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Nami was not the only one to find relief in the evening’s cool embrace: despite the blood still tinting his skin pink and the lingering proof of his arousal through skin-tight leather, Law was as pleased to realize he was listening to the redhead as he was exasperated by the direction her thoughts had taken.

Was it really that difficult to simply acknowledge that she was looking forward to this as much as he was? They both knew how those words had held up before he’d slipped his hand beneath her skirt a second time - didn’t she realize he’d already found the answer he’d longed for? He never would have acted the way he had this evening - let her see how badly he wanted her - if he hadn’t already determined she wanted him just as badly.

Or was she too busy searching for her own answers that she really hadn’t noticed?

“Believe me, I’m listening,” he told her quietly. Still face to face with the woman on the sidewalk, Law’s eyes never strayed from Nami’s for a moment - even as his lips pressed into a thoughtful frown. “But as interested as I am in your ruined panties and ripping them off of you, my answer is no. If you’re gonna walk away from tonight thinking that’s all it was and feeling like you missed out on something, we should just turn around and head back inside right now. Because I’m not interested in owing you for wanting this. For wanting you.”

Please

Please

Please

Every dirty suggestion that left Law's lips had Nami soaking through her panties that much more. No longer was she sure if she wanted him to break- Or if she was about to break herself.

Because all of that didn't just sound good. It sounded amazing.

Face several shades brighter, the ginger became increasingly aware of how hot and crowded the dance floor had become over the last song or two. No longer was she sure how long they'd been there, lips locked as they volleyed dirty suggestions back and forth.

“You're a very, very dirty man, Trafalgar,” Nami purred out once she caught her breath from the mental image of a tattooed hand along her backside over and over until she could no longer sit down. “I knew you had big ears, but it just occurred to me what very big-”

He was very astute, wasn't he? She hadn't even been aware Law had actually been listening that night early on in their arrangement in Ikkaku's back yard. Under her breath she proclaimed the need for a fat joint and a good spanking after a stressful week at the bar. And he remembered.

Lashes fluttered and Nami offered the man an almost coy look. “-Teeth you have.”

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Naturally, Law had a different view of things.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ When he looked back on this evening later, he would not see asking to leave right then as breaking so much as he had been sparing the ginger the indignity of admitting defeat between them - even though Law knew that she had succumbed before him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ She had to have; she wouldn’t be letting him drag her away already otherwise. At least not unless he’d promised to pocket the hundred dollar gift card on their way out. And while something told the surgeon his greedy companion might just enjoy that, petty theft was far from the top on the list of ways Law meant to spend this Halloween evening.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Discovering all the ways he might touch, please, and thrill her held that honor for the moment. Discovering all the ways she might touch, please, and thrill him a close second.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But as eager as Law was to get his hands on her (there was no need to ask whose apartment they would head to; Nami’s was closer, so that was where he would take them), his pride abruptly reasserted itself when Nami’s answer sounded behind him. Behind him - because the towering, fur-clad man had already succeeded in elbowing a path halfway across the dance floor for them, his haste half due to reluctance to leave her time to reconsider their departure and half to anticipation for those pretty, pouty lips wrapping themselves around his manhood -

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And yet.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Oh? ❞ At the edge of the crowded dance floor, the wolf’s hurried steps slowed to a stop. A single dark eyebrow arching skyward as he turned to her with a tilt of his head. ❝That’s the only reason you’re walking away early right now? Are you sure about that, Little Red? ❞

Please

Please

Please

Every dirty suggestion that left Law's lips had Nami soaking through her panties that much more. No longer was she sure if she wanted him to break- Or if she was about to break herself.

Because all of that didn't just sound good. It sounded amazing.

Face several shades brighter, the ginger became increasingly aware of how hot and crowded the dance floor had become over the last song or two. No longer was she sure how long they'd been there, lips locked as they volleyed dirty suggestions back and forth.

“You're a very, very dirty man, Trafalgar,” Nami purred out once she caught her breath from the mental image of a tattooed hand along her backside over and over until she could no longer sit down. “I knew you had big ears, but it just occurred to me what very big-”

He was very astute, wasn't he? She hadn't even been aware Law had actually been listening that night early on in their arrangement in Ikkaku's back yard. Under her breath she proclaimed the need for a fat joint and a good spanking after a stressful week at the bar. And he remembered.

Lashes fluttered and Nami offered the man an almost coy look. “-Teeth you have.”

