Law X Reader - Tumblr Posts
Hi, Coza! I hope you are doing well! I miss your writings and am so excited to see your requests are open! :)
I saw a post by sunshinescribes that talked about how Law doesn’t believe in unconditional love and how he thinks relationships should be transactional. Hopefully I can properly link it here because they do a really good job at explaining it: https://www.tumblr.com/sunshinescribes/728643191573757952/i-think-the-most-tragic-part-of-laws-character-is
I was wondering if it was possible to have a scenario based off of this post of reader just appreciating and loving Law because they want to. Like maybe they’re just waking up and reader is using the rare moment of peace and quiet in bed to spill all of their love and sappy thoughts to him. He deserves all of the comfort, love, and care 😭
A/N: Thanks for this devastatingly lovely prompt! Here's the post for everyone if you want to go give it a read (and a like!) Characters: gn reader x Law Cw: none :) Total word count: 850
There Are No Conditions
The way the light refracted through the cabin window in the morning and bounced off of Law’s ravenous hair was one of your favorite things in this world. It was one of the few times he didn’t have a scowl on his face. He rarely smiled in his sleep, but his face almost always looked so peaceful. His eyelids fluttered for a moment, and then his face turned soft again. He must have been having a good dream.
You noticed he was starting to get a few gray hairs. He must have been under some kind of stress recently. Though he always seemed to be since you all had entered the New World. You knew he had a lot on his mind, and you wished there was something you could do to make his life easier. You wanted to bear that burden with him.
“Do you need something?” Law’s voice came out hoarse, but his sudden alertness had startled you slightly.
“Nothing at all,” you said sweetly. “Just admiring you in this light.”
He groaned and pulled you in closer to him. “We’re getting curtains at the next island.”
You gave an exasperated gasp, but snuggled in tightly to him knowing his threat was empty. “And you would deny me of such a simple pleasure for what? Extra sleep?”
His eyes cracked open at your words and he peered down at you. “You cannot enjoy watching me sleep.”
You gave a sheepish smile. “It’s one of my favorite things in this world, Trafalgar Law. In fact, you’re one of my favorite things in this whole world, so everything that you do is automatically good in my eyes.”
He rolled his eyes, clearly not believing you. “Flattery is a little thick today. You might want to tone it down, or I’ll catch on to the fact that you want something.”
You stuck your tongue out at his words. “All I wanted was to look at you while you sleep!”
“Freak.” He paired his words with a kiss to your forehead to show he didn’t actually mean them.
The two of you were silent for a while. You thought he had fallen back asleep, so you occupied your time tracing over his tattoos. But after a few minutes, he spoke again.
“Okay, seriously-” He pulled back slightly to look at you. He tended to do that when he wanted to make sure you were being truthful. “What did you want to do today?”
You were never good at hiding your emotions. You knew they had all washed over your face in a matter of seconds, and Law could read them all with intense precision. Confusion. Knowing. Irritation. And then, understanding.
“I don’t want anything from you, Law,” you explained. “I was just…enjoying the view? I don’t know how to say it correctly. I find myself staring sometimes because I find you interesting.”
Law’s brows scrunched together in confusion. “If you wanted a good view, the deck and the sea are far more interesting. Especially at this time of day.”
You gave a humorless laugh. “I love you more than I love the sea, idiot.”
He froze at those words, and you could see him struggling to make sense of them. “So you were staring at me…?”
“Because I love you,” you finished for him.
That didn’t seem to help. “And you love me because…?”
“I don’t know!” You gave out a sharp laugh at the thought. “There are no reasons and so many reasons! But there are no conditions for my love, Law! I just love you because I love you. I can’t say exactly why I love you. I just do!”
You had really done it now. You were fairly certain you had never seen Law more confused or more flustered than he was in this moment. He gave a hard swallow and nodded his head, but you could tell further clarification was still needed.
“You don’t understand,” you said, watching his eyes turn to the ceiling. If they went there, that usually meant he was lost in thought.
He shrugged. “I do, in a way. I feel that way about you, but I…well, I never expected someone to feel that way about me.”
The weight of his words made your heart sink. He deserved more than anyone to know how much he was treasured. You would die for him for no other reason than love. And while he could grasp the concept, he couldn’t understand why someone would feel that way towards him.
“How about I tell you all the things I love about you?” you offered softly, trying to pull him away from his thoughts. It was too early to be thinking of such deep topics.
His eyes shifted over to you, and you could see he was half alarmed by your offer. But you could see the smallest spark of intrigue.
So you began listing everything you could think off, absentmindedly still tracing over his tattoos.
The sun was more than halfway across the sky before you finished. And there was a soft smile on his face during your all’s afternoon nap.
I'M SCREAMING LIKE BRO! HIS HANDS!! I'M ATTRACTED TO HIS HANDS!
-Just imagine...Law throwing his paperwork and books off of his desk and lifting you by your butt and placing you gently on his desk. Ripping away your bottoms and underwear making you shiver as your wet pussy was exposed to him. Using his fingers to tease your folds and whispering how good you've been. "Such a good girl. You love my fingers don't you?" He teased, using his thumb to rub your clit. Slowly... he shoved two fingers inside your needy pussy. "So needy..." He growls softly, looking down as his fingers did wonders for you. Your moans grew louder, now Law didn't need the whole crew listening to your lewd sounds so with his other hand he shoved two fingers into your mouth making you gag slightly. "Suck...or else I'll you something else to suck on princess."
law and reader getting freaky on a random island and he asks you to like meet him later as a secret..... he likes when you dress up too so you play into it and act like a hooker meeting him.... hehehhe
Historically.. We don't mix.
Law x fem!Reader, College AU
Notes: the things that don't mix are history and stem majors!!! this came to me in a dream forever ago and ive been sitting on it since. This is only part one to... idk how many but yes! I have a loose outline, we can bet on 5 parts but thats a scary bet to make methinks. Enjoy :) also i apologize if the pov switching in the first bit is weird, i thought i was cooking and i kinda think its cute now so it is.
WC: 1976
The classroom was quiet, you were the only one there. Class officially started in 4 minutes. Right as you pulled out your phone to double check the room another person walked in. You assumed she was a student since she was about your age, at least she looked it. When the woman instead walked to the front of the class you realized she was the professor. Shoulder length black hair, with bangs trimmed right to her eyebrows. Wearing a white cowboy hat, which you thought was peculiar.
She removed the hat and set it on the desk, resting her bag in the seat.
She wrote on the board “Robin, overview of women in war” then she leaned against the desk and pulled out her phone.
You looked back at yours, 11:18. Two minutes until class began, and there was now roughly 15 people in the room. You sat in the second row back from the front, and you noticed only one person in the front row. He had a weird beanie on, dark hair, and pierced ears. You tried not to stare, since you knew he could glance back at any second.
“Okay everyone, I am Nico Robin. I’m your professor.” She smiled for the class, and continued, “this class should be very exciting, we get to learn about women like Joan of arc, who really was a delusional farm girl, and Molly Pitcher, a women who fought in the American revolution. The syllabus is online, you will need books by next class. The student store has them for 15 dollars, I won’t take any excuses.”
The professor paused, then opened her bag and pulled out the book, “it looks like this. It’s a small booklet of primary sources, mostly text and images, that we will take a deep dive into. Your grade this semester will be 40 percent exams, 25 percent homework, and finally 35 percent participation. Yes it is a lot, this class is modeled after my time researching, you cannot be a historian or teacher without being able to work as a group and communicate. I know it’s a challenge but try your best.”
A beat.
Law felt sick. He was not a talker, especially to people who were history majors. The men were always blood hungry, the women always poetic. This class would be rough, but if he could find one person bearable enough it might be okay. Sitting in the front seat, he couldn’t glance around to see his peers. While the professor was going on about the school's mandatory syllabus information, he took a quick look behind him, as if checking the clock.
No one was paying attention, and he glanced quickly around the class. There was only one person who looked back at him, meeting his eyes. Of course they looked away immediately, and so did he.
The professor finally finished and gave the students time to “meet their neighbors”. Law turned and found the one student who made eye contact with him.
“I’m Trafalgar Law, I’m a double major in history and biology.” He stated right to the girl, with no excitement in his voice, tone steady.
“My name is Dracule y/n, I’m a history major, and you are insane, Trafalgar.” She had a bit of sarcasm in her tone, which he took offense to. She was the fifth person to tell him that today.
“I’m not insane, I just like history and I want to be a doctor.”
“That’s cool I guess, I’ve never met a stem major I liked though. You guys are all so “history is just memorization and dates”, I can’t stand talking to ‘em.”
Law looked back at her and thought ‘I have never met a history major I liked either’. He decided on saying, “If you ask me historians are basically philosophers, you just think all day and pretend like the world changed.”
She made an obvious frown, putting her hands onto the table with a bit too much force. “Huh?!”
“History majors have two options, teach or research, both are dead end jobs that don’t help people. It’s simple.” He stated nonchalantly, like it was crazy to major in history.
“Well life isn’t all about jobs and helping people. It’s about living?” She looked him dead in the eyes before finishing with, “it’s not like the world collapses when doctors aren’t around.”
“Well it was nice talking, but I’m gonna chat to my other neighbors.” He said with a huff, he didn’t have to talk to you at all, in fact he hoped he wouldn’t have to again.
After about 10 more minutes, professor Robin spoke up again, “okay okay, since we don’t have textbooks yet I decided to make a fun assignment. I’m giving you your first and last handouts, you will need to fill them out before next class. Other than that, please look at the canvas page. Read over the syllabus and take my obligatory syllabus quiz. You are now free from this class.”
You walked out into the hall, and booked it to the student store. You told your only friend and sister, Perona, that you would meet her there.
Law, coincidentally, told Bepo the same thing. Bepo was his only friend, having grown up with the white haired bear.
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Only 10 minutes after class had dismissed you arrived at the store, already spotting Perona’s pink pigtails.
“perona!” You whisper-screamed in her ear, trying to scare her.
“Ahhh y/n”, she sighed, clearly unaffected, “you know you’ll never scare me. Anyways, what is my cute depressed friend doing on Friday?”
You and her walked into the store, “studying... So I’m busy.” Giving her a quick smile before you two settled in the textbook section.
“You are so coming with me then! I’m going to the mall that’s next to campus, I’m already so bored of our dorm room decorations. If we go to 5below I can get way cuter stuff for us! You need to come since it’s your dorm too, so I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Perona you have really good taste in stuff, you should be fine on your own!” You put some enthusiasm behind your voice, to encourage her.
She frowned back at you, not buying into your typical antics. “If you don’t come then you won’t be leaving all weekend! You need to go outside y/n!”
“Perona!? Hi!” A voice from behind you called out to her, causing you to turn instantly.
“Bepo! What a coincidence! Do you have a picture of the textbook we need for thermodynamics?” Perona said, already stepping towards the bear.
“Of course! I have to be studious this year!”
The two of them found the text book, it costed a whopping $300 dollars, and was written by their professor.
“We can share, right Bepo? That way it’s only 150 dollars?” The both of them had a cloud over their heads as you watched the sad situation unfold. Peronas face was for sure one of desperation.
“Wait is there a digital version? It’s usually cheaper.” You suggested, reaching to pull out the info card.
“Bepo! I’ve been looking.” Whoever said that sounded quite angry, and familiar?
“I’m sorry Law! I saw my classmate and got excited… sorry” Bepo turned to face the man.
“You couldn’t have texted? just once?” Law replied, only just then looking at the two people who were with Bepo.
“Great this guy again.” You said with sarcasm dripping from your voice and turned to Perona, “we should leave, he hates me.”
“I don’t hate you. I don’t even know you.” Law said, pinching his nose.
“Whatever, do you have Bepo’s number Rona?” Calling her by her self appointed nickname always made her happy, right now you were hoping it would get her to leave with you to the history section.
“I don’t actually! Bepo! Here, put your number in!” She said with a smile, being way more friendly than usual. “I’m Perona by the way, how do you know my friend y/n?”
It was a simple question but the way he answered really bugged you, rattling off a “we have a class together”. He was looking down at his phone and didn’t even bother to look up when he answered. Hell he didn’t even bother to introduce himself!
“His name is Trafalgar by the way, we have women in war together.” You had a straight face, conveying how much it bothered you well.
“Awww how wonderful!” Perona had an enthusiastic tone but looked at you with a smirk like no other. “Would you be her friend? I’m the only one she has right now!”
You cursed your friend and her constant medling. She loved to stir the pot, and when you got upset she would always say “you are so cute when you’re mad though!” With her words to Law, he finally looked up.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was instantly interrupted.
“He only had one friend too!” Bepo handed back Perona’s phone, “it’s me!” He said with a big smile.
“He seems like he would have no trouble! My y/n is super awkward and shy!” Perona practically ignored you, as you had started to form words before she interrupted you.
“No no! He’s pretty judgmental so a lot of people stay away from him, he also thinks he’s smarter than everyone!” Bepo replied back, as if they were two parents gossiping about their kids.
“She thinks the same! Maybe they could be friends?” Perona and Bepo look at you and Law.
“I am smarter!” Both you and law said in unison. Immediately looking at each other with frustration.
“Don’t say what I say!” You said to law.
“How would I know what you were going to say? Do you even think?” Law argued back.
“Of course I do! Do you?” You couldn’t think of anything better…
“Good one. Bepo we’re leaving.”
“Rona we are leaving too! At least I don’t constantly speak in contractions…”
Law turned his head so you would hear, “you just said one too!”
You and Perona had already turned the corner, you quickly led her to the history section. You spared her no look, you figured you would talk about it once the two of you got back to the dorm. Once you reached the history section, you squatted down in front of the book you needed and saw there were 3 left. Grabbing one then standing. Just as you were about to go pay for the book, you heard him again.
“Are you following me Dracule? Typical.” He said, with a touch of sarcasm.
“Typical? We both know you don’t have anyone interested enough to follow you. Also, are you even thinking? We are in the same class so of course we would both need the same book.”
“Whatever, I’m getting my book and leaving.” He quickly bent over, grabbed a copy and was gone.
“No comeback!?” You said, just a bit too loud. You wanted him to hear you, so that he knew you knew he couldn’t come up with anything. Feeling a bit triumphant you turned to Perona, who was standing behind you with a smile.
“What now?”
“He’s cute y/n!”
“No chance. He’s mean, and a biology major!”
She scoffed, “there is always an exception to the rule! Like me!”
“Yes Rona, an exception. A single exception. There can’t be two exceptions.”
“Anything could happen! Plus if me and Bepo end up sharing a book you might be forced into hanging out with all of us! Who knows, maybe they also share a dorm!”
You sigh and look at her, she looks so happy at the prospect that you might have a friend, especially one that’s a guy. You settled, your good side winning out. “Fine. I’ll be open to it. Only if he is nicer.”
Historically.. We don't mix. pt. 2
Law x fem!Reader, College AU
Pt. 1
Notes: Sorry i took forever, i kinda forgot i even posted this... HERES PT 2!!! let me know about any ponderances or possibly any errors... i dont have a beta reader or anything.. ALSO i could not come up with a nickname for reader..... so in the chat rooms i put "Y:" for "You". PLEASE tell me suggestions i will go back and fix it :D
WC: 2526
Back at the dorm that Law and Bepo shared, there was no chatter. Law was simply laying in bed with his laptop open to 5 tabs, one for each of the classes he was taking. He was taking all history classes this semester, since his counselor told him to. He would definitely miss the bio information but he did like history. Scrolling through each class, he breezed through all of the syllabus quizzes. Once he felt satisfied, it was onto checking his email, with one catching his attention.
“DIRE!! MAKE AN APPOINTMENT OR TEXT ME ITS EMERGENT!” The email title felt like a scam but he knew it was not, in fact it was a daily burden. The man who had sent it, his counselor and adoptive father, always communicated like this. After opening the email, he found himself irritated again, Cora had only wanted to remind him that classes start today.
“How would I not know?” Law muttered to himself. Reading through the email, then deciding he had been too neglectful of the man Law opened up their chat.
