Suguru is sucking in deep breaths, groaning and moaning.

Yes, moaning.

Suguru’s hands fly to your waist, keeping a firm grip on them but trying to keep it gentle enough to not hurt you.

Of course, it’d be fun to be a little mean about the who thing. So you start to pick up the pace, watching sweat form on his forehead as he starts panting.

“Mamas… mamas, you’re so fucking—tight…!” Suguru basically whimpers. You grin and continue to raise your hips so he’s barely in your pussy before aggressively slamming down and picking up the rough pace.

Suguru just can’t help but push himself deeper into you by thrusting upwards, however, it was very unexpected. You gasp, clenching around his cock before whining.

“Mh—fuck, Suguru—don’t… don’t do that,” you’re squeezing your eyes shut. Suguru nods, sighing, letting out warm breaths.

“Right, sorry, my bad, mamas,” Suguru’s eyes are screwed shut, his breath heavy and his face sweaty already.

Your pussy is enveloping his cock, sliding up and down with the work of your hips. Suguru watches the way his dick disappears into the warmth of your cunt, as if he’s mesmerized by it.

“Fuck, you feel so g-good, mamas…” Suguru groans, but it’s on the verge of a whimper. You giggle but it’s interrupted by a loud, abrupt moan. His cock hits all the right spots, and it has your stomach tightening.

You can feel Suguru’s dick twitching inside of you, and you look down at him, who is already looking up at you. His shirt is riding up his torso, exposing his bare abs, that are also painted in sweat.

“Shit, mamas—“ Suguru bites his lower lip, “I’m gonna cum,”

“Yeah?” Your voice is playful and almost mean. “Cum, then, go on.” You keep bouncing on his cock, your tits jiggling from the effort. Suguru whines before he’s releasing his load inside of you.

It’s long and it’s a new, euphoric feeling for Suguru. His eyes flutter shut in bliss (mb for repeating this like ten times), cheeks flushed and a smile gracing his lips.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Suguru repeats breathily like a mantra, as well as murmurs of your name. As if triggered by his finish, you’re coming undone all over his cock, head tilting to the side as your hips start to get sloppy.

“Mm, b-baby—“ he’s panting now, overwhelmed by the new feeling in the best way possible. Your walls clamp down on his length, squeezing him tightly and cumming all over him.

“Sugu, you’re so deep…” you sigh before removing him from your pussy. Your bodies are all covered and glistening with sweat.

Throwing your body beside his, you turn your head to look at him.

“I love you,” Suguru whispers after focusing his gaze on you. In return, you flash him a sweet smile.

“I love you, too,”

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[thatoneoldguy]

Relaxation pt. 2

Nsfw follow up to Relaxation. Mostly smut with some fluff at the end. While technically a part 2, you don't need to read the first one to understand this one.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x afab!reader

CW: Lots of teasing, soft dom!Law, switch!Law, switch!reader, oral (f!receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, light choking, hand pinning, overstimulation, creampie, cum play, aftercare

WC: 3k

18+ under the cut, MDNI

Law places a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling back. You give him a sleepy smile in return. He cups your cheek softly, thumb rubbing soothingly against it. “You look tired. Do you want to go to bed?”

You shake your head, “Not just yet.”

He raises a brow, and you smile coyly at him. He rolls his eyes in understanding, letting out a soft huff of amusement.

You step forward so that your naked front is pressed flush against his. His eyes widen at the contact, hands dropping instinctively to your hips.

“I have a few more ideas for tonight,” You murmur softly, fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest.

He lets out a stuttered breath, eyes fluttering. “I can’t say no when you flirt like this.”

“That’s the idea,” You smile playfully at him, pleased to see lust darkening his eyes. “It’s not often I get you away from your desk. I want to make the most of your attention.”

Guilt darkens his features, and you’re quick to soothe it away. “I love how hard you work, Law. I’m just teasing you.”

He nods uncertainly, so you pull his head towards yours to ease his worries with a kiss. You can feel his length hardening against your front, making you grind your hips against his. He moans softly into your mouth, so you do it again.

His grip on your hips tightens, but when he pulls you even tighter against him you push away and step out of his grasp. He frowns, seeing the playful glint in your eyes.

“You’re such a tease,” He complains.

“I know,” You giggle.

With a huff, Law pulls you hard against him and keeps you there. He kisses you again, tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and tangling with yours in a way that makes your body go limp. You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into his freshly washed hair to keep you steady.

“Come on,” You say when he finally pulls back. You grab his hand and guide him into your shared bedroom. He smirks, allowing you to lead. His free hand and lips never leave your body as you walk the short distance into the room. A couple of steps before the bed, Law spins you back around so you’re facing him again and trails eager kisses down the column of your throat.