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romantic gestures.    bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential (or if it depends).

holding hands   ·   buying flowers   ·   cooking   ·   cuddles   ·   writing a poem / song   ·   holding door open   ·   tying shoe laces   ·   sharing a milkshake with two straws   ·   offering their jacket when it's cold   ·   kissing in the rain   ·   publicly confessing love.

long walks at the beach  ·   doing the titanic pose on a boat   ·   kissing the back of their hand   ·   slow dancing   ·   introducing them to their parents   ·   lighting candles   ·   flower petals on bed   ·   love letters   ·   stargazing   ·   brushing / doing their hair   ·   picnics   ·   teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands   ·   compliments.

drawing them   ·   self-made gifts   ·   massages   ·   proposing with a family heirloom ring ·   lending them their favorite book to read   ·   paying for dinner / coffee   ·   surprise birthday parties   ·   feeding them   ·   handing them keys to their apartment   ·   making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over   ·   sharing a blanket   ·   couple costumes

tucking a hair strand behind their ear   ·   keeping them from leaving   ·   moving cities to be together   ·   blowing a kiss   ·   breakfast in bed   ·   defending them in a fight   ·   joint bubble baths   ·   dropping the l-bomb / "i love you"   ·   dedicating a song to them   ·   wearing their clothes ·   yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie   ·   grant them the last bite.

tagged by: @cptnslog

tagging: @castaris (if you haven't already!) & anyone else who hasn't/wants to, I am late.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ This was it.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Pushed to his breaking point and then some, erect length straining so hard against his pants the coldest thoughts in the world could no longer distract him from his ravenous desire for her, Law was this close to saying to hell with his pride altogether. If the promise of his hand upon that pert backside – along with everything else he’d promised both outright and through every smoldering look he had leveled at her this evening – were not enough to sway the redhead to leaving voluntarily, Law was fully prepared to fall back on either of two hastily thought-up backup plans: either risking the ginger’s wrath and bundling her over his shoulder as he elbowed his way through the crowd to the exit, or resorting to the age-old outlet of bribing the woman.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Somehow he knew what both of their preferences would be. He was almost even certain Nami would forgive him for dragging her away from the club empty-handed – eventually.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Fortunately for both of them, the look in Nami’s eyes rendered bribery and kidnapping alike unnecessary, the words he’d so desperately hoped for falling from her lips like the sweetest ambrosia. The slow grin that stretched across Law’s face would have put even the most self-respecting of canines to shame: more than beastly, the look he gave her as those words slipped past her teeth was downright feral.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And suddenly it did not matter who had caved and who hadn’t. Law did not care about how obviously he longed for her, or her hundred dollar gift card or the friends he was sure would be rolling their eyes on the sidelines. He didn’t care that they had come to a stop or that they were supposed to be faking or that anyone might hear him as he leaned in to press his lips to Nami’s ear above the music.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Only that his fingers had threaded through hers, already ready to drag her across the dance floor or to be dragged by her, and that he would stop at nothing until that same lovely shade of crimson across her cheeks adorned every inch of the skin he couldn’t wait to lay eyes on in the moonlight.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Dragging a single digit along her spine for emphasis, he leaned in and promised, ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝All the better to eat you with, my dear. Now -❞ his teeth grazed the shell of Nami’s ear as he shifted against her –‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝can we please go?❞

Please

Please

Please

Every dirty suggestion that left Law's lips had Nami soaking through her panties that much more. No longer was she sure if she wanted him to break- Or if she was about to break herself.

Because all of that didn't just sound good. It sounded amazing.

Face several shades brighter, the ginger became increasingly aware of how hot and crowded the dance floor had become over the last song or two. No longer was she sure how long they'd been there, lips locked as they volleyed dirty suggestions back and forth.

“You're a very, very dirty man, Trafalgar,” Nami purred out once she caught her breath from the mental image of a tattooed hand along her backside over and over until she could no longer sit down. “I knew you had big ears, but it just occurred to me what very big-”

He was very astute, wasn't he? She hadn't even been aware Law had actually been listening that night early on in their arrangement in Ikkaku's back yard. Under her breath she proclaimed the need for a fat joint and a good spanking after a stressful week at the bar. And he remembered.

Lashes fluttered and Nami offered the man an almost coy look. “-Teeth you have.”

