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and i think that’s what a father is — a blade that never stops cutting.

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Hello my friend, I just came across your account so I wanted to say that I love your art, stories and everything! I also wanted to know if you are doing any type of requests or anything? 🎄✨🎄✨

🥺 Oh my gosh, thank you. I don't even do that much, you're making me blush 💕

Yes I decided to take requests, link is in the materialist.

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had to get this one out off my system so i can actually work

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curls curls curls! 💕

get your curly hair brushes here! use code AEPOYI for 10% off ✨

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Crocodad posting

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No, I don't like the theory that crocodile is his mother, but I do, however, find this adorable.

Baby's first snow

The prompt for today was "Crocodile showing baby Luffy snow for the first time"!

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I watched 300 episodes of One Piece 😮‍💨

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Crocodile from the latest one piece academy chapters.

As a dazwani fan it kinda hurts to see that Daz wasn’t the one to patch him up but Law’s a doctor so I guess he’s the more appropriate man for the job.

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As it says in my ask, I'll give these requests a try because why not, haven't written anything in a while.

REQUEST GUIDELINES

FANDOMS

Obey Me

MHA

Naruto

Demon Slayer

I might give One Piece a shot (I'm nearly at the end of season 4)

DOs: Fluff, angst, family, modern AU, AU fics , drinking, smoking, light drug use

MAYBEs: Kinks, cheating, pegging, poly, mental illness, hard drugs, violence/death, smut (this one is a toughie because I have written a couple smut fics and I feel like they suck because my anxiety, laziness, and the horniness in my mind made me rush then a little. Just go straight to the sex and be done with it! Damnit, it wasn't long enough 😩. And I've also written fics where sex was either implied or it was built up, allowing the reader to use their imagination and those just came out better)

DON'Ts: Yandere, same sex (unless platonic), futanari, rxpe

Just know that I age everyone up to 20, even if they are 19, that's just how I am.

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I'm not sure if I'm into Kidd like that but 😤

Hi hello yes uh-huh

I saw your requests are open (I haven't been on Tumblr for three months 😭😭)

And I love the works!

May I request a law and Kidd x reader (separate) to react to seeing their s/o's (always covered) body since there's all scratches and scars all over and they feel self-conscious about?

( I have a still fading scar on my thigh when I fell in a hole and a metal bar dug itself on it. So I guess that's my take lol)

A/N: I have a scar that I’m a little self conscious of so this was very cathartic for me to write!!! (Also I know Kidd has a scar kink you cannot convince me otherwise)

Characters: gn reader x Law, Kidd

Cw: This is very borderline NSFW, So read at your own risk.

Total word count: 1.2k

Beauty Scars

Law

Law’s hand slipped under your shirt and gave it a tug. 

“Law, wait,” You pulled away from his lips, grabbing his hand to stop him from pulling it up further. 

“I want to see you,” he murmured, leaning into your lips again. 

You pulled away from his advances and he freezed. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his eyes averting away from you.

“It’s fine, really.” You could feel your face warming with embarrassment. 

“No, it’s not.” His hand ran through his hair, and you could see he was distressed at the thought of you being uncomfortable. “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.”

You grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses. Law tended to get a little carried away when the two of you were alone, but he always took your nonverbal cues and stopped whenever you were tense. 

“I’m fine,” you assured him. “I really am. I’m just a little self conscious of my body, that’s all.”

His eyes locked with yours. “You’re perfect, I assure you.”

You smiled slightly at his comment. He hadn’t seen the scars on your body yet, and a piece of you was afraid of what his reaction would be when he saw them. You knew he wouldn’t stop loving you, but it would hurt to see him grimace at your body. You hated it enough as it was, you didn’t need another reminder of its imperfections.

Still, you wanted to get it over with sooner than later. Your fingers gripped the bottom of your shirt, and you slowly pulled it up. You closed your eyes to avoid seeing his initial reaction, but you heard him gasp in surprise. You tossed your shirt aside and opened your eyes, finally risking a peek to see his reaction. 

His eyes examined you, taking in the view of your exposed body. After a few moments, he glanced up to meet your gaze. 

You suddenly found yourself feeling very uneasy, and your arms wrapped around your torso, trying to hide. 

“Fuck,” he whispered softly, eyes moving back down your body. “You are beautiful.”