“I’ve missed this,” You sigh in pleasure as his teeth graze your pulse point. “It’s been too long since we’ve had some time to ourselves.

He lifts his head to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closing as a soft sigh escapes his pretty lips. His hands tighten against your hips. “I’ve missed you too. Let me make it up to you.”

You raise your brows in surprise. You’re about to ask him how he plans on doing that when the air is stolen from your lungs as his rough fingers caress your hardened nipples.

You tilt your head back and moan softly as Law traces a path from your lips to your chest with his mouth, leaving bite marks and kisses in his wake. You hold onto his strong shoulders for support as he wraps his warm mouth around one of your nipples, flicking his tongue over it in the way you like. He uses a tattooed hand to pinch the other nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you let out a soft cry in response to his teeth biting softly against your nipple. You look down to find his eyes on your face, watching your reactions to his ministrations.

The sight of him with his mouth on your nipple sends a wave of arousal straight to your core. You’re impossibly wet, pussy begging for attention as Law continues to tease your tits. You mindlessly grind against him, making him moan in approval.

Law breaks his contact from your tits to keep kissing and biting his way down your stomach. You can’t do anything but gasp as he reaches your lower stomach, muscles jumping and clenching desperately as he teases you. You can feel his satisfied smirk against your skin as he avoids where you need him most, moving instead to nip at your hip bone.

“Please,” You beg.

 He ignores you, pushing you down to sit on the edge of the bed. He kneels in front of you and pushes your legs apart. He ignores your dripping pussy, gently biting your inner thighs instead. You moan at the sensation, fingers tangling into his hair.

“That feel nice?” He asks innocently.

“You know it does you tease,” You glare at him, eyes hooded with pleasure. He chuckles softly, moving to repeat the action on your other thigh.

He bites a little harder this time, and closer to your pussy. You whimper pleadingly, needing to feel his mouth on you. “Please, Law.”

“You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you? So eager to have my mouth on you.” You nod frantically in agreement as he lowers his head down, so close that you can feel his breath ghosting over your clit. You twitch in response, body shaking in anticipation.

Finally, Law lowers his head and licks a slow stripe down your pussy. You groan in relief. He flicks his tongue softly over your clit before tracing the edge of your weeping hole. You feel his groan against you as he finally gets a taste of the juices spilling from you. You shiver at the vibrations.

Law continues licking slow, teasing stripes over your pussy until you’re breathlessly begging for more. His tongue dips lightly into your hole before pulling right back out. He traces gentle circles around your clit, but never enough for you to feel any relief. You’re so worked up, unable to even grind your pussy more into his face because of the strong arm pinning you to the mattress.

A sob falls from your lips as you helplessly watch him tease you. His eyes meet yours, seemingly pleased with your desperation.

Begging was having no effect on him, so you tried to reason with him instead. “You said you were supposed to be making things up to me,” You try, voice hoarse and breathy. “But you’re just teasing me. Thought you were supposed to make me feel good, Law.”

You feel him sigh against you, forcing a shudder down your spine. Then, much to your surprise and delight, he picks up the pace.

His lips close over your clit, roughly bringing it into his mouth as he alternates between sucking, nibbling, and licking. Two thick fingers slip easily inside of you, stretching you perfectly. Your head falls back as you lose yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you. His fingers hook inside of you, finding that perfect spot with ease.

Law knew exactly how to get you off as efficiently as possible. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem to bring you quickly to the edge. With one last flick of his tongue over your swollen clit, you came with a cry, falling back against the mattress.

He slowed his movements to work you through your orgasm, eyes never leaving your face. He loved watching you come undone, knowing it was all for him.

As the tremors faded, he pulled back and rubbed his palms soothingly over your thighs, helping you come down from your high.

Back to yourself, you prop yourself up onto your elbows to look at him. He smiles at you before he kisses a path up your body until his lips are hovering over yours.

“That was mean.” You pout.

His eyebrow raised, “What, me making you come?”

“No, you teasing me!”

He laughs, “If it bothered you so much, why didn’t you do something about it?” His eyes shine playfully.

“Would you like that? Me taking control?”

His face blushes a pretty shade of red, and you grin. Usually, Law loved being in control. That was consistent both in and out of the bedroom. But every now and then, he liked you being in charge. It seemed this was one of those times.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down. With all of your strength, you managed to roll the two of you over so that you were straddling him, and he was pinned under you. The blush on his face darkens as you pin his wrists over his head. If he wanted to, he could easily overpower you. But for now, he let you be in charge.

You grin victoriously, eager to tease him back. Slowly, you kiss and lick your way down his neck. You pause to suck a mark into the sensitive spot on the curve of his neck. He practically whines under you, hips rutting against yours. Your eyes close as a moan falls from your lips when the head of his cock brushes against your overly sensitive clit.

