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rbbalmung ¡ 3 days ago
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Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader
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"Here's one from his seventh grade winter formal." Rosinante flipped the page in the photo album you were holding.
In the photo was a gangly 13 year-old with the same exact scowl being directed at you from across the living room. He was wearing an untucked gray button down shirt with black cut-off at the ankle dickies, black combat boots and had a wallet chain dangling from his pocket.
"I bet everyone wanted a dance." you chuckled drinking in every detail of the photo.
"I didn't dance." your fiance muttered.
"Such a shame, why'd you go if you didn't want to dance?" you turned to the next page surprised to find Law in the center of a group photo from the same night.
On either side of him were a red head and another boy with jet black hair. Both were posed enthusiastically while a third taller boy stood behind them with platinum hair and a sheepish expression.
"Awe, was this your crew?"
"Ah that's Shachi, Penguin and Bepo." Rosinante pointed to each boy as he named them, "I'm surprised you haven't met them."
"Such unusual names," you glanced back up to Law, "you're still friends with them?"
"They still live here in Olympia, so we don't see each other often. But, yes we're still friends."
For some reason that made you happy. Law hadn't spoken about friends and you were starting to think he'd always been alone, though he seemed to be fine with being a loner.
"I'm glad you'll have some groomsmen." you smiled softly turning to a new page of silly pictures with the same boys.
"I'm guessing you haven't done much wedding planning then?" your soon to be father-in-law questioned.
"We're working on that." Law murmured.
"Baby steps," you nodded, "we're starting with the menu. But it seems you raised a picky eater."
"I'm not picky, I just know what I like." your fiance protested.
"Semantics." you shrugged looking up at Rosinante, "This man expects me, a baker, to have a wedding without a cake."
The blonde shuddered, "Well it is basically bread."
"Not you too!" you slumped back into the sofa, "bread and cake are two different things."
Law smirked, "They share similar qualities."
"You're impossible." you tossed a throw pillow at him drawing out a low chuckle that made your stomach flip.
You hadn't really heard Law laugh and though it was low and quiet, it was absolutely endearing.
"I'm sure the two of you will find a compromise." Rosinante assuredly patted your shoulder.
The day continued pleasantly as you snacked and looked at old photos. Rosinante had a treasure trove of embarrassing coming of age stories to share while your fiance objected and interrupted frequently to explain himself. You couldn't remember the last time you had such a calm day.
When was the last time you'd really laughed?
Law watched you chuckle at every story. He even had to avert his gaze before getting caught a few times. The way you cozied right up to Rosinante like you were completely comfortable even though you'd never met made him feel lighter. This relaxed side of you was so inviting and warm. He wished he could make it last longer.
He looked out the kitchen window at the darkened sky after dinner was finished.
"Cora-ya, we should get going."
"But it feels like you've only just arrived. Why don't you stay the night and leave in the morning?" Rosinante frowned.
"Oh, we don't want to overstay our welcome." you patted his forearm.
"Overstay?" the blonde shook his head,"You could never."
Law leaned forward in his seat, "We both have work in the morning, and F/N-ya goes in much earlier than I do."
"That's true." you pouted, "We'll come back soon or you can come out to Seattle, we have lots of planning to do."
Rosinante's eyes lit up, "I'd love to help, let me get your number so we can get some things together."
After exchanging information and packing up leftovers at the blonde's insistence, you and Law finally got back on the road. You settled into a comfortable quiet as music played softly.
"I adore him."
"Yeah?" Law's lips upturned slightly as his gaze remained on the road in front of you, "He gets a little too enthusiastic sometimes but I suppose he's alright."
You playfully swatted his shoulder and chuckled.
"You know you love him. He's a great dad."
"Sure." He stole a glance at you appreciating the way the stereo console lit up your features in the dark car.
"You're impossible." you chuckled  again before yawning.
"I know, I know." the raven nodded, "But really, I'm glad you two get along."
"You didn't think we would?" you asked, settling into the seat.
"Honestly? I wasn't sure. I guess I still don't know you very well. It was nice to see you relax."
Suddenly you were thankful it was dark as your face heated up and you averted your gaze out the passenger window, "Well, I can be fun sometimes."
There was that chuckle you had a new affinity for, "Noted."
"It really was a good day though." you smiled happy to finally have one.
A truly good day.
With your fiance.
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The bell on the store front door chimed as you were gathering your things to wait for Law to pick you up. You sighed, Usopp must’ve forgotten to lock up. Placing your coat and bag on your desk you stepped out of your office.
“I’m sorry we’re close-”
“I know-yoi,” the tall blonde called back as you rounded the corner and stopped in your tracks, “What have I told you about locking the door after dark?”
“You can’t be here.” you stated as firmly as you were able.
It was annoying that you still felt your stomach drop at the sight of him. Getting over the love of your life was such a daunting process and it didn’t help that he made it a point to randomly insert himself into your life.
“Well, you reject my calls and don’t answer my texts. What was I supposed to do-yoi?” his half lidded gaze swept over you.
“Because I blocked you. We can’t be seen together, I’ve already told you and your brother this.” you sighed, “Please stop making things more difficult.”
“So, just like that you’re over me?” he furrowed his brows but stayed put in front of the display cases.
“Is there a problem here?” the bell on the door chimed again punctuating your fiance’s question.
Marco turned surprised, “There’s no problem-yoi. We’re just talking.”
“We were just discussing how he should leave.” your voice was shakier than you would have liked.
“You’re the match right? The doctor?” the blonde turned to Law completely.
“And you're the ex.” he replied calmly.
Marco’s eyes widened a fraction before he glanced back over to you appearing to search for some confirmation, which you obliged by nodding.
He ran his left hand over his face and huffed,, “Fine. I don’t want to start an argument-yoi.”
“You should keep your distance then.” Law muttered trying to keep his tone even.
He hadn’t expected to ever come face to face with Marco, or for that chance meeting to make him feel so tense. Seeing your discomfort had him clenching his fist.
“What’s that supposed to mean-yoi?”
“Marco.” you drew the blonde’s attention again, “Please.”
With that he turned abruptly and brushed passed Law muttering obscenities to himself as he stepped back out onto the sidewalk and stalked off.
“Are you alright?” Law asked crossing the room.
“Yeah, thanks.” you sighed again letting your shoulders relax.
“What did he want?”
“I didn’t let him get that far and then thankfully you walked in.” you stepped back into your office to grab your things, “Sorry, he just let himself in. I’ll double check the locks more often.”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” Law watched you slip into your coat and grab your bag.
“Let's just get outta here.” brandishing your store keys you and your fiance stepped out and locked the shop up.
It was just after 8PM and dark out but there were still a few cars parked along the other storefronts. An expensive black sedan parked directly across from your store caught your attention briefly as the engine revved to life before it slowly pulled away. It seemed out of place but you shrugged it off as Law began to ask you about your day on the short walk to his car.
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rbbalmung ¡ 4 days ago
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Law x reader (she/her) ft. Heart Pirates
Part of the Polar Tang Chronicles but can be read as a standalone! (They're all just various one-shots featuring the Reader, Law, and the Heart Pirates)
Summary: Your crew discovered that you and Law are closer than you seemed when the two of you stumbled out disheveled of his quarters one morning due to the ship’s alarm. After the battle, Law left, leaving you to endure the crew’s relentless teasing—which eventually escalated a bit too far.