Your cheek burned. You were not expecting that reaction from him. He grabbed your hands, gently prying them away from your midsection and intertwining his fingers with yours so he could have a full view of you again. He leaned into you, kissing your lips slow and soft, before moving down to your neck.

He covered your shoulders in kisses, and when his lips reached one of your scars, you gasped at the contact.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He pulled back, his eyes scanning your face.

“I’m fine,” you assured him. “I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought…” You trailed off, not wanting to say any more.

But Law never lets you get away with things that easily. “Tell me,” he urged. He pressed his forehead against your own, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. 

“I thought you’d find them off putting,” you admitted, your eyes cast downward in humiliation. “I thought you'd hate them.”

You can feel his brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would I hate them?”

“Because I do.” You had never said it out loud before, not to another person. Most people didn’t even know your body was riddled with scars. You always wore long clothes and avoided changing in front of people to avoid the stares and the questions. 

You could hear Law sigh sadly at your comment, and you felt him squeeze your hands in reassurance. He bent down and softly kissed the first scar he could find. And another, and then another. 

“Your scars are proof that you’re alive, y/n-ya. They’re proof that you’ve lived, and you’ve struggled, and you’ve overcome it all.”

He leaned back up, kissing you once on the forehead before meeting your eyes again. “How on earth could I hate such beauty?”

Kidd

“Fuck!” you shouted, coffee spilling down your shirt. The crew erupted into laughter, and you smiled along with them at your clumsy mistake. “Be right back.”

You got up from your seat and ran back to your room to change. Once inside, you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, looking through your drawers for a new outfit. 

“Holy fuck,” a deep voice came from the doorway, and you let out a yelp of surprise. You turn, finding your captain standing in the doorway. He’s smirking at you, eyes raking over your body. 

“Captain! I…” Your voice falters as he steps over to you, staring hungrily at your body. You shy away from him, but he pulls you in close, his fingers tracing over your shoulders and down your arms. 

“I didn’t know you had these.” His gaze follows the trail that his hands have created down your torso. 

“I know,” you say, ashamed by how intensely he was staring at you. “Its-”

“So fucking hot,” he growled. As you watched him, you could see he was holding back, trying to refrain from pouncing on you right here and now. He still hadn’t made eye contact with you. He was completely transfixed on your body.

“Hot?”

He grabbed your hand and pulled it up to his lips, kissing the scars that littered your arms. “Do you remember the stories of how you got them?”

Your mouth falls open, shocked by his reaction to something you spent years loathing. Your eyes begin to water, overwhelmed with your lover’s reaction. You wished you could love yourself as much as he loved you. 

His thumb ran over a scar on your forearm, his lips following closely behind. “This one. How’d you get it?”

“I don’t remember,” you admit. “I have so many all over, it’s hard to keep track.”

He looked at you, mischief in his eyes. “All over, huh?”

You started to object, but before you can get any words out, his lips are smashing into yours. His hands trail down your torso and hover at the waistband of your pants, waiting for you to approve of his venture. 

You hesitate for a moment, and then your fingers join his, tugging your jeans down past your waist. His lips leave yours as he lowers to pull your pants down, letting them lay around your ankles. He is eye level with your thighs now, and you can hear him grunt as he discovers new scars of all sizes down your legs. 

His hands wrap around your thighs, and he pulls your legs to meet his lips. His tongue dances across your inner thighs, flicking lightly over the raised skin and scar tissue from a wound that happened years ago. 

You gasp, throwing your hands into his hair to steady yourself as you grind against his face. He doesn’t seem fazed, and you can feel him smile at your eagerness. “I can’t wait to explore your body,” he mumbled against your skin, kissing your tender flesh passionately. “I can’t wait to explore you.”

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I love these. I have to remind myself to use these methods when I have my moments with anxiety. 😖

Hey! If it’s alright do you think you can reader having a panic attack/disassociating (whichever one you chose) and how sanji, zoro, luffy and law would try and help you? I’d really appreciate it sm🥰

Panic Attacks

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law

Cw: reader having panic attacks 

Total word count: 680

Sanji

He holds you in his lap, whispering words of affirmations in your ears. 

He reminds you how much you’re loved, how important you are, and all the things he loves about you. 

He rubs your arms and holds your hands, physically grounding you to him and to the world around you. 