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Me, finding more and more reasons to “awww” and gush and be sentimental over little details in the Law novel every time I reread it. ☠️

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ooc update. I've been into other things besides writing lately, but just wanted to drop in and let everyone I have ongoing threads with know I still haven't forgotten you, I promise. I'll be back to writing eventually, I just gotta cycle through however many hobby hyperfocuses it takes in the meantime. I'm also blah about how long it's been since the last Law appearance in the manga, but on a positive note, I'm using the downtime to try and complete an entire watch-through (which I've never done before). I think going back through everything will hopefully help spark my muse again when I get back up to Law content. In.... a hundred years or so or however long it takes my incapable-of-binge-watching self to get there. Anyway. All that to say I'm still here and haven't dropped anything, I'm just... Idk. Somewhere else right now.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝No. Of course you aren’t, ❞ Law muttered drily. That much was painfully obvious - at least to one of them. The other had the luxury of *discreetly* soaking through her panties, trying her damndest to feign cool and unaffected while she sought to ensure she held all the cards in the battle of wills they’d waged between them.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ As if it wasn’t enough how obviously he wanted her. Or that he’d let her pick out the skin-tight pants so easily betraying him in the first place, Law snorted.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But for all her “hard to get” act vexed and riled the surgeon, Law couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Nami’s stalling. She was thinking about something - and intently - that much was clear to someone who’d spent so much time getting to know the redhead these last few months. He knew what it meant when her gaze drifted the way it did. Had watched her closely and enough, even before he’d realized he was doing it, to recognize the exact moment she went from looking at him to getting lost in her head - though he doubted even Nami herself realized when it happened.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But there were tells. Little things he’d picked up on along the way - like the slightest knitting of her eyebrows, or the way her teeth toyed with her bottom lip when she was chewing something over…

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And now it was his turn to be lost in thought, it seemed.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ The point was - he had watched her. Too closely to be casual, he’d realized eventually, but that’s epiphany was behind him now. He knew what he wanted and he knew Nami. Perhaps not as completely as he would like to. Not enough to riddle out exactly where her thoughts had taken her, but if it was something important to her, he knew better than to think she wouldn’t tell him if she wanted to. Nami didn’t hesitate to make her voice heard and he knew it.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ It was because he knew her so well that Law knew exactly what she was up to. And he had no intention of making it easy for her. Two could play at that game, and even if Nami were to win this round - if he caved and gave her what it was she wanted, Law couldn’t help but wonder if she would enjoy it so much when it was his turn to repay the favor.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ An impish curl of his lips and a hunger gleaming in narrowed pools of amber betrayed just how eagerly he was looking forward to it - even as he fought to deny her as long as possible.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Tongue flicking unhurriedly against her own, Law offered a nonchalant shrug of broad shoulders, keeping her firmly in place against him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Oh, don’t you worry - I’m more than looking forward to that bit, too. I intend to take you in as many ways as you think you can handle, and I am very interested in all of them. ❞ Breaking from Nami’s mouth, the wolf turned his head until his lips brushed her ear. ❝But as much as I’m going to enjoy seeing my hand outlined in red on that perfect ass of yours, ❞ he whispered with a deliberate squeeze to her backside, ❝There is nothing in this world I’m looking forward to more than watching your face when you break underneath me, Little Red.❞

Unbeknownst to Nami the more seasoned couples had considered the two a non-threat the moment they slipped onto the dance floor with whispers of how clearly new it was to the two. Little did they know it was so new the redhead had not fully processed her own feelings on the matter. As far as those nudging one another at the bar together, placing bets on how much longer they would remain in the competition at all they might as well have been an item this entire time. They used words like girlfriend and boyfriend- a proper couple, not unlike the kind they were pretending to be tonight- if it could be called pretending at all. And it wasn't like the couple term wasn't loosely used, everyone knew Penguin and Shachi were cousins, and yet even they had entered as a couple (deemed not remotely worthy as competition as far Nami was concerned.

For one so astute and insightful when it came to other people, one thing Nami had not done was question her own feelings for Law beyond lust. Anything he wanted was fair game, but not until the feral noise release from his mouth to pull his lips to feels his tongue brush along hers did she realize just how much she wanted the doctor. As territorial as she had been at the game, it had not occurred to her why. But now with finger snaking dangerously close to her center and the taste of rum on his tongue did Nami realize that she might actually have feelings for him.

More than feelings-

As if they were never pretending to be anything but a couple, Nami so often found her guard down around him.. He was comfortable. He was safe. Law could be everything she never wanted for herself, and unless she was mistaken… she might just be everything he wanted.

Oh, little red. Long before all hallows the woman had found herself well off the beaten bath, traversing all new territory. Not one to let herself get feelings, she quite suddenly didn't know what to do with herself. Eyes flit from the hypnotic golden orbs of the wolf-eared man before her, making note of all the exits- unsure whether it was to run or pull him along with her. A busy hand snaked from between crotch and bottom, lips quirking in amusement.

Right.

Lulled into a sense of security, she'd nearly completely forgotten in that moment that they were here for anything beyond drinking and having a good time at all. All instincts that told her to run were dashed away instantly as she turned in the man's arms to rock onto her toes. Purposely pressing against his hard on, Nami's voice was low in response as a full pout brushed the man's earlobe. "I didn't bring you a pair of pants to change into, but after you win me that gift card you can cum in my mouth in the car."

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ For a few exhilarating moments, he thought he had her.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Nami was quiet for so long after his not-really warning that the doctor had almost convinced himself she was weighing her options. It was only a hundred dollar gift card, after all, and as crowded as the dance floor was at the moment, Law knew it had only just begun to stir for the evening. The later it got, it would only grow busier, and the two couples they’d deemed the only actual threats among the current audience would be far from the only competitors as more shuffled in throughout the evening.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ All of which was to say – the night was still young. They had hours ahead of them still before the judging would occur, and between the evidence of Nami’s own arousal he’d felt on her thigh – not to mention the way chestnut eyes seemed to flicker between him, his lips, the nearest exits, and back again, Law had been just about certain that she was about to come to the same conclusion. He’d half gotten his hopes up she’d say “forget the gift card” with the memory of his fingers between her legs so freshly dragged back to the surface – only to be reminded when his words caught up to her that this was, of course, Nami he was talking about.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ His reminder or not, Law could not help the exasperated sigh that escaped him as Nami’s lips grazed his skin.  He should have known better, he supposed. But still.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Blood thrumming in his veins and heart thundering so loudly he could hear it over the blur of the DJ’s music, Law did his best not to give the woman the satisfaction he knew she was looking for – even as the twitch of his leather-clad member against her hip and the strain to his voice betrayed him in the new position, he would not sink to something so desperate as to offer every last bill in his wallet to coax her out any sooner.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ At least not at her first attempt to break him. No matter how good of an effort it had been.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ He would not throw her over his shoulder and drag her outside to deal with the problem she’d created no matter what she had to say on the matter. Probably.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝And here I thought I was supposed to be the villain in this ensemble,❞ he sighed. ❝Who knew that Little Red was such a wicked seductress?❞ Golden eyes slid closed with the warm breath that fanned against his skin and slowly  - very grudgingly -, Law shifted until his hands enveloped her hips, mirroring the less… heated forms of the couples dancing around them. ❝But if it’s a gift card you want…” A slow, roguish smile crept its way onto the surgeon’s face as he considered his next move. ❝Then it’s a gift card you’ll get.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Pulling her so snugly against him he risked a drawn-out sigh from the contact against his straining manhood, it was Law’s turn to whisper in his partner’s ear before she could wriggle away from his grasp.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝It’s all in the performance, isn’t it? So all I have to do is be on my best, wolfish behavior, don’t you think? Should be easy enough,❞ he added – with both a very pointed look and an unhurried swipe of his tongue across his lip. ❝And all you have to do is keep thinking about that hundred dollars – and not how long it’s going to take your ankles to end up on my shoulders when the wolf finally catches you. Piece of cake,❞ he said, vowing internally to make sure it was anything but easy for the redhead.

Unbeknownst to Nami the more seasoned couples had considered the two a non-threat the moment they slipped onto the dance floor with whispers of how clearly new it was to the two. Little did they know it was so new the redhead had not fully processed her own feelings on the matter. As far as those nudging one another at the bar together, placing bets on how much longer they would remain in the competition at all they might as well have been an item this entire time. They used words like girlfriend and boyfriend- a proper couple, not unlike the kind they were pretending to be tonight- if it could be called pretending at all. And it wasn't like the couple term wasn't loosely used, everyone knew Penguin and Shachi were cousins, and yet even they had entered as a couple (deemed not remotely worthy as competition as far Nami was concerned.

For one so astute and insightful when it came to other people, one thing Nami had not done was question her own feelings for Law beyond lust. Anything he wanted was fair game, but not until the feral noise release from his mouth to pull his lips to feels his tongue brush along hers did she realize just how much she wanted the doctor. As territorial as she had been at the game, it had not occurred to her why. But now with finger snaking dangerously close to her center and the taste of rum on his tongue did Nami realize that she might actually have feelings for him.

