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This might be a little freak but zoro and law (you can throw Luffy in there but I wasn't sure) with a bondage kink please?

okay, okay, okay. first, nothing is too freaky in this household. second, YEAS! OMG GREAT IDEA. third of all, i'm gonna throw everyone in for the sake of it.

✿thinkin' bout: luffy, zoro, sanji, ace n' law! vs. tied up, oh no!

NOT PROOFREAD. JUST OMGGG I LOVE THESE MEN. cw: nsfw includes: bondage [obviously], a lot of overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, masturbation, using of toys, edging and denial, slight knife-kink [in law's], semi-public and slight voyeurism [in sanji's], loads of bondage, again [obviously.] MDNI. GO STUDY, GIRL. m.list

🍒monkey d. luffy: untamed beast!

❤️okay see, first of all, it was your fault you ever suggested this arrangement.

you were the fool that said, "hey, luff wanna try something new?" with that sadistic glint in your eyes; a fool that didn't yet know what was to come.

now, that something 'new' was you tied onto your bed. your arms burned at the slight stretch, throat parched and straining with breathy moans, toes involuntarily clenching as you tried to wriggle your way out of this overstimulated mess. because monkey d. luffy was relentless seeing your sprawled open like this.

his tongue peeked out, sultry muscle lapping up the sweet beads of your residue on his lips. his eyes was a clouded with lust, heavy-lidded as he met your gaze. your spent figure still jittered with aftershocks, courtesy of your nth orgasm at your boyfriend's cruel tongue.

"l-luffy," your lips wobbled pathetically, the bed-frame rattling ever so softly under your attempts to break free, "no... no more, please."

and maybe luffy did feel sorry for the mess he had made of you — all weak limbs and broken whines — because his eyes softened, lips pressed into a thin line as he pulled himself from his position at your overflowing core.

the back of his hand met his lips, smearing the mess against his lips rather than cleaning it up. "too much?" he asked, and you nodded, relieved.

because, of course, you knew that your captain was benevolent and merciful, your captain was a sweetheart who even let his enemies go when he had had his fun, your captain was— wait... he was hovering over you like he was ready to devour you.

"l-luffy?" your breath hitched and he shushed you, an easy smile plastered onto his rosy, kiss-bitten lips, "don' worry, peach. i won't break ya."

"wh-what?" your biceps flexed, a weak attempt to run away from the man above, from the man that had swore his life on your ruination. but luffy just grinned, hooking his index under your jaw to take a closer look at your disheveled state.

you shook your head, "luff, 'm t-tired. i—" his index finger swiped against your plush bottom lip, and your words melted against his digits. as he slipped his index past your lips, he shushed you, "don'tcha worry now."

once thorough with his examination, once re-assured that your eyes were brimmed with unresolved tears, your lips were trembling and your cunt was fluttering with unyielding anticipation, monkey d. luffy pulled his wet fingers out of your lips just to pull your cheeks into a pout. laughing at your expression, at your wide eyes, he rasped, "c'mon, baby. i'll take care of you and this pretty, little pussy."

oh no.

🍀roronoa zoro: accidental discoveries!

💚roronoa zoro was a teeny-tiny bit slow. he was sure of it. because after being with you for years, how did he just now discover this sight?

your back was against the wooden backrest of the creaking chair in zoro's room. your arms hanging free over the arm-rest, and your thighs wide apart, spread over the armrest. the fat and skin of your plush thighs reddened under the swordsman's trustworthy black bandana as your peered up at him, all while his hungry gaze was trained on your saccharine sweet cunt.

"h-having fun, are you?" breath stuttered out of your rosy lips so pathetically, chest falling up and down in a heavenly falsetto as roronoa zoro trained his predator's gaze upon you. his cheeks were flushed, an unmistakable smirk on his lips, "hm. didn't know winnin' a bet will feel so good."

ah yes, the bet. the accursed bet which had landed you in this position.

you had been naive enough to bring up the "variety of ways in which his bandana could be used." and then proceeded to bet him that whoever lost the pillow fight will have to be experimented upon. yes, that bet.

"'nuff stalling." the moss-head crossed his leg over the other, leaning back leisurely in his own chair right opposite to yours. he grinned like a predator, "go on, then. put on a show f'me."

you did as you were asked; you put up a show.

his hungry eyes followed your nimble fingers as they ran their course over your goose-bumpish skin so softly. the finger-tip ghosted over your lips and over your perked nipples, down your stomach and hovered over the spread-open, gushing core.

the swordsman swallowed, the adam's apple bobbing in wicked anticipation as you touched yourself. your familiar finger-tips traced patterns against your throbbing clit as your back arched against the cold wood. teasing your entrance, you bit your lip, teasing the swordsman, "liking the view?"

his answer was just a pained grunt. the moss-head was rendered useless. his sharp tongue all tied up, all jumbled as he looked at the view of your pleasuring yourself.

you threw your head back, letting out sinful moans as your own fingers slipped past your leaky entrance. the room sounded of wet squelches, of experienced digits slipping in and out, and of anything and everything remotely you.

the swordsman leaned forward, his hands clasping shut as his gaze zeroed in at your trembling, tied thighs. when he spoke, his words were barely restrained; a beast hidden within the skin of a mere mortal, "go faster."

you complied, digits pulling and pushing at a quicker pace all in an effort to push yourself over the edge. your lips parted, eyes clenched shut and for a moment all you could feel was the rhythmic motion of your fingers within yourself, "oh my god. fuc— im gonna cum."

and then, all of that heavenly bliss came to a cruel halt.

your eyes fluttered open, pupils blown as you looked at the rough hand tugging on your wrist. "zo-zoro?"

your breath hitched at the man on his knees. his crazed eyes barely held your gaze, his lips parted in anticipation as he pulled your soaked fingers to his mouth, "you tease too much, woman."

you purred, "do i?" and his calloused palms dug into your thighs, leaving reddened patches on your tied limbs as he husked out a reply, "and ya talk too much. shut up, and let me."

okay, then.

🌊vinsmoke sanji: now serving: subs in the kitchen!

💙vinsmoke sanji was a pervert by nature.

you knew that since the day you joined the crew and the cook greeted you with honeyed words and heart-eyes instead of a simple "hello, how are ya? my name is..." and you have known that since you both started dating but now, in a situation like this... my oh my, this man was devil-incarnated.

"atleast close the door, sanji." you hissed, eyes widening as you looked at the unlocked entrance to the kitchen. but the blonde just purred, pressing his weight to your back and breathing in the intoxicating smell of your shampoo, "mon amore, we're all alone."

his experienced hands kneaded your waist, expert hips rutting onto your ass as if it was muscle memory. you arched into him instinctively, words growing feeble under his soft caresses, "bu-but someone can come in."

the cook laughed, the sound so breathy against the shell of your ears, "let them, then."

you threw a glance back at the chef, looking as he loosened his tie and softly pulled your wrists together to tie them behind your back. the satin tightened against your soft skin and you fell forward onto the kitchen island to stabilize yourself.

"sa-" you tried but the blonde cut you off, shushing you so softly. hooking one finger in the knot he had tied, he pushed you down with the same hand, "shh, it's okay, love."

minutes has slipped just as easily as his leaky tip past your sodden, sloppy folds. sanji grunt, heaving — no longer a gentleman. his hand pushed down on your wrist, pinning you under him and that wretched, cold countertop as he kept rutting into you.

your cheek dug against the marble, lips falling agape at his rough administrations, "s-sanji."

"what?" the way he rasped the word out, you felt like maybe the man behind you was already betting his sanity on your sweet cunt. he repeated, something urgent in his syllables, "w-what is it, love?"

another harsh roll of his hips against yours, and his tip rammed against the all-too-gooey spot within you. you gasped, eyes clenching shut and toes curling. as if to soothe your body, sanji held you tighter under his grip, "are you gonna cum, gorgeous?"

thoughts long gone, you nodded just to nodded — still squirming so pathetically under his heavier figure. you pulled at your wrist, trying to break free from him and this overstimulating, vexing mess.

sanji laughed at your futile efforts, "reachin' your limits?"

"sanji—" you whined, thighs clenching and unclenching yet again under his erratic movements. moans tumbled past your lips, some half-formed words that resembled his name and echoes of a plea for mercy.

sanji stilled for just a moment, admiring the mess he had created under his hold. from your stuttered breathing, to your pitched moans and reddened skin — god, you were beautiful.

sanji pressed open-mouthed kissed down your shoulders, words following soon after like a crash, "s, so fuckin' beautiful."

and so, he just gotta make sure to appreciate this beauty, doesn't he? that's the gentlemanly thing to do.

❤️‍🔥portgas d. ace: a man, a man, a mean fucking man!

🧡your pulled your wrist downwards, and your bedframe rattled ever so softly under the careful actions. your face scrunched up, eyes faltering to quite meet the gaze of the man in front of you.

"i-is this necessary..?"

"hm?" ace gave a smile, something a bit crooked, something roguish, "you said you wanted to try it, didn't ya?"

"i-" your brows furrowed, teeth sinking in your inner cheek at his inspection, "i just said i read it in a book. i never said i wanted to try it—"

"tough luck." ace inched forward, muscled body shifting to bring the familiar toy and pressing it to your fluttering, divining cunt. ace grinned as your body jolted against the foreign vibrations, "like it?"

"n-no?" but the way your back arched, chest invitingly moving up and down made ace categorize you as a liar.

bringing one warm palm up to your breast, he softly tugged at the perked nipple as another sent shockwave one after the other to your drenched cunt.

slipping the pulsating toy within your heat, ace watched on with delight as his pretty, pretty girlfriend fell pray to the expert flicks of his wrist and the vibrator he had brought you a few days ago.

"ace—" your eyes widened as the man pressed open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. still pumping the toy in 'n out of you like always, ace kissed your neglected clit — an action so chaste yet it pulled out filthy, little noises past your lips.

"pretty?" ace fluttered his eyelashes up at you, and through you half-lidded, shaky vision, you asked, "y-yeah?"

"can you do me a favour?" ace pressed a sweet kiss to your honeyed cunt, giving a soft lick to your swollen nub as if it would make you comply, "when you're about to cum, count from five f'me, yeah?"

with your body on fire and thoughts consumed by some 6'1" man, you nodded — unknown to just how cruel the infamous fire-fist can be.

"five, four... th-three—" your body brewed up a violent storm and your head spun with his hot, sultry tongue on your cunt and the fast push and pull of the vibrator within you. your words stuttered, the crescendo building up just to... end?

the man pulled out the toy out of your spasming cunt at once, abandoning your swollen cunt with a feral grin. tears pricked at your lashline at his administrations, "wh-why'd you stop?"

"sorry, baby." ace cooed, teasing your leaky entrance yet again with the same toy that had been taken away from you. he smiled, "sorry. let's start again, okay?"

but something about the look in his eyes made a violent goosebump paint your pliant body. your eyes widened, half-fear, half... excitement? ace gave you an easy-going smile, nudging his nose against your throbbing nub, "go again, baby."

you swallowed, "o-okay."

after the third time of edging, your body was no longer in your control. your vision was blurred with unresolved tears, not even able to see the man that was torturing you.

hiccupping, you choked on your own words, "p-please, ace. 'm gonna be s'good. i p-promise, please please—"

"—awh, don't cry." ace pressed his lips into a thin line, "i won't tease anymore."

what a fucking liar.

pressing the buzzing toy up and down your cunt, ace nodded, the same feral smile plastered onto his hungry, wet lips. your boyfriend mumbled, "yeah, i definitely like this. don't you, baby?"

what a fucking man.

🪻trafalgar d. water law: a cure for disobedience!

💜 this was straight out of a porno.

"law." and you couldn't help the slight shift in your tone, hands flexing and unflexing as law fixed you on his inspection table.

"stop squirming." his words were a sharp command, eyes barely taking in your naked figure as if you being naked on his inspection table was the least interesting thing in the world, "i'm doing this because you wanted it."

he mumbled under his breath, "impromptu medical check-up, my ass."

but the obvious bulge in his pants said otherwise.

sure, you were the one who had asked him to "do an impromptu medical checkup" and then proceeded to strip down. but it was him who had decided to tie you down to punish you for your little stunt. he said that you were disrespecting doctors, and he can't have that, can he?

your body moved instinctively, jittering against the cold, and law gave you a look that would hypothetically slice you into tiny, little pieces if it could. his voice stayed cool, though, "one more movement and you'll really piss me off."

despite his serious words, and even more serious looks, your thighs clenched together in wicked excitement. the skin rubbed together, essence beading at the prospect this situation would lead to. you bit your lip, "'m sorry."