He’ll find things for you to do to keep your mind off of it. Even if you just sit with him while he cooks. He’ll have you measure ingredients or chop things, keeping your brain occupied but still allowing you to rest if you need it. 

If you don’t want to be in the kitchen, he’ll take the afternoon off and curl up with you or do whatever you want. 

He’ll prepare an electrolyte heavy drink, put it in the fanciest glass with the silliest straw he has, trying to keep you hydrated and energized. 

Zoro

Zoro isn’t very good at comforting or talking in the moment. It’s something he really hates about himself - he always feels like he isn’t there for you when you need him. 

He tries, though. He asks Chopper for advice after your first really bad panic attack, and Chopper gives him some pointers. 

When the next one happens, the only one he can remember is the guided breathing one. He tries his best, he really does. But he’s flustered trying to remember everything and he ends up totally botching it. He does end up making you laugh though, and that helps you focus on him rather than whatever has triggered you, so he kind of helped in his own way

He gets better with the breathing method, helping you keep even steady breaths and counting to five. He ends up having to do them with you because he's freaking out too. 

Both of you go to a quiet place and he tells you stories as you lay your head in his lap and slip in and out of sleep. 

Luffy

He sees the panic start in your eyes, and as he watches your face fall, he instantly springs into action. 

He holds your face and pushes his face close to yours, so he’s the only thing you can see. He breathes with you and just stares at you until you can talk. His face is so close it demands your attention, which is his goal.

“Focus on me,” he says softly but firmly, forcing you into the moment. “Talk to me.” 

He asks you to tell him your favorite memory of the week. He tells you his (it always involves food). 

He asks you about what island you think you’ll land at next, forcing you to look to the future instead of the past. 

Once you’ve calmed down some more, he lays with you on the deck and holds your hand, both of you looking at the clouds and pointing out animals or objects and making stories out of them. 

Law

100% methodical in his tactic. He makes you do the 5,4,3,2,1 method. It works best for him and he can tell that it helps ground you. 

He’ll hold you in his arms (if you want to be held). He lets you lead how much touch you want.

“Five things you can see?” “Four things you can hear?” “Three things you can touch?” “Two things you can smell?” “One thing you can taste?”

He remembers all your answers, and makes sure you switch it up so you don’t get in the habit of answering the same thing every time. Sometimes he switches up the amount of things each sense has. He makes sure you're actually present in the moment. 

He knows how exhausting panic attacks are, so he tucks you into bed and gets you water to drink before you doze off. 

He always offers to lay with you if you want his company. If you don’t, he stations himself outside your door to make sure nobody else bothers you. 

He learns to gauge how long you rest after a panic attack, and he only leaves your side to go prepare some food so you can have something light to eat when you wake up. 

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I want to touch you!!!!!!!!❤️‍🔥

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I HATE WHEN PEOPLE WRITE THINGS LIKE “You tied your long, straight hair into a ponytail” bro I am BLACK I DO NOT HAVE STRAIGHT HAIR!!! AND ALSO “Your face turned as red as a strawberry/tomato” once again I am BLACK. LEAVE US BLACK READERS ALONEEEEEE!!!

Also make more Sun God Nika/Gear 5 Luffy x Reader. I love that guy

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Girl, you tryna kill me. 😩

Hand study Ft Law (I cant post the dirty version on here so..)

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Law the Tattoo Artist giving me a tattoo🥱😵‍💫

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I love this! 🥺

The reader's first time with Law?

How Losing Your Virginity to Law Would Be Like(NSFW/FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Vanila Smut, Law is awkward, I tried my best to match his character so forgive me if it’s not accurate.

Allowing Law, a long time friend of yours since childhood to be the one to take something so sacred to you. And choosing him was something he didn’t take lightly.

The conversation was awkward, you both had feelings towards each other but never acted upon them due to the fact that he didn’t seem like the type to want to be in a relationship.

“Losing your virginity to me doesn’t seem horrible to you? Because it is.”

In the back of his mind though, he was malfunctioning, he’s not the most traditional guy, but he did become celibate awaiting for his future wife.

He can’t even remember the last time he had sex and here you are. Beautiful and doe eye’d as ever offering yourself to him because you wanted to rid it to someone you trusted.

Sure he could have just said “no” and sent you on your way, but

Something wanted it to.