More than feelings-

As if they were never pretending to be anything but a couple, Nami so often found her guard down around him.. He was comfortable. He was safe. Law could be everything she never wanted for herself, and unless she was mistaken… she might just be everything he wanted.

Oh, little red. Long before all hallows the woman had found herself well off the beaten bath, traversing all new territory. Not one to let herself get feelings, she quite suddenly didn't know what to do with herself. Eyes flit from the hypnotic golden orbs of the wolf-eared man before her, making note of all the exits- unsure whether it was to run or pull him along with her. A busy hand snaked from between crotch and bottom, lips quirking in amusement.

Right.

Lulled into a sense of security, she'd nearly completely forgotten in that moment that they were here for anything beyond drinking and having a good time at all. All instincts that told her to run were dashed away instantly as she turned in the man's arms to rock onto her toes. Purposely pressing against his hard on, Nami's voice was low in response as a full pout brushed the man's earlobe. "I didn't bring you a pair of pants to change into, but after you win me that gift card you can cum in my mouth in the car."

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  2.  the  sound  of  your  name  )   Set  the  stage  for  whispered  confessions,  stolen  glances,  and  the  way  a  name  can  linger  on  someone’s  lips  like  a  secret.     ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  yearning,  tension  &  the  weight  of  unspoken  words

✧     ›     𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓    &     𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

My  muse  murmurs  your  muse’s  name  in  their  sleep,  unaware  they’re  listening.

My  muse  hesitates  before  saying  your  muse’s  name,  like  they’re  afraid  of  what  it  means.

My  muse  asks  your  muse  to  say  their  name  again,  just  to  hear  how  it  sounds.

My  muse  lets  your  muse’s  name  slip  out  in  a  moment  of  exhaustion,  vulnerability,  or  drunken  honesty.

✧      ›      𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆    &     𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

My  muse  leans  in,  their  breath  warm  against  your  muse’s  ear  as  they  say  their  name—slowly.

My  muse  says  your  muse’s  name  like  a  warning,  but  there’s  something  softer  beneath  it.

My  muse  lingers  on  your  muse’s  name,  their  voice  catching  before  they  can  say  anything  else.

My  muse  clenches  their  jaw  when  someone  else  says  your  muse’s  name—too  fondly.

My  muse  dares  your  muse  to  say  their  name  the  way  they  really  mean  it.

✧      ›      𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓    &    𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓

My  muse  spits  your  muse’s  name  like  it  hurts  to  say.

My  muse  almost  says  your  muse’s  name—before  stopping  themselves.

My  muse  chokes  on  your  muse’s  name  in  an  argument,  suddenly  unable  to  be  angry.

My  muse  whispers  your  muse’s  name  in  a  dark,  empty  room,  knowing  they  won’t  answer.

My  muse  says  your  muse’s  name  with  finality,  like  a  goodbye  they  never  wanted  to  say.

My  muse  grips  your  muse’s  face,  desperate.  “Say  my  name.  Just  once.”

✧      ›      𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒      &      𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

My  muse  drags  out  your  muse’s  name,  like  they’re  savoring  it.

My  muse  laughs  when  your  muse  says  their  name—because  they  weren’t  expecting  it  to  sound  so  sweet.

My  muse  smirks  as  they  whisper  your  muse’s  name,  testing  their  reaction.

My  muse  playfully  refuses  to  call  your  muse  by  their  name,  just  to  see  them  pout.

My  muse  presses  their  lips  to  your  muse’s  ear  and  murmurs,  “Say  my  name  first.”

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Recipe for getting writing inspo & muse back;

Ingredients:

1x reach breaking point/over the hyperfocus hill with the other hobbies you’ve been doing instead

1x temporary meltdown of epic proportions because you’ve been doing those things so long it’s weird quitting them cold turkey

1x flail uselessly because well now what

Instructions:

Overthink the one thing you did write. Consider deleting and rewriting it. Talk it through until you’ve talked yourself down, you know you’re just overthinking it, and why are you hyperfixated on one thing only when you have some 90 others you can focus on in the meantime. Have epiphany.

Final step: declare that chaos mode has been activated and you will now ruin your RP besties’ lives by making everything their turn in one burst of chaotic energy until you crash from being sleep deprived OR become normal again.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ If there'd been a single doubt in Law's mind how absolutely fucked he was before that moment, it would have vanished in the time it took his distracted mind to realize what Nami was doing. What she meant to do as that slender hand lifted to reach behind her. No sooner had the big eyes in question widened with the realization than Nami's roaming touch treated her to just what she'd been looking for. Not that it was difficult to find with how eagerly his treacherous anatomy responded to her.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And just like the traitor his body was, the strained groan that slipped past Law's lips came both unbidden and entirely too loudly to have gone unnoticed by the closest of their neighbors on the dance floor.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But Trafalgar Law didn't give a damn about any of that. He didn't care about the people around them, or who had heard the primal noise that escaped him. Nor that any of their friends might notice what was happening between them or how readily he'd just admitted to pleasuring himself to the thought of her.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ He cared very intently, however, that Nami was touching him. That maybe - just maybe - she had thought about him even a fraction as often as he'd thought about her of late. That words and honeyed tone alike suggested the same soft fingers now wreaking havoc on Law's nervous system (not to mention putting them both in danger of violating several public decency guidelines) had worked just as desperately between Nami's legs as his had between his own some nights after their paths had diverged -- and somehow Law just knew she had come with his name upon her lips more than once before.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ How many times? He wanted to ask her. How often had she thought of touching him like this? Of him touching her before she drifted off to sleep?

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But before he had the chance to, Nami surprised him a second time. And the answer that was reflex withered upon Law's tongue, all too willing to die there because just like that, in plain view of everyone around them, Nami was kissing him for the second time.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ With no game to blame it on this time her lips pressed against his, the big bad wolf did not resist her. As if he would ever. Too powerless to think about anything beyond the thrill of excitement surging in his bloodstream, every bit as much from the hand still resting upon his crotch as it was the mouth that worked so hungrily against his, Trafalgar Law forgot about everything around them -- onlookers, gift cards, competition alike. He thought only of the kiss upon his lips, the touch driving him crazy, and... the slick evidence of Nami's own excitement when his hand slid just the slightest bit higher beneath her skirts.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ The surgeon growled a second time, loving the muffled noise it made against her lips before he grudgingly broke free from them.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝All the better to see you with,❞ he echoed back at her. His left hand had not relaxed its grip on her hip in the slightest: if anything, he'd only held her closer. And though he longed to let it roam even further, the right hovered there on the furthest edge of what decency allowed them, while he pulled her closer against him. Leaning in close, he went on in a whisper.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝And to see exactly where this is going to go if we don't cool it this second, Little Red. So as much as it pains me to say it... You might want to get your hand off my dick before I cost you your gift card.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Before you slip up and say what we're both hoping you say next, said the heated gaze he gave her before lips in stark contrast found Nami's for the third time.

For the second time in the last five month Nami felt the man stiffen beneath her, a broad hand sliding further up her skirt. Her pulse quickened instantly, the wolfish growl in the back of Law's throat lulling her into a (perhaps false) sense of security. Melting against his larger frame, Nami practically purred in response. “That explains a few things…”

Lashes fluttered in tandem with her heartbeat, center pulsing with every centimeter of skin that tattooed fingers explored. Things began clicking into place- No wonder the surgeon spent so much time on the beach by himself with a towel wrapped around him. It wasn't lost on her how often she felt- and confirmed, after whipping around and offering Law a cheery smile while she played in the waves. What had been lost on the redhead was that he couldn't stop thinking about what nestled beneath the small slip of fabric, blessed with a hard on.

… She should have known, but Nami had spent a lot of time talking herself out of her own budding feelings… sexual and otherwise. It was a one time thing had been her insistent belief. If it wasn't, why hadn't he tried to make a pass at her within the last five months?

“I've thought of you too,” she whispered back, eyes flitting from a broad, kissable mouth while replaying the last time his lips had been on hers… back to golden eyes. Sexy. He was so. Fucking. Sexy.

“This, especially.” Unbothered by the crowd of people that danced around them or even prying eyes, Nami reached behind the man to run a hand along his stirring length, a low groan passing her lips. Since the game, Nami had found herself unbothered by the man's visits and texts. So much so that every time the door of the bar swung open during her shift Nami hoped it was him. When it was, a smile was instantly brought to her face.

Law had increasingly become an object of the redhead's fantasies… And here he was, going as far as to play along without realizing he was playing right into several of her more lucrative kinks. If nothing else- If this was just something between friends- There was clearly a strong sexual connection between the two of them. Which is what had the woman boldly reaching around to stroke his cock and watching his expression with rapt attention as she lilted out. “My, what big eyes you have, Mr Wolf,” pressing her lips to his before he could possibly respond.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Stuck on loop. That was one way to describe the state the surgeon had found himself in of late, he supposed. Reliving that same handful of moments over and over again, finding a mind that had always been so focused - on the day, the moment, the operation before him - straying to his redheaded companion entirely too often to be considered casual.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ He thought of Nami more often than he didn't think of Nami these days; found himself reaching for his phone first thing after shifts or early in the mornings just in case she'd happened to text him. Ended up dropping by her bar in the evenings or wanting to invite her along to things far more often than their holidate agreement strictly required...

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And yes - he thought about her then, too. Far more often than he'd normally care to admit, as it happened. But when Nami turned away to treat him to a sinfully delightful wriggle of her ass against his crotch, the gravelly response in Nami's ear was all Law could manage to keep from outright growling at her. Instead, he exhaled slowly through his nose, humming in appreciation as his palm spread flat, fingers splaying across the woman's thigh and creeping ever so subtly higher along soft skin he'd been dreaming of touching this way since...

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Every damn time,❞ he admitted in a whisper. ❝After the photo booth - but especially since that damn blue bikini of yours.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Eyes for only the ginger before him, indeed -- the room and all its inhabitants around them had ceased to exist from the moment she pressed herself against him. A favor eagerly returned by the free hand that blazed a trail along the curve of Nami's opposite hip, settling upon her waist to pull her more firmly against him. Firmly enough he knew she'd be able to feel exactly the response she expected in the skin-tight leather pants she'd picked out for him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Of course...❞ Law's voice was little more than a quiet rumble in his chest as he continued. ❝You should know. Sometimes I decide it's only fair to make it your problem I'm up late and frustrated, too. Or hadn't you noticed I stopped worrying about texting you at normal hours?❞

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ For every moment that Nami spent surveying him, Law watched his companion just as intently. Studying. Considering. Trying to riddle out where the redhead’s crafty mind had taken her in her silence. Was she trying to decide how far he intended to take this little game they were playing? Or had she already seen through him, realizing how far it went beyond just a game in Law’s mind?

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ It wouldn’t surprise him. The two had always had an easy connection, and Law had felt from the earliest fake-dates they’d been on that they seemed to understand each other more effortlessly than most… For all he knew, Nami might have worked out that the surgeon was… interested in her far sooner than he had.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ …She had to have, didn’t she? Between pulling her into a photo booth that day at the mall and how eagerly he had reciprocated when Nami’s lips had found his own at the homecoming game… Law was sure she must have read him as easily as a book left open before her. And yet…

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Nami, who had a mind as quick as anyone he knew of, and who often seemed to know what her date was thinking even before he did, did not seem to know what to make of the offer – the question – Law was presenting. Try as she might to pretend she wasn’t affected, he knew she at least considered it: that was easy enough to gather from the slight creep of color into Nami’s cheeks and the way -Law noted smugly- that she repeated herself a second time.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝So you said,❞ he muttered distractedly, helping himself to the now-empty glass in Nami’s hand which he deposited on a table skirting the dance floor. ❝But something tells me,❞ Law went on, pulling her against him both with little warning and perhaps more firmly than was strictly necessarily, ❝Little Red might be just as excited for me to get a glimpse of those garters again as I am. Especially when we both remember how much you enjoyed my hand up your skirt the first time.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ That much he was already sure of. The question was – what would she make of it? Would she see the mischievous teasing as an offer for a single night of entertainment? Or could Nami see through him as easily as he feared she did? Badmouthing their opponents aside, she had to have seen that the surgeon had eyes for only her as they carved a spot among the other couples mid-dancing. ...Didn't she?

Law was close enough that every tiny hair along her sensitive neck stood on end. Little red should have taken that was a warning sign that the promise that it wouldn't be so easy for Mr Wolf to get up her skirt might not be so difficult after all. Her garters may have had him acting up, but it was those legs and that ass in leather had left Nami with very dirty thoughts, indeed…

But they were just friends. Just friends that kissed- for show- and put their hand up her skirt- once. Eyes crinkled over the rim of her glass, briefly flitting to his hand and back to his eyes. Something had changed, hadn't it? Nami wasn't sure when it took place, but it was clear there was something there.

The question that formed in the redhead's mind was what did that mean for them? Was he simply attracted to her, or did he make her heart flutter and stomach twist in knots like she was feeling now? If she did let him get his paws all over her, what did that mean for them? Friends with benefits- or more?

When this arrangement began, both were clear they didn't really have time for dating. Not real dating, but when Nami thought about the surgeon, even taking one another on platonic dates felt so easy. Despite the wolfish grin he was giving her now, he was completely non-threatening. Oh, she knew Law would make good with those teeth and could do a number of things with his hands and stronger form and…

Only a drink and a half in and the alcohol was going straight to her pussy. Shaking off all the stirring emotions, Nami told herself that's all it was. It had nothing to do with the fact that when he looked at her she felt things. Not just between her legs, but deep in the pit of her stomach. It had nothing to do with the fact that the surgeon often drifted through her head, leaving her to texting him more than any other person in her phone…

Taking Law's tattooed hand, Nami tutted. ”Ah, ah. You're going to have to try a lot harder than that, Mr Wolf.”

Teasing though her words may be, the hooded clad woman allowed the predatory beast to lead her to the dancefloor after downing the rest of her drink. Ignoring all warning signs that the wolf was getting exactly what he wanted when she pressed her curvy body against his.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Like putty in the woman's hands, Law was spellbound from the moment soft fingers stroked their way along his member, amber eyes threatening to roll from the softest of Nami's teasing touches. And they might have - were it not for the surgeon's burning desire to commit every moment of the things she intended to do to him to memory.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ...Or at least as many moments as he was able to before Nami got him exactly where she wanted him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ For now, he exhaled a long and blissful sigh, approval mingling with relief for that long awaited touch -- and gods, the pleasure that rippled through him when that pink little tongue slid out to lap eagerly at the tip of him...

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Shudder traveling along his spine, Law slid a single, tattoo-adorned hand into dampened tangerine locks, forcing brown eyes up to his as he rocked slowly into the pretty mouth enveloping him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Prove it,❞ he rasped.

Months of worry, and here Nami was on her knees ready to make it up to him within record time.

“Very rude,” she purred, offering Law's manhood to memory with a long, slow stroke. Between that and the low noise that caught in his throat from the image of her before her. Nami intended to make it a memory he would never forget- the day she wondered back into his life and let him back in wholly and completely.

She loved him and he more than deserved the pretty image of her before him, mouth watering an anticipation to take his cock into her mouth. But Nami was, and always would be, a tease… the last few months hadn't changed that.

“You'll get to hear me moan for you soon enough. After I'm done making you moan my name.” Licking her lips, Nami's pink tongue darted out to run along the head of Law's thick member. Hands briefly wondered down the man's thighs and back up, taking him past her lips at the same time

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One day. One day I will write again. But for now I will do this. Craft pic under cut.

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@climatact -- cont'd from here.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝I know.❞ Law's voice and expression alike were distant, the assurance that at least one person had listened and heeded her words of warning about the weather rolling off of his tongue in an absent murmur. He didn't doubt assessment - would have taken Nami's words for truth even if they'd walked out to be greeted by a gorgeous, cloudless sky as far as the eyes could see. It was one of the first things he had openly admired about the redhead three years prior; if Nami said it was going to rain, it didn't matter what the sky looked like — it was going to rain and you'd better get inside or have an umbrella.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Law could believe every word the woman offered when it came to the weather or on the subject of finances. But when it came to everything that had happened between them since they'd met one another…

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ When it came to how she felt about him…

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Clearing his throat, Law averted eyes he hadn't realized had been fixed on the woman's features until the faint echo of ”They're going!“ drew him from his reverie. He offered Nami a nod of agreement and forced hands to uncurl from fists in his pockets - shoulders to relax from the tight tension that had crept into them when he'd realized they were being forced to go out and communicate properly.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Like adults, Cora-san's voice echoed again. Right. They were adults - parents to a three year old who was unshakably convinced he was still in love with mother even on the days he couldn't bring himself to meet Nami's eyes. That that would be enough to make anything work when Law himself was not so sure.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Alright. Might as well get going if we're going,❞ he offered in acknowledgement - adding loudly, with a pointed look at the window pane as if he could see through the curtains that were drawn - ❝So someone can make Cora-san watch Barbie for the eighteenth time this week while we're gone.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Looking back at Nami, he pushed away from the wall and set off at a measured pace, intending to follow along the sidewalk until his street carried them to the major thoroughfare - precisely the opposite direction of the park and question, in favor of the more bustling activity of downtown for a place to pass enough time away before returning home from the night. ❝Have you eaten yet? If you're hungry, we can go somewhere.❞