"okay, then." law huffed, looking at you over the metallic rim of his glasses, "ready?"

you nodded, and the captain of your ship brought a scalpel to your face. his hands shook as he picked the instrument up — was he excited or about to lose his mind?

the same instrument that he used to cut open skin now traced the edge of your jaw with it's blunt side. he brought it down your neck, purposefully dragging the tip of his instrument to tease your pert nipple.

"l-law, 's cold." your back arched slightly, limbs being constricted from moving too much. the doctor raised a careful eyebrow at your action, amused by how easy it was to hold your malleable body back. dragging the scalpel to the other one, and hissing when you jolted under his precise touches, "don't move, or do you wanna get hurt?"

and maybe law needed to be checked mentally cause the idea of you completely under his control sent electricity down his throbbing cock. tip weeping and aching with need, he realized he could turn the scalpel around and tear your soft skin. but instead, he chose to drag the metal down the middle of your stomach. he traced it against your forced open, inner thighs and law's eyes alit with the same sadistic glint as you throbbed under the cold touches.

he brought a rubber-clad hand up to your heat, softly pressing down on your ambrosial cunt. law's jaw tightened as you threw your head sideway, honeydew dripping down from your perfect pussy down to his freakishly clean inspection table.

"don't drip down onto my inspection table, now." the doctor mumbled, but even he knew it were a lie because he went harder against your sensitive cunt, wanting for it to weep all over his rubber-clad fingers. he fastened his pace, pressing the scalpel against your skin with each careful swipe. "you love being disrespectful to my profession, don't you?"

"oh my fuckin'— god." your jaw sagged open, eyes clenching shut as he teased a finger up and down your cunt.

"do you not know i have an oath to upkeep?" he tsked, "i gotta take care of all my patients. so, tell me..." his voice roughened, "d'you like this?"

and law wasn't sure if he meant the scalpel against your skin, or his fingers dipping within your velvety hole, or if he meant to ask the question to himself and not you.

"just please, please keep g-oing." you nodded feverishly, huffs pouring out erratically as he traced the scalpel all across your body, one hand still kneading against the pliable folds. your restrained muscles spasmed, the cold metal still dragging across your sensitive body as he pulled out an orgasm out of you.

the nectar pooled down your fluttering folds and onto his table, and yet law couldn't care more about the code of conduct or his doctor's oath. looking at your ruination, the doctor grinned — his professionalism long gone by.

when you looked at your doctor, he looked crazed. and when he spoke, it was a simple instruction, "i think i should conduct a thorough medical check-up."

of course, that's what you were here for, right?

a/n: in my regularly posting era till the end of this month cause i wanna pump out as many fics before the new year ahahaha anyways, missed writing for my boys sm :')) alsooo, if you think one is longer than the other, shh it's not, you didn't see that [im inconsistent]. hope this was nice, hope you had your fun ya nasties :// reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated! m.list

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Synopsis: You are wrapped up for Law and he can't help himself. Pairing: Law x afab reader CW: SMUT MINORS DNI, use of 'good girl' twice, bondage, vision loss, overstimulation, Law is a cocky bastard, fingering, p in v sex, creampie • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

The world was reduced to darkness, your vision swallowed by the silken ribbon tied snugly over your eyes. Robbed of sight, every other sense seemed to come alive, leaving you hyper-aware of the faintest shift in the air and the quietest of sounds that punctuate the room. That same material that stole your sight crisscrossed against your chest, wrapped once, twice, thrice around your abdomen, and looped around your wrists, locking them behind you in a snug bind that left you helplessly exposed.

Your breaths came unsteady, each inhale shallow and tremulous as you strained to decipher his movements in the silence. The air itself was thick with a suffocating tension, and even without seeing, you could feel his presence nearby just barely out of reach, waiting and waiting.

“Relax,” Law’s voice finally cut through the stillness. The sound of it hit you like a physical force, rippling from head to toe before settling in your lower belly. 

Your lips parted to respond, but the words tangled on your tongue, dissolving into a shaky exhale. He didn’t touch you right away, oh no, he made you wait, letting you marinate in your own breathless vulnerability.

When his fingers finally skimmed the bare skin of your shoulder, you jerked, a soft gasp falling from your lips. The touch was so light it might’ve been a figment of your imagination if not for the trail of warmth left in its wake. 

“So sensitive like this,” he murmured, a hint of amusement curling in his words. His fingertips danced over your skin, trailing up the side of your neck until two fingers pressed against your carotid, feeling the rapid thump thump thump under your skin. “Good. That’s exactly what I want.”

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed, unconsciously tilting your head towards his touch, chasing the heat of him. But before you could indulge, he moved again. The soft creak of the floorboards was the only clue to his whereabouts. He circled you like a predator savoring the moment before the pounce, his commanding presence palpable even in the emptiness. 

When his hands returned to your shoulders, you jumped again, a startled gasp escaping you once more. His palms pressed firmly into the tense muscles there, kneading as he leaned in close. 

“You’re holding your breath,” he noted softly, his voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Don't. Breathe for me.”

A trembling sigh slipped past your lips as your body obeyed his command, though it was difficult when every nerve in your body was on high alert. His hands slid down, tracing the curve of your arms until they reached your bound wrists. He tugged the ribbon there to remind you of its presence, and you swear you could see the smug smirk plastered on his face despite the lack of sight.

“Law,” you finally whispered, your voice cracking slightly. The sound of your own voice startled you in the quiet room. You weren’t sure what you were asking for– clarity, reassurance, mercy, or simply for his touch again. 

The silk ribbon bit into your skin as Law hauled you up from the chair. Each subtle pulse of your heartbeat throbbed against the bindings, a constant reminder of your helplessness. You stumbled slightly as he led you forward until the edge of the bed pressed against the front of your thighs. The surface was soft and inviting, but his hands on your hips were the opposite- rough and controlling, coaxing you forward until your body was bent over the surface.

When he touched you again, it was maddeningly slow, the faintest of graze of his fingertips gliding down your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. The teasing path sent a shiver straight through you, his touch tracing down the curve of your back until it reached the swell of your ass. He kneaded the plush flesh, his movements languid and unhurried as he savored the sight in front of him.

But then his hand slid lower, trailing to the place you craved him most. The first press of his fingers was light, barely pressing the slick heat of your core, and the restraint of his touch was devastating. Your thighs trembled, a sharp whine escaping your lips as you strained against the silken binds, desperate for more.

“You’re soaked already,” he murmured, the words dark and drenched in skin. He dragged his fingers through the wetness with an almost mocking gentleness, fanning the flames of the growing ache within you.

A gasp tore from you as you bucked your hips back, chasing his touch. He chuckled at your feeble attempt. “Impatient,” he said, the word dripping with amusement. But he obliged, whether out of cruelty or kindness, you couldn’t be sure. 

Two fingers slipped into you without warning, the sudden stretch stealing your breath. Your walls fluttered around him as he withdrew only to thrust back in as he worked you open. He curled then inside you, angling until he had you shattering under his touch, stars bursting behind your eyes as you arched into his touch.

Your bound wrists trembled against the small of your back, useless in their constraints. A litany of gasps and shuddering breaths spilling from your lips. Maybe you subconsciously held back so you could hear the world beyond the ribbon that stole your sight. Or maybe you just weren’t in a vocal mood at the moment. Whatever the reason was, Law wasn’t pleased with it.

“You’re holding back,” Law chided, voice sharp enough to cut through the haze of your pleasure. “That won’t do.”

The ribbon at your wrists was pulled taut as he yanked you upright, your legs giving out beneath you as he hauled you flush against his chest. His breath was hot against your ear as you felt his hand reach around your front, using his arm to hold you up as his hand found your chin, gripping your jaw firmly. “Let me hear you,” he ordered, his voice low. 

The fingers that were knuckle deep inside of you continued to coax you closer and closer to the edge. Your resolve shattered as a low, needy moan spilled from your lips, followed by a wail as he curled his fingers just so, hitting that one spot inside of you with devastating accuracy. 

“That’s better,” he growled against your ear, his voice rough with satisfaction. “I want to hear every little sound.”

His fingers continued to hit that spot over and over and over again, your body tensing and the pleasure in your core coiling tighter and tighter by the second. And then you broke, a cry ripping from your throat as that coil finally snapped, your release washing over you as your walls fluttered around his fingers. A string of pleads, curses, and cries of his name fell from your lips, each sound dripping with raw, unrestrained desire. The high left you trembling, your limbs slack and useless as your chest heaved with shallow breaths. And before the intensity had fully faded, he withdrew, leaving a sudden emptiness that only he could fulfill.

The hand wrapped around your front released your chin and slid down to your chest as it continued to hold you upright against the bed's edge. You barely had a moment to recover before the fingers that were once inside of you pressed against your parted lips, slipping easily between them. 

“Go on,” he murmured, his voice molten, “Taste yourself.”

Obedience came naturally and your tongue swirled around his inked digits, savoring the slick digits. The wet, intimate taste of yourself had a strange, intoxicating effect on you, and it only deepened the ache pooling low in your stomach. 

“Good girl,” Law rasped, his voice rough with satisfaction. Slowly, he slid his fingers free, the spit-covered digits gleaming as he held them up briefly before wiping them on your inner thigh.

Before you could catch your breath, you felt the shift of his body, his chest brushing against yours as he adjusted himself between your trembling legs. His hand released your chest in favor of holding your hip, causing you to fall forward and meet the bed once again. The blunt, swollen head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and you let out a broken whimper. You squirmed as he barely nudged into your spent hole, a maddening pressure that made your body tighten in response. He barely entered, just the tip, yet it was enough to make you burn. 

The chuckle Law let out was almost taunting as he watched you writhe beneath him. “Sensitive, are we?” he purred, one hand gripping you in place while the other snaked around your front, finding your swollen clit with infuriating accuracy. The teasing circles sent a violent shudder through you, ripping a cry from you as you lunged forward, your overstimulated nerves screaming for mercy.

“Please,” you choked out, your voice a trembling whisper as you squirmed beneath him, desperate and undone. 

But Law wasn’t having it. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, his hand moving to hold you down against the mattress. You yelped at the sudden shift, your heart racing and your body entirely exposed to him. 

You heard Law fumble around for a moment, grumbling something you couldn't quite make out. Then, you felt the ribbon around your head loosen, the blindfold slipping away. Light flooded your vision, and you blinked, adjusting to the sudden clarity. 

And there he was. Law’s bare form hovered over you, his tattooed body a masterpiece of sharp lines and ink. His cock stood proud, the flushed tip glistening, the sight alone enough to leave you breathless.

He held the ribbon in his hands and without a word, he brought it to his mouth, his teeth tearing through the fabric with ease. The action was primal and it made your clit throb with a renewed want.

The torn ribbon was repurposed with cruel efficiency, binding your ankles to the bedposts. He wrapped the silk tight enough to keep you spread wide, and by the time he was done, you were fully exposed and utterly at his mercy, your wrists trapped beneath you and your legs held firmly apart.

Law sat back back for a moment, his eyes roaming over your bound form. His gaze was heavy, dark with amusement and possessive hunger, and when his lips quirked into a smirk, it was laced with pure sin. 

“Perfect,” he murmured, the single word both a promise and an assessment. 

He shifted closer, hovering over you, his breath mingling with yours as he positioned himself between your trembling legs. You could feel his cock resting against your slick folds, teasing and gliding and sending jolts of electricity through your hypersensitive body. 

The first nudge of his tip had you squirming, lips parting to cry out, but his lips met yours, swallowing any noises that threatened to come out with a deep, consuming kiss. And slowly, he pushed in, the stretch an intoxicating burn that stole the air from your lungs. 

Your muffled cry mixed with a groan of his as he buried himself inside of you. The pressure was overwhelming, but it only fueled your desire, the pleasure teetering on the edge of pain in the most exquisite way.

Law’s hand hooked under your thigh, lifting it slightly to deepen the angle. And then he began to move. His pace was merciless, each thrust hard as he drove his cock into you with brutal precision. The sound of skin against skin filled the air, mixing with your shared sounds of pleasure and the wet, obscene noises of your body taking him. 

“Please… can’t…” you whimpered, your voice trembling as your fingers clawed helplessly at the sheets beneath you. 

Law leaned his head down to the side of your face, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he growled, “You can take it, I know you can.” The heat of his words settled deep inside of you as he continued, “Be a good girl and take it for me, will you?”

You didn’t quite hear his words through the chaos that is your mind, but a warbled sound resembling a response spilled past your lips. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you against him as he drove deeper, harder, his cock hitting spots that made stars burst in your eyes, quickly hurtling towards the edge for the second time that night. 

Your body became a live wire, every muscle wound impossibly tight as the tension spiraled to an unbearable peak. Your thighs quivered in Law’s grip, toes curling as the pleasure spread outward, consuming your entire being. 

Your breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale trembling with the sensations threatening to take over. His cock hit that devastatingly perfect spot over and over as he unraveled you. You felt your walls clench tightly around him, the twitches and spasms of your body pulling him deeper, holding him in place as though you could keep him tethered to you. 

The pressure finally exploded, and you shattered. Every muscle in your body seized as your stomach tightened, your back arching off the bed as you were completely overtaken by the intensity of your orgasm. 

Your fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white as your body trembled beneath him. Your thighs pressed futilely against his hips in a desperate attempt to steady yourself against the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Fuck,” Law groaned, his voice thick and strained as you clenched around him, somehow pulling him deeper. He held you in place as he worked you through it, his thrusts steady but slower now as he prolonged the euphoric aftershocks that racked your body.

You gasped his name, your voice shaking as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the sheer feelings of everything. And as the peaks began to subside, your muscles were left weak and your body pliant beneath him. 

Law followed soon after, his movements growing uncoordinated as his thrusts turned into a desperate rhythm as he chased his own release. You whimpered with every thrust as your spent hole was fucked into for moments longer. The tension in his body was visible, the flexing of his muscles as he held you tightly in place a beautiful sight above you.

His breath hitched and he sharply inhaled as his hips snapped forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His body stilled, a low moan escaping his lips as his climax overtook him. His voice was raw with pleasure as his cock pulsed, releasing ropes of his spend with each throb. His fingers dug into you, holding you against him as his chest heaved, his body trembling from the aftermath. 

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your shared heavy, uneven breaths as you both came down from the high. Then slowly, his grip softened, his hands now moving with a gentleness as they roamed over your skin. 

Law eased himself from you with painstaking care, pausing to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips warm. “Are you okay?” he murmured against your skin, pulling back to stare at your flushed features. 

You whined out something incoherent, pairing it with a nod, and Law chuckled in response, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he moved to untie you. He removed the ribbon from your ankles first, the silk falling away under his careful touch. He rubbed soothing circles into the tender spots where the fabric pressed into your skin, his thumbs working over each mark with tenderness. “Does this hurt?” he asked, his eyes scanning you for any signs of discomfort. 

When you shook your head, he smiled. He kissed each of the spots where the ribbons had left faint impressions, murmuring quiet apologies for any marks they might have left behind. 

Next, he turned his attention to your wrists and your chest, carefully unbinding the silk that had once held you as he proceeded to the muscles to soothe any lingering tension. “You did so good for me,” he praised, voice filled with admiration.

He shifted, laying next to you and pulling your sweat-slicked body into his. Neither of you moved much, save for the delicate caresses against your sides paired with kisses on every exposed surface his lips could reach. 

You both knew the next step would be to grab a towel or shower, making some sort of effort to clean up, but you silently agreed that this moment was one that you wanted to prolong. Sweet nothings and murmured praises filled the air, melting into a lazy conversation. 

“This was such an amazing gift,” Law said, looking at you with a pleased expression. “I wonder how I could possibly ever top that.”

And you giggled, your voice light and airy as you gazed up at him with a playful grin. “I might have some ideas…”

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Trafalgar Law Kink: #19 Hypnosis Prompt: #6 "I don't kink shame" (Dealer's Choice) Gift Giver: @creamsickle-writes

Summary: You and Law hope some Hypnosis will solve your shyness. To the surprise of you both, it works, but not how either of you expect.

Content Notes: Fair warning for some possible secondhand embarrassment, praising, teasing, sugary spice, no smut, 18+ still

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You were shy. Painfully, almost debilitatingly shy. The Polar Tang would dock and you’d leave the ship for maybe an hour, hardly a minute longer, and only because the Captain made you leave. It wasn’t healthy to stay on board constantly without getting some fresh air and just being somewhere else. The rest of the crew would be gone almost the entire time, but you barely left the deck unless Law tossed you bodily from the ship.

After a couple of years of this you caved in and begged him to help you – any way that he possibly could. Exposure therapy, shock treatment, even bribery; no matter how unlikely something was to help, the two of you went through all of it.

Finally, Law suggested hypnosis. He’d been reading up on it, and practicing it with some of the other crew members. He didn’t want to reveal it to you until he was certain he could consistently pull it off. You were both getting a little discouraged, so he didn’t want this desperate toss to fail before it could even get off the ground.

You were seated in his office, laying down as comfortably as possible, and Law was talking you through the set up. His voice was even, steady, and reassuring. He got you more relaxed than you had ever felt before, and you sank comfortably into the mattress.

“How are you feeling, (Y/N)?”

“… Good.” You admit. “Relaxed.”

“Is there anything you want to do? This is a safe space, so you can do whatever you want without fear.” He reassures you.

“Yes.” You state looking at Law. “I want to kiss you.”

“Y-ou-gh-huh?” Law nearly falls off the bed.

“I want to kiss you.” You repeat.

“Is… that all you want to do?” Law questions, one hand on your shoulder, and one hand over most of his face.

You shake your head. “I want you to fuck me, Captain.” You say, only the barest hint of embarrassment in your voice. “Preferably after you’ve tied me up and made me beg. I really want to be called a good girl.”

Law can feel the blood rushing into his face. The technique was supposed to relax someone so they were comfortable being honest and his hope had been that he could get you to admit why you didn’t like leaving the Tang. This was completely unexpected.

“You’re always in control, captain,” you continue, “And it feels good when you order me around. That’s why I don’t leave the ship until you tell me to. That growl you get in your voice, the frown on your face, it’s all very hot. I wish I could just squirm and cry under that gaze all the time.”

Law stands up, taking a step back from the bed and breathing in slowly. He can’t say he’s against the idea, and the more you talk the more he’s interested, but he can’t do anything while you’re like this. At least not without express consent before hand, and all this was meant to be was a therapy session.

“How long have you been having these thoughts?” He’s struggling to keep his voice even, but he wants to see if the timeline lines up.

“About three months after I joined, I had a dream that you took me apart on the operating table and made me cum so much I was crying for you to stop. I’ve had a lot of dreams since then and no matter what I do they don’t stop.” You admit. It felt good to get it all off your chest, and part of you wondered why you hadn’t just said something long before now. “The morning after I had a particularly vivid dream you weren’t in a good mood, and it made it all harder to ignore. After that, every time you grumbled about something it made me feel hot.”

Law was trying not to think about how much stress he’d been under the last couple of years alone. It was true he didn’t know any of this, but the idea that he’d been accidentally teasing you for two years and change left him feeling a little bad.

“I’m going to count back from ten,” Law says. “And you’re going to remember this entire conversation.”

Law counts back slowly from ten and when he’s done you close your eyes, breathe in slowly, out slowly and open your eyes. Law is caged over you, one hand by your shoulder, the other on the bed by your waist, yellow eyes looking into yours.

The last few minutes comes into your more conscious mind, and the embarrassment on your face is obvious. You cover your face with both hands and whimper quietly, peaking between your fingers to see a devious grin on your captain’s face.

“It’s going to be difficult to kiss you like that.” He says and you cover your eyes again and groan. “C’mon, if you’re a good girl I’ll reward you.”

“Cah-ca-Captain! Don’-don’t say that like that!” You cry, trying to fold in on yourself.

He leans down, and you can feel his cheek against your fingers as he speaks softly into your ear. “You’re not going to try and tell me you were lying earlier?”

“I… I was….n’t.” You admit a little reluctantly. “But you shou-shouldn’t tease me!” You insist, moving your hands and trying to glare at him. “You’re the captain, you don’t have time to – eek!”

Law pins your hands to the bed once you move them enough, and leans in. “You don’t want me to kiss you?”

“I – I – ayyyyyyyyyyyyyye, don’t want you to kiss me, if it’s only because I want you to kiss me.” You manage to admit, eyes more focused on his lips than his eyes. “I don’t want a kiss out of pity, captain.”

The smile on Law’s face makes your heart skip a beat. “It’s good for both of us then, that I want to kiss you.” He says, leaning closer until his lips are by your ear. “And tie you up, and praise you.” You squirm under him, but it’s from need, not a desire to get away. “And if you’re really good, maybe I will take you apart and make you cum until you cry.”

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Can you write for zoro,law, and shanks on brat taming, sensory play, and lingerie

Pretty please 🥺

Ooooh what an interesting mix \o/

I like all these character too and have pretty solid head canons for them, so this is a good way to get going for the morning.

We'll do this by character =)

Roronoa Zoro:

Brat Taming - Yes - Zoro isn't against dealing with a brat. He might need some time to get good at the whole taming part of the equation, but as mentioned before he's a good student. He becomes adept at turning your bratty behaviors back onto you, teasing you, denying you, and sometimes punishing you. There's a few times where he even heads you off at the pass, picking up on your behavior before you really get into it and putting you soundly in your place.

Sensory Play - FUCK Yes - Something about the way your breath comes out when you can't see or hear him makes a rush run through him. The whimpers and squirms from wax or ice cubes, the twitches from light touches - just the way your entire body goes on edge once your senses are limited. He'll tease that you need more training, but you can never hear the whispered words when he says them. Which works well for him, if you could train out of your reactions he'd miss them.

Especially when your body curls and flexes in need and his name tumbles from your unsure lips.

Lingerie - Sure - Zoro's not a clothing/fashion guy. He doesn't dislike clothes or anything, and he can certainly appreciate the look of you in lingerie. But if he's being honest, there's not much difference between a lacy teddy and when you wear his shirts or strut your way into his lap in nothing but socks. Undressing you doesn't irritate him, but getting to put his hands on your skin directly is what he wants the most.

He has learned that having you strip for him is something he enjoys, but mostly because it can make you squirm.

Trafalgar Law:

Brat Taming - FUCK Yes - Law has no issues dealing with brats, being a bit of a brat himself once those bedroom doors close. He'll let you drag out your behavior sometimes, and other times he'll cut you off at the pass. Depends on what mood he's in, honestly. But always by the end of things you're either eating out of the palm of his hand, or a complete and exhausted mess of condoms, orgasms, and a bright red ass.

Sensory Play - Oh god you don't even know - Law's sadistic streak can come out with this one. From denying your senses to overloading them, to a deliciously cruel mix of the two. He'll have to you worried he's left you alone in the room, using feathers and thin strings to make you second guess if you're being touched or just imagining things. He'll have you covered in so much wax you could almost be a candle yourself, and he especially enjoys cooling your skin with ice.

Lingerie - FUCK Yes - Once your relationship progresses, Law's is very likely to buy you lingerie. One or two really nice set pieces at least. He'll try to tailor what he gets you based on what you like, with at least one exception. If you don't like lace, for example, there'll be at least one lacy set, and if you've been being bratty you can be sure you'll be wearing it. If you're lucky it'll only be during a session, if you're not you'll be wearing it under your clothes for a whole day.

Shanks:

Brat Taming - Yes - Shanks is the kind of guy who will indulge in almost any kink you have, but don't let his "low" rating of this put you off. His enthusiasm is pretty even no matter what he's doing, so long as he's doing it with you. Playing the brat with a guy who has some of the best observation haki is not a game you're going to win, but it is something you'll enjoy. Even without the haki, Shanks has plenty of experience, he can read you and the situation well enough, and he expertly wraps you around his little finger in all the ways you didn't even know you needed.

Sensory Play - FUCK Yes - Shanks loves to tease. If there's a common theme in his likes and dislikes, it's how much he gets to make you wiggle and squirm. Physically, emotionally, mentally, it doesn't matter - as long as you're enjoying whatever torment he's putting you through he's reveling in it. Sensory play adds so much, and it's so easy to mix it in with other kinks and actions that he rarely leaves it out. From caressing you with feathers, to ice and wax to sensory deprivation - he'll have you shuddering in orgasm without even directly touching you.

Lingerie - Fuck Yes - He appreciate it when you dress up in nice things. Long weeks at sea and what everyone wears tends toward the functional, and being a tactile person I think he appreciates the feel of something different like lingerie. Just like with Stockings/hose, he appreciates the whole package - the allure of it, the feel of it, the fact that you can wear it under your usual clothes and tease him endlessly throughout the day doesn't hurt either. Shanks appreciates a good build up, and all the things it can lead to.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Trafalgar Law Kink: #11 Bondage/Shibari Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." & 8. "Stay still." Gift Giver: @jiholeen & @laws-princess

You two had such similar asks I smushed them together and made a longer than normal drabble for it.

Summary: It's your first time being bound, and Law intends to do so properly.

Content Notes: bondage, rope, rotor toy used, vaginal fingering, forced orgasms, pet names, biting.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You stood naked in the room, shivering, though not from the cold. The blindfold over your eyes was by your own request, but it wasn’t doing you the good you hoped it would. You could feel his presence as he moved around you. The feel of the rope – coarse but not stiff – slipping over your skin as he brushed it along all the curves and tender places you had.

“How does it feel?” He questions quietly. Evenly. So terribly calmly.

You’d admitted to Law some weeks ago that you wanted to be tied up. You didn’t really know much about it, and he wanted to be able to do it safely, so all he’d asked for in return was some time to research it. Now you were in his bedroom, dealing with step one – which rope did you like better?

“It’s… it’s a little rough, but soft too. I like it.” You admit, voice shakier than you wanted it to be.

“We’ll start with this one then.” He states, and you feel his fingers trail across your shoulders lightly. You feel your muscles twitch at the teasing touch, and you try to hold in the soft moan that threatens to escape you. “It’ll be hard to say which is best until we use them all, but this was the most recommended as well.”

There’s a bit of silence as you can hear the sounds of the rope against the floor. You’re trying to keep yourself calm, but the anticipation almost carries more weight than the light touch earlier.

“We’ll start with a basic harness, and work from there.” Law explains. He’s in front of you now, and you feel the shift of his shirt as he reaches around you, looping the rope around your neck. “We’re going to keep it loose here.” You can feel two fingers against your throat as he makes the first knot. It’s snug, but not tight.

Holding the two sides of rope together he pulls it mostly taut down the front of your chest, stopping and making another knot. You feel a shiver run through you as he works, and you almost want to take the blindfold off.

If you look at those golden eyes right now, however, you might just crumple to the floor before he can finish the harness.

He leans forward, tugging you close with the rope. You can feel his lips against your ear and you squirm.

“Hold still, snowdrop.” He says firmly. “Let me move you when I need to.”

You nod a little. “Y-yes.”

“Yes?” He prompts, lips pressing against your neck softly.

“Yes, sir.” You correct. You can feel the heat rushing up to your face and ears.

“Good. Open your stance, I need room to bring this through.” He instructs. You can feel your embarrassment growing as you shuffle your feet apart, standing with them more at shoulder width than together. “There we go.”

You feel the rope against your leg for a moment as he steps around you, keeping the ropes together and tying another knot. You feel the knot rest against the small of your back lightly as he separates the ropes and loops them around your waist, threading them through the front of the rope harness. He tugs, pulling it snug and you feel a knot you hadn’t noticed before push against your slit.

“Ah – um… L-Law?” You stammer the question, gasping as a tug of the rope pushes it past your labia and against your clit. You buck at the sensation, your legs nearly buckling, and you feel a sharp tug of your hair as you’re held against Law’s chest.

“Stay. Still.” He commands. There’s a smile in his tone despite the rough actions and you’re aware that he knows full well what he did to you. Your breath falls heavy from your mouth, but you nod as he takes a step back.

He continues to loop the rope through the rest of the harness, bringing it up and looping it through the back of the loop of rope around your neck. The pattern, and opposing tensions created because of it, kept everything in place neatly.

His hands are over your shoulders, sliding down your arms and slowly guiding your arms behind your back. Soft kisses against your shoulders as he laces his fingers in yours for a moment has you struggling to stay still. Needy sounds escape you as his kisses move up your neck, nibbling the curve of your ear.

“I’ve got you, little snowdrop.” He purrs, his voice falling into your ear like sweet honey as he begins to tie your hands behind your back. “Tell me if anything goes numb. Even if you’re almost going to orgasm, you have to say something, understand?”

“Yes sir.” Your fingers kept brushing against his hands while he worked, and sometimes you’d feel his fingers trace lines in the palms of your hands when he could.

Once he was done he took a moment to check the knots. He asked you if anything was uncomfortable, and slipped his fingers under the ropes in places he was concerned might be too tight. Once he was sure that you were comfortable enough, you expected him to tease you relentlessly, but it seemed he had something else in mind for your first time in ropes.

It was cold and hard and no more than the size of his thumb, as he pushed it past the ropes and wedged it against your clit. You knew what was going to happen a split second before it did. The rotor purred to life against your clit and as you gasped, Law leaning down to kiss you.

His fingers teased your nipples, tugging, pinching, and rolling them between his fingers as he deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He starts to kneel, guiding you to move with him, keeping you steady and stealing kisses from you as you move.

He braces you against his knee, pushing the rotor against your clit more forcefully as he turns up the intensity. You squirm under the ropes, gasping pleasure into the kiss as he holds you in place on his thigh.

“I’m going to take the blindfold off, okay?” He questions and you nod your head.

Your eyes are wet and dazed. He’s not kissing you, but your mouth’s open in want, pleasure rolling off your tongue.

“You are really turned on,” Law muses. “I can’t wait to hear all the sounds you’ll make for me.”

Law’s earlier soft kisses are replaced by heavy bruising kisses against your skin. He leaves marks everywhere he can, leaving red bite marks in tender places causing you to buck and moan and cry into the air. His hands keep you where he wants you, moving you with a tug on the harness, or holding you still with an iron grip in your hair.

“L-Law I’m gonna c-cum, please!” You beg, body shivering against him as your legs twitch and your toes start to curl.

He pulls you close, keeping the rotor pinned against your clit as he reaches around and slips a finger past the rope, pushing his middle finger into your pussy. “Cum for me,” he demands, his voice rushed and strained.

You buck enough to bring your feet off the floor, squirming uselessly against the ropes as you scream your first orgasm into his chest. Pleasure rips through your body and it’s not just the orgasm that feels good, but the struggle itself.

Sunk against his chest you’re almost crying as you draw in shuddering breaths, the intense pleasure abating a little. Law’s finger twists and a second one pushes inside you, filling the room with wet sounds as the rotor revs up to what you hope is its highest setting.

The stretch from two fingers, the insistence of the rotor, the pleasure still tingling through you and the sheer fact that you cannot get away are working against you. If against is even the right word, you’re not sure, but the pleasure is building up again and it feels too soon.

“Law – Law, please… please… I’m gonna… Hnnnnngh – cum again, please!” You beg.

“Cum again.” He huffs, holding you tight. “Scream little snowdrop.”

His name falls from your lips in broken pieces of pleasure, crashing against his shoulder as your shuddering body fought uselessly against the ropes. His fingers thread through yours, holding you tight as you tense and spasm from the orgasm, your cries of pleasure falling into heavy gasps as you work to catch your breath.

Wet fingers grip your ass as he pulls his fingers out from inside you. You squeak from the sensation and hear Law chuckle a little as he tilts your chin up.

“L-Law, the rotor.” Your eyes are hazy and tired and you’re struggling to stay focused on him, especially with the continuing buzz between your legs.

“It doesn’t go any higher.” He answers, and you shake your head.

“It’s – that’s not the issue!” You gasp, struggling as he grips your ass with both hands and starts pressing you into his thigh. “L-Law – please!”

“Mm, am I making you cum again? Is that what you’re begging for?” He grins as his fingers squeeze your ass again.

“N-no, I – yes, but with… with y-you inside me.” Your voice falters at the end. Those golden eyes seem to look right into your soul and it’s embarrassing.

“I was inside you earlier.” He points out, leaning down and kissing your cheek before he whispers in your ear. “You’ll have to ask clearly.”

“Your… your cock, please. Please Law I want it.” You beg, squirming as the relentless rotor continues to tease you.

You feel him shift your legs, straddling you over his hips and not just his thigh. You can feel pressure as his erection pushes against you, causing you and Law to hiss softly at the vibrating pleasure.

“Don’t worry,” he says, his voice husky and needy as he moves the rope aside, letting the rotor fall to the floor. “I’ll take care of you.”

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The thing I love about Trafalgar Law is that he's actually a pretty wholesome guy. The Strawhats are (justifiably) worried about betrayal when they first ally with him but in the end he never, not for a single minute, even considers betraying them. He immediately caves and does what they want in Punk Hazard. Sure he was using them in Dressrosa so he could keep his own crew safe, but when push came to shove he tried to dissolve the alliance so they could get away, he decided to share Luffy's fate when he was fighting Doflamingo, he saved Zoro from Kaidou and said he'd rather they lose the fight than let them die, he gave Kid the Poneglyph markings because he thought it was fair. Even his powers are specifically designed so he can win fights without having to kill anyone. Beneath his (I'll bet carefully curated) creepy image, he's just a dude who wants people to live

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This might sound like weird or whatever, but I've been rotating The Trafalgar siblings and Ace and Luffy sibling relationships and parallels in my head like a rotisserie chicken for years.

We'll start with obvious things, we have and older sibling with a more bleary outlook on life, more stoic in a way and a younger sibling all cheerful and full of life, they love each other unconditionally.

There's this thing I'm stuck in, when I think about how when Ace, the older brother, died when Luffy was trying to save him and Law, another older brother, was the one to save Luffy afterwards. Law stood by Luffy's bed as he was brought from the brink of death by his own hands and he stayed critical for days, the same way he stood by his sister's bed as she slowly died from the incurable illness Law would later become the only survivor of. But this time the outcome was different, Law was able to save Luffy, a younger sibling, where he could do nothing for his younger sister. And when he tried to save her she ended up dying to a fire, and Ace died to akainu. The amount of parallels in their sibling relationships in Marineford is insane. And the best part is all of them have the will of D.

I think I sound crazy but that's what I'm offering you today.

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"I don't quite understand, ma'am. This firm specializes in lawsuits against wish-granting genies, contract-writing devils, and deal-making fey spirits, why do you want us to handle your divorce?"

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Trust Me

Summary: Reader is terrified of medical needles and avoids Law when they get a deep enough cut to require stitches. They're caught, of course, and Law tries to help and calm a panicked reader.

Tags: hurt/comfort, blood, cutting, knives, medical needles, stitches, mutual pining

Word count: 2.3k

It happened so suddenly that for a moment, you could have imagined that it hadn’t happened at all. You were set to cutting some sailcloth after a run in with the navy left the sails with holes, and if not for the change in how the knife sliced through the fabric, you wouldn’t have noticed at all. The knife was sharp enough that there was barely any resistance as it gouged your arm. There wasn’t any initial pain either. You only grasped that there was indeed an injury once you stared at the wound, feeling the burn as it built and watching the blood flow to the surface, maintaining its surface tension before breaking and spilling over. You had already written off the flashes of white meat that gave away just how deep it was, telling yourself it only needed to be cleaned and wrapped. You snatched a spare piece of sail and pressed it to the wound, then took another to wrap around.

There wasn’t any need to worry, really. Small accidents like this happened all the time on the Polar Tang. Shachi scraping his palms on the rough surface of the deck as he fell, Penguin giggling behind him. Ikkaku dropping something heavy on someone’s foot, grimacing and apologizing profusely. If they didn’t, then Law would probably fall out of practice and lose his title.

That image of white meat flashed through your head again, and it coupled with the burning that only seemed to keep growing, never reaching its crescendo that promised eventual relief, made you think of the stitches that Law could possibly say it required. But it wasn’t bad enough for that, and Law deserved a break from time to time. So, you decided, this was something that you could handle by yourself. Even if Law always demanded that he was seen first in any case of injury, no matter how small, because he was the qualified one that could deem what required real attention, and he didn’t need anyone ruining the precise organization of his supplies. You could be careful, though. You knew what went where, and you only needed a few things. 

Steps slowing as you made it closer to the infirmary, you listened for any sign that Law may be nearby. The Polar Tang surfaced not too long ago, and so Law was most likely up on deck still assessing the damage. You pressed an ear to the closed door, though, waiting for any movement. At the lack of any sound, you entered, and shut the door behind you. It wasn’t avoidance, it was simply a need to not be bothersome over something so unimportant.

None of the cabinets and drawers themselves were labeled, as no one but Law rifled through them, so there was no need when he had it memorized. But it meant that you had to take the time to search through each one. You had to not only keep quiet, but try and keep any blood from getting onto his things.

A scurrying of footsteps rushed past the door, causing you to hold your breath and freeze. No one came in nor knocked, but if the crew members that had been on deck were moving around, it meant that Law might be below deck now too. You picked up pace, grimacing at every rattle and creak. Finally, you found the small butterfly bandages that would hold the wound close, and the wrapping as well. Your eyes skated over the suture kit as you grabbed what you needed and shut the drawer.

“Y/n-ya.”

You felt your stomach drop to the floor. Shit. You turned, keeping your right side facing him. Using your body to block your injured left arm from view, you let it rest on top of the counter, like it had been lifted as it was to lean against casually, and not because it was hurt and dripping. You looked him in the face because guilty people always avoided eye contact. It was set in a scowl as he waited for you to explain yourself. There was no need to chide someone that already knew they were in the wrong.

“I just needed a bandage. Small cut, I didn’t want to bother you about it,” you said. You kept your tone light, nonchalant, and tried at a self-deprecating, ‘I’m just so silly’ smile. And it might just have worked, except since all your attention was on your face and voice, you weren’t in control of your body. Law, a man keenly familiar with violence, could see the tension and threat your body held. Your pupils were dilated too, blown out to a concerning proportion. It was a look that promised that if he got any closer, you might just sink your teeth in.

“Mind if I take a look?” he asked.

Continuing to refuse would be suspicious. If it really had been a measly little cut, you would have readily shown it to him just to poke fun at his worry and overbearance. You would have gone to him in the first place for a simple bandage, too. He knew this was all odd. But what else was there?

“There’s really no need,” you huffed out. “I don’t need stitches or anything.”

His eyes flitted from your face to your body. Tiny smears of blood on the fabric of your coveralls that went unnoticed at first caught his eye. He stepped forward with an extended hand. “Y/n-ya, I’d like to see it.”

Unconsciously, you flinched back. Harder, with a panicked edge you didn’t mean to let slip, you said again, “I don’t need stitches.”

“I didn’t say anything about that yet.” His voice was low, almost like he was trying to soften it.

Yet. He probably hadn’t thought of stitches, but when you said it yourself, he knew that it was worse than he had initially thought.

Law took two steps closer, causing you to turn fully forward, hands lifted. “Stop, stop it. Please.” Your throat felt like it was tightening and it made you sound close to tears.

Law was staring at your arm, now fully revealed in its red glory. So, so much red. The sailcloth was fully soaked now. His jaw tightened and nostrils flared with a heavy exhale at the sight. He lifted both hands in the air, an image of surrender. “You need to let me help you.”

You flinched again, harder this time, fully aware of those hands, that he could easily force you to do whatever. He could shambles you where he wanted, pin you down, and jam that needle in and out of your arm. You shook your head, back and forth, back and forth. You started stepping to the side, pressing against the counter, trying to get farther away, but stopped when you realized all you were moving towards was the corner. The only exit was behind Law.

Deciding to stick with a firm approach, as you had to take orders from your captain, Law said, more stern, “Let me help you.” He took one more step forward.

Your panic tripled, thrilling all throughout your body. You were a cornered animal, coiled tight from the lack of options. “I don’t need your fucking help,” you snapped.

Law felt a flicker of irritation. If you wanted to bleed out, or worse, get an infection, then that was fine. He could leave you to it if you wanted to be that way. But he smothered that feeling quickly. Yes, he could force this. He could strap you down and have it all done in minutes. That wasn’t what a good captain, a good doctor, did though. He’d win, but you wouldn’t go anywhere near him for months, not without thinking of how he handled this. You were a part of his crew. You were someone who’s pain and tears actually made his heart squeeze. This was about trust. The idea of losing yours made his own panic flutter in a way he wasn’t familiar with.

He lowered his hands slowly and let them hang by his sides. He took a few steps back as well. Gentleness was not something he was adept at, but he could try.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, truly soft this time. “That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do. I need you to trust me.”

The sudden change in his demeanor disarms you. You’d never heard him speak so softly, so earnestly, before. Your irrationality and the ridiculousness of your actions hit you, and suddenly your body drains, leaving you exhausted and sore. The wound on your arm is pulsating with ache. You do trust your captain. But your heart is still pounding. “I’m afraid.”

“I know.” Law's chest tightens at how meek those two words sounded. He moves now, albeit slowly, to you. He pauses right before his hands touch you, waiting for permission. You take a slight step forward, and he guides you toward the bed. He walks back to the counter to wash his hands and prep his tools.

“First I need to clean out the wound and make sure there isn’t anything left in there that can cause an infection. Then I’ll numb the area. Once fully numbed, I’ll do an interrupted stitch. That alright?”

Like you could really say no. It had to be done. But you knew he was doing it to give you a sense of control, and you gripped onto the kindness tightly. You nodded your assent.

After a thorough cleaning that has you hissing and huffing through your teeth, it's time for the first needle. Sitting again after going to the sink, you wait. Law lifts it from its place on the counter and brings it to your arm. You snap your head away, staring hard at the wall.

“Deep breaths,” he said. As soon as you inhaled, he stuck the needle in and pushed the plunger down. The cold burn of the liquid entering your arm made your breath hitch and your teeth to grind together. It was less from pain and more from the intrusion of something entering your body unnaturally. Law pulled the needle out and immediately rubbed soothing circles into the injection sight, gently as he was wary to add anymore hurt. You felt a keen disappointment when he stopped.

He placed the empty needle back onto the counter and pulled up the one chair in the room, deciding to sit while waiting for the numbing agent to kick in. He was close enough that your knees were nearly brushing. You fought back the urge to press them together.

“How’d it happen?” Law asked. He leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest.

“I was cutting sailcloth,” you said, jutting your chin toward the door, the vague gesture implying ‘out there’. “The knife slipped, I suppose. It happened so quickly.”

He hummed. “You should pay better attention. I’ll give you tasks without knives from now on.”

You pressed your lips together in a hard, thin line. As if you’d done it on purpose. “I was paying plenty of attention.” 

The corner of Law’s mouth twitched upward, like something about irking you brought him joy. Instead of annoyance, something about it warmed your chest. You glared at him without any heat behind it.

He nodded to your arm. “How’s it feel?”

You poked at the edge of your wound. You felt the vertigo that came from knowing there was something touching you but being unable to feel it. “All numbed up.” Taking a deep breath, you turned your head away again and lifted your arm towards him, letting Law know he could start.

He changed gloves before beginning. He started without warning, knowing well enough that a countdown meant nothing. Nothing would change the how and why of the needle going in and out. There wasn’t any pain and you didn’t necessarily feel it, but you could sense the needle breaking through your skin, dragging through the meat, and pulling back out. You felt the same of the thread. It made your stomach churn and your head spin. You dug your fingers into your thigh, needing the pressure to focus on.

Law took advantage of your inability to look at what he was doing to do some staring of his own. Knowing that you knew nothing of sutures, he knew he could stop and take you in without you asking why he’d stopped. Your eyebrows were drawn so tight together that it caused your nose to wrinkle a little. You bit down into your bottom lip as well, the queasiness you felt obvious on your face. The sight filled him with an unexpected tenderness each time he looked, and he had to fight the overwhelming urge to cup your face and smooth out your features. He wanted nothing more than to soothe you. But it was not something he could bring himself to do. The kindest thing he could do at this moment was finish the sutures.

The worst part was that he liked having you under his fingers like this. If it wasn’t so unsanitary, he’d have done this with his bare hands just so he could feel your skin. He’d let your blood settle under his nails so he could steal that small part of you for himself.

“Finished,” Law tells you.

“Thank you, Captain.”

 He puts the suture kit away and wraps your arm in gauze and bandage. “You’ll need to have me redo the bandaging every so often over the next few days. I’ll tell you when.” He could easily tell you how to do it yourself, give you all the supplies and when to do it and what to look for. But a selfish part of him needed to be the one doing it, so you’d have to keep coming back to him, so he could hear you thank him again and again.

And surprisingly,  you were content to let him do so. Such ministrations made you uncomfortable, or you straight out rejected it, because you knew that to lose that attention in the future would be painful. But you felt unbearably needy when it came to him, and would greedily take whatever he gave you, no matter how little it could be.

You left, unaware of Law’s hungry gaze as you went.

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His dog paddling is not to be messed with!

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Synopsis: It's your first time seeing snow and you decide to make the most of the day until you wander off from the group and Law finds you admiring the scenery. Pairing: Law x reader CW: fluff, first kisses!! • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

The first snowfall of your life felt like stepping into a dream. Each flake tumbled gently from the sky, blanketing the island in a glistening white, transforming the island into something out of a storybook. Everything about this day made your chest flutter with an excitement that you couldn’t quite put into words.

You were barely two steps on land before diving into the snow, your laughter ringing out as you flopped onto your back in a pristine patch of snow. Sweeping your arms and legs back and forth, you formed a snow angel, grinning up at the sky as you worked. When you sat up to admire your new creation, you caught sight of Law standing a short distance away with amusement etched across his features. 

“Not bad,” he remarked as he glanced between you and your creation. 

“Not bad?” you repeated, feigning offense before flashing him a teasing grin. “I’d like to see you do better. Come on, make one!” 

Law raised an eyebrow at your challenge, muttering a ‘maybe later’ under his breath. You rolled your eyes, laughing as you dusted off your gloves. “You’re no fun,” you teased before bounding off to find your next snowy adventure. 

Your enthusiasm was infectious, drawing everyone around you into your antics. Snowball fights erupted with chaotic energy, your laughter mixing with yelps as you narrowly dodged some perfectly aimed throws. You sculped a lopsided snowman, its crooked grin and mismatched arms earning a beaming smile from you as you showed it off. When you weren’t building or battling, you were tilting your head back and catching snowflakes on your tongue. 

The day wore on, and some crew members retreated to the warmth of the Polar Tang, while others stayed behind longer. You were just about to join those going towards the warmth until you caught sight of something shimmering through the woods. 

It was just a glimmer, subtle and fleeting, but it tugged at your curiosity. A light? Ice? Something hidden in the forest? You couldn’t tell, but you didn’t think twice before wandering off and trudging through the snow toward the source.

Eventually, you emerged into a small clearing, and you let out a soft gasp. A frozen lake stretched out before you, its surface gleaming under the pale light of the late afternoon. The surrounding trees were dusted with snow, their reflections faintly visible in the ice, and the scene looked like something pulled straight from a dream. 

You stepped onto the ice cautiously, the crunch of snow now replaced with the faint creak of frozen water beneath your boots. The chill bit at your exposed arms, but you hardly noticed, too entranced by the beauty before you. You stared in awe at the surroundings, soaking in the moment in bliss, thinking nothing could ruin something as perfect as this. 

That was until one voice came and shattered the peace as it cut through. “Are you out of your mind?” 

You spun around startled to find him standing at the edge of the lake, his figure stark against the snowy backdrop. You could barely make out his expression to be something caught in between exasperation and disbelief at you. 

“What happened to your coat?” he asked, tone sharp as he started making his way towards the center of the ice where you were. 

“It was holding me back,” you replied flippantly, crossing your arms as if to emphasize your point. 

Law’s brow twitched. “Holding you back?”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant even as the cold began to seep into your bones. “It got caught on a branch, and well, I figured I didn’t need it.”

“Well you figured wrong,” he snapped back, voice losing some of the calm it once held. “You’re going to freeze to death out here.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but a shiver wracked your body, cutting you off. Law’s frown deepened, and he stepped closer.

“Don’t tell me you’re not cold,” he said, his voice low and firm. “You’re freezing. Come here.”

Before you could protest, he opened his coat, revealing the warm lining inside and gestured for you to step closer. The size of the coat didn't surprise you, as Law always seemed to favor clothes that dwarfed him, but what did surprise you was the way he pulled you into his chest, wrapping the heavy fabric around both of you.

The warmth was immediate, his body heat radiating through the layers and chasing away the chill that had settled into your skin. His arms circled you, holding the coat closed around you and you reveled in the comfort. 

“Better?” he asked, voice less harsh. You nodded and murmured a ’thanks’ in response. “Let’s get back to the others, you’ve had your fun for the day.”

You leaned back to look up at him, your eyes wide and pleading. “Can we stay a little longer?”

His brows furrowed, lips parting in an attempt to argue back, but you pressed on quickly, your tone insistent. “The sun’s about to set, and I want to see what this place looks like at night. Just a little longer, please?”

Law glanced around at the frozen lake and the woods that surrounded it. The temperature was already brutal and he knew it would only get worse as the night settled. “It’s going to get even colder,” he pointed out, tone sharp as he attempted to reason with you. 

“I know,” you said, your voice tinged with desperation and excitement. “But just look at it, Law. The way the ice catches the light, the way the trees frame everything so prettily. I just… I just want to see it under the stars. Please.” 

Your eyes met his, wide and shimmering with sincerity, and for a moment he was at a loss. Logic dictated that he should insist you leave and drag you back to warmth if he had to, but the look in your eyes shattered any logic he had in his mind. 

With a long sigh, he relented. “Fine. But we’re not staying on the ice. Come on.”

He guided you off the frozen lake, hand firm on your arm as he led you to a small patch of dirt nestled between the snow-covered trees. The area offered a clear view of the lake and the horizon beyond, and the ground was a much more comfortable spot to sit. 

He pulled you down with him as he lowered himself to the ground and you got comfortable as you settled into wait. The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the world in oranges, purples, and reds, bouncing the colors off of the lake as the surface shimmered with the last rays of sunlight. 

The first stars began to emerge as the sky deepened into twilight, their faint twinkles growing stronger with each passing moment. You sighed in contentment, murmuring ‘It’s perfect’, more to yourself than anything. 

The stars above glittered like scattered diamonds, and you sat bathing in their glow, your breath puffing into the crisp air as your wide eyes scanned the constellations. Law hadn’t intended to linger, much less to find himself utterly captivated. Yet here he was, his attention irrevocably anchored to you.

He caught himself entranced by the small things: the gentle curve of your jaw, the way your eyes were wide, alight with a child-like wonder that shimmered with the reflected glow of the stars. The way the night wrapped itself around you, painting you in muted blues and silvers, made you seem untouchable. And yet, there you were, close enough that each puff of breath that you released towards the night sky mingled with the warm breaths of his own. 

You reached a hand towards the heavens, fingers outstretched as though you could pluck a star from its celestial perch, and when the illusion faded into your palm, your soft and breathless laughter filled the silence.

Law’s gaze softened further, lingering on the curve of your jaw, the way your breath puffed into the air like tiny clouds. His eyes lingered on your lips, softly parted as you signed in contentment, and he found himself captivated by their softness, their unspoken pull. To put it simply, he was mesmerized, caught in a moment where only you remained. 

It was rare for Law to let himself linger like this, to let his thoughts wander without restraint, but at that moment, your body pressed against his, he allowed himself to memorize you. To etch this instance into the depths of his mind, knowing it was a memory he would hold onto long after the cold had faded. 

Before he realized it, his hand moved of its own accord. Fingers brushed a few stray flakes of snow from your hair, the movement catching your attention. You turned to face him, and his breath hitched at the sight of your curious eyes meeting his. 

“What?” you asked, a soft laugh escaping your lips, a smile tugging at the edges. 

Law hesitated, his mouth parting as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, he shook his head, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing,” he murmured, his voice lower than intended. “Just thinking.”

“About?” you pressed, playful and unguarded.

He swallowed, the air suddenly feeling too thin. He should have deflected, should have buried the words threatening to spill over, but instead, the truth fumbled from his lips in an accidental confession. 

“You.”

That one little word seemed to suspend the moment in time. You blinked, your lips parting as his answer settled over you. “Me?” you murmured, your voice soft and almost unsure, as though saying it too loudly might make this whole moment go away in an instant. 

Law didn’t respond. Not immediately, at least. His heart stuttered and he opened his mouth, but words failed him as his golden eyes, softened by the starlight, flitted from your questioning eyes to the faint quiver of your lips. The silence stretched out and he seemed like a man frozen in time, caught in a trap of vulnerability that he didn’t intend to expose.

A shiver coursed through you, and it snapped him from his trance. His arms tightened reflexively, moving to pull his coat closer around you. The movement was meant to shield you from the biting cold, but instead, it brought you both even closer. The press of your bodies was no longer incidental but undeniable. 

The breath you exhaled wavered as the sudden proximity left neither of you room to escape. Your hands, once bunched up in fists wrapped around you, now lay against his chest while his hands froze at your sides mid-movement, as though he too had just realized just how close you'd become. You could feel his heart beneath your fingers beat in a rapid rhythm that matched your own. Neither of you breathed. Neither of you dared to. 

Your eyes flickered to his lips, a breath away, the distance so small you feared even taking in a gulp of air would close the gap. The world narrowed to the warmth of your breaths mingling, his faint scent, and the feeling of the winter air kissing your skin. 

You couldn’t tell who leaned in first. Perhaps it was both of you. Or maybe the universe itself conspired to close the gap. All you knew was that the moment his lips brushed yours, the rest of the world fell away. 

The kiss started off as a question rather than a statement, as though both of you were unsure whether to continue. But that hesitation dissolved the moment you melted into him, your lips parting to welcome the warmth he offered. 

His lips were soft and tasted faintly of the coffee he had not too long ago, mixed with something that was wholly, undeniably Law. His hand rose to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing against your cheekbone with a tenderness that made your stomach flip. 

You leaned into his touch, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, deeper this time. The cold seemed to vanish entirely, replaced with the heat blooming between you. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and when you parted for him, he seized the moment to deepen the kiss as his tongue brushed against yours. His taste was intoxicating, heady and consuming, and the way he kissed you, left you breathless. 

The moments blurred, reduced to the press of his lips, the muffled sounds that slipped past both of your lips and the faint crunch of snow beneath your shifting bodies. You wanted to draw this out as long as you could, not wanting it to end. 

When you finally broke apart, it wasn't out of desire, but necessity. Your breaths came in soft pants, visible in the air as the cold rushed back to remind you of its presence. His forehead rested against yours, and you could see Law’s lips quirk into the faintest of smiles as his eyes searched yours for a confirmation that you enjoyed that as much as he did. 

It was you who broke the silence when you asked between pants, “Do we… have to go back yet?” A smile stretched across your lips as you finished the question, the sight alone dissolving any final pesky bits of tension that may have been floating in the air. 

His smile widened, and he let out a huff of laughter as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you flush against his chest. “Not if you let me keep you warm a bit longer,” he responded. 

Such words of affection felt foreign coming from him, but you did not complain one bit as you settled into his hold, leaning into the warmth he provided. You giggled, the sound light and airy, as you leaned in again and captured his lips in yours. 

The stars above glittered on, indifferent to the magic folding just beneath them, but you couldn’t help but feel that they were shining extra brightly for just the two of you.

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Christmas Comfort - Law x Reader

Wrote this blurb on a whim, I'm feeling hyped up for Christmas! Featuring a scroogey Law. It's barely been proofread, I'll probably continue editing it as per usual.

CW: Small trauma mention. GN reader. SFW!

~1.6k words

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The Heart Pirates weren't exactly known for being festive. The ship was typically viewed as cold, medical, sterile. Steel, rounded walls would almost become hypnotic to anyone pulling the late shifts, and it was a common occurrence for people to gasp for air whenever the ship would surface. Life was hard, methodical, strict, but the bond among the crew and the sense of duty they shared was the thread that held them together. There was real love there, even if the ship itself seemed like a death-clad tank piloting through the deepest layers of the ocean.

It never seemed to bother anyone on a day-to-day basis, but as the holidays rolled around, the energy between crewmates would always get increasingly restless. As December crept closer, Christmas merriment began to spread through the ship in hushed whispers and secret gift exchanges, nobody willing to incur the sneers of their captain urging them to get back to work. That is, until he gave the all-clear to Bepo that the crew could decorate the walls of the Polar Tang.

It was almost immediate - an overnight transformation into an underwater Winter Wonderland. Tinsel and bows hung along bolts and lined portholes, carefully strewn about by the joined efforts of Shachi and Penguin. At Port, somebody even had the great idea of dragging in a Christmas tree, which was decorated with homemade ornaments and old medical equipment that was no longer viable. Bepo directed crewmates to string lights along the inside of the galley, and it was already beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Eggnog became a nightly offering with dinner, and all seemed merry for the season.

It was now Christmas Eve. The stockings have been hung, the ship smells of pie and cinnamon, yet Law remains locked up in his own little world going over paperwork and research. As per usual. 

“You're such a grump, you know that?” You sigh, leaning against the doorframe of Law's office. 

“Is that all you came here to tell me?” He responds curtly, his eyes never leaving the medical texts he was always engrossed in. 

“No. I also came to bring you some hot chocolate Ikkaku made. Since you don't want to take a break, though…” You say with a tone full of tempting mirth. 

Law glances up only briefly to see the mug held casually between your hand and your hip. Damn. How did he miss that? The interest only lasts a moment, though, before his eyes look back at the textbook in front of him. 

“Can't. Too busy.” He says simply, before adding a quick, “You can leave it, though.”

“Nu-uh. Christmas grumps don't get any hot cocoa.”

Without any other warning or indication, Law's hand lifts into the air, his fingers moving in that familiar way that makes your frustration flare up. 

“Don't-”

“Room. Shambles.”

In the blink of an eye, the ceramic mug in your hand is swapped with some kind of paperweight from Law's desk, heavy and edged. The mug, still steaming and otherwise undisturbed, now sits beside Law, though he doesn't bother looking up to check. He doesn't have to. 

“Really?” 

He shrugs nonchalantly, picking up a pen to mark a specific section of the page he reads. With a groan, you toss the paperweight to the floor, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Law-”

“If that's all, I'll see you when I'm finished.” He responds, his tone bored and otherwise disengaged. 

There's a pause between you two, the only sound being the far-off cheers of the Heart Pirate crew singing carols and the sound of the Polar Tang's engine. 

“You can't be serious.” You say, your tone barely containing the edge of hurt and frustration. “It's Christmas Eve. There aren't any patients in the unit and everyone else is celebrating. There's no way you'd rather be alone.”

Law doesn't respond, though his eyes are no longer scanning any text. He's got that familiar glaze over his eyes that you've come to know all too well. It's as if he's trying to come up with some sort of explanation or response, a clear attempt to carefully curate his words. Law isn't one to sugarcoat how he feels. You prepare yourself for whatever lecture you might get from him, ignoring the tugging concern that's growing in your gut.

With a sigh, Law pushes himself back from his desk, leaning back in his chair. A hand runs through his hair methodically, fingers shoving tufts that have been left over from his trusty hat. Finally, gold eyes peek up to meet yours. There's something noticeably off about them this time - the bags under his eyes are darker and the glint in them appears dull. 

“I don't…do well around Christmas.” He murmurs, eyes quickly averting down to the floor. “So don't take it personally.”

Watching him closely, you try to decipher exactly what could be plaguing him. There are plenty of reasons why he might not be doing well. You’ve spent countless nights retreading shared trauma, hearing about his family in Flevance and his time in the Donquixote family. It’s the most intimate Law can be, sharing the smallest glimpses into the nightmares that still seem to permeate in his head. Christmas, though…you’ve never been aboard the ship before during Christmas. This is entirely untreaded territory. You take a few careful steps into the room, closing the door behind you. Mustering your courage, you look at your boyfriend with empathetic eyes, taking a deep breath to ask the question.

“How come?” 

Law looks at you with that same, tired gaze, though there’s the slightest hint of his face falling at your question. A reluctance to answer. He doesn’t look away from you, though, and for a moment you think he almost looks grateful that you’ve actually pried a bit further.

“It just brings back memories I'd rather not think about.” Law answers simply, his voice just a little quieter than before.

You’re not sure what he could mean - surely he’s celebrated holidays since losing his family. You look at Law for several moments, debating in your head the best way to approach this. Finally, there’s a compromise made in your mind.

“What if we made some new memories?”

Law’s eyes flash with surprise at your question. He was clearly expecting a series of invasive questions, prodding into what exactly has him down. Looking down, he lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes briefly.

“Y/N-ya--” He starts.

“I know it's not that simple.” You interject quickly. You have to try to get a word in before Law completely shoots down the idea. “I know I can't erase what you've been through or fix it, and I don't want to. It's all a part of who you are. I just…don't want you to be alone. You have a family. We all want you to have a good holiday.”

Another pause. He seems so thoughtful, so lost in trying to figure out what to say. It’s almost heartbreaking. Taking another step forward, you let out a small sigh of your own. It’s at least worth a try to make sure he doesn’t isolate himself.

“How about this - you come out into the galley for, say, ten minutes. Watch the gift exchange, drink some cocoa. Spend time with your crew who loves you. Then, if you're really still not feeling it, I'll come back here with you and we can just hang out. Read or something. No expectations.” You offer, your voice soft and gentle.

The tender gesture surprises Law again. He looks over at you again, straightening in his chair. His face is as enigmatic as usual, though the corners of his lips turn up slightly at your gesture. It’s subtle, but present.

“You don't have to do that for me. If you'd rather be with the crew-” 

“Law, I'm not leaving you by yourself. I want to be with you on Christmas, even if it just feels like a regular day. Just…spend time with me. I'll make it worth your while.” You offer again, this time taking another small step forward. “You can say no.”

Law seems lost. For a brief moment, he looks back at his desk and the pile of paperwork. His eyes land on the text he was marking up. It’s quiet for long enough that you almost think you’re being dismissed until-

“Okay.”

You blink as he reaches for his hat, placing it atop his head. He makes his way around his desk, and you can’t stop the smile that rises to your lips.

“Okay, then. Let’s go.” You say softly, holding out your hand for him to take.

And so, the rest of the evening is spent in joyful festivities and good company. Law stays for much longer than ten minutes, enjoying the eggnog and the shenanigans of his crew. Gift exchange kicks off with Bepo entering the galley in a Santa suit, easily Law’s favorite moment of the night. When the last of the carols are sung and presents are given out, you walk out of the galley together, fingers interlocked. You feel a gentle tug on your hand as you’re about to cross the threshold and when you look back, Law gestures vaguely with his eyes up to the mistletoe hung in the doorway. Giving a mirthful smile, you lean forward and press your lips tenderly against his. It’s soft, a caress full of love as your lips move in sync. As they part, Law opens his eyes, gratitude and affection evident in them. He pecks your lips one more time before mumbling a gentle,

“Merry Christmas.”

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⛥ﾟ・。 stein

synopsis: while you're laughing at the stories told to you by some rando at the bar, zoro can't help but be affected by the green-eyed monster. nami and robin try to quell his worries... but things take a turn for the worst when the man puts his hands on you.

cw: lots of fluff, comfort, (justifiably) crazy boyfriend zoro, possessive zoro, needy zoro, he is once again down bad for reader, reader is super pretty.

a/n: if my man doesn't act like this I DON'T WANT HIM. link to the outfit I was envisioning if you want it x

As the man next to you donned a smug grin, the vein in Zoro's forehead bulged, his fingers tightening around the handle of his stein with a near bruising grip as you let out yet another silvery laugh, tickled by the "hilarious" story.

He was about two seconds away from breaking the bastard's face.

The swordsman's usual indifferent expression was swapped with one of severe annoyance, his chest burning with the violent urge to maim as you threw your head back with a small snort, your hands coming up to clutch your stomach.

He impatiently drummed his fingers against the table, brows endlessly furrowing downward at the scene in front of him.

He leaves for two goddamn seconds...

'...and suddenly everyone on this island's a fuckin' comedian.'

To say he was displeased would be a grave understatement.

He was downright pissed.

Only a few moments ago you both were yukking it up at the bar, drinking the place dry as you reminisced on the crew's most recent adventure, regaling each other with stories from your respective fights and showing off new scars acquired.

But he left for two fucking seconds to take a leak, and all of a sudden everyone decided to come out the woodwork, pulling up to your spot at the bar like vultures on the hunt.

Had he not rested his hand on your hip as you walked in?

Had he not toyed with the strings of your shirt as you talked?

Had he not kissed you on the cheek before he left for the fucking bathroom?

What part of his demonstration was unclear?

You were his girl.

His woman.

His partner-in-crime.

So why the fuck was he sitting on the sidelines while some no-name, smooth-talking bastard tried to put the moves on you?

"Because I'm not gonna let you go on some jealous rampage while everyone's trying to have a good time," Nami stated, simply, her thumb pointing toward Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, Franky, and Brook, who were dancing next to the jukebox. "We've been through enough this week... the last thing we need is a bar fight."

Zoro scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned away from the woman, taking a rough swig of beer before his gaze instinctively drifted back to you, his expression almost akin to that of a neglected child.

Robin softly smiled, amused by his adorable display.

She never took the swordsman for the possessive type...

"Is there something about her interacting with another man that bothers you?" she asked, curious, as she rested her cheek in her palm. "Do you think she would oblige his advances?"

Nami gasped, offended on your behalf.

"Zoro! (y/n) would never!" she defended, turning to him sharply. "That girl never shuts up about you. In fact, you're probably what she's over there gabbing about."

The swordsman glanced back in your direction, watching as you happily talked away, the man resting his arm against the bartop and leaning into you.

He didn't even try to look like he was paying attention...

Zoro grit his teeth, brows furrowing.

"I don't think the bastard gives a damn..." he seethed, staring daggers at the man.

"You keep on glaring like that and you're gonna pop a blood vessel..."

Robin's calculated eye scanned over Zoro's expression once again, learning a new piece of information.

"So it's the man specifically that's causing all this worry," she mused.

"The man?" Nami cocked a brow, rolling her eyes when she realized the swordsman was now glaring even harder. "C'mon, Zoro, don't you trust (y/n)? You know she would never let anything happen—"

"I know she wouldn't," he stated, curtly, not taking his eyes away from the sleaze-ball. "It's him I don't trust."

Zoro watched as you paused your conversation, turning to ask the bartender for another drink, the man next to you taking the opportunity to let his gaze wander.

Slowly, his eyes trailed up your body, gliding over your smooth legs and your exposed torso to reach your chest, staring shamelessly at your tits.

They sat perfectly in the tight, tiny soccer crop-top Nami loaned you, the flesh of your legs accentuated by the equally small shorts, as well as your matching, chunky boots.

His thoughts were loud, Zoro reading his mind just off the expression on his face.

Crrkt!

The swordsman didn't like it one bit.

"Zoro!" Nami exclaimed, eyes wide as she looked at him, incredulously. "We're gonna have to pay for that!"

The swordsman looked down at his hand to see that in his silent anger, not only had he broken the handle off his stein, but he'd snapped the handle in half.

"Nami-swan! Robin-dear! How are my lovely ladies doing?!" Sanji twirled his way over, donning a large smile and a lovesick look.

Though, all that changed once he got a look at Zoro.

"Huh? What crawled up your ass, mosshead?"

Robin smiled, "A man at the bar seems to have taken a liking to (y/n)."

Curious, the cook turned to the scene, brows immediately furrowing at the man's body language, and heart aching for your innocent, engaged expression.

"What the—?" he spat, almost disbelieving of the man's audacity. "Is he fuckin' serious?"

Nami's brows raised with confusion, and she took a look at the man again, but found nothing off about him.

"I don't get it," she stated, shrugging her shoulders. "He looks perfectly nice to me."

"You don't know men," Zoro and Sanji answered in perfect unison, voices dripping with venom.

Just then, your tone raised, expression sharpening into a glare as you stared the man down.

Everyone's attention snapped to you, Zoro shooting up from his seat almost immediately.

"Hold on there, tiger," Sanji rested a hand on his shoulder, taking a drag of his cigarette. "(y/n) can handle herself."

Abruptly, you stood from your seat, the man across from you seeming to become irritated by the words coming out of your mouth, meeting you with just as much aggression.

It looked like you both were arguing.

"What happened?" Nami asked, concerned. "They were talking just fine a moment ago."

"This doesn't look good," Robin stated, seriously.

"You watch your mouth when you're talking about my captain, you bastard! You don't know shit!" you barked, calling the attention of everyone in the bar.

"Captain?! You're a fuckin' pirate?!" he exclaimed, surprised.

"Of course," Nami dropped her head on the table, letting out a small groan.

"Yeah, I'm a pirate! And you're a bad-breath havin' ass piece of bounty hunter shit! What gives you the right to talk like that about others when you look the way you do?!"

The entire bar burst into uproarious laughter at your retort, going wild as the man looked around with shame, their cackles punctuating the embarrassing scene.

The boys in the corner were completely floored, Luffy practically rolling around on the ground.

Nami, Robin, and Sanji couldn't help but let out a few of their own snickers, muffling it by covering theirs mouths or taking a sip of their drinks.

Zoro was practically beaming with pride, a cocky smirk stretching across his lips as an angry expression began to grow on the man's face

'Atta girl.'

But, suddenly, all of that changed once a biker from behind you stood up.

In a flash, he looped his arms under your armpits, holding you in place as the man launched forward and sucker punched you in the face.

The entire Strawhat crew was moving before he could even pull his fist away.

Now... Zoro played about a lot of things in his life.

His life—daily.

His money—on the regular.

His liver—every damn day of the week.

But there were three crucial things he did not play about.

His crew.

His captain.

And, secretly at the top...

You.

So it was safe to say that he went absolutely fucking berserk the moment that man put his hands on you.

And, to save you all the gory details—which, believe me, they are gory—I'll leave the scene at this...

Luffy, Sanji, Usopp, Franky, Chopper, and Brook had to actually, physically pry Zoro off of the man to keep the swordsman from murdering him with his bare hands.

Back on the Sunny, Zoro sat on a bed in the infirmary, quietly watching as you rummaged around for some bandages for his raw knuckles.

The rest of the crew was still on the island, assisting Chopper as he cleaned up the bio-hazard your swordsman left behind on the bar floor.

According to the doctor's prognosis, it would be a miracle if the bounty hunter was ever able to eat solid food again.

Grabbing the first aid kit out the cabinet, you walked back over to your boyfriend, the man shifting in his seat to open up his lap for you, which you instantly obliged.

Settling on top of him, you wrapped your legs around his waist, using his shoulders to steady yourself before you got to work.

"Are you alright?" he asked with a slight rumble as you carefully took his left hand in yours, using a rag and a nearby bowl of water to wash off the foreign blood.

His eyes were trained on the dark bruise that sat right on your cheekbone, the memory of the man punching you in the face already rekindling the flames of anger burning in his chest.

He got off too easy...

"I am... thanks to you," you noticed, attempting to quell his rising fury. "Swoopin' in to my rescue like a knight. I felt like a real princess, y'know?"

He let out a small chuckle at your joke, his free hand coming up to rest on your hip.

Though, he was still concerned, the faint smile on his lips staying there for only a moment before it was gone, as if it was never there.

"And to answer your question, it hurt about as much as a punch could," you answered, already able to see the question forming in his mind. "He wasn't incredibly strong, so the most it did was wake me up a little."

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes at the memory.

"And it's a good thing it did because I was two seconds away from throwing myself out the window if I had to talk to him any longer."

Zoro suddenly raised a brow, confused.

"I thought you two were getting along?" he asked as you dipped the bloody rag in a bowl of water. "You seemed eager to talk to him."

"Fuck no," you scoffed, incredulously. "It was the complete opposite. Talking to him was like watching paint dry; but, I had to put on a good show if I wanted him and his bounty hunter gang to pay for a couple of our rounds. "

Twisting the rag, you rang out the dirty water, moving on to clean his right hand.

"He wouldn't shut up about himself, and he wouldn't stop giving me weird looks when he thought I wasn't paying attention."

"So what set you off?" Zoro asked, intrigued. "What did he say?"

Your brows furrowed, your mouth biting back a curse word or two as you recalled.

"He saw Luffy's wanted poster behind the bar, and with the alcohol loosening him up a bit, he got to talking," you explained, pissed all over again. "He said the world would've been better off if Luffy had died at Marineford, right next to his weak-ass, bastard brother."

Zoro's eye widened, your reaction now perfectly understandable.

He would've done the same, if not worse.

Finishing up with the rag, you tossed it in the sink, moving to wrap his hands with the bandages.

"But it looks like he won't be speaking for a while now," you lightly joked. "So I'll suck it up and let it go."

Pausing for a moment, you hand rose to cup his cheek, the man leaning into your touch as you rested your forehead against his, placing a soft peck on his nose.

"But thank you," you smiled, looking into his eyes lovingly. "You were a real hero today, despite what the others may say."

Allowing himself to finally relax, his shoulders sank, and he leaned further into you, content with having you in his arms.

His silence spoke volumes, and you couldn't help the lovesick grin that managed to find it's way to your face.

God, you loved this man.

And, even though others may find you crazy for it, you couldn't help but be incredibly aroused as you recalled the way Zoro sprang into action, beating your attacker to a bloody pulp without hesitation.

"Y'know..." you started, cheekily, the man raising a brow at your sudden change in expression. "You're hot when you're jealous."

The comment took him by surprise, but as he checked your darkened eyes for confirmation, he could tell you were one-hundred percent serious.

"Oh, am I, now?" he smirked, teasingly, shifting his grip on your waist to flip you both over and pin you to the bed.

You let out a happy squeal as he pressed his lips against yours, your body melting into him instantly.

As you relished the feeling of his strong hands gliding across your skin—the same hands that nearly beat a man to death only moments earlier—you couldn't help the warm flutter reverberating through your stomach.

You kissed him back with just as much fervor, if not more, allowing him to use his position to get the angle on you and deepen the kiss.

Zoro had made it abundantly clear that you were the last person in the world to mess with, and as rumors of what happened on the island spread like wildfire, one fact became as certain as stone...

If you like your life... don't flirt with (p/n) (y/n).

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I'm Yours - Sanji x Fem!Reader

Here's a blurb I wrote on a whim last night! Life's been so busy, and I have a small case of the blues right now, which is why I have so many drafts but haven't been posting. I barely proofread this, and it's not my proudest work, but I think I'm just overthinking it. I'll probably edit it a little like I always do. Hope you enjoy!

CW: NSFW! Dominant-ish Sanji, gendered terms for reader, "pretty girl, etc", implied jealousy, slightly dominant reader at end? just a little?

~1.3k words

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Sanji pushes you back against the wall of the kitchen, his hands pawing helplessly at the buttons of your shirt that protect your skin from his eager assault. His lips connect with yours in a sloppy, heated mess, the taste of nicotine distinct and bitter on your tongue. Teeth gnash against one another until the cook finally withdraws from your lips, a line of saliva tethering you both as he moves to pepper hungry nips at your neck.

“Angel…” He murmurs, his tongue lapping where your jaw connects to your neck. “I can’t breathe without you.”

You’ve never seen Sanji like this - ravenous, desperate, bold. His erection presses and grinds against your leg with a force that has your back pressed firmly to the wall where he’s trapped you. You’re not sure what started this, why tonight he’s decided to pull you aside and ravage you, but you’re in no position to stop the hands that worked so hard to open up the path to your now exposed chest. Ordinarily, sex with Sanji is slow, romantic, perhaps cherished. It’s as much a joining of souls as it is bodies, a spiritual union that binds you together by love and desire. You’ve been reduced to a helpless puddle, brought to the shaky state of euphoria so many times by the way he caresses you so gently, whispering sweet nothings into your ear with every careful ministration of his body against yours. Tonight is different, though. Your boyfriend is, bluntly, a horny mess and you’re just as turned on by it as you would be otherwise.

“Sanji…baby, what’s gotten into you?” You breathe, your voice shaky. You can feel his hands work with expert precision to undo the buttons of your pants, not wasting a single moment to expose more of your skin to him.

“Just need to be inside you, my love.”

There’s no decorum this time. No bells, whistles, or languid motions meant to undo you slowly but surely until you’re sunk into a state of pure bliss. Sanji’s movements are laced with a sense of urgency, his words deep and throaty as he slips a hand down the front of your panties. The confusion you feel from this show of desire doesn’t last long. The moment his fingers begin to swirl on your clit, they rub smooth, fast circles against it. Your head falls back against the wall, a soft ‘thud’ being the only sound heard aside from the heavy breathing filling the room.

“Sanji…” You moan, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasurable movements start to make you feel so vulnerable, your sex soaking through the material of your thin panties.

Sanji tuts, and you feel a hand on your jaw, firm but somehow still careful, pulling your face upright. Your eyes open in surprise, finding Sanji looking at you with a glazed-over, almost predatory glint.

“Come on, gorgeous. Watch me while I make you come on my fingers.”

Your face heats up in a way that’s unfamiliar to you. He can hear the way your breath hitches at his words, and a small smirk rises to his lips. His fingers slide further into your folds before two of them find their way into your aching, swollen entrance. There’s no warming up needed, and with little resistance, his fingers work to pump into you. Sanji grinds his palm against your clit, using the the limited space in your underwear to give him better leverage.

“Already so wet for me. My needy, pretty girl.” He praises, his smirk widening as his fingers curl and scissor inside of you. “Getting her nice and ready for my cock.”

Your eyes widen at his words, and before you can get a chance to question him, pleasured gasps begin to leave your lips. You can’t take your eyes off of him, not for a second, and you can feel your velvet walls clench around his fingers at the sight of his devilish smirk.

“S-Sanji…” You whimper, unable to control the way the pleasure is building up in you. With every brush of your g-spot, your pussy seems to clamp down on his fingers more, making it so much harder for him to move his fingers. Sanji doesn’t relent, though, instead continuing to guide his fingers and pump them into your throbbing cunt.

“Beautiful, mon ceur. Breathtaking.” Sanji says, his voice low and breathy. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, his arousal clear by the way he grinds his clothed cock against your thigh. “I love watching you fall apart for only me.”

You can’t take it. His palm grinding into your clit, his fingers deep in your pussy, his praise - it’s all too much, entirely too good, and the heat in your gut swirls inside you like an inferno. Your hands grip at his shoulders, digging into his shirt as you feel the rapidly approaching climax start to take control. Your hips buck against him like a woman possessed, desperately seeking the friction that’s threatening to overwhelm you.

“Please…Sanji, honey, I-”

“Come for me, angel. Ride my fingers and tell me that you're mine.” Sanji rasps, his eyes intensely locked on yours, as if wanting to see the exact moment you tip over.

"I'm-...Sanji, I'm yours, I'm-!" You chant, breathless and desperate as that pleasure builds so deep inside of your core with every brush of your g-spot.

Your face contorts slowly, your mouth dropping open as your orgasm hits you. A white-hot euphoria fills your veins as you buck helplessly against his hand, clutching and keening from the effort. Sanji doesn’t let up, his fingers coaxing as much pleasure out of you as possible as you whine for him. Slowly, once he feels your walls fluttering in that perfect way, he extracts his hand from your panties and pops his fingers into his mouth. He hums, closing his eyes to savor the taste before finally setting his hand back on your hip and meeting your gaze again.

You’re panting, sweaty, and nearly slack-jawed.

“What the hell was that?” You finally ask, a breathless laugh leaving you.

“Mosshead wouldn’t stop looking at you during dinner. And then he pulled you aside when the meal was done.” Sanji responds, giving you a shy smile. “I’m sorry, angel. I just couldn’t stand it.”

Your mind works hard to retread through the events of that night, and as the cogs turn in your head, a sudden realization makes your heart pound, and a small laugh slips from your lips.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, an almost devious smile rising to your lips. “Oh, so that’s what this was about? Baby, Zoro was just telling me I had some food in my hair. Apparently it was there after Luffy tore into dinner like the little monster he is.”

The only sound for a long moment that can be heard is the buzzing from the refrigerator. Finally, Sanji lets out a sigh, taking a small step back from you, the tips of his ears turning that familiar shade of pink.

“Well, then…” He mumbles, his eyes shifting to the ground. His foot gently traces the floorboard of the kitchen, one of his hands instinctually moving to his pocket in search of his pack of cigarettes.

You let out a soft laugh, hands moving to pull him by the lapels of his jacket closer to you.

“You don’t have to worry about that swordsman. Or anyone else for that matter.” You assure him, pulling him just a tad closer. “I’m yours, Sanji. Through and through.”

The way Sanji’s eyes light up makes your heart melt, and you swear in this moment that nothing else could ever be more perfect than the way he looks at you.

“I’ll never let you regret it, mon amour. I’m yours, too.” He responds softly, his voice unwavering and steady.

His lips gently press into yours, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck softly, gently. Your lips move together before parting, lingering.

“You know, I didn’t mind you being so dominant. It was really sexy.” You mumble against his lips.

You hear him gasp softly when your hand connects with his erection still present in his slacks. It’s not surprising to you that, even in his embarrassment, he hasn’t gone soft. He has an erection damn near every time you both speak, let alone kiss. Your hand gently rubs at his length, and he gasps again when you lean forward to nip at his lip.

“Let me show you just how much I’m yours.”

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Law Relationship Headcanons 

Summary: A collection of random Law relationship headcanons.

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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If he meets someone he likes, he’s just going to ask them to join his crew because he literally has no idea how else to get close to you. Will struggle to broach the topic of liking you, too. Might kiss you on a late night in a dark hallway aboard the Polar Tang, but won’t have much to say about it, despite his heart hammering in his chest. If your first kiss isn’t aboard the Polar Tang, it will be somewhere else that’s dark and closed off so he feels comfortable. 

A lot of the things in your relationship will be unspoken, which can be annoying but he’s really not so good with words. When he does open his mouth, he keeps things short and sweet. Much more of a stolen kisses than whispered sweet nothings sort of guy. 

Victim of near insta-love, fell hard for you the very first time he saw you doing the morning crossword in the newspaper. Quickly became obsessed with the way you smirk victoriously to yourself when you figure out one of the words, even more obsessed with the way you flick him when he answers one for you. 

Started having nightmares not long after he met you, horrid dreams of you dying in gruesome ways, sometimes at the hands of the Donquixote family, other times at the hands of the World Government. Feels physically ill himself when you catch even a slight cold due to his past and the sheer number of people he knew who were taken from him. Tries to keep you out of danger to an almost comical degree, forcing you to sit down and have a conversation about it.  

Will happily answer to both Captain and Doctor and daddy.

If you have long hair, he keeps a hair tie or two on his wrist for you. Claims it’s just because you’re so annoying when you lose all of yours and complain incessantly about it. 

Lays in bed when you get out of the shower and watches you brush your hair. Actually got mad at you the first time he saw you brush your hair in a common space (before you two were an item) because it had such a strong effect on him and he didn’t know what to do; accused you of getting hair all over the place or something equally ridiculous; when you tell him Bepo sheds more than you, he starts grumbling under his breath and leaves the room. 

Writes you small notes on scraps of paper and folds them into origami- swans, rabbits, flowers, butterflies, you name it; he keeps a mental chart of your reaction to each shape and ranks them accordingly, saving the best ones for hard days. The notes aren’t anything particularly heartfelt or special, just small mundane things such as, “y/n-ah, don’t forget to take it easy today. You’re still injured,” or a book title and page number because he read something he thought you might find interesting. You’ve taken to using the origami notes as bookmarks, which makes his heart swell with pride and something else he knows deep down is love but is hesitant to name. 

He also made you a bouquet of origami flowers for you to keep on your nightstand since you complained there’s not enough light under the sea for you to keep a plant alive. Sometimes, he’ll make some new flowers to freshen up the bouquet (you have a box in your desk drawer where you stash the old ones). 

When you two are cooking, he gets a bit annoyed when you munch on some of the ingredients. He’s a ‘measure everything to 1/20 of a teaspoon and not a single pinch more or less’ sort of guy. He’s also a ‘no fries in the car before we get home and eat our burgers’ sort of guy. 

If he buys you gifts, it’s typically practical things, such as a new notebook because you said you needed one, or a better jacket so you don’t steal his on winter islands (you still steal his, it drives him insane because he can't stop blushing when you wear his clothes and he's trying to look intimidating). Also buys you books he thinks you’ll like, sometimes gets it wrong but you don’t tell him because it took him so long to open up and get comfortable and put himself out there and you don’t want to be discouraging for fear he’ll retreat back into his shell. Has also bought you a few dainty pieces of jewelry, expensive but not flashy. 

Is a hand holder, but he doesn’t do it in public. If you pass each other in the hallway, his fingers will always tangle with yours for just a quick second. When the two of you are alone, though, he wants your hand in his constantly. He’ll hold your hand while you’re both reading your books, hold your hand while falling asleep, etc. Sometimes, at meal times, he’ll hold your hand under the table, but that’s only on extra clingy days. (Clingy days are the good days for Law, his bad days being the ones when he retreats into his shell and falls asleep on the sofa in his office without eating.) 

Gives hand kisses. Will kiss each of your knuckles, will catch your hand when you pass him in the hallway and press a kiss into your palm, will climb into bed on a late night and place a few goodnight kisses on the back of your hand, will place his lips on your hand every time he gets it in his. Likes kissing up your wrist and arm before pulling you closer and kissing your neck. His kisses are always warm, btw, and not very messy. 

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Carrying You 

Summary: How do they carry you?

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy: 

We all know he’s a potato sack kinda guy. When he wants to, he’ll just throw you over his shoulder and that’s that. Notorious for reaching all the way across the deck of the Sunny, wrapping his arm around your waist, and snatching you up. 

Zoro: 

Another type to just throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He’ll smack your ass every time he does, too, and tell you to stop complaining if you dare say something. He’s been known to do this in an argument. 

Sanji: 

Bridal style. Always bridal style. He sweeps you off your feet, handling you with great care, and makes sure not to jostle you around too much. He’ll carry you any time, day or night, always happy to have you in his arms. 

Ace: 

Piggyback rides all the way. He loves having you on his back because he can move at his fast pace and keep you with him. He also puts you on his shoulders to carry you around because why wouldn’t he? Very happy for you to climb him like a tree.  

Sabo: 

Always picks you up off the counter or desk or somewhere you’re sitting, grinning when you wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him like a koala bear. Definitely not above tucking you under his arm for safekeeping. 

Law: 

Not the most handsy, though he has been known to pick you up against your will when you’re overworking yourself and take you back to his cabin. How he carries you depends on how difficult you make it. If you’re nice, he’ll carry you bridal style, but if you put up a fight, over his shoulder you go.  

Kid: 

Grins when you come behind him and attempt to lift him off the ground, failing miserably due to his size, turns around and does the same to you but with far more success. He takes advantage of the size difference and manhandles you all day long. 

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