“How does it feel to be the one getting teased?”

“I don’t think you realize how much you excite me.” His eyes are heavy-lidded. He looks drunk with lust.

I can’t help the shiver of satisfaction. “You look so pretty like this.”

His blush deepens as he whimpers at your words. He had never been good at taking compliments, but with you pinning him down he had no choice. You can feel his body shake slightly against you, a mixture of excitement and frustration.

You reposition your hips to give you a better angle as you start grinding against his cock. The slickness in your pussy from your earlier orgasm made it easy for you to slide over his considerable length.

You bring your lips back to his to kiss him hard as you pick up the speed of your hip movements. Law thrusts his hips up against yours, matching your movements with equal enthusiasm.

You nibble on his bottom lip, making him gasp. Taking advantage of his parted lips, you slip your tongue into his mouth. He whimpers underneath you, kiss sloppy as you get him all worked up. His cock twitches underneath you, and he moans.

Suddenly, he wrenches his hands-free from your grasp to grab your hips, pulling you off of his cock. His head is tilted back, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed. He gasps for breath, hands digging into your hips. You have to rest your hands on his chest to steady yourself as he keeps you suspended in the air.

His cock is twitching, the tip an angry red. Your mouth waters at the precum leaking from it.

“Too much teasing?” You pout. You hadn’t realized how close he’d been to cumming, but you could see the signs of it now.

“Too much teasing.” He agrees, eyes peeling open as he lowers your hips back down. His hands stay though, forcing you to remain still.

“I couldn’t help it. You look so pretty all breathless and flustered underneath me.”

He groans, eyes falling shut again. You grin as his cock twitches underneath you.

“You won this round.” He admits.

You laugh. “I’ll let you take back control.”

He eyes you suspiciously, making you roll your eyes. You roll off of him, settling yourself against the pillows to get comfortable. He tracks your movements almost predatorily.

He crawls over you, arms caging you in. He smiles as he bumps his nose against yours. “I love you, y/n-ya.”

You moan as a hand pins your arms against the headboard, mirroring what you’d done to him earlier. “I love you too, Law.”

With a borderline feral grin, he leans in to kiss you passionately. His hips rut against yours, cocking brushing against your overstimulated clit over and over again. You whine at the feeling, your body jerking each time.

He grabs one of your thighs, kneading the flesh before hoisting it up to position it over his shoulder. This angle was a favourite of his because it allowed him unrestricted access to deep inside of you.

With his free hand, he grabs his cock and positions it over your entrance. In one fluid movement, he sheathes himself fully inside of you. You both moan against the other's mouth at the feeling.

He starts thrusting, gently at first to let you adjust. He gradually picks up speeding until he’s thrusting into you hard and fast. The mattress creaks underneath you and the headboard slams against the wall with each thrust. His hips press deliciously against yours, pubic bone rubbing your clit with each pass.

“So big, Law,” You whine, eyes rolling back into your head. “Filling me up so well.”

He growls at your words, thrusting even more frantically into you.

He keeps kissing you, tangling your tongue with his, and biting your bottom lip. You kiss him back as well as you can, but your kisses grow sloppier with each thrust. You are quickly approaching your climax.

Your arms tug against the hand holding them in place, desperate for something to ground you. As always, Law knows what you need. He releases his hold on your wrists, moving his hand down to cup your tits instead. You tangle one hand into his hair, and the other digs into his waist helping to guide each thrust.

“Fuck, just like that.” Law moans into your ear as you clench around him, seconds away from your climax. “Squeezing me so tight. Feel so good under me.”

One more thrust is all it takes to have you cumming with a cry. Your nails dig into his waist, and you pull on his hair. He moans at the sensation as you thrash under him, your whole body shaking from the overwhelming orgasm.

Law maintains his pace as your pussy clenches around him. He groans into your mouth, the sensation driving him crazy.

“Yeah baby, just like that. Pussy gripping me so tight can barely pull out enough to thrust into you. Feel good, baby? You’re fucking perfect like you were made for me.” Law grunts out praises as you ride your high. He always got like this, words flowing freely from his lips as he got closer to his own climax. You could barely hear what he was saying, the heavy fog of pleasure dulling your senses. The sound of his voice was enough to soothe you though, bringing you back down to Earth.

Law reached his index finger up from your throat to tap on your cheek. “You still with me?”

You peeled your eyes open, trying and failing to focus on his face. You manage a nod, and he tangles his fingers with your own, bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth to plant a kiss against it.

You moan, partially from the feeling of him still thrusting into your sensitive pussy and partially from the intimacy of his hand in yours, eyes boring into you to make sure you're okay.

You move your other hand from the back of his head to his cheek, guiding his head down to yours. You kiss him eagerly as his movements grow more frantic. The hand on your chest tightens, making you moan. His thrusts grow less fluid as you feel him rapidly approach his high.

You bring your other leg up to wrap around his waist, eyes rolling back as you feel the tip of his cock pound impossibly deeper into your pussy.

Law’s noises grow more desperate, and you squeeze around him. He whines at the sensation, mouth falling slack as he gives one final thrust before spilling inside of you.

You hold him tight against you as he paints the walls of your pussy white with his cum. He’s shaking when he finishes. He pulls slowly out of you, gently lowering your leg off of his shoulder and placing it onto the bed. He sits back to admire his work as you feel some of his cum slip out of you.

One long finger gathers it before it can fall onto the comforter and pushes it back inside of you. His smirk is proud as he tears his eyes away from your messy pussy to meet your eyes.

“Don’t want you making a mess.” He explains, voice teasing.

You roll your eyes, draping an arm over your face to hide your blush. The way Law was looking at you, with complete reverence in his eyes, made you shy. You knew it was ridiculous, considering what you’d just done, but you couldn’t stop your cheeks from reddening.

The arm was pulled away from your face with gentle but insistent fingers, and you peeled one eye open to see Law hovering over you with a smile on his face. He dropped a gentle kiss to your lips before rolling over onto the bed beside you.

He moved you with ease so that your back was pressed against his front, and he wrapped his arms around you.

He kissed your shoulder gently, nuzzling against his bite marks from earlier. “These are pretty.”

You try to huff in annoyance, but you’re smiling too hard for there to be any bite to it. “You’re the only one who will think so. I’m gonna be wearing a turtleneck for weeks just to cover them up!”

You can feel him smile against your skin. You should’ve known better than to expect sympathy from him. He loved marking you up.

“That’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” He says seriously.

You scoff. “Are you-”

You’re cut off by the sound of his laughter. It catches you off guard, but a moment later you join him, laughing too.  

“Goodnight, y/n-ya.” Law kisses the top of your head, arms tightening around you to hold you firmly against him “I love you.”

You can feel your eyes closing, sleep starting to pull you under. “I love you too,” You murmur back. You drift off into the peaceful embrace of sleep, wrapped securely in your lover’s arms. You’d never felt safer.

A/N: guys lowkey i feel like my writing's getting repetitive LMAO im gonna try spicing it up a bit in my next one.

[thatoneoldguy]

Heal Me

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: softdom!law, sub!reader, breast play, oral (f recieving), fingering, teasing, piv sex, unprotected sex, missionary, mating press, slight stomach bulge, slight restraint (wrists above head), choking, cervix kisses, reassurance, praise, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare, fluff. 

summary: established relationship, reader is burntout & overworked, law helps her feel better (awe), very fluffy at times, law is soft dom, reader is sub, law is a confident dom, lots of reassurance and praise, law talks you through it, aftercare.  

word count: ~4,300

this is very self-indulgent, i will admit, but im going through a rough patch and needed to write it to help myself out a bit. :')

i hope you enjoy-! ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

note: this is only loosely proofread (oops)

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.���𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

Heal Me

Exhaustion clung to your face like maggots on death, evident in all the worst ways. 

You had long abandoned attempting to keep track of how long you had been cloistered up in your room, but you knew it had been hours at this point.

You could feel every muscle and joint inside your body screaming for any sort of release as you remained hunched over in your desk, eyelids growing heavy as you desperately tried to read the last sentence of your textbook. You knew it was meaningless, your brain was mush at this point and attempting to shove any more information into your head would surely push you over the edge. You read the words, but nothing came to be concrete in your brain anymore, the concepts simply ventured in and out, pointless. 

You knew it was time to call it quits, your mouth was dry and your stomach ached around nothing. You rewarded your body with a long stretch, earning satisfying pops and cracks from your tired limbs. You let out a deep sign before turning off your desk lamp and exiting the room. One aching foot after the other, you walked tiredly towards the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. 

You were like your Trafalgar Law in a lot of ways. One in particular being the way in which you both overworked yourselves to the point of burnout. Neither of you were the type to give yourself ample time to rest when you needed it. 

 Law knew better than anyone what it meant to be a workaholic, and the moment you entered the room and met his gaze, he didn’t even need to ask what you had been doing. 

Your usually bright and lively visage was now tainted with nothing but fatigue and weariness, and Law’s heart ached at the sight. He always found comfort in your vibrant face, your glowing skin, but it all had dissipated as the result of your hard work, leaving nothing but paleness and dark circles behind. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he began, standing up from his own desk. 

You smiled weakly as he made his way towards you,

“I know, I know…” you chuckled softly, rubbing your eyes with the backs of your hands. 

He embraced you softly, rubbing your tired shoulders with his strong hands. 

“You really need to stop working yourself so hard,” he signed, “It’s not healthy.” 

You hummed softly and instinctively leaned into his arms, melting beneath his gentle touch. 

“I know, doctor,” you chuckled softly before glancing up at him, “But you're one to talk,” you shot your gaze towards the mess of papers and books crowding his desk. 

“I know, I know…” he parroted your statement from before, now running his hands up and down your back. 

You leaned into him further, your tired body melding with his, he was essentially holding you up at this point.

Without him, you feared you’d fall. 

“Law,” you began, resting the top of your head against his abdomen, talking down to your feet.

But before you could finish, Law took your chin in his hand and tilted your head up so you were looking into his eyes again,

“Go lay down,” he said softly, his velvety voice soothing the noise inside your skull, “Let me take care of you, baby.” 

Your boyfriend rarely used pet names to address you, but on the rare occasions he did, it never failed to make your heart flutter.

You smiled softly and immediately complied, untangling yourself from his grasp and slowly making your way to the bed. 

You pulled back the sheets before crawling in, making room for Law to do the same. 

He moved in behind you, allowing you to sit in his lap, your back resting against his chest, his against the headboard. He leaned forward to softly kiss the top of your head, making you hum in contentment. His arms snaked around your body, inked fingers beginning to rub comforting circles into your thighs. You let out a deep sigh, nestling into his strong arms. His hands slowly worked their way upwards, making you shiver in his grasp as his fingers danced over your crotch. 

You instinctively grasped his wrist, moving his hand to make him cup your aching sex, causing him to let out a small, suprised noise from within his chest.  You glanced back and up at him, exhaustion still evident in your eyes, but now overthrown by something greater, lust. 

“Law, please,” you began again, your lip quivering, “Please help me feel better.”

He used his free hand to hold your cheek, and you instinctively pressed your face into his palm. 

“How do you want me to help you, y/n?” he inquired, his voice low, wrapping the words in a comforting, yet passionate tone. 

His velvety timbre commanded your attention, causing tiny raised bumps to instantly appear on your flesh. 

“Just, use me, Law,” you began meekly, your voice leaving your throat both shyly and desperately, “Do whatever you want to me, my body,” you gulped dryly, “Just help me feel better, please.” 

Law studies your face for a moment, your desperate plea still ringing beautifully in his ears, your face is unhchanging, lips quivering, eyes wide and fervent. After a moment, he makes his move, bringing his face down to meet yours, his lips meeting yours softly but passionately, causing you to moan instinctively into his mouth. Your tongues danced together beautifully, perfectly, as if they were destined to meet one another and engage in such harmonious routines. 

Law held your face in his hand as he made out with you, softly biting on your bottom lip, savoring the taste of the tender felsh on his tongue. He pulls away slowly, leaving you panting, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths. 

“Take off your clothes and let me handle the rest,” he commands kindly, quietly. 

You nod your head as you stare into his deep gray eyes, complying without question. 

You softly pull your top over your head, freeing your perky tits, nipples hardening at the exposure to the cool air. Law groans softly to himself, feeling his pants tighten at the sight.

“No bra?” he smirks, reaching forward to pinch your nipples between his hardworking, calloused fingertips. You shake your head shyly before throwing your head back and whimpering at the sudden sensation. 

Law chuckles smugly at your reaction and leans forward, capturing one of your hardened buds in his mouth and sucking gently, earning more delicious moans from your throat as you reach down to run your fingers through his hair. 

“M-Mmm, L-Law,” you moaned shakily, gripping his strands of dark hair between your fingers. He hums softly before moving over to your other nipple, rewarding it with the same wonderful treatment; softly swirling his hot tongue around it and sucking gently. 

“Lay down, y/n” he directed.

You shyly removed your bottoms, leaving your panties on, before laying back and resting your head on the soft pillow. Law positioned himself before you, gray eyes peering over your knees, piercing into your soul. You bit your lip and stared back at him, eagerly awaiting his next instruction. 

And to your delight, it was just the one you hoped for. 

“Spread your legs.” 

His words were like puppet strings, the way they directed you; the minute his command met your ears, your legs swung open, causing a smug smirk to pull at his lips, impressed with your immediate, unwavering obedience. 

“Good,” he huffed, before leaning forwards, his hot breath against your clothed slit causing your back to arch. 

“L-Law…” you pleaded, craning your neck to look down at him. 

The sight alone made you want to melt, your boyfriend’s sexy face staring up at you from between your quivering legs. 

This is the area he ruled over, and he knew that. 

Law places a comforting hand on your stomach before speaking, “I know what I’m doing, y/n. You know that. Just relax, and let me work.” 

His confidence made warmth pool within your core. 

You laid back again, head hitting the pillow as you let out a deep sigh and closed your eyes. 

With your eyes shut, your other senses heightened, and every one of Law’s hot exhales against your thighs made you twitch, unable to contain your eagerness. 

He had you spellbound beneath him and you just wanted him to touch you. 

And in an instant, your prayers were answered, as if he had read your mind, Law rewarded your patience with a long stripe of his tongue against your clothed cunt. 

“N-Nghh, L-Law…m-my panties, please,” you moaned shakily, your back arching off the bed before Law pressed his hand down again, grounding you once more. 

“Shhh,” Law shushed you, making the noise into your cunt as he continued to kiss and lick at it. 

As he conitnued to stimulate you with his mouth, his inked fingers dipped beneath the fabric of your panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. He threw them over his shoulder like they were nothing, because they were, nothing. Nothing but a burden, nothing but fabric that was getting in his way. This action caused you to moan and gasp softly, the feeling of the cool air hitting your dripping cunt startling you a bit. 

Law places a hand on each of your thighs, spreading them further, giving him ample room to work his magic. 

And there it was, that devilish tongue. 

He dips his face down before finally rewarding you with a long lick from your opening to your clit, causing you to throw your head back and twitch beneath him, 

“L-Law-!” you cried, your hands instantly finding themselves within his messy black hair. 

He groans into your cunt before slowly licking you again, all the way up, before latching onto your aching clit and suckling gently. 

“O-Oh, f-fuck-!” you cried, your legs shaking uncontrollably and unintentionally snapping shut around his head. 

He unlatches from your clit and chuckles softly,

“I know it feels good, baby, but try to hold those legs open for me, sweetheart,” he smirks, pressing on both your thighs again, forcing your legs down once more.

“M-mhm,” you nodded feverishly, obediently, just wanting him to start again. 

He holds your shaking legs open and begins licking at your slit once again, groaning into it as his tongue works wonders into your cunt. 

“Fuck, you always taste like heaven, y/n,” he praises in between licks and slurps, causing you to moan and cry out for him again and again. 

Your body flinches in pleasure beneath him as he latches onto your swollen clit once again, the intense stimulations sending lashes of pleasure throughout your needy, spent body. 

As if it couldn’t feel any more intense, Law takes it up a step by bringing two fingers, his middle and ring, up to circle your leaking opening. 

“M-Mmm! Law!” you cried at the stimulation, fingers digging into the bedsheets as he begins to press his digits inside you, stretching you out. 

“Shit, you’re so damn tight,” he groans against your clit before returning to suckling on it, continuing to press his slender fingers inside your pulsating cunt. 

“A-Ah, fuck!” you cursed, taking a few deep breaths as you finally feel his fingers reach all the way inside you.

He gives you no time to adjust before he curls his fingers, hitting that one spot within you dead-on, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as you let out a heavenly moan. 

Law begins to pump his inked fingers inside you, curling them upwards at the end of each pass to meet your spongey g-spot, his hot, skillfull mouth still latched onto your pulsing clit. 

A and T disappear into you over and over again, your juices painting their ink and their knuckles white. 

Your moans are loud, euphoric, and uncontrollable as Law pleases you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each bump to your g-spot and lick to your clit. You begin to see stars beneath your eyelids as your boyfriend helps you chase your fast-approachig orgasm. 

You don’t even have to tell him, he knows your body like the back of his tattooed hand. 

He knows you’re close, and he’ll do anything in his power to get you there, to get you there harder and faster than the last time he did so. 

“L-Law-!” you cry out, gripping his hair between your fingers tightly, legs shaking around his head as he continues to hold one thigh open with his free hand. 

His digits pump within you religiously, suckling on your clit like it was oxygen and he was suffocating, taking time to lap at your folds between each suck and pass. 

“I-I’m-” you cried, shaking beneath your boyfriend as he had his way with you, “I’m coming-!” you threw your head back and gushed onto his fingers and tongue, causing Law to groan erotically into your messy cunt. 

You moaned shakily and fevershily, a panting wreck as he withrew his soaked fingers, giving your pulsating cunt a few more loving licks before removing his face from between your legs. 

He brings A and T up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them as he keeps eyecontact with you, the lewd sight causing you to groan softly, still attempting to catch your fleeting breath. 

He was quite the sight to behold; confident, satisfied face burning red, his goatee covered in your slick as he stares up at you, still sucking on his own slender fingers. 

Your eyes traced his movements with a level of scrutiny that transcended mere observation. You needed to know what he was going to do next. You ogled at the way his lean arm muscles flexed as he lifted himself from bewteen your legs, now moving atop you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. He sits up in front of you, smirking down at you before reaching for the hem of his shirt, his fingers curling around the fabric. He lifts it over his head, revealing the contours of his muscular torso and his tattooed chest before tossing it behind him, meeting a similar fate as your panties: piled up on the floor. 

“No matter how many times I see you, Law,” you began, your voice ridden with both lust and pure admiration, “I’m always amazed.” 

You don’t miss how a pink blush suddenly dances across his cheeks, breaking his stoic facade.

He smiles softly at you, sending warmth straight to your heart, rushing through your veins, causing your limbs to feel flimsy. Trafalgar Law had consumed every bit of your psyche, and your longing for him was nothing short of insatiable. 

“You know I feel the same when I see you, y/n,” he spoke softly, reaching down to cup your face in his large hand. 

“I know, Law,” you replied quietly, looking up at him with your big, captivating eyes. 

You don’t break your eye contact as you reach down to undo your boyfriend’s belt, biting your lip when you notice his gray eyes growing wider at your actions. 

“I need you, please,” you croaked.

In an instant, your wrists were in his hands and being forced to meet the mattress above your head. 

“I know you do, y/n,” Law smirked, punctuating his words by giving your wrists another firm press into the sheets, “Let me take care of you.”

His inked hands are at his jeans again, removing his belt to meet the rest of your clothes, his jeans following close behind. 

His briefs were all that remained, evidence of his arousal obvious by the way his erection shown prominently through the fabric. 

You gulped dryly as your eyes bore into his crotch, no matter how many times you took him, you always worried beforehand if you’d be able to handle his large size. 

“Y-You’re so big, Law.”

He smirked and chuckled softly, staring down at you in your vulnerable state, arms above your head, body shaking, legs spread, slick running down your thighs, chest rising and falling with each labored breath, hardened nipples exposed. 

“I know I am, baby, but you always take it so well.”

He removed his underwear slowly, teasing you, your eyes glued to his crotch and happy trail, silently begging for him to hurry up and fuck you.

His aching cock sprung free as he finally discarded the fabric, causing him to hiss at the sensation of cool air on his precum-leaking tip. He leans forwards, placing one inked hand at the side of your head, the other gripping his pulsing cock. Law slowly begins rubbing his weeping head up and down your wet slit, causing you to gasp and instinctively grab at his muscular, tattooed back. 

Law smirks and tsks at you, kindly scolding you as he uses the hand that was around his cock to remove your hands from his back and return them to their place above your head. 

“Stay still for me, baby, let me handle it,” his voice was low and sultry, making the heat in your core come to a boil. 

He presses on, grabbing his hard cock once again and moving it back to your opening, slowly sliding it back up and down your wet, aching heat. 

“M-mm, L-Laww…” you pleaded, elongating each sound, your voice weak and desperate. 

You fidgeted beneath him, gnawing on your bottom lip and giving him your biggest eyes. 

“What, baby?” he purred, a smirk tugging at his face, “Tell me.” 

You felt your face heat up at his persistence,

“P-Please fuck me, Law, please, help me feel better,” you whined softly, pouting.

And with that, Law begins to press his blunt tip into your weeping opening, causing you to throw your head back at the stretch, your back arching. 

Law immediately slides an arm beneath your back, still pressing in, hissing at the feeling of his tip becoming engulfed within your sinfully tight insides. 

“F-Fuck, baby,” he groaned, dipping his head down, eyes screwed shut at the stretch. 

He continues to press in, you’re a moaning, whimpering mess beneath him as his thick cock contninues to make its way inside you.

Law grits his teeth, inhaling sharply when he finally bottoms out inside you, the tip of his long cock immediatelly kissing your cervix. 

“M-Mm, sh-shit-” you cursed at the feeling of him reshaping your insides, pulsing within you. 

After a moment of adjustment, Law begins to snap his hips, thrusting into you, causing you to moan out weakly for him, already feeling yourself starting to go dumb on his cock. 

“Sh-Shit, y/n,” he groaned in between thrusts, “You like that baby? Tell me how good this big cock is making you feel,” 

“S-So, so g-good, L-Law-!” you cried, struggling to form proper sentences as your boyfriend began to pound you into the mattress. 

His hips were unforgiving as he thrust roughly into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each pass. 

He makes quick work of getting your legs up and onto his shoulders, allowing him to reach even deeper inside you. 

“A-Ah-!” you let out a sharp moan at the new feeling, throwing your head back and gritting your teeth.

 “'Atta girl,” he groans in between thrusts, smirking down at the sight of you coming undone on his cock. 

You tilt your head down to watch his cock go in and out of you, your eyes growing wide and your cheeks turning pink at the lewd sight of a stomach bulge disappearing and reappearing as he thrusts into you. 

“W-Wow, mmm,” you moaned meekly. 

“Yeah?” he panted, “You see that, baby? You see how well I fill you up? How well I take care of you?”

“M-mmhmmm-!” you replied shakily, blushing at the lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your wet cunt with each thrust. 

Law leans forward, wrapping his right hand around your neck and squeezing softly as he fucks you, 

“Is that okay?” he asks genuinely.

You nod your head feverishly, relishing in the feeling of your head tingling as he chokes you. 

He smirks and picks up the pace of his thrusts, now pounding into your needy cunt even harder and faster, squeezing his strong, tattooed hand around your pretty neck. 

“You look so pretty with my hand around your neck and my cock in your stomach, baby,” he praises. 

“M-Mmm! Th-Thank you, L-Law,” you whine, your head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as your boyfriend rearranges your insides. 

It doesn’t take much longer before you feel another orgasm rapidly approaching, stars dancing beneath your eyelids and skin as Law continues to destroy you. 

The moment he reaches his free hand down and starts to rub your swollen clit, you know you’re nearing the end. 

From the tight circles he’s rubbing into your nub, to the feeling of your head growing numb and fuzzy from his hand around your neck, mixed with the way his big cock is battering your cervix and g-spot, you’d never been so deliciously overstimulated in your life. Your eyes fluttered, half-closed, as waves of indescribable pleasure coursed through your body. 

You felt hot. Hot and tingly. And full. Fuck, you felt so full. You felt so good. His cock was stuffing you to the brim, the way he was choking you made you feel like you’d left Earth, and the tight circles his skillful fingers were rubbing into your clit made your legs shake to the point of no return. Your head spun and nothing else mattered, just you and Law in your bed. 

“You still with me, baby?” Law’s deep, ragged voice snapped you from your out-of-body state, and you nodded feverishly in responde. 

“M-Mhm,” you whimpered, tears pricking in your eyes as Law continued to overstimulate you, pounding into you with no remorse, “I-I’m s-so close-!” you cried weakly, your voice hoarse. 

Law smirked down at you, his thrusts never faltering,

“I’m- right b-behind you, baby,” he stuttered in between groans and thrusts. 

His fingers increased their hectic pace, rubbing frantically yet skillfully into your swollen nub, his cock continuing to rearrange your insides as he pounded you into the mattress, the bedpsrings squeaking beneath his efforts. 

Your legs shook as they hung over his shoulders, and you suddenly felt the band within your core begin to snap, “L-Law-!” you screamed shakily and desperately, not even caring to muffle your pleasure, “I-I’m-fuck!-I’m coming-! P-Please don’t stop!”

“I-I wouldn’t dream of it, y/n,” he groaned, continuing his hectic pace, determined to get you there. 

And in and instant, you felt your orgasm take control of you, waves of pleasure crashing into your body and coursing through your veins, nearly knocking you out.

"F-Fuck-! Law!"

You felt yourself gush onto Law’s pulsating cock and onto his pelvis, your mouth hung open as drool spilled from it, legs shaking around his neck, hands abandoning their position above your head to dig your nails down his muscular back as you screamed for him. 

“F-Fuck, y/n!” Law cursed and moaned your name louder than ever before. Reaching his own orgasm, he threw his head back, eyes shut tightly as he feels himself burst inside you, hot ropes of his cum shooting into you and decorating your womb, euphoria coursing through his body as he gives a few more weak, sloppy thrusts into your cunt before shakily collapsing onto you. 

The two of you struggle to catch your rapid breaths, sweat coating your flesh as you shake in one another’s arms. 

You whimpered into the crook of Law��s neck, holding onto him shakily. 

He hums softly and looks down at you before reaching forward and holding your cheek in his hand, using his thumb to wipe away your tears of pleasure. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he inquires, still rubbing your tears away. 

“M-Mhmm,” you nodded wearily, “More than okay.” 

You smile weakly at him, the tolls of exhaustion from both your workday and session with Law finally hitting your body. 

You suddenly felt a great wave of fatigue wash over you, your body feeling warm and tingly, preparing itself for sleep. 

Your heavy eyelids began to shut as you lay weak in your boyfriend’s arms. 

“Awe, honey,” he smiled softly at you, pleased to know that you’re about to get the rest you so desperately need, and that you feel safe enough to just drift off to sleep in his arms. 

He gently pulls out of you and stands up, tucking his strong arms beneath your knees and under your back, picking you up bridal style.

He places a kiss to your forehead, “Not yet, though, baby,” he whispers, “I need to clean you up.” 

He starts carrying you to the bathroom and you chuckle softly against his tattooed chest, knowing how much it meant to him that you were taken care of after sex. “I know, doctor,” you smiled softly, closing your eyes once again. 

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

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