He’s a man. He has needs. And he’ll never admit it to you, but on his loneliness and horniest nights. He thinks of you.

He thinks of your pretty perfume, your body, your eyes, your smile, your laugh.

Your possible scent when his nose is landed right above your clit as you sit on him, your thighs jiggling as you are under him, the tears that prickle right when you’ve had enough and are abou to c—

He has thought about you in more ways than one to say the least.

Law doesn’t say yes to you at first, he waits a while. A few weeks even, but if you’re patient for him then you are truly a special girl, because once you tell him you waited he damn near explodes in his mind.

So. Here you are. On your back, fingers running through your captain’s thick scalp of his unkept hair, his lips transfer from sucking and nibbling on your breast and collarbone to your soft plump lips, his already stained with the nude gloss you wore on your date with him.

He of course had to take you out. You deserved it, you both had what normal people would call a “date”, but Law called it an off day between you both. He treated you like a princess, even took your hand a few times.

“Law..” You hummed out of your lips, he finally met the sweet spot on your neck, you felt the tent in his pants bump into your crotch with each subtle grind he gave as he kept his lips attached to your skin.

You felt so smooth to him, his tatted tanned fingers couldn’t stop rubbing up and down your body.

“May I take these off?” His breathing is heavy, index and middle finger looping into your panties to gently pull, he’d be a liar to admit when he seen the way your thighs jiggled when he placed you on your back turned him on so embarrassingly quick.

“Yes, please.” You lifted your hips, and watched him gaze at how your underwear slowly tore away from your skin, he did a small gasp finally seeing all of you “Everything okay?”

“What?—oh! Yes yes you’re fine…you’re..” his touch was so delicate, he treated your body like fragile glass kissing your inners thighs with caution.

You were in awe with your captain, his stoic demeanor now diminished , but his eyes are now softer, his cheeks won’t stop being pink each time he sees you twitch, moan, or otherwise.

He started with slow kitten licks, trying to hide the fact that he never actually went down on a woman so he is careful not to use teeth if anything, your hips buck into his mouth by natural reaction and he immediately latches to your clit.

“Oh!” You moan, hands thrown to his head. This was a new feeling! His beard tickled you a little the same way his sideburns tickles your thighs as you squeeze him in.

You tasted fantastic cumming into his mouth like the good girl you were.

Law finally begins to free himself. He’s a nervous wreck, mouth shinny from your slick, hair frazzled from your grabs and rubs, and constant clearing of the throat and he anxiously takes off his bottoms.

“Wow..” you say in your head. Almost like he read your mind he smirks at you reaction, there’s a little ego boost for him as he puts on the condom in front of you.

He crawls to you slowly not looking away from your eyes, it was almost like he was telling you to lay back and you did as such, throwing the blanket over you both, you’re caged between his arms, finally your nervousness began to show.

“Hey..” he softly holds your cheek, “Just….yell stop if it’s too much.”

He gives you one last reassurance kiss on the lips, it was so slow, gentle and soft. Looking down he slowly inches inside you, immediately seeing the contort in your face.

“Look at me, okay?” Law’s voice is lower, but you can hear the worry in the back of his throat, he doesn’t stop pressing inside you, looking at you and giving more kisses of the face to soothe the sharp sting.

“A-ah!” Your back arches and Law immediately places his arm under you for support, looking down at the small bloody mess in between you both.

When he finally bottoms out he is still making sure you give him the okay.

Once he does, he goes at a decent pace. Not wanting to hurt you anymore than you already are, but once you beg and plead for more you begin to finally hear more than just skin slapping and heavy breathing.

You sounded gorgeous in his ear, his hand creeps to meet yours , your stiff legs have loosened and are wrapped around his waist, it was a painful pleasure for you and you were so grateful Law was the one to give it to you.

“I’m..so…i’m not ganna last…ah..Y/N!”

Neither do you, it felt indescribable, Law’s kisses became needy, rocking you both back and fourth in the creaky bed for a riding out the orgasm.

After sex the tatted pirate is nothing, but a talking mess. Asking if it felt okay, as he cleans you and tosses the condom, letting you know how good you were as he washes you up, telling you the importance of safe sex as he holds you to sleep on his chest.

Law just hopes he made it memorable for you, that’s all.

And maybe.

He can continue to make more memories with you.

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How dare they call her kid a monster