Tags: suggestive, obvious mentions of sex (but no smut), nudity, hickies mentioned, swearing, teasing, kinda crack, a bit angsty
Words: 5.6k
Notes: I had a lot of fun writing that one! I considered using it for a longer fanfic, but the one I’m currently working on (which will take a while to complete) doesn’t quite match this vibe. Still, I’m thinking about doing more one-shots with this kind of atmosphere—just some daily life moments with Reader, Law, and the Heart Pirates. I already have outlines for two: one where Penguin and Shachi accidentally walk in on Reader and Law, and another where Reader gets tipsy with Ikakku (I'm more than open to your suggestions)
English is not my first language
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You woke up, nestled under the covers and enjoying a morning of quiet bliss. You snuggled closer to the warm body next to you. Law. 
“Morning,” he rasped, kissing your collarbone tenderly.
You hummed happily in response, exposing your neck to him, and he quickly took advantage and started putting his lips all over it. His hands moved to explore your naked skin slowly. You tilted your head to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. You both made out lazily, taking your time to relish one another. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of quiet moans and sighs, passion building with every touch. Lost in the sensations, you were completely oblivious to the world outside your small haven. 
Then, the sudden blaring of the alarm shattered the peaceful atmosphere like glass. You both jolted upright, the reality of the situation crashing down on you like a bucket of cold water. The moment of intimacy was gone, replaced by an urgent need to spring into action.
You and Law hurried out of the captain's lodgings, your attires randomly assembled of whatever clothes had been within reach. You couldn't take the time to look presentable; the ship's alarm was a call to action, and you had to respond quickly. 
As you stepped into the hallway, Law's expression was grim; his mind already focused on the impending danger. You took your eyes from him, and you regretted it immediately as you found yourself face to face with a few of the crew members. Their gazes flicked between Law and you, taking in your disheveled state, and a murmur of surprise and recognition rippled through the group. 
Law clenched his jaw, cursing silently as he realized your secret was out. With a stern glare, he stepped forward, taking charge of the situation. “Alright, listen up! We don't have time to waste ogling. We've got a dangerous situation on our hands, and we need to spring into action now.”
Law's voice cut through the commotion, commanding and resolute, as he issued orders to prepare for battle. The air was charged with urgency as the submarine broke the surface, and without hesitation, you leapt onto the deck alongside your crewmates.
As the ships closed in, the sounds of battle began to swell. The creak of wood, the sharp clang of blades, and the guttural cries of the enemy pirates filled the air. They swarmed over the rails, swords, and other weapons gleaming as they poured onto the deck.
Law stood at the helm, calm and focused, his stern gaze tracking every movement below. You stood beside him, gripping your weapon tightly, a determined edge in your eyes. For a brief moment, his eyes flicked to yours.
“Be careful.”
“You too.”
With that, you plunged into the chaos.
The Heart Pirates fought with fierce determination, refusing to give an inch to the invaders. Swords clashed, bodies collided, and the deck became a storm of violence. Law, as always, took the lead, enforcing his Devil Fruit power and cutting through the most dangerous foes with a precision that left no room for error.
By the time the battle ended, the enemy was in full retreat, their ship disappearing over the horizon. Slowly, the tension on the deck eased, and cheers broke out. The crew’s voices rose together, celebrating their victory as they let the weight of the battle fall away.
“You okay?” Law asked softly, standing next to you.
“Yeah,” you replied, a weary smile curving on your lips. “You?”
“I'm…  fine,” He reached out a hand, gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. “You fought well,” he murmured quietly, his eyes searching yours. 
Law suddenly became aware of the crew's gazes, noticing the smirks and winks they were shooting in your direction. He shifted uncomfortably, his face flushing a subtle shade of pink. He quickly stood back to address the crew.
“Alright, everyone. You did well,” Law said, his voice firm and commanding once more. “Let's get this mess cleaned up, and everyone back to their duties.” And just like that, he turned on his heel and walked away.
You were used to the attention and the rumors that swirled about Law and you, but being caught in a compromising position earlier still made you feel awkward and exposed. You felt a pang of irritation at Law's sudden departure. You understood his need for privacy, but it still stung a little that he had left you there to deal with the crew's prodding alone.
“So... how do you feel about the captain?” Shachi asked with a smirk. 
“That he is being an ass,” you muttered angrily, starting to clean up, hoping it would allow you to leave soon.
The crewmates snickered at your insult.
“Damn,” Penguin remarked with a grin. “It's the first time I've heard someone call the captain an ass and live to tell the tale.”
“I guess being the captain’s lover has its perks. You can get away with more than most.”
You bristled at that comment. Law was a strict captain, and you knew that others respected him. Being able to call him an 'ass' and getting away with it did feel satisfying, but you certainly didn’t appreciate the implication that whatever you had with Law granted you special privileges.
You felt exhausted, and you didn't have the energy to argue with them. Instead, you let out a weary sigh, your shoulders slumping slightly as you snapped back at the crew member who had spoken. “Can you just shut up and do your job?” You felt hot and embarrassed as you unzipped your hoodie a bit, looking around to busy yourself with something. 
The crew members snickered at your response, clearly enjoying the chance to tease even more. 
“Oh, is that something you told the captain this morning, too?” someone jibed,
Your frustration boiled to the surface. “You guys suck,”
But as soon as the words left your mouth, Penguin quipped back, “Not as good as the captain on your neck this morning.”
You froze, your eyes widening in shock, and your hand instinctively reached up to touch your neck, where Law had indeed spent a lot of time just this morning. You hadn't even had a chance to look in the mirror yet, and now you realize that unzipping your hoodie, or actually Law hoodie, which you noted with a mental curse now, was a wrong move.
Ikkaku cast you a sympathetic glance. “Yeah, we can see those hickies,” she noted with a wry smile.
Shachi immediately added. “We would have to be damn blind not to notice them.”
Penguin grinned cheekily and chimed in. “Who knew Captain was such a sucker,” 
The crew members continued their teasing, their jokes, and comments, escalating with every word. You felt as if you were drowning in a sea of ribbing, and you just couldn't take it any longer. You spun around and stalked away, leaving the laughing crew behind.
As you stormed off, you overheard a puzzled Bepo comment, “I don't know why everyone is making a big deal out of this. She's been staying with the captain for months now.”
The crew's confusion only seemed to grow, and the explanation fell into a series of muttered exchanges.
“What?!”
“You didn't know that?” 
“None of us did!”
You sought sanctuary in your and Ikkaku's room, isolating yourself from the rest of the crew for the remainder of the day. Various crew members came by, attempting to apologize through the door, but you refused to speak to anyone but Ikkaku.
You heard their voices through the door, their tones ranging from apologetic to pleading. 
“Oh, come on, we were just teasing.” 
“We're happy for you, really.” 
“Come out, will you?” 
“We're sorry, okay?”
You were not the only one avoiding everyone. Law was also absent, and nobody managed to catch a glimpse of him. The crew was left wondering how to mend the situation, and after a while, they came to a consensus. Someone needed to speak to Law and try to smooth things over.
And that's how Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin, Law's longest serving crewmates, and closest friends, found themselves standing outside his room. Summoning his courage, Bepo finally raised a trembling paw and struck the door with a soft, tentative knock.
There was a pause before Law's voice echoed through, a grumpy and dismissive, “I'm busy.”
The trio exchanged nervous glances, their resolve faltering for only a moment before Bepo mustered his courage once more. “We need to talk to you, Captain. It's important.”
Another moment of silence followed, and then they heard Law's resigned grunt. “Fine. Come in.”
They pushed open the door cautiously, their gazes darting nervously around the room. Law leaned back in his chair, one eyebrow raised in mild irritation. “Everything alright?”
Penguin spoke up hesitantly. “No, not really,” he began. “I mean, the ship is fine, and we're not being attacked, but there's something else…”
“What? Just say it.”
Shachi rolled his eyes. “Come on, Captain, we need to talk about what happened this morning.”
Law immediately rejected the notion. “No, we don't,” he said, his shoulders tensing, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Yes, we do, and you're gonna listen to us.” Undeterred by Law's expression, he continued, “You shouldn't have just left her alone with us after a fight.”
Law remained impassive, his voice cool and matter-of-fact. “I had to take care of something, and I didn't think I was needed there,” he reiterated. “You guys were supposed to clean, and I had other matters to attend to.”
Penguin chimed in, his expression slightly sheepish. “Yeah, you were…You left after we all knew what happened in the morning, so of course we turned to her…We teased her, and I guess we took it a bit too far.”
Law clenched his jaw, his annoyance growing with each passing second. He didn't need a lecture on how to handle his life, and he definitely didn't appreciate his crew sticking their noses in his business.
But the trio wasn't finished yet. Bepo's worried gaze met Law's, his tone earnest as he added, “She didn't take it well, Captain. She locked herself in her room.”
Law's voice remained steady, feigning indifference as he asked, “So you want me to punish her for skipping out on her chores?”
Gasps of disbelief erupted from the trio.
“What, no!” Shachi barked. “Are you insane?”
“Yeah! What is wrong with you?” Penguin added, his tone incredulous.
Bepo took a deep breath, trying to reason. “You need to talk to her, Captain. And to us—your crew.”
Law's reply was curt and final. “It’s a private matter.”
Penguin wasn’t having it. “No, it’s not. Not anymore. But the crew’s okay with that—we’ve talked about it.”
Shachi nodded, his tone firm. “More than fine with it. We know you’ve been worried about what we’d think. But here’s the thing: we’re happy.”
“Yeah,” Penguin chimed in. “You’ve been dancing around each other for too long.”
“And honestly? It was getting annoying,” Shachi added.
Bepo’s voice softened, but his words carried weight. “We want you to know we support you, Captain.”
Law blinked, their bluntness catching him off guard. Despite their sincerity, he still hesitated. “Is that so?”
The trio nodded in unison, their expressions hopeful.
Shachi stepped forward, crossing his arms as he locked eyes with Law. “Well, it needed to be said,” he stated firmly. “We know how you are, Captain. You could sit here for weeks if we let you. But we can’t let her suffer any longer.”
Law repeated, almost incredulously, “Suffer?”
Shachi shrugged apologetically. “We couldn’t speak to her personally,” he admitted, glancing toward the others. “But Ikkaku told us she’s obviously humiliated—not just by us, but by you, too.”
“You just left her there,” Penguin added, his tone tinged with guilt as he stepped closer. “And you haven’t spoken to her since. She thinks you’re ashamed of—”
“Of course I’m ashamed,” Law interrupted sharply, sitting forward as his jaw tightened. “That should have never happened. You shouldn’t have seen us like that.” His tone was clipped, frustration dominating his words as he averted his gaze.
Penguin picked up his sentence. “No, she thinks you are ashamed of her,” he clarified, his voice trailing off awkwardly.
Shachi frowned, his usually lighthearted expression turning uncharacteristically serious. “Ikkaku said she thinks she was forcing herself on you. That you only gave in because you were lonely,” he explained, his voice lowering. “And now everyone knows, and she feels embarrassed and pitiful.”
Law’s chair scraped slightly as he pushed back, his voice rising in outrage. “What? That’s absurd!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. His clenched fists rested on the armrests, knuckles whitening as he struggled to contain his mounting exasperation.  The thought of you feeling that way—that you thought he was ashamed of you—sent a sharp pang through his chest.
“Yeah, we figured as much,” Penguin said, cutting through the tension. “But she doesn’t know that, Captain. You need to remind her she’s more than that.”
Shachi leaned forward, his tone pressing yet sincere. “She is more, right, Captain?”
Bepo’s soft, worried voice followed, his eyes searching Law’s face. “You did tell her, didn’t you? That she’s more?”
The room fell deathly quiet, the three of them staring at Law, waiting for a response. He sat frozen, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions he couldn’t quite organize. A subtle tremor ran through his hand as he clenched and unclenched his fist.
Shachi's voice cut through the silence, his tone firm and insistent. “You're awful,” he said bluntly. “You need to tell her.” 
“I can't,” Law said, looking away.
“Why not?”
Law’s lips parted, and for a moment, he hesitated. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but raw, laced with an uncharacteristic vulnerability. “Because... I can’t lose her.”
The words lingered in the air, a heavy confession that seemed to sap the strength from him. His crewmates stood still, the weight of the admission sinking in. They had known Law for years, long enough to understand the fear buried beneath his stoic exterior. This wasn’t just about pride or embarrassment. This was about the scars of loss he carried, the pain he feared reliving.
After a brief pause, Penguin spoke up. “Well, we can't promise you that,” he stated, his words heavy with the acknowledgment of the uncertainty of the future.
Shachi nodded, his expression softening. “But she doesn’t want to leave you, Captain. That much we’re sure of.”
Bepo added, his voice solemn yet earnest, “And besides, she always says that life is a fucking nightmare, full of pain, and that you never know when you're going to die, so you should cling to every single small moment of happiness.”
Shachi and Penguin turned to Bepo, their mouths falling open in shock. Penguin gawked at him. “Wow, Bepo,” he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. “I’ve known you forever, but I’ve never heard you swear.”
Bepo’s face flushed under the sudden attention. “I was quoting!” he stammered, his ears flicking nervously. “The point is, if you won’t listen to us, maybe you should listen to her. You deserve some happiness too, Captain,” he finished, his eyes locking with Law’s.
Law's expression eased as he heard Bepo's words. The crew's support, combined with the reminder that your wisdom echoed their sentiment, struck a chord within him. He couldn't deny the truth in their words, even if fear still held him back.
The silence stretched once more, thick with emotion. Finally, Penguin broke it hesitantly. “Um, Captain?”
Law straightened, his usual composure returning. “There will be an obligatory meeting in two hours,” he said, his voice firm and commanding once more.
Bepo tilted his head, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. “Everyone?” he asked tentatively, unsure if Law meant to include you.
Law’s reply was curt and resolute. “Yes. Everyone. Now go.”
The crew spread the word about the meeting, making their way to the girls' dormitory. Shachi rapped on the door, and moments later, Ikkaku appeared, leaning casually against the doorframe.
“The Captain called for an obligatory meeting,” Shachi informed her. “Everyone needs to attend.” He craned his neck slightly, calling out into the room, “That means you too.”
From within, your voice drifted toward them, muffled but tinged with resignation. “Yeah, yeah, I figured.”
Ikkaku gave a short nod and closed the door with a soft click. Turning toward you, she crossed her arms and regarded you thoughtfully. “You should shower first,” she suggested gently.
Sprawled across your bed, you rolled your eyes, a wry smirk tugging at your lips. “Thanks, Ikka,” you quipped with playful sarcasm. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”
Despite the jest, a flicker of vulnerability lingered in your eyes, betraying the weight of the upcoming meeting and the emotional turmoil still churning beneath the surface.
Taking Ikkaku’s advice, you trudged to the bathroom and showered, the hot water doing little to wash away your apprehension. When you returned to the room, your skin still damp and your hair wet, you began to change.
You couldn't help but notice Ikkaku’s gaze lingering on you. Sharing a room—and a shower room—meant you were no stranger to Ikkaku’s teasing observations, but this time, her stare felt particularly pointed.
You raised an eyebrow, turning to face her. “Okay, I know you’ve said my boobs are awesome, but the staring’s a bit much, don’t you think?” you remarked, your voice dripping with sass as you shot her a look.
Unfazed, Ikkaku smirked, leaning back against the wall with casual ease. “Sorry,” she said, her tone laced with amusement. “I was just curious to see how far those hickeys go.”
You froze, the memories of your night—and morning—with Law surfaced unbidden, leaving you momentarily speechless.
“Don’t you have something better to do than ogling me?” you shot back, your voice flustered but defiant as you busied yourself with brushing your hair.
Ikkaku’s grin widened as she shrugged nonchalantly. “Not really,” she admitted. “Besides, your face right now? Totally worth it.”
Slowly, with reluctant resolve, you pulled away the towel, letting it fall to the side. The marks Law had left on your skin—bold, unmistakable—were now fully exposed. Ikkaku’s grin widened, her eyes shamelessly scanning the array of hickeys decorating your breasts and stomach.
“Wow,” she remarked with a teasing lilt, humor sparkling in her gaze. “Someone likes to sign their work.”
Despite the wave of mortification, a small smirk crept to your lips. There was something strangely endearing about her playful commentary, even if it only added to your flustered state.
You turned away and began dressing, methodically slipping on your bra before pulling a tank top over your head and following it with your uniform. Your movements were deliberate, almost mechanical, as though each action was part of a ritual to compose yourself. Hands trembling slightly, you reached for the zipper of your uniform and drew it up all the way to your neck—a rare act of modesty for you.
With the uniform now in place, you grabbed a bottle of concealer from the desk and leaned toward the small mirror affixed to the wall. Your eyes narrowed in concentration as you dabbed and blended the makeup over the hickeys that still were visible on your neck, working meticulously to erase any evidence of your time with Law. 
Behind you, Ikkaku’s grin remained fixed. Her gaze was both amused and curious as she watched you work. “So, is he good?” she asked bluntly.
The question caught you off guard, your eyes widening in surprise as you glanced at her through the mirror. “Oh, come on,” she added before you could respond, rolling her eyes dramatically. “We’ve been pretending I didn’t know for months. At least give me something.”
A groan escaped you as you turned to face her, the reluctance plain in your posture. Yet, under her persistent gaze, you relented. “Fine, he’s… amazing,” you admitted, your voice softening. “I know, I know—you’ll say I’m biased, but he really is. Or it really is,” you added, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips as the memory resurfaced. “I never knew sex could be that good.”
Your cheeks flushed anew as the words left your lips, the vivid recollection making it impossible to hide your emotions. Ikkaku raised a brow, her interest clearly piqued by your admission.
“You’ve had sex with other people before, though,” she pointed out, her voice tinged with curiosity.
You nodded, your expression turning thoughtful. “Yeah, and it was nothing compared to that.”
Ikkaku tilted her head slightly, a flicker of contemplation crossing her face before she spoke again. “It was good, or good because it was him?” 
Your breath hitched slightly at her question, the double meaning not lost on you. The intensity of your feelings threatened to bubble to the surface, but you kept your composure. After a brief pause, you answered. “Both,” you confessed, the honesty in your words both exhilarating and terrifying. “It was good, and it was good because it was him.”
“Well, I’m glad for you.”
You sighed, shaking your head slightly, your smile fading. “Yeah, well, that doesn’t matter now.”
“Why not?” she asked, leaning forward slightly.
Your lips pressed into a thin line. “Because, obviously, it won’t be happening anymore,” you replied flatly, your tone resigned, though a flicker of sadness betrayed you.
“You can’t know that.”
You scoffed, shooting her a skeptical look. “Oh, I think I know,” you muttered, the bitterness of your words undercut by the vulnerability in your eyes.
“No,” she said again. “You don’t know that. You can’t know that.”
A lump formed in your throat as her words lingered in the air. You tried to brush them off, letting out a heavy sigh. “I… Let’s just get to this meeting,” you murmured, the finality in your tone signaling an end to the conversation.
Law arrived, his commanding presence as steady as ever, and began by addressing the crew in his usual manner. He outlined the agenda for their imminent arrival on the island, detailing their expected conduct and assigning responsibilities with precise efficiency.
Despite the focus on practical matters, an undercurrent of tension lingers in the air. You sat among the crew, listening with a stoic expression, but your mind reeled with the weight of recent events. The words spoken seem distant, their meanings muted by the emotional turmoil swirling within you. Law’s voice remained firm and unyielding, yet there was a subtle flicker of concern in his eyes each time his gaze landed on you.
After finishing the official agenda, Law cleared his throat, his posture shifting slightly. “There’s another matter we need to discuss,” he stated.
Your body tensed as the weight of his announcement settled over the room. The earlier incident—he’s going to talk about it. Your pulse quickened, the anticipation prickling your skin as you wondered what he'd say and how it would alter the fragile balance you felt.
As the eyes of your crewmates subtly shifted toward you, the sensation of being exposed made you want to disappear. Their curiosity, though unspoken, was palpable. Only Law refrained from looking your way, his avoidance making you wonder if it’s deliberate.
Finally, he spoke, “I was informed by Shachi, Bepo, and Penguin that there are no objections to this… relationship.” His pause is brief but meaningful, the word relationship hanging in the air. For a moment, he looked at you before continuing. “Is that correct?”
The crew’s response was instantaneous and resounding.
“Not at all!”
“We’re all happy for you!”
“It should have happened sooner!”
“We’re more than fine with it!”
You leaned closer to Ikkaku and whispered. “Did he just say relationship, or am I delusional?”
Ikkaku chuckled softly. “You heard him right,” she confirmed.
The reality of the moment began to sink in, the word relationship replaying in your mind. It felt surreal to hear Law speak of your connection so openly. Your heart fluttered, caught between happiness and nervousness as you processed this unexpected declaration.
Relationship. Did he just make it official—without asking you first? You’d expect irritation, but instead, you felt a surprising sense of ease. When his gaze met yours again, a flicker of nervousness in his expression, you offered him a small smile and nod. His shoulders relaxed, and a faint, fleeting smile crossed his face before he regained his usual composure.
Law’s commanding voice broke the moment. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said, addressing the crew. “Don’t go overboard with it. If any concerns arise, come to me directly.”
He paused, then added with authority, “This is a private matter, and it will remain that way. Don’t get too curious, and no discussions about it outside this ship. Understood?”
Everyone nodded. You joined them in silent acknowledgment, feeling a wave of relief at the boundaries Law set.
With a touch of humor, he continued, “I’d also like to forbid all talks on the ship, but I don’t believe in miracles.”
The crew erupted in light laughter, the mood easing slightly with his words. 
“Now, I’ve heard that instead of focusing on cleaning as I directed, some of you were too busy gossiping and fooling around. As punishment, everyone will be cleaning the storage room.”
A collective groan rose from the crew, though none dared protest. Law had chosen this task deliberately, knowing it needed to be done and that no one would volunteer.
Once the commotion died down, Law turned to you. His tone remained firm and impartial. “Besides you. But for missing work earlier, you’ll take an extra shift cleaning the kitchen.”
Cleaning the kitchen was your least favorite task, and everyone on the ship knew it. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to feel resentment. Law was fair; everyone else faced consequences for missed duties, and he was showing you no favoritism. The consistency in his decisions left you feeling unexpectedly grateful.
With the meeting concluded, Law’s voice rang out one final directive. “That’s all. Everyone, return to your tasks.”
Usually, he would leave immediately, but this time, he lingered. His gaze scanned the room, ensuring no one had the chance to approach you as the crew dispersed.
As you turned to leave, you felt the light pressure of a hand on your shoulder. Startled, you glanced back to find Law standing close. His voice dropped to a quiet murmur, just for you. “Come to me when you’re done. We need to talk.”
You arrived at Law's door later, your heart beating slightly faster in anticipation of the conversation ahead. Knocking gently, you heard his voice inviting you in. You entered the room and took your usual seat across from him, settling into the chair as you took a moment to compose yourself.
“I can’t believe you did that,” you said, referring to Law’s earlier declaration at the meeting.
Law smiled softly, a rare expression reserved just for you. “I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner,” he replied apologetically. He paused before asking, “Are you okay with it?”
Your heart raced at his apology, the words sending a flutter through your chest. Taking a deep breath, you gathered your thoughts and responded, “I’m… surprised.” You paused for a moment, mustering the courage to voice your true feelings. “But… yes, I’m okay with it. More than okay.”
Law’s eyes locked onto yours, and you could see that your words calmed him. Your words—more than okay—settled the doubts that had crept into his mind. He let out a small sigh, the tension leaving his body.
Switching to a lighthearted tone, you added with a playful pout, “I’m still a little mad, you know. For leaving me there like that.”
Law’s response was matter-of-fact, his voice composed. “I know. I didn’t do it intentionally. I just didn’t see the point of sticking around.” There was a hint of nonchalance as he added, “I got injured a bit during the battle—didn’t want anyone making a fuss over me.”
Your eyes widened in disbelief, anger, and concern flooding you. “Law!”
He chuckled lightly, his tone soothing as he hastened to reassure you. “I’m fine, I am. I swear.”
Crossing your arms, you murmured, “You better be.” Sighing in exasperation, you scolded him. “You should’ve told me.”
“You weren’t visiting me…”
“I didn’t think you wanted me to…”
The room fell silent, the weight of your words sinking in. Law studied your face, the truth behind your statement hitting him. He realized how his actions might have led you to that conclusion, and guilt welled up inside him. His voice was quiet as he replied, “You were wrong.”
“Well, how was I supposed to know that?”
Law sighed, running a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. “I should’ve been clearer,” he admitted, his tone tinged with regret. “I shouldn’t have left you hanging like that.” He paused, considering his next words. “I didn’t want anyone fussing over me, especially not you. I didn’t want you to worry…” 
“You can’t just avoid everyone when you’re injured. Especially not me. I… I care about you, you know that.”
“I know, I know,” he conceded, “I just… I didn’t want to be a burden. And it wasn’t anything serious.”
“You’re not a burden. You could never be a burden to me.” Leaning forward, you held his gaze. “Even if it wasn’t serious, you should’ve told me.”
“I probably would’ve told you if you’d visited me. You know, I usually tell you everything. If you’d come to check on me, I would’ve spoken up eventually.”
“You’re impossible sometimes, you know that?” you said, though there was no real anger in your voice.  You sighed. “You shouldn’t have left me there with the crew after they found out about us. I… I thought you were ashamed of me, that I was just some dirty little secret…”
“No. I’m not ashamed of you, not at all.” Meeting your gaze, he continued firmly, “You’re more than that. You’re…” He faltered, struggling with the words he wasn’t used to saying.
“You don’t have to say anything.” Seeing his struggle, you gently reassured him. “I suppose that means we’re official now, huh?” you asked, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
“I suppose we are,” he replied, a tender edge in his voice. “I hope you’re still comfortable with that.”
“Of course I am. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
Law's heart felt lighter at your words. He hadn't realized how much he needed to hear you say that. “Good,” he said simply, a rare smile playing on his lips. “Because I have too.” Law's smile softened, and a more somber expression settled on his face. “It's… it's not going to be easy,” he admitted quietly. “You know that, right?”
You nodded, your expression serious as well. You understood the challenges that came with a relationship, especially in your unconventional circumstances. “I know,”
“I'm not… going to be easy.”
You reached out and gently laid your hand on top of his on the desk. “I know that too.” You laced your fingers with his, stroking his thumb softly. “Law, I'm not going into this blindly. I… I'm just as scared as you are.”
As Law started to object, you stopped him with a determined look. “No, don't give me that look. You're emotionally challenged, and we live in a shitty world. Of course, you're scared. So am I.”
Law fell silent, his eyes locking onto yours as he absorbed your words. He hadn't expected you to acknowledge his fears so bluntly—most people just assumed he didn't have any. Yet here you were, acknowledging them and admitting to sharing similar feelings. “You're incredible, you know that?” he murmured.
Your lips curled into a small, wry smile. You were flattered by his words, but you also knew him well enough to see the lingering hint of disbelief in his eyes. “I have my moments,” you replied lightly, your tone filled with a hint of humor. “But I mean what I said. I know this won't be easy, and I'm scared too. But… I want this. With you.”
“I am a broken man,” he confessed, his tone filled with an undercurrent of regret and a hint of shame.
Your gaze didn't waver.  “And I won't fix you,” you said quietly. “And I am a broken woman, and you won't fix me either. But… maybe,” your voice softened. “Maybe… the broken pieces… just fit together, you know?”
Law's breath hitched in his throat at your words. He felt the truth of your statement deep within, a part of him yearning to believe it. But his logical mind reminded him of the harsh realities of your lives. Yet, something about your words, your touch, made him want to believe it all the same. “Broken pieces…” he mused quietly, a hint of both longing and skepticism in his voice.
“Yes, broken pieces,” you reiterate gently. “Sometimes, the unique things are created from broken pieces that just… fit.”
Law's gaze flicked down to your joined hands, the sight of your touch against his skin grounding him. He took a slow, deep breath, your words sinking into his heart, chipping away at his usual skepticism. “Maybe you're right,” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with a faint hint of wonder. “Maybe… maybe the broken pieces do fit together in ways that make something… significant.”
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Synopsis: You were asked to join Law on Punk Hazard and the holiday season has you feeling bittersweet. you make the most of it and wrap him up in a snowball fight Pairing: Trafalgar law x reader CW: Fluff, first kisses, mild punk hazard spoilers • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •
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The wind howled through the frozen-over cliffs of Punk Hazard, carrying with it the seemingly endless flurries of snow that swirled and coated every inch of the island. The perpetual cold of the half-frozen wasteland gnawed through layers of fabric, sinking its icy teeth into flesh and bone. Every breath fogged the air in a determination to remind you of the warmth that the island seemed to snatch away. 
From a window in Caesar Clown’s ramshackle lab, you watched the snow drift lazily across the landscape, the purity juxtaposing the sinister veneer of the facility. The lab itself was a maze of corridors and shadowy rooms with equipment in it humming with a strange energy that always left you on edge. 
It was close to Christmas, though you couldn’t quite bring yourself to say it aloud. The holiday spirit felt misplaced here, buried in layers of snow and secrecy. You had been separated from the rest of the crew for weeks now, tasked with assisting Law in his mission to infiltrate Caesar’s inner circle and gain access to the SAD production room. The stakes were high, the danger imminent, and the margin for error nonexistent. Yet, despite this heavy pressure hanging over you, your thoughts stubbornly drifted to warmer memories-- laughter spilling inside the Polar Tang, the clinking of mugs, Bepo stringing lights along the submarine’s interior.
“You’re staring again,” Law’s voice cut through the silence, low and smooth. 
You turned to find him leaning against the doorway, a furrow in his brow. Even adorned with his spotted hat and wrapped in his thick black coat, he seemed impervious to the cold, though maybe that had something to do with his upbringing more than anything. 
“It’s snowing,” you said simply, gesturing toward the window. 
Law’s gaze flicked to the glass, expression unreadable as he stepped closer. The light snowfall softened his features, but it did nothing to thaw the ice in his voice. “And?”
“And,” you hesitated, your fingers brushing the frosty sill. “It doesn’t feel right, being here… away from everyone. It’s almost Christmas, and we’re stuck in this place.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air grew heavy with unspoken thoughts, the kind that neither of you dared to voice in fear of shattering the fragile equilibrium that you'd finally managed to maintain. Finally, Law broke the silence, his tone softening. 
“You think the others are celebrating without us?” he asked, a faint trace of something -- amusement? -- lacing his words. 
You shrugged, a wistful smile tugging at your lips. “Knowing them, they’re probably singing Christmas carols with everyone on Zou. I bet everyone has turned the damn place into a light show by now.”
Law’s lips curled into a smile mirroring yours. He huffed out a chuckle, responding, "Yeah, they’re probably doing alright.”
You turned to him fully, your eyes searching for something you couldn’t quite name. “Maybe,” you said softly. “But I wish we could be there with them. It doesn’t feel right without them.”
He held your gaze for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a small sigh, he stepped closer. 
“You know, you’re not spending Christmas alone,” he finally said. The words were simple, but something in his tone made your chest tighten. 
You turned back to the window, your breath fogging the glass. The snow outside glistened like scattered diamonds under the faint light filtering through the gray sky. Without quite thinking, you murmured, “We should go outside.”
Law arched an eyebrow, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and curiosity. “You want to go out there? It’s freezing.”
“Exactly!” You said, a playful grin tugging at your lips as you turned to face him. “If we’re going to be stuck in this place, I declare that we make the most of it. I haven’t seen you have fun since we got here!”
“Our whole purpose here is not to have fun,” he replied, though his tone lacked its usual sharp edge. 
“Well, maybe it’s time you had a little fun,” you teased, grabbing his wrist before he could argue further. His protests were half-hearted at best as you dragged him through the winding corridors of the laboratory and out into the snow. 
The cold hit you like a slap, sharp and invigorating. Snow crunched beneath your shoes as you stepped out onto the frozen ground. Law followed, his hat pulled low to shield his ears from the wind, though his gaze stayed fixed on you with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. 
You bent down to scoop up a handful of snow, the flakes freezing your hands as you packed them haphazardly into a ball. Without so much of a warning, you hurled it at him, the snow exploding against his chest in a flurry of white. 
“Really?” he deadpanned, brushing the remnants of the snowball from his coat. 
“Really,” you replied, already preparing another projectile. 
Law tilted his head slightly, a smirk spreading across his lips as he reached down and scooped up some snow himself. You barely had time to prepare before he sent it flying, the snowball splattering against your arm. 
“Hey!” you exclaimed, laughing despite yourself. You hurled another snowball, but he dodged with ease, sidestepping like it was child’s play.
“Room.”
“Shambles.”
You gasped, spinning just in time to feel a cold explosion against your shoulder. Law stood behind you, a shit-eating grin on his face as he dusted his hands clean.
“Unfair!” you yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at him as you stumbled to grab more snow. “You can’t use your powers in a snowball fight!”
“Why not?” he asked innocently, stepping abc as you launched another snowball his way. He waved a hand, and before it could hit him, the snowball launched toward the skies, rendering your attack useless. 
“That’s cheating!” you shouted, but you couldn’t suppress the laugh bubbling up in your chest as you tried to keep up. 
He shrugged, a nonchalant air about him as he bent to scoop more snow. You weren’t about to let him win, though. Crouching low, you gathered an armful of snowballs in rapid succession and began hurling at him, forcing him to dodge and teleport repeatedly. 
Your persistence finally paid off, and hit him square on the side of his head, scattering snow into his hat and hair. You cheered, throwing your arms up high in triumph as you watched him brush the snow from his dark locks, his expression turning into something more mischievous. 
You yelped as the fight quickly devolved into a chaotic chase, Law’s longer strides giving him an advantage as he pursued you through the snow-covered clearing. You ran as fast as your feet could take you, but the sound of his footsteps growing louder and louder told you that you couldn’t escape for long. 
When he finally caught you, you found yourself pinned between the rough, frozen back of a tree at your back and the man in front of you. Law’s hands bracketed your shoulders, fingers curled loosely against the bark, as if giving you room to run if you dared-- but you didn’t. His breath hung in the air between you, plumes of warmth dissolving into the foggy cold. His gaze is what truly held you captive: a molten, unspoken intensity that rooted you to the spot. 
“Got you,” he murmured, his voice low and rich. 
His amber eyes flicked across your face, drinking in every detail-- the rapidness of the breaths spilling past your lips from the chase, the stray snowflakes caught in your lashes, the way your eyes widened ever so slightly as his proximity closed in around you. 
Your pulse pounded, each beat louder than the last, and you couldn’t help but glance at his lips, their softness contrasting the sharper features of his face. Something flickered in his honeyed eyes, as though he caught you looking, and his breath hitched-- subtle, but it was there.
You glanced up, scrambling for something to say, anything to diffuse the suffocating intimacy. 
“Look,” you said, your voice softer than intended, almost shy. “Mistletoe.”
Law’s gaze followed yours, his brow furrowing as he eyed the brittle cluster of leaves above you, their frostbitten edges glinting in the light. 
“That’s not mistletoe,” he said, tone flat, but tinged with something like disbelief, as though he couldn’t fathom how you managed to conjure such a ridiculous idea at a moment like this. 
“Close enough,” you whispered, daring to meet his gaze again. The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.
The silence stretched as his gaze dipped to your lips. It lingered there, his thoughts an unreadable swirl of hesitation and desire. His breath was shallow now, brushing faintly against your skin like a question he hadn’t decided how to ask. 
For a moment you thought he might step back. But then he sighed, a soft sound that made your heart ache, and leaned in. 
The first touch of his lips against yours was tentative, a ghost of a kiss that was testing the waters. But the restraint was short-lived. A heat unfurled in the hunger of his kiss, growing bolder, deeper, until it completely consumed you. 
Your hands found the fabric of his coat, clutching it to ground yourself in the whirlwind of sensations he stirred. His warmth pressed against you, chasing away the cold of the world around you. The kiss grew bolder with every passing moment, as if Law had resolved to abandon his caution entirely. His lips pressed firmly against yours, moving with a purpose that sent shivers through you. 
The world melted away. There was no snow, no mission, no looming presence of Caesar’s, only his lips on yours, and the silent language you now shared. His lips coaxed and claimed, mapping yours with a tenderness that unraveled you, even as hints of desperation edged into his movements. 
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, the tips of your noses brushing in a way that sent a tingle down your spine. Both of you were breathless, your mingled exhalations forming soft clouds that dissipated in the cold air. 
Golden eyes searched yours, an unspoken vulnerability shimmering in there, as though he was uncertain if he had stepped over some invisible boundary. But you smiled softly, and all his worries seemed to dissolve in an instant. 
“Merry Christmas,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. 
“It’s not Christmas,” he replied, his lips curling into a smile. 
“It might as well be,” you countered, your tone light and sincere. “Feels like a gift to me.”
His expression softened completely, the usual sharpness of his features giving way to something gentler, dare you say, fond. He let out a quiet huff, shaking his head slightly before brushing a stray snowflake from your hair, hand trailing down to cup your jaw as he leaned in again.
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rbbalmung ¡ 5 days ago
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Birthday Request Event v2024
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Eustass Kid Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: BDSM AU Prompt: Contractually Obligated Gift Giver: @indydonuts
Summary: You lost a bet with Eustass Kid, your current, by law, contracted Dominate. Now you're paying that price.
Content Notes: tickle torture, foot worship, edging, dom/sub relationship - I mean, it's a BDSM AU folks, bondage furniture, mdni
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This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
“Okay, so I sit on the edge of this chair,” you say, seating yourself on the custom furniture. It was a little like a recliner, but locked into the reclining position, and there were supports on the side that your ankles would get locked into.
Above the rest of you.
“And then put my legs up there?”
Kid nods. “Yeah, here, I’ll help.” He has you lean back as he lifts your ankle and sets it in the padded brace. With the first one in place, it’s easier for you to put your other ankle in the other slot. Kid brings the top plate down and turns something, locking the plates, and your feet in place.
You could feel your heart beat picking up speed. You were a little more exposed than you had expected, but the anticipation was also a turn on.
He grabs some nearby hemp rope, far too small to be used for bondage as you knew it, not without cutting into your skin, and Kid wouldn’t hurt you like that. He pulls your socks off and you yelp. There’s a grin on his face as he focuses on tying your toes to the brace individually.
“The point was for me to worship your feet. You thought I was going to do that with your socks on?” Amber gold eyes look down at you and you feel your face flush.
“I… I just… I mean… it’s feet.” You finally manage with a sigh.
“Your feet aren’t feet.” He says, and you’re aggravated you understand what he means by that. “You, and your feet, are cute.” He works quickly, securing every other toe - enough to keep you from moving your feet too much.
“Besides,” he starts, a dark look on his face. “Even cuter is your laugh.” He moves like he’s going to tickle you and you’re giggling nervously even without being touched. The dark chuckle as he steps away without doing anything makes your stomach knot.
He comes around to the sides of the chair and starts securing you in other ways. Adjustable belts secure your arms to the arm rests, and straps across your shoulders, stomach, and hips keep you snug against the cushions.
“I wasn’t expecting so many restraints.” Your voice is shakier than you’d like, but you’re not using any of your safe words.
“More for your safety than anything else.” Kid explains. “You wriggle so much I’m worried you’ll break something before I get what I’m owed.”
You pout, but you can’t argue.
Kid’s always treated you fairly. You entered into a contract with him almost a year ago, and despite his rather intimidating demeanor, you don’t regret that choice. The Submission Contract would be up for renewal in a couple months, and you could either cut ties, renegotiate, or sign a level two contract. The only step between what was considered the casual relationship you had now, and effectively a life-long bond.
Once you’re secured, Kid starts to strip.
“Uh…?”
“What? Don’t like what you see?” He questions, knowing the answer to that question already.
“I just… you can’t…” You pause for a moment. “You can’t, I don’t know, tickle my feet with your cock. You’re not that tall.
“Sir.” You add hastily.
“I said I was going to worship your feet.” He corrects. “But maybe listening to you laugh and watching you thrash around will be enough for me to cum on you.” Putting his hands on either side of the chair he leans over you. That sure, shit-eating grin of his, equally frustrating as it was alluring, fills your vision and his eyes have your undivided attention. “You like it when I cum on you, don’tcha?”
You look away but he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks, making you look at him. He doesn’t even have to prompt you a second time and you nod.
“Yesh.”
Leaning down he gives you a kiss that’s entirely too brief before standing up. “Alright, so the rules are simple. You lost the bet, which gives me an hour to do whatever I want. What I want to do is worship your feet, since you were so against the idea. Normal rules apply, your safe words are still legit. You’re not going to get punished for using them, but there will be perks if you can endure it, so good luck.”
With you in the chair, against Kid’s height, the soles of your feet weren’t even to his chest. Tall bastard.
One hand grabs your toes, holding them even though they’re tied snugly. Your foot tenses just from the touch, you can’t help it. You’re ticklish as hell, and your feet are the worst. It’s a small struggle just to scrub your own feet.
The first kiss against your heel makes you squeak, but the one after that causes little more than a heavy breath to pass your lips. You’re holding onto the arm rests for dear life as his tongue slips over the arch of your foot. It’s a strange mix of ticklish, weird, and unexpectedly erotic. You’re not sure what to think, but the tip of his tongue flicks back and forth and that tickles more than anything.
The first laugh passes your lips and your fate is sealed.
Kid licks and kisses your feet for a few moments, changing from the tip of his tongue, to the flat of it. Shifting between kisses, licks and nibbles. The feel of his teeth made you scream and thrash as you struggled with the intense sensation of TICKLE compared to your current immobility.
He wasn’t non-stop in his actions, stopping enough to let you catch your breath, but once he was done leaning down to worship your feet, he put a hand over each sole, standing between your feet and looking down at you. The expression on his face was enough.
“No, no, no, please, please…” You were begging, sure, but nervousness and shivering laughter was already spilling out of you. “No, no, don’t tickle me, don’t!” You say futilely as he rubs his thumbs into the arches of your feet. “Aaaaaaugh, you meanie!”
“Is that really how you want to talk to me right now?” He warns and you can’t help your laugh.
“No, yes, but no, please. C’mon, Kid-.” You tense up and freeze. Aw hells you used his name without permission during a session. A punishment session at that.
He looks at you as a clammy sweat breaks out on your skin. The soft snorted chuckle makes you whimper and he steps away, moving out of your sight for a few minutes before coming back.
“Eyes closed, sub.” He commands, and you close your eyes.
“Yessir.”
“If you open your eyes before I say so, I’ll be edging you for a week, understood?”
You whimper. He did it once before when you were barely a month in. You thought you’d be a brat, and he put you in your place quickly. When Kid says he’s going to edge you for a week, it involves edging you six or seven times a day for the whole week.
“Yes, sir.”
Kid grabs your waist band, and pulls your pants and underwear up to your knees. You hear him use a zip tie to keep them snug and in place.
His finger is against your slit and you sigh softly. “You’re wet,” he teases. “All that yammerin’ and complainin’ and you’re soaked.”
He spreads your labia with his fingers and nestles something against your clit. It’s thick and heavy, probably a wand.
… Oh.
Oh no, it’s probably the one that plugs into the fucking wall.
You flex your fingers and feel Kids nails drag from the curve of your ass up your thigh. You grunt, trying not to laugh from the sensation, and then he pats your ass.
“Do your best not to move, sub.” He commands.
“Y-yes, sir.”
He turns the wand on, the powerful vibrations sinking into your clit and making your whole body shudder. You sigh in pleasure from the initial sensation and then starts laughing as Kid tickles your foot with his free hand. He continues until you’re red in the face, gasping for air, cutting off the wand and holding onto your foot until you catch your breath.
Then the wand comes on again and he’s tickling your other foot until you’re screaming, laughing and moaning. Your body can’t seem to decide what sensation to focus on, and instead shifts between them without warning. You can’t get away from any of it, either, tied tight and restrained well as you are. There’s no escape from the stimulation.
Once you start to feel a little light headed he cuts it all off again.
“Oh gods-ahhhhh, fuck.” You huff into the air and the wand turns on while he licks and nips at your foot. Your laughter is dotted with swears and pleas for him to stop. No matter how much you beg him to stop he won’t.
‘Stop’ and ‘No’ were phrases that had no power during sessions.
“You cum before the hour’s up, sub,” Kid says, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ll be getting lots of deep throat practice in while you’re edged for that week.”
He doesn’t wait for affirmation from you, the vibrator turning on - and up - as he tickles your feet again.
Only forty more minutes to go…
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Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader
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Loud thunder rattled the windows. You grumbled and rolled onto your side trying to go back to sleep. It had only been a few hours since you passed out after drinking all evening with Roci. The room was still dark and quiet save for the weather outside. Law shifted in front of you but remained facing the wall.
"You ok?” He asked quietly.
Normally you enjoyed storms, but right now it was so incredibly loud. Your head was pounding and full of static. Even with your eyes closed you could feel the room spinning. The churning in your stomach made you think twice about speaking.
"F/N?" Your fiance rolled over carefully to look at you.
"-I-I'm.." You flinched at the volume of your own voice.
"Hungover." He stated, a small understanding smile bending his lips.
You didn't need to say anything to confirm. Even in the dark he could see you'd gone clammy. His hand tenderly brushed over your forehead to check your temperature. You closed your eyes to try and regain your bearings.
"Breathe, please.” Law gently commanded, “In through your nose and out through your mouth.”
"Too nauseous." You muttered.
"I know,” he replied,"it'll help I promise."
You did as instructed, but it only took a few seconds to confirm it was too late for breathing exercises. The way you jolted up and frantically tossed the blankets aside had Law moving just as quickly.
"No!” You called sprinting for the bathroom and slamming the door before Law could follow.
"F/N-ya, I've seen people vomit." He began to knock as you lost your dinner.
"I-I'm fine!" You coughed and gagged.
When you were sure your stomach was empty you brushed your teeth and washed your face before stepping back into the bedroom.
Law was sitting cross-legged in the center of your bed. He'd had a harder time respecting your wishes than he thought he would. For a few minutes he stood at the bathroom door anticipating a change of mind. But you didn't.
You didn't need him.
There was a dull sting of rejection. Of course rationally he knew you weren't actually rejecting him. You didn't want him to see you retching and crying. He was a doctor, arguably used to this, but at home he was your fiance. It was a much longer time before Marco was allowed to see you this messy.
He shifted on the mattress and moved the blankets back, “Feel a little better?”
“Sober-” You winced at your own raspy response.
Bile had done a number on your throat.
“I'll get you some water.” Your fiance stood as you crawled back into the comfort of your bed.
He was gone less than a minute, shutting the door softly behind him before placing the glass of room temperature water on your nightstand.
“I don't feel like it has been long enough for you to take pain meds, but if you're still uncomfortable in an hour it should be ok.” He slipped into his side of the bed and laid facing you.
“I don't even know what time it is.” You sipped the water and inched down to get comfortable in your pillows as thunder rumbled outside.
“Close to four, there's still plenty of time for rest.” He watched you sigh and stare at the ceiling, “Is there anything else I can do?”
“Just let me rot.”
“I'm sorry to tell you, the prognosis is good.” He chuckled, “Just some temporary suffering.”
“Ugh.” You groaned, “Never drinking again.”
“Let's just practice moderation next time.” Law suggested sliding his arm under his pillows so he could be more comfortable.
“Mhm.” You hummed, closing your eyes as a new wave of nausea washed over you.
Recognizing your discomfort, Law moved a little closer and shifted onto his back, “Here,”
You glanced over at him confused and squeaked when he slipped his arm under you to pull you close. Finally catching on, you moved on your own to rest your head against his shoulder. Once settled he began rubbing soothing circles over your back while humming softly. His voice was pleasantly deep, even and in key. For a moment you were distracted enough to not realize you'd been clinging to Law’s bare torso.
“My mother used to do this when we were sick,” He explained, “to help us sleep.”
“I don't hate it.” You murmured cheekily through a yawn.
“I know.” There was a smile in his voice before he started humming again.
Soon your nausea subsided enough for you to drift back off to sleep.
Law laid awake a bit longer. Having you nestled against him snoozing comfortably made his chest tight. Not the usual anxiety that seemed to reside there.
This was a flutter of excitement.
A small taste of happiness that had felt so far away months ago.
Daylight poured through the small part in the curtains across the room casting a thin golden line down your face. Scrunching your nose you attempted to move out of the sun spot. As your brain began to reboot you quickly realized you'd been snuggled into your fiance’s chest. His arms still loosely wrapped around you, your legs tangled under the blankets.
In the last few weeks you'd shared each other's beds but cuddling had never really come into play, you were still very conscious of personal space.
He was so unexpectedly warm and soft and comfortable.
“Go back to sleep.” Law murmured, not bothering to open his eyes.
“The sun.” You whispered back.
His left eye slowly opened to confirm your soft complaint. Wordlessly he shifted away to allow you to move facing away from him while he slipped his arm around you and nuzzled into your nape. Goosebumps flashed over your skin. There was no way you were going back to sleep now, it didn't matter how exhausted you were.
Law drifted off again while you took the opportunity to inspect his hand. You wondered what made him get such a macabre tattoo, especially considering his profession. Gently you ran your fingers over the clean black lines. This was the first time you'd purposely touched his hand. His skin was soft and well taken care of. You'd almost expected them to be dry and chapped from scrubbing multiple times a day.
Suddenly he flexed, halting your motions, “That tickles.”
“Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.”
“I don't mind.” His voice was still low and tired, “How do you feel?”
You scoffed, ���Like I've been hit by a bus.”
He slid his hand over yours gliding over your fingertips, “You're probably a little dehydrated.”
“I'll get some more water when I make breakfast.”
Law sat up and leaned over taking in your dark circles and puffy eyes, “You'll be resting today.”
“But I promised Roci-”
“And he'll survive his road trip on the snacks you packed him yesterday. Today you rest.” His expression was stern but there was a soft edge in his voice.
You'd denied him the opportunity to take care of you overnight, but this morning he wouldn't allow that. Your stubbornness was going to have to get used to allowing him to help you.
And so the morning began. You were too awake and queasy to go back to sleep anyway. While you showered Law and Roci made breakfast and coffee. After everyone had eaten it was time for your soon-to-be father-in-law to make the trip back to Olympia. He squeezed you and made plans to come back soon before instructing his adopted son to be sure you would be feeling better at the end of the day. