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your disease

an alternate route where trafalgar law is effected by the feminization disease a little longer

ft. female!trafalgar law x afab!reader

switching, cunniIingus/oral, tribbing, heavily implied wlw/sapphic reader (duh??), ngl it gets right into the prawn

word count: 1215

a.n: i need her... him? so bad. self indulgent fic

Law honestly had no idea what to do in this situation. At all. How does a captain, stuck as the opposite gender, go about asking one of two of his only female crewmates about feminine urges. Feminine urges even as a doctor he could not have fully understood without having the body of a woman.

You seemed like the obvious choice to go to. He's seen you with girls before, right? Women stumbling to your cabin and promptly leaving a mess. Not to mention, leaving him completely dumbstruck and flustered, because how long have you been doing this and how good are you, exactly!?

Normally, he'd tell you off, like any other time he'd catch a crewmate sneaking in strangers for a quick fuck. But he didn't. And he never knew why.

Until now.

He's standing in front of the door to your room, hesitating to knock on the door. It's been a day after the fight and he's still, well, stuck as a woman. He's frustrated. Angry. Embarrassed. What the fuck is happening!?

He lets out a sigh and musters up a solid three knocks. A beat goes, and then your door creaks open. And wow, was there a sight to see. Law, in all his —her— glory, looking down at you with a slight tint of red on her cheeks. She's beautiful, and you hadn't realized until she was right in front of you. Her tattoos look delicate on her skin, her supple chest straining against the white tank top she adorns.

"Captain! Can I help you?" You giggle, batting your eyes. You know she caught you staring. You don't care.

"You fuck women, don't you?" She spits monotonously at you. You nearly double over in laughter. "How forward! Let me take you out to dinner at least!" You smirk, leaning forward.

"Don't act dumb." God, Law's a bitchy girl isn't she? You grab her wrist and lead her into your room. "Okay, yeah. So what." You huff, eyeing your captain.

"I," Law starts, a little embarrassed. "You.. Show me." Your eyes shoot out, and you manage to sputter a 'WHAT!' as you flop on your bed.

"You heard me!" She barks, arms crossed as she advances towards you. "The fuck Law!? You think because you're a woman now that you can be some girl pervert?" You accuse her, pointing a finger into her chest.

"No! I just," She's defeated. There's really not an excuse. Since she's been turned, though, she's felt so frustrated and angry. You can read her like a book.

"Oh."

You smirk, grabbing her wrist and leading her onto your bed. "I'll treat you. Get against my pillows." She complies, still a little embarrassed to be in this situation.

"Could you take off your pants?" She nods, wiggling out of her jeans, which takes some effort. Damn. Your breath hitches as you come face to face with her pussy. "No undies huh?" ... "No shit. My boxers are too big at the moment." She rolls her eyes. Yeah, that's still Law all right.

You bring a finger up to her clit to test how sensitive she is, starting to rub slowly. "How's that feel? You've never felt this before, huh." Law's thighs attempt to close at the feeling of your finger, but you hold them open. "Feels nice." She admits.

You smile, lowering your head to lick a stripe along her slit. You feel her shudder as you put her legs over your shoulders. She looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, already looking absolutely debauched. You dive in, pressing sloppy kisses to her cunt and tracing her hole with your index finger. "Oh, fuck." She groans, clutching the sheets when you slip a finger into her pussy.

"And, I bet it feels really good when I do this, right?" You start to curl your finger inwards, looking for that spongy spot that makes girls squeal. "This is the G-spot, but I'm sure you already knew that." You mumble, diving back into her pussy. You slip another finger in and start to go in and out with the rhythm of your slurping. "Don't you dare stop that." Law barks, groaning at every little touch on that special spot. You mumble a mhmm, which sends vibrations right through her core. "Oh, I'm." She pants, "Something's.. I'm gonna come." You vocalize another approving mumble, giving her a shock of pleasure. You speed up your fingers plunging inside her, and circle your tongue around her clit.

You feel her spasm around your fingers, and are met with a surprise when she drenches your face. You pull away from her pussy and slow down your fingers, gradually bringing her down. "Wow."

"I did not know I would do that." Law admits, still flustered from her orgasm. You sit up to wriggle out of your own pants. "No shit." You crawl over to her, straddling her hips. You reach out an arm to tug on her tank top, signaling that you want it off. She brings it over her torso and you're breathless. You have never really taken a chance to admire Law's tattoos until now. Every intricate line around the curves of her breasts.

You move back a little to bring one of her legs spread to the side, angling your pussy over hers. You look at her through your lashes, a silent gesture to see how she feels. She gives you a slow blink back, giving you the go ahead. You grind down onto her pussy, finding a rhythm as you reach up to fondle one of her tattooed breasts. "Mm, fuck." You moan, picking up pace a bit and alternating angles to rub against her cunt.

You're absolutely taken aback when, in the midst of your grinding, she props herself up onto her elbows to slide her hands under your shirt. "Law!" You moan, still slotting your slits against each other's. She tears off your shirt and latches onto your nipple, swirling her tongue around it as you rut against her insatiably. "I'm," huff "I'm supposed to be treating you!" you spit out, whining when your clit catches along hers. "Mmf." Is all she says back, with those dark lidded eyes.

She bucks her hips up to meet yours, both rutting against each other now in the race for orgasmic bliss. She releases your nipple with a pop, letting out a deep groan. "I'm not gonna make it much longer. You're a damn good fuck." She sighs, grinding up against you. "Me neither!" You moan, leaning forward to pant. She lurches her head towards you, bringing you into a sloppy kiss. Your rutting becomes choppy as you feel yourself coming, moaning into Law's mouth. She follows shortly after, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you slotted against her pussy. "Oh, fuck."

You crawl off of her to head to your bathroom, dampening a cloth with water to clean the two of you up.

But when you come back into your room, you're not met with the nude girl you just fucked. No, you're met with the nude guy you technically just fucked. Your fucking captain. And he's met with one of his crewmates. Post-orgasm clarity hit the two of you hard, apparently.

"So, let's not talk about this again?"

"Yeah. Good idea."

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He Wanted A Taste

summary: Law gives you head,

smut, cunnilingus and vaginal fingering (Y/N receiving), i had fem Law in Mind in this, fem law uses he/him in this, reader they/them, modern au ?

Law’s hand squeezes Y/N’s thigh and rubs it from outer thigh to inner thigh. Y/N giggles sitting up on the bed and places their hand on top of his and moves it higher. “How are you feeling?” They ask through the thick tension.

Law smirks as he removes his hoodie. “Feeling pretty good” A white tank top was under there. The dim lights highlight his arms and reveal tattoos.

“Same-”

At that point, Law places his hand behind Y/N’s head and brings them closer. Licking the lower lip, Law asks if he can kiss them. They nod and bring their lips together quickly.

Law lowers Y/N to lay down on the bed as they makeout. Y/N bottom lip between his teeth slightly pulling them and letting go as they break the kiss.

His hands go to their waist and notice the short top and shorts covering their body. “Let me take those clothes off of you.” They nod. Law slips his hand under their top and slides it off. Licking between their chest to make them squirm, Law then kneads one of their breasts with his hand. His tongue goes over their nipple, then his mouth goes over it to suck on it. Law looks up at Y/N to watch their face as he gives their body the attention it deserves.

After worshiping the top half. He roughly pulls their shorts off eager to taste them. Hooking their legs, to be over his shoulders, he gives their lower lips a long flat lick. Law chuckles hearing the noise Y/N made. Law moves their legs up higher against them using his strength to hold them in place. After a few more licks on their folds, Law tongue circles around their clit to tease then goes into their entrance. He brings his right hand down and uses his thumb to make small circles on their clit. Keeping an eye on Y/N’s body language, he adjusts the pace of his thumb and tongue.

Law lifts his head away when he senses that they are becoming more desperate. Looking at their panting face, Law grins then slips a finger slowly into them. Slowly moves it in and out and picks up the pace. Then Law slips another finger and moves both of them slowly watching Y/N’s movements and face.

He gives them a kiss on their inner thigh then moves his long fingers in and out. Law gives their thighs more kisses going lower until reaching their clit again. Law gives it a lick then starts sucking on it. Law loves watching Y/N react to it. While sucking on it, he gives some flicks to it with his tongue and holds their thighs open as they get close and cum.

Law stops sucking and licks their clit and pumps his fingers slowly to help them ride their climax. He watches their breath slow down and slowly lowers their legs. Law crawls up to see Y/N’s face and kisses their lips once more.

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first smut written uhhh be nice to me , i just missed #her and wrote this 😔

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Song request

inspo- song request by Lee So-ra,

angst, modern au? (idk maybe 2000s-early 2010s), breakup, edit later

Rain pours outside as you sit alone on your living room floor. Cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning appear twice or once an hour. Your tears seem to pour as much as the rain outside. The used tissues were on the ground. You have taken some bites of some food you ordered but you weren’t too hungry. It has been a silent day. First day since you walked out of his life. The soothing sounds of rain make you feel calm. Alone still but not lonely. 

You look at the time and see how late the hour is. Luckily, you had the day off tomorrow as you had today. You work up later that day, maybe at noon, so you aren’t surprised how not tired you are. 

The day has been quiet. No texts, emails, calls or knocks on the door. You haven’t told your friends or family that you and Law aren’t together, yet. What a shame. They really liked him. 

With your phone almost dead and no mp3, you stare at the stereo across the room. You turn it on and turn the dial to the late night radio station.You look up trying not to cry from remembering the nights Law and you just talked and laughed in his car with the radio playing in the background. Your chest feels like it is going in as you remember more intimate moments but you keep listening. You wipe your tears with your arm and listen to the radio host speak.

“Welcome to Request hours! Taking requests from callers right now. If we got it, we’ll play it!” The booming voice of the radio host distracts you a bit from the dull ache in your heart. “We got a caller!” 

“Hey, I'd like to make a request” You exhale deeply as you hear his voice. It sounds tired and deeper like he just got off work but there is a tinge of sadness that you pick up on.

“Sure!” The DJ replies

“Play something sad, going through a break up right now, just need something that fits the mood”

“Sorry to hear about that , breakups are hard. I got the song just for you though”

Your tears fall again as you sniffle. You wish you didn’t turn on the radio if you knew that he was going to speak. Hearing his voice was the last thing you needed. Memories rush through your mind as the song plays. You grab another tissue to wipe your tears as you reminiscence the good and the bad. Laying on the floor the cool floor reminds you to breath and close your eyes.

Some songs have passed until you calmed down. Hoping Law has turned off the radio by now, you pick your phone and dial the station.

“Hey, can you play that first song again?”

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Law is Late

Content/warnings: Reader is gender neutral, modern AU, angst, breaking up

Once again, Law was late for dinner.

You were more than used to it by now, it happened regularly, to the point where it was more unusual for him to be home on time. You'd known what you were getting into when you began to date a doctor, of course you had you weren't a fool. Shifts would be long, he'd often come home and go straight to bed, being called in on days off for emergencies - Law had laid it all out for you. But nowadays it felt like his shifts never ended, as if he were staying at the hospital to avoid you. You'd have talked to him about it if he was ever home long enough to talk.

For months now you'd been feeling neglected. Even when Law was home he was doing research for work, or meal prepping for after shifts, or sleeping, or cleaning, or occasionally spending time with friends. That was on days when he didn't get called in for something. He never seemed to make any time for you, even if you asked. Something was always planned, you never seemed to get there first even if you asked weeks in advance. As if he were avoiding you. You could've meal prepped for him, or cleaned his apartment, or gone with him when he saw his friends. But no compromise was ever found.

Tonight, you'd made his favourite. If you were going to walk away, you were going to do it properly. You'd tell him to his face, and apologise, and explain yourself. But it was four hours past his shift ending, the food was cold, and Law was nowhere to be found. Not even a text to say he'd be late (though, you'd stopped expecting those). So, you wrote a short note and left it on the fridge where you knew he'd see it eventually.

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Lesson Learned

Dom/sub, bratting, brat taming, inappropriate use of devil fruit

Applying balm on your drying hand as you sit in a chair without feet… literally. Organizing papers and putting them into small piles and putting on a paper clip. You can’t believe your dom did this to you.

You tested Law’s patience too many times yesterday. First was watering down his coffee. When Law took a sip of the drink, he made an excuse. “Maybe we are running out of coffee?” He asked Penguin if they needed to restock on some supplies. Out of all of the things listed, coffee wasn’t one of them.

Second offense was being late to do some tasks. You know that he likes his boots polished before 1pm but it was 1:30 pm and boots unpolished. While the rest of the crew didn’t seem to notice when he walked around the ship, he felt bothered and annoyed… really annoyed.

The third strike was when you came in as per scheduled. Boiler suit off, hands on the wall, facing forward as Law inspect you. His right hand travels from your lower back to your neck. Your necklace wasn’t on you. Law’s eyebrows furrowed. He sees you try to be neutral as you terribly try not to smile.

The dots connect and Law smirks. “So you've been acting up, huh?” You nod thinking you know what is next. “Meet me tomorrow at 10 am sharp and don’t be late, Y/N-ya.” You giggle still thinking you know what you deserve tomorrow. However, Law has a different idea. Instead of doing something interesting, he’ll make you do something boring.

You are at his office door at 10 am eager for what he has in store. Law sits you down and puts some cuffs on you. “Room” You look down and see that your feet are missing. Law leans over to your ear and says,“This is a punishment for one, not doing your task correctly and on time, and two, not wearing your necklace.” You shut your eyes as you feel him open the cuffs. You really messed up. Law drops a stack of papers in front of you. Leaning into your ear and licking the shell then rests his head on yours and says “Be good and organize these papers.”

It has been an hour or so since you started. Law sits at his desk with a smirk looking up ever so often. Half the stack done and probably more stacks to do, you think to yourself “Captain is so lame ugh.”

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sheets as soft as rose petals

suggestive, establish relationship?, soft dom Robin (was totally not imagining pre-timeskip robin in this lol) gn reader

Strong hands hold your limbs to keep you on the bed. You look back to see her leaning on the dresser.

“I’m going to have to blindfold you, aren’t I?” A soft blindfold covers your eyes to keep you in the dark.

You feel a dip in the bed when Robin gets on. Her hands rubbing your thighs, ass and most importantly your back. Her thumbs trace your spine firmly. Starting from your neck, a kiss was given. As Robin goes down your back giving kisses to the flesh that conceals your vertebrae, she smiles at how your resolve to stay in place withers at small actions.

Entertained by you, she removes the blindfold to see your eyes beg for more.

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Before Starting a Fire

In Grey Terminal, a fire has started again. Luffy knows Ace was there with him but he lost him. Running around fire, jumping over fire with nowhere to run or hide. Panicking for an exit, Luffy keeps running only to see there is no path to safety. He falls and sees that his arms are covered with bandages. On his knees while getting up, he sees Ace’s figure.

“Ace! You’re alright-” his words quiet down as he sees Ace walking to him. Ace was injured. The boy can see through him. Luffy looks up at Ace’s defeated face then looks back at the pit. A reflection of Luffy is shown. Ace keeps walking forward towards his brother, unresponsive to Luffy’s  words. Luffy gets ready to hug Ace one more time. Ace falls into his arms one last time.

Waking up from his nightmare, Luffy looks at the fire Rayleigh started for that night. It was out. Tears ran down the boy’s face as he processed his grief. 

Fire comes and goes. It starts weak; it is up to people to guide the fire to the purpose they started it for.  However, as it goes on and consumes more of what life has made, it gets stronger.  Whether it dies as fuel runs out or it is snuffed out, it stops. Nonetheless, the food it made, the trees it burned down, the people it kept warm, the people that it hurt, tools that were foraged, or the lives that it took, can’t be unmade or reversed.

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Pervert!Law is actually such a based opinion. like that guys such a freak and he can’t help it, look at him. especially in the more gooner pathetic type. like he’s always excusing himself to go jerk off, cus he saw you shirtless. And he’s always trying to catch glimpses in the shower, or cabins while your getting changed.

Even better alternative though, Laws totally ashamed of it and goes out of his way to avoid looking at you like that. but deadass just can’t help it, it’s in his nature to be perverted. he goes so painfully out of the way that he doesn’t even go near the rest of the crews courters, and refuses to shower with everyone else like the rest of the crew. giving everyone those big boiler suits. but he honest to god just can’t help being a fucking perv. making you bend down and pick stuff up so he can look at your ass, or insisting that you come and sleep with him when it’s cold so he can sneakily rut against you while you sleep.

Until one day you catch him sneaking a peak or you notice his hard on and Law would be so surprised that your cool with it and love how pervy he is.

Bonus points if partner is also very pervy

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Trafalgar law aesthetic

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First Time For Everything - AFAB Reader x FTM Law

NSFW, minors DNI & some spoilers for Law’s backstory

Content: afab reader with no specific pronouns, first time, virginity loss, oral sex, praise, fingering, 69ing, squirting, check-ins, mentions of sex toys & masturbation, mentions of fear of forced sexual assault

Notes* something for one of my personal trans character headcanons. Law is on HRT post top surgery, pre-bottom here so if that makes you uncomfortable in any way, this is your warning to read something else!

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Law clenches at the sheets under him the moment your body makes the mattress dip beside him. He’s been nervous for this for days, and now that it was actually happening, you can see the panic on his face even while he’s squeezing his eyes shut. He’s laid back against his bed, curtains drawn and lights out- but because it’s still daytime and the submarine is above water for once, there’s enough light pouring in for the two of you to be able to see each other’s frames.

“Sweetheart?” You call to him, trying to urge his eyes onto yours. He peeks over, and you shift to sit beside him instead of at the end of the bed. “You can tap out any time. I promise, the minute you say you can’t do it anymore, I will stop.”

He nods because he can’t trust his voice yet, but you wait to hear it out loud. Just to be sure.

The relationship you and Law had built together was built on the trust you two had in each other. First in battle, then as crew mates, and then as lovers. With that trust came the understanding of each other’s boundaries, and Law had very strict boundaries when it came to sexual situations. It didn’t bother you one bit- sex wasn’t something the two of you needed in order to love each other and you had made sure to tell him that. It wasn’t obvious to you at the time, but it lifted a weight off of his shoulders

Some time ago, he had shared with you exactly how much that sentiment had meant to him. He talked about how he had begun to grow up female and how he was lucky to have parents that understood or at least were OK with him exploring when he expressed that he didn’t want to be called a girl anymore, or wear dresses, or have long hair. That he would go by Law, and would express himself as much. Being prepubescent made it easier for him to hide that part of himself, and he was comfortable.

But when he had joined the Donquixote Family and Corazon had found out, there was something in his reaction that scared him. Something about how insistent Cora was about Doflamingo not finding out about this that haunted him for years- and with Cora’s death, he never got the chance to ask (and it wasn’t like he was about to out himself to Doflamingo to find out.)

For years, he had assumed the worst. That if Doflamingo had found out, it wouldn’t be the betrayal that would be Law’s issue. He was terrified of the implications that Doflamingo might have just forced him to do something terrible.

“You must think that’s stupid.” He had said, looking away from you with his hat down to cover his eyes. “To be afraid of something that never happened.”

“Of course I don’t think that’s stupid. It’s a valid fear, one that others I know have had before. Hell, I’ve even been afraid of getting assaulted. It’s hard to grow up as a female.”

He sighed, and you told him you understood why sex seemed like such a big deal to him. One little thing had terrified him for any encounter, and with all the trauma he’s been through, being vulnerable must have felt like being placed in front of his worst fear.

Suffice to say, Law was so appreciative of your patience and kindness. A few days ago, he had come to you in private and asked if the both of you could try, for the first time, to have a sexual encounter. If not sex, just something to try out and get a feel for it.

Now that the time was here- he had scheduled everything, being the type he is -he was trembling and scared, and you could see him trying to push himself into it. You were worried for his well-being, forcing himself into this.

But he finally looks up at you and speaks.

“I want to do this with you.”

So you crawl on top of him, placing yourself in his lap, before leaning down to give him a kiss.

It starts out soft and slow. You’re letting him lead you on this, giving him all the control over every action so that if he gets too uncomfortable to continue, he can easily pull away. But he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip and that comforts you in knowing at least for now, he feels safe with you.

In that moment, the world around you fades away, leaving only the electric connection between you and the enigmatic surgeon. His demeanour softens, and you pull away just slightly to press a kiss to his cheek, and then down towards his neck.

A heavy breath escapes him as you do. You’d only kissed his neck twice before- the first time had caught him off guard and he went as red as ever. It was a sensitive spot, and he liked it, but his battle with his vulnerability had stopped you from doing it too often out of fear of getting him going and then leaving him frustrated. Law tilts his head to the side with a relaxed sigh, letting you continue pressing those gentle kisses down his neck, towards his collarbone.

You lean back a bit, and before you can ask he peels off his shirt for you. You do the same to maintain the equal playing ground you two have going on, and his eyes fall to your chest. It’s not just the first time you’re seeing him undressed- it's his, too.

Your fingers trace over his top surgery scars and his inked skin, and then your hands trail slowly, down, caressing his skin with a feather soft touch. He moans for the first time and his body- more specifically, his hips, twitch at the action. 

“Eager, darling?” You ask him. You’re not trying to tease, but it comes out as such.

“Don’t make fun of me.” He blushes a bit. “Hormone treatment does things to you…”

“Oh?” You tilt your head, your fingertips trailing down his stomach and rubbing circles in his hips.

“What, you want details?” He scoffs, but the look on your face answers that. “Testosterone heightens libido. Or at least, it did in my case…”

“So you’re like…” You pause to try and find the right words and then speak again when you have them, “sexually frustrated?”

Law gives you a look, not appreciating being called out so directly. “... If you want to put it that way.”

“Poor thing. You don’t touch yourself?”

He looks to the ceiling now. He can’t look you in the eyes when he’s answering this. “... I do. Don’t most people?”

“Yeah?” You’ve latched on now, and your mischievous side kicks in while you slide your hands back up his chest and over his nipples. He twitches, and a small noise escapes him as you ask, “How?”

“How?” He looks back at you with a scowl.

“Yeah. I’m curious.”

“How do you?” He shoots back, intending to make you uncomfortable or flustered, but you’re ready to play that game.

“I like my vibrators. Want me to bring them next time so you can try them?” You shrug, as if it’s casual conversation. “Or… Maybe you have your own toys hidden in here somewhere?” 

His jaw drops as if you’d just said something awful, and he shakes his head with a twinge of guilt in his eyes.

“Just take my damn pants off and shut up!” He’s red to his ears now, but with his consent you shimmy off of his lap to do just that, and to take yours off as well before lying down on your stomach, between his legs.

You want to make a comment on how wet he is, based solely off the growing wetness that’s so evident on his briefs. but you figure you’ve teased him enough, and you don’t want to lose the moment with him. You hand hovers over the fabric, and you glance up at him for approval. The look in his eyes is delicious. A mix between lustful desperation and nervous anticipation, and he bites his lip before nodding for you to continue. Over the fabric, you start to rub your thumb at his clit.

He gasps and his head falls back against his pillows. The second you catch his eyes close you stop and pull your hand away.

“Law, hey.” You call to him. After a moment of silence and him just breathing, his gaze returns to you. “Are we good? Do you remember the colour system?”

“I’m OK.” He breathes. “Oh. Green. Please, keep going.”

You hold the eye contact for a moment more to be sure. Then you return the pressure to his clit and watch his face twist in pleasure. He lets out a soft moan and his hips buck upwards into your hand, so you start to quicken pace.

“Sweetheart,” you call to him again, “can I take these off?”

He nods almost immediately, but whines at the lack of contact when you pull away to do that. His underwear come off, and then the rest of your clothes go as well, and before you can go back to your task, Law sits up.

“I want to do something for you, too.” He mumbles. You were fully ready to service him today, but you weren’t going to turn away the returned affection.

“You got something in mind?” You cup his cheek, keeping his gaze on you. “Tell me.”

He looks you dead in the eyes, still just as red as before. “Sit on my face.”

“Oh.” 

Your reaction comes before you can even register the words, but then you break into a smile at his bluntness and nod. “OK.”

There’s an awkward moment while the two of you get into position. He guides your hips while you adjust yourself where you can lie across him and still reach to pleasure him as well. 

“Just. Make sure you stop me if it’s too much.” You remind him. You gasp a second later, feeling the wet, warm swipe of his tongue across your slit.

Your body reacts with a violent shudder. He doesn’t even bother giving you a moment before he’s exploring every inch of you with his tongue. The pleasure almost clouds your judgment and keeps you from remembering that Law’s wet pussy is right in front of you and waiting. Almost.

You take a moment to admire him- he cleaned up for this. He’s not completely bare, but he shaved down and you wonder if he does that often or if it was intentionally done for this special occasion. He’s got some significant bottom growth too- his clit twitches when you touch it, and Law’s quick moan vibrates against your core, which only urges you on further. You can’t fully see his hole from where you’re at, but smoothing your hand down the inside of his thigh to it proves just how turned on he is because there is no part of him that isn’t covered in his own slick.

He moans again when your fingers rub against his entrance and his hips buck up again, encouraging you wordlessly to continue. Two of your fingers push into him easily.

“Aaah!” Law moans into you. It’s hot the way his breath feels against you. 

You curl your fingers and he does it again, which is just heavenly. You can’t help your own moans from escaping the more he does it- and the quicker you finger him, the more frequent it becomes.

Your mouth latches onto his clit. You’re close, and the way he’s holding your hips secure so you can’t buck back into his face makes you want to bring him to the same level. He writhes under you, overtaken by the pleasure; your tongue caressing him in all the right places, your fingers hitting a spot that keeps making him gush more and more and god is it hot to see him losing control like this- this usually stoic, stone cold guy that’s been reduced to a wet mess against your fingers and keeps whining as he eats you out.

With the pure pleasure you two are gifting each other, it doesn’t take much longer for the both of you to cum for each other.

His mouth stays on you just as long as your fingers stay stroking him past orgasm, riding it out as long as you both can- until you both can’t take it anymore. You resist collapsing on him somehow and instead, with shaky knees, manage to flip yourself upright to lie down right beside Law. Still panting, the both of you share a kiss- tasting yourselves on the other before you have to draw back to breathe.

Your hand goes to Law’s hair to swipe the dark, damp locks out of his eyes. “You did so good for me, Law.”

He doesn’t know how to respond, so he pulls you to his chest and holds you tight.

“We have to do that again.”

“What, like, now?” You blink.

“No!” He reacts too loudly and too quickly at first. “Just… Sometime. That went much better than I thought.”

“I’m glad you liked it, Law. Really. Sex still isn’t a necessity, but I’m happy that you are starting to feel more comfortable with it. I’m really proud of you.” 

He smiles at you, presses a kiss to your forehead, and his eyes slip shut. “I’m exhausted…”

“Me too. Just sleep here, the crew will be able to handle you not being around for a bit.” 

He starts to relax into you. You cling to him as well, and smirk against his chest.

“I’ll peg you next time, if you’re up for it. I wanna see if I can make you squirt like that again.”

“Go to sleep.” Law responds almost immediately, holding you tighter as if it will squeeze the dirty thoughts out of you before you fall asleep there, still naked, and together.

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Law with comp sci nerd reader/ learning how to code

When you first join the crew, he’ll pretend his not interested but always comes around to “check” your after work hobbies

He doesn’t know anything,  he is just a nerd who wants to look lol

Loves when you explain to him, even if he doesn’t know anything it is just so cool to him

Asks you if you can make robots

Looks a bit disappointed if you mostly work on software

But he lights back up when you explain the differences between hardware and software

Asks you if you can teach him how to program

But first teach him how to type , it's going to be painful watching him type with his two index fingers

His typing speed is probably like 30 per min 

(You can buy him a typewriter for his studies and he’ll still take handwritten notes.)

Likes the sound of keyboard typing

He is so proud of himself after learning “hello world”

he's good at syntax and formatting 

If he is stuck on something, he rather try to solve it himself even if it takes him hours

After those attempts, he gives up and asks for help feeling defeated 

Most of the programs made are probably just to make any calculations easier

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Domestic Law headcanons

Modern AU he is still a doctor (idk maybe he is has a small clinic

...

He does most of the yard work. He does it while wearing a tank top and pants. He takes off his shirt while mowing the lawn if he knows you’re looking, if you have a garden, he’ll listen to your instructions on what to do. I honestly think that he doesn’t have much of a green thumb but great at tree maintenance and weed control

He is the one in charge of buying or cutting flowers, removing the thorns, trimming the stem diagonal, pouring water, putting them in the vase

Also does most of the house maintenance if it is something that just is simple like clearing the gutters and downspouts, checking alarms and detectors, cleaning air vents, etc.

Anything else he can’t do, he just knows someone that can fix it

He can cook but it is just basic food

Has nice pots and pans

The plates, cups and bowls are nice and simple

He can follow the instruction when baking but forgets to “fold” something into the mixture instead of stirring Or he just doesn't know what soft , firm, stiff peaks are

Doesn't have any pets of his own but likes them

I think the two main themes in his preference for interior design/home decor is cool tone, minimal, natural lighting or cozy , warm , ambient lighting,

Decor and furniture is very curated

Has minimal smart appliances

Hates appliance shopping , he isn't impressed with how much features, he just Wants something that works

The house doesn't smell like anything other than plant, earth, wood, books

Not really a fan of scented candles, he might light one up while he reads but rarely

Likes furniture and is very much a “they don't make things like they used too”

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Law would never understand eating a sandwich with chips on the side after swimming

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Hey, Law... (FEM! Law x FEM! Reader)

Pov: You decide to begin your journey as a pirate which ends up making you meet quite an interesting girl... You don't think much of it until fate drags you back on the same path...

This is written as if it was a sort of letter directed towards Law mixed with some flashbacks.

I just watched Nana and got inspired to write this lol, hope you guys like it!

This fic will have a part two!

Warning: Sort of spoilers for Nana and One piece, curse words, a bit of ooc Law(?)

Hey, Law... Do you remember how we first met? I wouldn't be surprised if you had forgotten by now... It happened a while ago yet I still remember it as bright as day...

I remember I had just begun my journey as a pirate, I began at a place where not many people would say it's a good start since for many it's a middle point yet there I was... Besides if I had grown on the grand line I might as well start there right...? I was walking around looking for some supplies and other things that might help me out on my new journey since I didn't have much of a clue on how to start, at the time I didn't know but you were also there together with some significant faces I would get to meet later on...

"Excuse me but where can I find a library?" I asked one of the locals for directions, a library was a good start since in there I could find some maps and books of the grand line and new world if I was lucky enough. The small old man pointed towards the main train of Shabondy and I smiled softly at him muttering a quick thank you before heading off towards the train.

I waited in the station for it to arrive with a bit of impatience, I looked around trying to understand the people that surrounded me and immediately found you... A rather tall girl that seemed to be in her own world, you didn't even look back at me you just kept on silently waiting for the train just like me. I couldn't help but stare in that moment, you were pretty attractive and mysterious... It got my curiosity peaking that I didn't even notice that you had turned to look at me with a slight frown.

"Uh... Do you need anything?" Your voice caught me by surprise, it was nothing like what I had imagined you had a low husky voice that matched perfectly with your style. I blushed immediately and shook two apologetic hands in front of me.

"Oh gosh no sorry about staring..." I felt so dumb in that moment, yet all you did was let out a soft chuckle.

"No need to apologize."

"No really! I shouldn't have" I tried to make quick excuse, after all I was a tad bit ashamed of myself in that moment. "It's just... You're pretty dashing have they ever told you that?"

"I'm sorry" you answered quickly not even looking back at me "But I'm not into woman..."

My eyes widened at your comment, it was unexpected yet it didn't make me uncomfortable much rather I laughed taking you by surprise although I didn't quite notice.

"Why would you assume I was going that way??"

"And why are you laughing...?!" Your voice sounded so confused yet somewhat relieved as you spoke, where you happy I didn't see you that way at the start? I had no clue yet I was enjoying that interaction way too much to actually ponder deeper into your reactions.

I stopped laughing as soon as the train arrived, both of us made our way onto the train almost side by side. I checked my ticket for my seat and started walking towards it not noticing that you had not left my side at all... I looked over at my side as soon as I arrived to my seat finding myself with your dark greyish eyes. I flinched a bit yet I managed to smile in a sort of friendly yet teasing manner.

"Didn't you say you weren't into woman...?" I spoke with a bit of a playful smirk yet your expression didn't waver at all.

"My seat is next to yours..." You answered bluntly as you pointed to what was your seat on the train. My eyes followed your finger until your seat with a bit of shock, I immediately smiled as I turned to look at you.

"Ah, that means we'll be sitting together!"

"I suppose so..." Your voice lowered a bit much to the excitement of mine. I immediately made my way over to the side so that you could enter your seat before I took my own.

The trip wasn't exactly meant to last long but almost as if destiny had wanted for us two to keep at each others path there had been a lot of issues that dragged the trip on. We didn't specifically started off as chatty, you were cold and analytical, every interaction you partaked in was measured to a degree, but I didn't know that at the time... All I knew was that I was curious about you and your mysterious nature that seemed so drawn away from me at that point.

I took it upon me to start chatting with you although it wasn't hard for a conversation to start... If anything you started it, I don't know if you remember that...

"It seems the train is facing some issues..."

"Pardon?" I didn't want to admit it in that moment but I was so drawn by you that I didn't even hear you the first time, luckily you didn't take it the wrong way at all.

"We haven't moved..." You spoke gently as you looked out the window, I followed your eyesight confirming what you had said previously. We hadn't moved much since the main station which was unusual considering where we were. I couldn't help but pout a bit.

"Eh... Guess you're right..." I sighed softly and let myself lean back on my seat, you looked over at me with curiosity in your eyes.

"You were rushing somewhere...?"

"Hm?" I looked over at you with wonder. I smiled softly. "Oh, no... I just was a bit impatient to begin my journey I didn't believe I would start off so badly..."

I remember how you tilted your head to the side with a questioning gaze, almost a tad bit judgemental if I say so myself. "Your journey...?"

I nodded with a proud smile on my lips. "Yeah, I'm going to become a pirate and have great adventures, maybe make some friends too!"

I didn't know what you were thinking in that moment, you probably were shocked by the fact I didn't recognize you and just out loud said that I wanted to be a pirate in front of what at that point was one of the members of what was known as 'the worst generation' but yet... You hummed softly, a soft smile gracing your lips.

"A pirate...?"

"Mhm!"

"Don't you think that's a bit of a violent path for someone like you?"

"Hmph, it's only violent if you decide it as such..." I hugged my bag with a bit of a frown "I don't need to harm people or kill them... I just need to explore and learn a long the way in my own terms..."

The way you laughed at my small comment made my heart turn ablaze... It wasn't because it was unusual to hear you laugh but much rather because it...was your lips and mouth the one producing it. Although you were laughing at me I didn't mind, I just enjoyed being with you and making you smile... I thought it was normal at the time but I was so wrong... I wish I had realized that sooner...

I still don't know whether it was because of your company or because of the ambiance but I hadn't even realized at the time how long the trip had dragged on for... I just felt so comfortable chatting with you, you would listen to me yapping on and on about my dreams and the different people I had met with a soft smile on your lips, those rosy characteristic lips that spilled magic every time they opened... You were, still are, so straight forward with what you liked and what you wanted which was rare for someone like me who always switched from one thing to another...

"I just want to aid as many people as I can..." You said ever so softly, the characteristic sound of the can of beer opening interrupting your words with a soft tsk. I looked over at you from the top of my can of beer as I took a sip out of it, your words sounded so heroic... I didn't know who you were at that point for me you were just a stranger that had somehow up put with my shit and even willingly told me about your own shit.

I gulped down the sip I had been taking before gently smiling at you. "That sounds like a good reason to travel..."

"you think?"

"Yeah!" I beamed "I wouldn't be capable of doing it for one... So I really admire that about you!"

Your smile at that moment is still implanted in my mind, it was sort of... Bittersweet, almost as if you had remembered something or... someone, I'm still not sure who or what it was... Hey, Law, have you ever thought of telling me...? The mystery that held your brave, broken heart in chains...? The past that made you whither like a beautiful rose...? It didn't seem like it at the time but I'm not mad about it... Much rather it makes me admire you more.

It wasn't long before the train finally reached what, as funny as destiny is, was our destination... We, together with other passengers, got off our seats and onto the exit. I didn't want to end our meeting there yet I didn't even know if you felt the same

"Why bother...?" Was what I thought to myself as I got my bag and headed to the exit of the train together with you, you didn't even take any bag out, only your giant sword which you told me was named Kikoku. It struck me as odd yet I didn't think much of it... It was rather cute how you hugged that sword constantly.

We both stepped out of the train, I was about to say goodbye to you when I suddenly noticed two guys and a Polar bear walking up to you, you turned your back on me that time and headed over towards them.

"Captain!" One of the guys with an orca hat yelled out before saluting you.

"Captain...?" I tilted my head to the side as I watched the scene play out, both the Polar bear and the other guy with a penguin hat followed the orca guy in saluting you. You didn't even budge.

"Everything is ready to head to the Auction house!" The Polar bear yelled out.

"Perfect then let's get going..."

"Aye aye Captain!"

I was taken aback by the scene in front of me... My mind didn't fully processed what had happened until I saw our surroundings... Everyone was looking at you with fear in their eyes, some even wanted to pounce on you but didn't budge due to their will to live.

Hey, Law...

When were you going to tell me you were a pirate...?

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(Modernish op au??? (idk much about that type of technology but also the tech in op seems everywhere so could be canonical ))

I headcanon Law as someone who collects old/outdated medical tools and his most prized possession is probably an old outdated cobalt radiation machine

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Super specific late night headcanon:

I was thinking about if the Polar Tang was nuclear powered and that Law would probably help the crew dispose nuclear waste to just avoid problems from transporting it.

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Widower

Angst (?) Gn reader, no "Y/N" also, Y/N is dead 💀 will edit later

One side of the bed is warm, the other side cold. Law reaches out to them subconsciously to hold them at this time. Usually, this is the coldest part of the night and the time they hold each other close. However, the forgotten feeling of cold cold skin opens his eyes.

Automatically he checks their pulse…nothing. He runs to his office and grabs a penlight and checks their eyes… nothing. They are dead.

He can't grasp on how he lost someone he loves and seemingly without cause. There were no warning signs. They seemed fine until he woke up. He can't rationalize how he lost someone under his care, watching them, under his controlled environment.

He knows that an autopsy would need to be done but he can't bare to examine them at the moment and see what he missed that led to their death. Although, the soul has left the body, he hopes they could forgive him for desecrating their body with cuts and stitching while taking samples for future studies.

While he paces down the hall, contemplating, he steps on a spider from the last island the ship docked at.