L: I know it was the first day, I got to my first two classes on time. C: Good!!! I miss you! <3 C: Any new friends?! C: Do you like your professors?? I hand picked them :D L: Hand picked? You are making me socialize on purpose. C: Not true! Nico Robin is the smartest! She already had her masters by the time most have an associates! L: The classes are fine. Bepo made a friend, her name is Perona. C: Oh! Mihawk’s kid! Good to know she’s here! Is his step-daughter here too? Maybe y/n? L: Yes. C: Oh! I heard she’s similar to you! Maybe you two can be friends or something? L: How long did you have to think to come up with this plan of yours? C: No idea what you are talking about…. L: Cora. C: … C: Anyways, have you gotten all the textbooks you need? C: I want to make sure you find them all! C: It's my job, you know. L: I still have two more classes to go to tomorrow, but i’ll be fine. L: Thanks. C: Anything for you! We should meet for lunch soon! I can make you salmon rice balls! Like when you were still a baby… remember? You loved my cooking! L: I did not. You should not be in a kitchen alone, Ill meet you on friday at 11. L: Don’t start until i'm there. Please. C: Okay !!!!! C: I'll see you then law! C: Cant wait ! C: Sleep tight <3<3<3
Law closed his laptop, relaxing his shoulders. He glanced over and Bepo was already asleep. He kicked off his blanket and got up to go to the bathroom. After he finished his business, washing his hands like any good bio major, he strolled to the microwave area. He had only wanted water but he saw the picture of him holding a letter, standing next to Cora. Staring at it, he wondered why the giant had wanted him to socialize so much. It’s not like he never sees human faces, or stays inside all day everyday. He just liked being alone when he could, no one to ask him stupid questions.
After finishing his water, Law went back to bed.
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The two went through the rest of the week, meeting each other an embarrassing amount of times. Neither one had any reason to talk to the other, so they didn’t. Until Wednesday rolled around, and they were back in Nico Robin’s class.
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“Someone has it out for me. I know it for sure” You wrote in your journal, along with the date and class name. Looking at Law, like you had these past two days, made you realize it more.
“I have pissed off whatever god actually exists and they want me to repent. There is no way that all four of my classes are naturally shared with Trafalgar.” You finish scribbling away in your journal, just in time.
“Okay, pass forward the paper I handed out to you. This was just a fun assignment to see what areas we, as a class, are most interested in.” She spoke smoothly, with an even tone. It was almost like she didn’t care, or like she had done this 20 times.
You heard some of your classmates groan and while you agreed, you thought it was inappropriate to voice that. Tapping a pen on the paper of your journal idly, you waited for more instructions. Even though your classmates weren't raised well, your father had done a fine job with you. You were nice, respectful, studious. Sure you are shy but it's not like it mattered.
Why speak to people and risk being embarrassed if they don’t want to talk to you?
“Okay, as I said before this class is based in groups and communication. Please tell one person about what you studied for this assignment.” Robin had said before sitting at her desk with a book in hand.
Suddenly everyone was talking but you and one other person.
“My assignment is on the Five years war. I chose it because of a coin flip, I found the sources in the library database.” Already you were irritated. Another interaction with the man who had no manners.
“Hello. That is how you start a conversation, who raised you? Anyways, my assignment is on the First Crusade. I chose it because it was the first war I thought of-” “Really? The first? Liar.” He interrupted you, of course a man like him would.
You squinted at him, before responding with “Not lying, I was watching a documentary on the pope a day before class, which made me think of all the holy wars. It's not polite to interrupt people.”
“Okay. I think we have discussed enough.” “Fine.” You scoffed at him mentally, before turning back to face the front of the room.
“Okay now, I want someone to tell me about their partner's work! This is worth participation, as a friendly reminder.” She smiled eerily
You did not raise your hand, in fact you looked away. If you were called on you would end up having to lie, since stupid Trafalgar didn’t tell you anything about his assignment.
“Okay, randomly generated, we will have Mr. Trafalgar, Mr. Reyes, and Ms. Churchill. In that order please.” “My partner researched the First Crusade, she told me that she learned about the context of the war. Specifically Pope Urban the second’s motivations for launching the crusade, who was mainly following the lead of the Byzantine emperor. She also learned about the cost of the war, not only economically but also what it did for the Pope’s approval rating.” Incredible. He pulled all that from his ass? Wasn’t he a double major? How long ago did he even learn that? How was he able to say it so confidently? He is actually smart?! Hold on, he could’ve seen the same documentary you did and just so happened to remember important stuff. But even then, he didn’t even hesitate, he was so confident, even with a professor like Nico Robin.
“Very good, point earned. Mr. Reyes?”
As he relaxed into his chair, you couldn’t help but stare. His hair was sticking out, a bit unruly from his beanie. It was white with weird black spots on it, maybe a statement about faux animal fur? Could he be vegetarian or something? Maybe he likes to hunt? His sideburns went right into his weird facial hair, “should be shaved” was scribbled into your journal, along with “spots?” and of course “T is smart?”. You saw his black hair under his beanie and thought of your father, who would never slouch like the man in front of you was.
“Okay good to hear. This wraps up our class for today, I’ll see you all on monday.”
You started gathering your things, excited to go back to Perona. She promised she would have your favorite food ready for you as soon as your class ended. It was a little weird, but you two always were close.
“Are you always the last to leave?” The sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts, and made you drop your pencil case. No pencils escaped but the case clunked right under whoever had just shocked you. Law, with no expression on his face, immediately thought of his giant adoptive father; who was extremely clumsy.
“No. Are you stalking me? I feel like the campus police or a trusted adult should know about this.” You looked up at him, not reaching for your case at all.
“I’m not, somehow, we have the exact same class schedule. With the exception of my online class.” “That's crazy buddy… Will you grab my case?”
“You can’t get it yourself?” He scoffed and folded his arms.
“I think the reason why I dropped it should be the one to get it for me, no?” You thought he looked childish, folding his arms like he just got told to go to his room.
“Fine.” He reached down, grabbing the case and placing it on your desk, “even though you were closer to the floor… I'm sorry.” He looked away as he said it. Once again you thought he was childish.
You found yourself staring again. This time you noticed his hands, the word ‘death’ tattooed on his fingers, and the heart on the back of his hand. Shocked to say the least.
“Holy shit.” Huh? You said that outloud? Maybe you weren’t nice.
You looked up to see Law’s face, somewhere between shock and disgust.
“Oh uh.. I meant, holy shit your tattoos are cool. They look like they hurt.” Maybe you saved it, you really did mean it in admiration.
“It was painful, but worth it. Bearable at times.” He looked at his hand and held it up between the two of you. Shocked that he held it up for display, you raised your eyebrows. Staring at the tattoo, you were about to reach out and hold his hand closer so you could get a better look at the line work. Then your thoughts were interrupted.
“I know we aren’t on the best terms, but you heard the professor. I think it would be a good idea to bite the bullet and partner up.” He said it so matter-of-factly you almost agreed without realizing you were lost.
“Huh? Partner?” you blinked up at him. “Of course you weren’t paying attention. The collaborative presentation that you and another student must present on the 18th?” He sounded annoyed, but his face wasn’t telling.
“Yes! Sorry I got lost in my thoughts, we might as well partner up. I don’t have anyone else in mind, so I can stick with you.” You finished packing, finally, and stood up. Swinging your bag onto your back, you held out your hand towards him.
“Okay… What is that for?” He nodded down to your hand.
“Give me your phone. I’ll put my email in. We can make a google slide and share it that way.”
He paused, with a semi frown on his face then gave up. He put his phone in your hand, and watched intently as you typed in something. Then you returned his phone, much to his delight.
“Bye then. Just do 5 slides on the First Crusade or whatever other war the pope has started.” He put both of his hands in his pocket as he casually strolled out, leaving you to the room.
“Hey! We should at least pretend you won't be a dick this whole time! Don’t boss me around!” You realized that you had said that just a bit too loud for the circumstances. Maybe you weren’t nice.
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Y: Okay! I just left class, do you have my salmon nigiri? Y: You won't believe how good I was today. P: WHST P: who are you? P: The y/n i know would never ever say that. P: Yes i do have it ready :) Y: I had to partner up with Him :/ Y: The strength Y: Also he has finger tattoos? Y: What the fuck. P: You didn’t see them before? Y: Sir traffy has been through it P: I wonder if hes like some ex-gang member? P: That is such a gang member thing to get tattooed P: Why aren’t you responding? P: Helllllooooooo P: y/n P: y/n P: ….
“Rona! You are literally crazy. I was walking over here, that's why I wasn’t responding.” You closed the door behind you, making sure to lock it.
“Anyways! I’ve never seen you have such a strong reaction! To a guy no less, did he like to recite everything in the declaration of independence?” Perona called out to you while you entered and took off your shoes.
You walked over to the kitchen, where she wasdoing some dishes. Tossing your bag on the couch, then taking a seat at the bar that was connected to the kitchen. “If he did that I would’ve proposed on the spot… He just is kinda smart? It’s freaky! One second he’s brushing me off and not wanting to talk to me at all, the next he's explaining the cause of the First Crusade? Well… Kinda.” Perona turned with two plates in hand, and took a seat next to you. She placed the plate of sushi in front of you, “Well honestly i'm not surprised… Bepo says he is always studying.”
“You talk about him with Bepo? Perona…” you made a disappointed face at her as you pulled your plate closer to you. “Noooo it’s all kosher! Bepo just offers up info about everyone he knows. I think he just doesn’t have a filter or whatever.”
“Yeah…” you took a piece of nigiri and dipped it, then ate it. As you chewed and swallowed you thought of your dad, “Do you think your dad would come visit us here?”
“Hmmm only if your dad forced him to. I can picture it now ‘don’t you miss our girls?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Then lets go! You pay and ill bring the beer!’ ‘beer isn’t allowed on a plane shanks’ or something like that…” Perona tried her best but didn’t really get the overall attitude of your dads. You decided not to comment and just take another bite.
“Do I get to know why you asked?” Perona said, food in her mouth.
“Traffy, as you call him, has hair as dark as Mihawk’s. It made me think of him today…”
“Sigmund Frued would have a lot to say to you right now.” “No he wouldn't, he’s dead.”
“Not for long…” “What the fuck?” You both burst out in laughter at the same time, something you had only ever done with your sister.
After dinner it was off to bed, except you weren’t actually sleeping. Your laptop was open on your lap, on the google slides page. The document was created, named, and shared to Traffy. It wasn’t the most well-mannered thing, but you decided that nicknames meant you’re friends. Your sister desperately wanted you to have friends, and this would make her think you had them. You didn’t like the deception, if you could call it that, but it's not like you were gonna go out and get real friends.
You started typing away, filling out 3 slides with information and pictures before deciding to get actual sleep.
other than the bed | One Piece ♡
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Their favourite place to fuck you other than the bed.
masterlist
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characters: ace, law, nami, robin, sanji, tashigi, zoro
genre: smut (minors dni)
cw: fem!reader, unprotected sex, hair pulling (nami), public sex, almost getting caught, I kind of ate with sanji's 🤤
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Ace - Kitchen counter
The kitchen is where Ace often finds his two fave things: food and you. He can hear people coming, but it's just open enough that you could get caught if you have guests over. Ace's absolute favourite time to prop you up on the counter and fuck your brains out is in the morning when you're making breakfast.
“you have no idea what you do to me”, he groans as he pushes his cock into you. With your tits in his face, he leans in to press kisses to your chest. “So pretty,” he groans.
Hearing you moan his name spurs him on to rut his hips faster. The smacking of his hips against yours echoes through the kitchen.
Your thighs start to shake as you're close. Ace notices immediately, pulling his cock out of your dripping pussy, making you whine.
“I got you, baby. Just let me turn you around,” he says, pulling you to stand and turning you around to bend you over the counter surface. He gets a grip on your hair and thrusts his cock back into you. It doesn't take long for you to cum, body shaking in Ace's arms as he fucks you through your orgasm. The pulsing of your cunt draws an orgasm from him too.
Once you're both finished and calm, you remember the breakfast cooking a few feet away and push Ace away from you, scolding him for distracting you.
Law - Sofa
Law doesn't get to relax very often, so when you both settle down on the sofa, it doesn't take long before he's pulling onto his lap and asking you to ride him. He loves to lean back and watch you work.
“That's it, baby,” he says, voice gruff and low. His tattooed hands grip your hips to subtly guide you as you bounce on his cock. Once you get a steady pace going, he relaxes back into the sofa cushions and watches you. “You're so beautiful, y'know that?”
Law's cock feels so good inside you and it overwhelms you. An ache starts to build in your thighs, and your pace begins to falter. You hear Law click his tongue and his hands grip you even tighter.
“Do I have to do everything around here?” he asks as he lifts you slightly and readjusts you so you're on your back against the sofa cushions. He holds the back of your thigh, pushing your knees up to your chest and begins to pound into you. His thick cock dragging against your walls has you writhing in his grip. “you gonna cum for me?” he asks, knowing you're close. “good, just let go for me.”
Nami - The floor
Sometimes, Nami doesn't have the patience to make it to the bed. After a night out drinking, you both return to your home together. As soon as you close the front door, she's on you. Nami drags you to the living room and pushes you down on the floor, reattaching her lips to yours
“I need you so fucking bad”, she whines. She straddles your lap, and you help her remove her shirt. She hums in satisfaction as your tongue traces over her soft skin. You leave a few kisses on her smooth skin, but this isn't enough for you. You crave the taste of her.
“Sit on my face,” you say, laying back down, and Nami is more than happy to oblige. She removes the rest of her outfit before settling over your face. You grip her thighs, pulling her down so you don't have to strain as your tongue licks over her perfect pussy. You can barely hear her gasps and moans over how wet she is.
“Baby, I'm gonna cum”, she moans as she begins to rock her hips slightly, basically riding your face. You keep going, licking and sucking at her pussy as she shakes above you. She all but floods your face as she cums, screaming your name.
Robin - Against the wall
Sex is the perfect time for Robin to flex her powers. You like testing her patience - she has a lot of it. She lifts you against the wall in the living room, hands coming to pin your wrists against the surface and even one holding your hair so you can't look away from where she drops to her knees and spreads your legs.
She slips two fingers into your pussy, looking up at you as she sections her mouth around your clit. You can see the amused expression on her face as she practically devours you. There's something about holding you up against the wall that gives her a power trip she can't describe.
She continues to work her tongue against you as you clench around her fingers. She's unbelievably good with her hands, and it works you up in no time. She has you arching away from the wall as you cum. She continues licking you through your high, moaning into your pulsing cunt.
When you're done, she pulls her fingers out and sucks them clean, not breaking eye contact with you. She pulls herself back up to her feet and leans into your ear.
“You stay here like a good girl while I go get the strap”, she saunters off to the bedroom, leaving you suspended against the wall.
Sanji - Dining table
Sanji's usually a traditionalist and prefers to fuck you in bed, but sometimes he can be persuaded otherwise. When you flip the script and make him an anniversary dinner as a thank you for all the meals he's made for you over the years, he can't help himself. Once he's done with his meal, he lifts you and lays you down on the dining table with a smile.
“That was perfect, my love. Let me show you how grateful I am,” he says, helping you get your dress off. You've fed him and loved him; he'll be damned if you so much as lift a finger for the rest of the day. Once you're naked, he pulls his cock out, sliding it between your soaked folds, making you whine. “I got you, sweetheart. Don't you worry,” he says, pushing his cock into your hole. He knows as soon as he's fully buried in your sweet pussy he loses his mind, but he tries to keep a grip on his sanity as he bottoms out.
Sanji showers you in praise as he stills, letting you adjust to his size. He admires the way you, his goddess, look moaning on his cock and decides he must be the luckiest man on earth. He starts to thrust his hips, whining and moaning as much as you. You feel so good it drives him up the wall insane. He tells you as such, making sure you know how much he loves being wrapped in your tight wet heat.
“Sanji, please. I'm so close. Please fuck me harder,” you moan, and he almost cums on the spot after hearing you beg for him. He's never denied you of anything, and he's not going to start now. He pulls you up so you're chest to chest and ruts his hips harder.
He watches in complete awe of you as you unravel in his arms. He makes sure to burn the image of your body shaking against the table into his memory. He's held off surprisingly well, considering his usual track record of busting as soon as you make eye contact with him. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, and he finally lets go, filling you up with his cum.
“Happy anniversary, baby”, he mumbles against your lips.
Tashigi - Office
Tashigi is usually a good girl but she discovers, pretty soon after dating you, that she has a thing for being caught. She claims you're a bad influence on her, but she's been having fantasies like this long before you guys started dating.
She's a well-behaved subordinate, but when you convince her to sneak into Smoker's office, she goes along with it because she's too horny to think clearly.
She knows he's out and won't be back until the evening. He's left her in charge, but she's still nervous about being caught by her boss of all people.
“‘Shigi”, you call, already perched on the large desk with your legs spread. She groans loudly at the sight and locks the door before approaching you. She pulls you into a desperate kiss, pushing her tongue in her mouth as she tugs your trousers down. She pats around to find the bag you dumped on the desk beside you. She pulls out the strap on and slides the harness on. You're patient enough to wait until she's tightened it properly to pull her as close to you as possible. “Please fuck me on your boss's desk”, you moan, and she wastes no time spitting on the strap and pushing it into your pussy.
“This what you want, baby?” she asks, not holding back. She's usually so uptight, and you love it when she lets loose with you. She's dedicated to fucking you down into the surface of the desk. It doesn't even cross her mind that she could be caught until she hears footsteps outside the door. She knows they're not Smoker, so she keeps going, continuing to wreck your pussy as there's a knock on the door. She doesn't answer the door, instead covering your mouth with her hand and fucking you through your first orgasm of the day.
“you're so bad, convincing me to do this here”, she growls in your ear once the knocking ceases.
Zoro - Crow's nest
The crows’ nest is outside. The chance of getting caught up there is pretty high, but Zoro doesn't care about getting caught. It doesn't even turn him on; he just doesn't give a fuck if anyone catches him fucking his girl good. He likes it when you join him for his night watch shift. You've spent many nights together in your own little world.
You throw your leg over him so you're straddling him. You kiss his neck as you grind down in his lap, and he wraps his arms around your body to help guide you. He gives a quick look around before returning his attention to you. He grabs the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. His kiss is firm, but there's a softer meaning behind it. You and Zoro don't need words to know how you feel about each other.
Zoro instructs you to remove your pyjama shorts as he pulls his cock free from his trousers. You reposition yourself and sink down onto his cock. He's huge, so it takes you a few minutes to adjust. He presses kisses to your neck and shoulders as you get used to the way his thick cock stretches you out. Your whimpers boost his ego.
“You gonna move for me, baby? Gonna ride me?” he asks, grinning at you as you begin to bounce on his cock. Zoro allows himself to get lost in how you feel; it's just the two of you and the moonlight and, for once, he feels at peace. Your body takes him to a new plane of existence as you ease into a rhythm that has both of your seeing stars.
“Zoro-” you whine. You want to tell him how good his cock feels inside of you, but you're not sure you can get the words out correctly.
“I know baby, I know”, he groans, planting his feet so he can fuck up into you. You can barely meet his thrusts as you get closer and closer to cumming. “gonna cum baby, gonna fill you up”, he all but growls as he reaches a hand between you to rub at your clit.
It doesn't take long at all for you to cum, a cry of his name leaving your mouth as your body tenses above him. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he follows, filling you up with his cum like he promised. He helps you get dressed again and readjusts against the side of the crows’ nest.
“Close your eyes for a bit. I'm not going anywhere.”
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he trafalgar on my law till i- oh dear… I can’t continue, i just…. i just usually don’t say things like this!!!!!! 😟😪😪😪😪☹️☹️☹️
anyways
sloppily, roughly, gently, in the polar tang, in dressrosa, in punk hazard, in sabaody, in wano, on winner island, pre-timeskip, post-timeskip, breeding, missionary, doggy, 69, face-sitting, pegging, breast fucking, outdoor, public, semi-public, unprotected, p-in-v, fingering, restraints, bondage, tied up, oil, twerking, backshots, hair-pulling, cream pie, married sex, one night stand, belts, masochism, squirting, toys, menstruation, body worship, reunion sex, spit, spanking, riding, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, praise kink, degradation, dirty talk, thigh riding, nipple play, groping, pussy slapping, woman on top, breathplay, begging, lactation kink,
Other than the bed | One Piece ♡
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Their favourite place to fuck you other than the bed.
masterlist
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characters: ace, law, nami, robin, sanji, tashigi, zoro
genre: smut (minors dni)
cw: fem!reader, unprotected sex, hair pulling (nami), public sex, almost getting caught, I kind of ate with sanji's 🤤
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Ace - Kitchen counter
The kitchen is where Ace often finds his two fave things: food and you. He can hear people coming, but it's just open enough that you could get caught if you have guests over. Ace's absolute favourite time to prop you up on the counter and fuck your brains out is in the morning when you're making breakfast.
“you have no idea what you do to me”, he groans as he pushes his cock into you. With your tits in his face, he leans in to press kisses to your chest. “So pretty,” he groans.
Hearing you moan his name spurs him on to rut his hips faster. The smacking of his hips against yours echoes through the kitchen.
Your thighs start to shake as you're close. Ace notices immediately, pulling his cock out of your dripping pussy, making you whine.
“I got you, baby. Just let me turn you around,” he says, pulling you to stand and turning you around to bend you over the counter surface. He gets a grip on your hair and thrusts his cock back into you. It doesn't take long for you to cum, body shaking in Ace's arms as he fucks you through your orgasm. The pulsing of your cunt draws an orgasm from him too.
Once you're both finished and calm, you remember the breakfast cooking a few feet away and push Ace away from you, scolding him for distracting you.
Law - Sofa
Law doesn't get to relax very often, so when you both settle down on the sofa, it doesn't take long before he's pulling onto his lap and asking you to ride him. He loves to lean back and watch you work.
“That's it, baby,” he says, voice gruff and low. His tattooed hands grip your hips to subtly guide you as you bounce on his cock. Once you get a steady pace going, he relaxes back into the sofa cushions and watches you. “You're so beautiful, y'know that?”
Law's cock feels so good inside you and it overwhelms you. An ache starts to build in your thighs, and your pace begins to falter. You hear Law click his tongue and his hands grip you even tighter.
“Do I have to do everything around here?” he asks as he lifts you slightly and readjusts you so you're on your back against the sofa cushions. He holds the back of your thigh, pushing your knees up to your chest and begins to pound into you. His thick cock dragging against your walls has you writhing in his grip. “you gonna cum for me?” he asks, knowing you're close. “good, just let go for me.”
Nami - The floor
Sometimes, Nami doesn't have the patience to make it to the bed. After a night out drinking, you both return to your home together. As soon as you close the front door, she's on you. Nami drags you to the living room and pushes you down on the floor, reattaching her lips to yours
“I need you so fucking bad”, she whines. She straddles your lap, and you help her remove her shirt. She hums in satisfaction as your tongue traces over her soft skin. You leave a few kisses on her smooth skin, but this isn't enough for you. You crave the taste of her.
“Sit on my face,” you say, laying back down, and Nami is more than happy to oblige. She removes the rest of her outfit before settling over your face. You grip her thighs, pulling her down so you don't have to strain as your tongue licks over her perfect pussy. You can barely hear her gasps and moans over how wet she is.
“Baby, I'm gonna cum”, she moans as she begins to rock her hips slightly, basically riding your face. You keep going, licking and sucking at her pussy as she shakes above you. She all but floods your face as she cums, screaming your name.
Robin - Against the wall
Sex is the perfect time for Robin to flex her powers. You like testing her patience - she has a lot of it. She lifts you against the wall in the living room, hands coming to pin your wrists against the surface and even one holding your hair so you can't look away from where she drops to her knees and spreads your legs.
She slips two fingers into your pussy, looking up at you as she sections her mouth around your clit. You can see the amused expression on her face as she practically devours you. There's something about holding you up against the wall that gives her a power trip she can't describe.
She continues to work her tongue against you as you clench around her fingers. She's unbelievably good with her hands, and it works you up in no time. She has you arching away from the wall as you cum. She continues licking you through your high, moaning into your pulsing cunt.
When you're done, she pulls her fingers out and sucks them clean, not breaking eye contact with you. She pulls herself back up to her feet and leans into your ear.
“You stay here like a good girl while I go get the strap”, she saunters off to the bedroom, leaving you suspended against the wall.
Sanji - Dining table
Sanji's usually a traditionalist and prefers to fuck you in bed, but sometimes he can be persuaded otherwise. When you flip the script and make him an anniversary dinner as a thank you for all the meals he's made for you over the years, he can't help himself. Once he's done with his meal, he lifts you and lays you down on the dining table with a smile.
“That was perfect, my love. Let me show you how grateful I am,” he says, helping you get your dress off. You've fed him and loved him; he'll be damned if you so much as lift a finger for the rest of the day. Once you're naked, he pulls his cock out, sliding it between your soaked folds, making you whine. “I got you, sweetheart. Don't you worry,” he says, pushing his cock into your hole. He knows as soon as he's fully buried in your sweet pussy he loses his mind, but he tries to keep a grip on his sanity as he bottoms out.
Sanji showers you in praise as he stills, letting you adjust to his size. He admires the way you, his goddess, look moaning on his cock and decides he must be the luckiest man on earth. He starts to thrust his hips, whining and moaning as much as you. You feel so good it drives him up the wall insane. He tells you as such, making sure you know how much he loves being wrapped in your tight wet heat.
“Sanji, please. I'm so close. Please fuck me harder,” you moan, and he almost cums on the spot after hearing you beg for him. He's never denied you of anything, and he's not going to start now. He pulls you up so you're chest to chest and ruts his hips harder.
He watches in complete awe of you as you unravel in his arms. He makes sure to burn the image of your body shaking against the table into his memory. He's held off surprisingly well, considering his usual track record of busting as soon as you make eye contact with him. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, and he finally lets go, filling you up with his cum.
“Happy anniversary, baby”, he mumbles against your lips.
Tashigi - Office
Tashigi is usually a good girl but she discovers, pretty soon after dating you, that she has a thing for being caught. She claims you're a bad influence on her, but she's been having fantasies like this long before you guys started dating.
She's a well-behaved subordinate, but when you convince her to sneak into Smoker's office, she goes along with it because she's too horny to think clearly.
She knows he's out and won't be back until the evening. He's left her in charge, but she's still nervous about being caught by her boss of all people.
“‘Shigi”, you call, already perched on the large desk with your legs spread. She groans loudly at the sight and locks the door before approaching you. She pulls you into a desperate kiss, pushing her tongue in her mouth as she tugs your trousers down. She pats around to find the bag you dumped on the desk beside you. She pulls out the strap on and slides the harness on. You're patient enough to wait until she's tightened it properly to pull her as close to you as possible. “Please fuck me on your boss's desk”, you moan, and she wastes no time spitting on the strap and pushing it into your pussy.
“This what you want, baby?” she asks, not holding back. She's usually so uptight, and you love it when she lets loose with you. She's dedicated to fucking you down into the surface of the desk. It doesn't even cross her mind that she could be caught until she hears footsteps outside the door. She knows they're not Smoker, so she keeps going, continuing to wreck your pussy as there's a knock on the door. She doesn't answer the door, instead covering your mouth with her hand and fucking you through your first orgasm of the day.
“you're so bad, convincing me to do this here”, she growls in your ear once the knocking ceases.
Zoro - Crow's nest
The crows’ nest is outside. The chance of getting caught up there is pretty high, but Zoro doesn't care about getting caught. It doesn't even turn him on; he just doesn't give a fuck if anyone catches him fucking his girl good. He likes it when you join him for his night watch shift. You've spent many nights together in your own little world.
You throw your leg over him so you're straddling him. You kiss his neck as you grind down in his lap, and he wraps his arms around your body to help guide you. He gives a quick look around before returning his attention to you. He grabs the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. His kiss is firm, but there's a softer meaning behind it. You and Zoro don't need words to know how you feel about each other.
Zoro instructs you to remove your pyjama shorts as he pulls his cock free from his trousers. You reposition yourself and sink down onto his cock. He's huge, so it takes you a few minutes to adjust. He presses kisses to your neck and shoulders as you get used to the way his thick cock stretches you out. Your whimpers boost his ego.
“You gonna move for me, baby? Gonna ride me?” he asks, grinning at you as you begin to bounce on his cock. Zoro allows himself to get lost in how you feel; it's just the two of you and the moonlight and, for once, he feels at peace. Your body takes him to a new plane of existence as you ease into a rhythm that has both of your seeing stars.
“Zoro-” you whine. You want to tell him how good his cock feels inside of you, but you're not sure you can get the words out correctly.
“I know baby, I know”, he groans, planting his feet so he can fuck up into you. You can barely meet his thrusts as you get closer and closer to cumming. “gonna cum baby, gonna fill you up”, he all but growls as he reaches a hand between you to rub at your clit.
It doesn't take long at all for you to cum, a cry of his name leaving your mouth as your body tenses above him. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he follows, filling you up with his cum like he promised. He helps you get dressed again and readjusts against the side of the crows’ nest.
“Close your eyes for a bit. I'm not going anywhere.”
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NINAAAAAAAA!!! MAY I REQUEST: " i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile" FROM THIS PROMPT LIST PLS WITH LAW OR POST TIMESKIP ZORO (istg he stopped smiling as widely as he did b4)
A/N: HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO YOU MY LOVE I do hope it's a great one I love you dearly!! Pairing: Law x Reader CW: None, fluff WC: ~800
It was during these quiet moments that you often found yourself drawn to Law. You found yourself leaning against the railing, your eyes following the sun’s descent as it slowly gets swallowed by the ocean while painting the sky in hues of fiery oranges and yellows. Law stood beside you, leaning against the railings of the Polar Tang, the breeze subtly ruffling the tufts of raven hair that poked out from beneath his spotted hat.
Law wasn’t always so serious. A playful glint in his eyes often revealed itself when he was being particularly mischievous. He wore that smirk more often than not, his humor sharp and always ready with a quick and witty counter during moments of chaos- whether that be in battle or in more lively moments on the submarine. But a soft, genuine smile, the kind born from hours of shared laughter or the quiet contentment of being in the presence of someone that you love, those were the smiles that you rarely saw. The ones that you wish to see more of and the ones you were determined to pull out of him.
You turned to him, drawn to the way his amber eyes fixed on the horizon. His lips flushed and slightly chapped from the sea breeze, were set in a contemplative thin line, hinting at the thoughts that ran through that mind of his.
“A penny for your thoughts?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence, your voice carrying a subtle playfulness as you turned your body towards him.
Law glanced at you, that usual smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he replied in a teasing tone, “That’s all they’re worth?”
You raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge underlying your features. You brushed off his last comment and jumped right to the point. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile. Like really smile. Not just those little smirks you give when you’re being cheeky.”
His gaze shifted, easing into something more introspective. It was almost as if he was carefully considering your words. The longer he stood there in thought, the more his facade cracked, and you could see something beneath all of that outer shell.
“Maybe I just need the right motivation,” he murmured, amusement laced in his tone as he shifted, turning to face you more fully.
You decided to take matters into your own hands and you reached out and gently poked the side of his torso, testing the waters. At first, his brows furrowed in confusion as he merely shot you a skeptical look, but as your fingers continued and danced along his torso, his lips twitched, and he let out a few huffs of laughter despite himself.
“Stop that,” Law protested, taking a step backward to escape your assault, yet you stepped right forward and continued, each poke sending ripples of laughter through him until he finally broke, the sound of his snickering filling the air.
You grinned in triumph, your laughter filling the air alongside his. It wasn’t long before Law had to physically restrain you, capturing your wrists in his larger, inked hands to halt your tickling. As you looked up at him, it occurred to you how unusual it was that he had resorted to physically holding you back rather than using his devil fruit abilities. Law had the power to simply teleport either of you away from the other, to escape the situation with the twist of his fingers and the incantation of the word “shambles”. Yet, here he was, gripping your wrists and laughing, his touch unexpectedly tender. It was an odd choice that hinted at something more than what’s on the surface—perhaps a desire to remain connected to you, to experience this moment fully with you rather than having it slip away. The two of you paused, breathless and heaving, the proximity leaving you two staring into each other’s eyes, smiles born from laughter lingering on your faces.
“There it is,” you said softly, breaking the silence. The satisfaction of seeing him smile with such a rare and genuine expression was something unlike any other and you attempted to commit the sight to memory, afraid that it would be lost just as soon as it appeared.
Law’s grip on your wrists relaxed, and he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “You something else,” he said, the tone of voice and his words making it seem like the words were more of an admittance of something he had felt for a while but couldn’t quite articulate properly.
Whatever it was, whatever unspoken words remained, it created layers upon layers of complexity that you wish to peel one by one as the days passed. For now, the tension was masked by the warmth of your smiles, and the silence filled with an intimacy that spoke louder than words could ever convey.
"fuck , fuck , fuuuuck — so fucking.. tight— suckin' me in.. oh .. oh my fucking godd.—" law gasps, his hands nearly bruising your hips with his tight grip— he sighs into your mouth as he fucks into your cunt.
he moves his hands from your waist to place his elbows on either side of your head, his hands gripping your delicate cranium.
"g'nna fuck a baby into ya. wanna be a mommy?"
you stupidly nod, your soft hands attempting to pull him closer as he keeps fucking you— his cock bullying your tight hole.
"kiss me, baby. kiss me. uh-huh—" he chuckles when you half-assedly kiss him, your tongue rubbing against his open mouth before just whining into his mouth.
his poor fucked out baby.
okay... drunk law and reader... dancing because he loves them,.... hmmm except law isnt drunk but reader is.... reader gets taken care of by law..... he is an angel and doctor thats a bit less snarky cause he loves them .....
This shit is almost done…. I fear writing nowadays though so no promises……
It’s great tho I think maybe
Bad romance by lady Gaga 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 great dancing music
okay... drunk law and reader... dancing because he loves them,.... hmmm except law isnt drunk but reader is.... reader gets taken care of by law..... he is an angel and doctor thats a bit less snarky cause he loves them .....
So you saying you would let law shit in your mouth?
*Big sigh* What is it this time? - TL
hi baby :)
just wanted to make sure dat you weren't gonna cheat on me :D
dont forget what ive done for uuuu >.< (we have a history that would make historians think that we were die hard enemies)
god truly though, law is such a fucking tsundere. just grumbles and complains and deflects and sighs whenever you smother him with affection, or nibble on his neck, or tell him how handsome he is. and when you finally relent and shuffle out of his office with an "oh fine, i'll leave you alone for now," you've barely made it around the corner before you hear him mutter, "i mean...you don't have to go. i guess. or whatever."
Portrait Photography headcanons
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kid, Nami, Perona
total wc: 1600(ish)
Mainly fem reader, Its gender neutral in reality buuut i dislike the idea of men reading this.... (photography opinions let me know if you want to hear me yap about it)
Luffy:
•as soon as he finds out ur a photographer he begs to see your work, if it’s printed he’ll prob ask for a copy (i just see him as a collector!)
• won’t ask you to take pics of him but one day he’s messing around on the deck of the sunny and ussop brings out water balloons
• seeing him slightly wet, and running around with no shirt on… motivated you.
• you take a couple shots and look, immediately realizing you need to print some!
• the photos show off his physique, not too big but definitely toned. His hair is wet and sticks to his head a little, plus he has a small sunburn coming on, giving him a natural blush. He’s sporting a cocky smile that only comes on when he’s being competitive, and he looks handsome enough to kill.
• zoro is interested in the print (i know what you are zoro) buuut luffy wants nothing to do with pictures of himself.
Zoro:
•HATES being on camera
• he will always be sleeping in any shots you get of him. Unfortunate but it is what it is
• he thinks you look great while taking photos though, and will watch you watch others.
• he admires the focus you have, but also loves to test it. Calling your name when he sees you take your final action before the shot, scaring you when you are looking through your viewfinder, covering the lens of your camera… he’ll mess with you endlessly
• everytime you catch him, you of course get mad and he just laughs (bring back zoro laughing) and walks away from you.
• but to get back at him, you snap a few photos of his back as he walks away..
• and wow does that man have a back, the muscles are so toned and big that you can see each one clearly through his shirt, dabs of sweat rest on his neck, where his tanned skin looks like it is glowing. Thankfully you used the right exposure to capture the details in his arms as well, with tiny scars dotting his skin like freckles. He’s looking to the side, with a beer bottle in hand. It’s just enough that you can see his profile, but not his entire face. The bottle is straight up in the sky as liquid is held in place (in the photo) against his lips… it’s definitely a picture you would keep just for you.
• zoro discovers a print and slices it 20 ways before discarding it into the sea. He doesn’t realize that you have more copies, and digital back ups :)
Sanji:
•he would def object to you taking any photo of him, arguing that you should be photographed instead
• silly boy abt seeing his pics
• ofc would love and support you
• would ask to be taught how to take pictures good so he could take them of you instead
• but he wouldn’t mind seeing like action shots of himself cooking
• hed prob be like “this is how you see me Cherie?” Jaw dropped maybe
• I think he might get an ego about it if zoro was in the room….
• once again they would be action shots of him cooking, closeups on his hands cutting things or seasoning meat perchance..
• he’d always look focused and his cigarette smoke would reaaaally set the mood of the collection I think
• the final photo (of like the session of collection of them) would HAVE to be the final plating of the dish.
• side note sanji would absolutely relate to you, creating things is human nature and (if you were a photographer) he would relate to that soooo much, taking things that exist already and making them more beautiful or enhanced and possibly an experience is something he understands I think….
Law:
•BIGGEST HATER
•he would blush and shy away from the camera
• prob get angry as well
• he would always be behind you when the camera is out, like DEtermined to not be in any shots
• I think it comes from, perchance, a fear of being perceived? Like he feels like he doesn’t deserve to be around so he tries to avoid any proof of it maybe (pls kill me if you disagree)
• he would compliment your work very technically, for instance “you picked the perfect exposure for this shot” and whatnot
• I think he’d try to be objective about it all
• the vibe of photography for documentation rather than photography purely as an art form
• but I think he would show you the photos in his medical books, of like diseases and cells and bodies, and ask you what you thought
•kinda a means of learning about why you like photography, but also because it’s actually changing the way he thinks about even the most basic of pictures he sees
• obvi eventually you would sneak a couple of photos of him, while he would clean his figures or coins, whenever he was distracted pretty much
• the first time, you told him right away and asked if he wanted them to be deleted. But when he saw the faces you had captured his brain like clicked in place
• hed look focused, with a slight smile and soft ish eyes, his hair fell in the perfect way somehow and you truly thought he was the most handsome guy on the planet
• the photos would have an air of “crazy man surrounded by silly things” (pls ignore this if it sound crazy I have such a specific vision in my head)
• I think he wouldn’t react, at first, but later he’d look at them again and slowly understand how you saw him, and how it wasn’t a crime to just exist with the things and ppl he liked
Kid:
•he would force you to take pictures of him.
• like genuinely force… he would touch up his own makeup, pick out a wardrobe, give you notes on the vibe and lighting he wanted, it would be a full week of work
• I just know he isn’t shy in any way and would keep copies hanging on the wall, they came out great so you would keep a smaller version in your wallet (hehe)
• he would Not let you take all of the credit (def would tell people it was all his idea)
• I think he’d try to sell them somewhere, but the price would be too high and no one would buy them
• at the end of the day he cherished them so much bc it was an excuse to hang out with you and flirt and stuff, not that he would need an excuse to do it
• he also would love to see you working the camera and any lighting apparatus, reminding him of you drooling over him while he would work on his stuff
• now he gets to drool over you :D
Nami:
•the camera LOVES her
• in this fake world you took her bounty picture, and you and her made them into cards to sell (like you would for an idol or whatnot)
• she loves having intimate moments with you though, and those photos would NEVER see the outside of her room.
• they are kept under lock and key so none of the gross boys will see them, it’s just for you and Nami to love and appreciate eachother
• I think she would force you to let her take shots of you, with her being so beautiful it was easy for you to self deprecate, and she wanted to hear no more of it
• she would prove to you how beautiful you were, getting all the right angles and lighting
• seeing the pics she would take of you def would change ur mind about yourself, if Nami, BEAUTIFUL Nami could see you in that way how could you not?
• I think beyond that the two of you would take pics of the guys on the ship doing stupid stuff, like luffy hitting zoro on accident or something
• you two would share in those moments, glances, touches, laughter, you and Nami were meant to last
Perona:
•she would love taking pics of you, with you, and you taking pics of her? She would love every bit of it
• she would get annoyed if you invited anyone else to the two of y’all’s sessions, even if she knew it was just friendly
• I think she would get jealous if you took pictures of other people, turning into her whiny mode if you did
• she would strive to be your muse, wearing creative outfits and doing her hair and makeup in fun and pretty ways to catch your attention
• ofc it would work everytime, and you would go running to her
• Perona always looked amazing in pictures (and she would LOVE when you include her ghosts) so you always wanted to take pics of her
• I think the relationship between you two would grow a bit like artist obsessed and muse… I feel like she’s kinda crazy and would like lowkey manipulate you into it? But I mean I believe reader is smart enough to be aware of it but choose to play into it
• she would show off to zoro and mihawk, something something “I have a relationship and you two aren’t even close to getting one” followed by her cute ass laugh
(THANK YOU SO MUCH @head-empty-just-ace YOU SAVED ME)
Bad Romance
Law x reader, fem reader, drunk things/drinking
wc: 1625
Just a little wip for Law's birthday!! I will prob continue it soon, if i have the motivation :) This isn't edited so pls forgive any typos or errors.... also i kinda wrote it to Gaga's bad romance (like halfway thru) and it was fun to listen and read it at the same time, but idk....
You and law were sitting at the bar, legs gently brushing together. This was as much pda as Law could stand. It was a Thursday night, so it wasn’t too busy at the bar; but the Olympics were on so both of you had dutifully paid attention to the tvs above you. Making small comments about the athletes for about an hour. You would’ve kept going (enjoying the way Law always had something to say to your little quips) but the games had concluded for the day. So now your attention was turned onto him.
“Hmm, do a shot with me!” You spoke with a giggle, already feeling tipsy from the two drinks you had since the two of you arrived.
Law looked to the bartender, catching their attention soon after. “Hey, could we get two shots of don julio? And a chaser of sprite please.” Law looked at you as they started to pour the shots, “What do I get?”
You giggle again, before calming down a bit to answer, “I'll dance with you!”
“You can’t make me.” He had a smile on his face. You barely got to see it before he turned to thank the bartender.
“I won't force you, but the least you could do is protect me when I'm out there.” You giggled more, everything was funny when you were tipsy. Despite the giggles you attempted to have a serious tone which Law saw right through.
This proposed arrangement was often what happened when the two of you went out. You and Law would get drunk, you would dance while he stood behind you, then (after you got tired) the two of you would head home.
“Maybe tonight… Anyways, cheers.” Law took his shot glass, you took yours.
The glass made a small clink, neither one of you pushing too hard. Tapping the glass on the counter, you looked at Law.
You knew what he meant but couldn’t help the gut feeling you had churning. You found his eyes while giggling (nervous for the shot and excitement at the possibility) and he found yours.
The alcohol burned going down, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Just the look he was giving you was enough to make you blush, but with the shot mixed in you felt like you were burning up. You drank the chaser, not willing to put up with the burn in your throat anymore.
You leaned over, your legs brushing against his with more pressure, and whispered in his ear, “Should we go outside? Get some air?” Unfortunately followed by a giggle. You rested your head on his shoulder, for stability, but you would never tell him that.
He shifted under your weight, putting his hands on your shoulders to lift you a bit. He whispered back into your ear, “I'd do anything if you asked.”
The two of you were leaning up against a random building in the alley next to the bar. You always felt safe around him. Law opened a plastic water bottle that had come out of nowhere to you, and handed it to you. “It's vodka, drink up.”
You giggled, “no way you brought vodka!” taking a sip from the bottle, you were slightly disappointed. “I knew you never would…”
“Well it's one of many ways to get you to drink water. You feelin okay?” Law looked over at you, where he found the water bottle pressed up against your lips, and some water droplets rolling down the side of your mouth.
“Hmhmm” unable to make much sense past a grumble, due to the water.
Law just kept staring at you, which to your drunk eyes seemed like intense flirting.
So you do what any girl would do, attempt to jump his bones. He sees you coming before you can even get close, and grabs your shoulders to stop you.
“Do you want to dance now?” Law calmly asked you, removing on hand to brush a stray piece of hair back into place.
“Yes pleaase!” You say with a smile, while Law just stares at you.
You look up into his eye just in time to catch his blush spread across his face before he removes his hands entirely and looks away. He was always like this in public, so shy and secretive.
The two of you got one more drink when you returned inside, and you found yourself on the dance floor. While you weren’t sure how it happened, you were very grateful it did. Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance had just started to play and you were reeling. After letting out a shout/scream you started dancing to the beat. Moving your hands in a way that was probably not attractive, you started humming the beat.
Right before you could really get into it, you felt hands snake around your waist.
Fight or flight kicked in and your body had chosen to fly, you aggressively ripped the mystery hands off you and took as many steps away as you could, and began to turn.
You were drunk, sure but you weren’t 100% stupid.
The culprit stood there, mouth open with a comical “O”. Law had already put his hands on him.
“I don’t know him!” You tried to yell as loud as possible, and it seemed like Law had gotten the message.
He said something to you that you couldn’t hear and then started walking the man out. You only got a glance of Laws hands, veins practically popping out, digging into the man’s neck and arm.
You found yourself against a wall, looking at the many people dancing. All of them were unaware of your situation and were having fun, feeling the dissonance you wanted to join them. A flash of Law blushing interrupted any thought process you had, and you found yourself smiling like a fool. You caught yourself, and dropped it. Quickly looking up to the dancing crowd to make sure none of them saw the embarrassing display of affection. Of course no one cared. They were all dancing.
Unsure of where Law was, you decided to wait.
Until you saw a woman smile and reach out to you. With Bad Romance hitting the first chorus, you pushed yourself off the wall and joined her.
You both sang the lyrics as loud as possible, as well as jumping to the beat. You took her hands and danced with her until you felt someone tap your shoulder.
Nervous there was another strange man you snapped your head around, only to find your lover.
He leaned in close enough to touch your ear with his lips, “I’m sorry, don’t stress though he’s regretting it now.”
You yelled back, “okay!”
After feeling a wave of relief you started bending over to tease your boyfriend, attempting to grind on him.
He moved his hands to your hips, shockingly, and let you move against him. His grip on you reached through the drinks you had and grounded you with him.
He pulled you closer…
You obliged of course and grinded on him, feeling his attention against your ass. Once the song transitioned into the next the two of you were out of there.
He went first and grabbed your hand to guide you, holding the door open while you exited. The cool air of the night hit your face and you had felt yourself sober up just a bit.
Things were still dizzy and thankfully law didn’t take his hand away from yours. He had only parked a block away or so, so you didn’t have to walk long before arriving at the car.
“I’ll open it.” He mumbled as he led you to the passenger side, you opened your bag after Laws hand left yours to search for chapstick.
“Can you help mee” with a whiny voice, he had no choice but to. The car door was open and Law was waiting impatiently there but, after a sigh he walked to you and took your bag.
He found the chapstick instantly somehow, and out your bag in the car.
“Oh my god! You’re so smart Law..” you had a goofy smile, in awe of your boyfriend, “you should put it on me too!” Followed by another giggle.
You leaned against the car, and Law took a step or two to get to you. He never spoke if he didn’t really need to, and this was his way of showing you that he would.
You opened your mouth slightly to allow him easier access, and as he approached you looked up into his eyes.
They were focused on you, and his pupils were wide. The harsh lighting of the parking lot somehow worked wonders for him, making his features all the more prominent and handsome.
Suddenly, he grabbed your chin and forced your head up.
As if he read your mind, he responded “I couldn’t see you properly.”
You felt no air coming in or out, as he focused his eyes on your lips and carefully applied the chapstick. Still looking up at him with your mouth agape, you felt your heart racing.
As soon as he finished, the cap was on and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Trying to force him closer in any way. “Stay here a sec.” You whispered into his ear, brushing your lips against him.
“Hmhmm” he mumbled back, and you pulled him as close as possible. You felt his breathing on your back, next to the open neckline of your shirt. You felt your face go red at the thought of how else you have felt him breathing there in the past. His stubble tickled your shoulder and all you could think was how fast you wanted to get home.
Would law have a tattoo on his butthole
yes. and of y/n’s name, written in comic sans.
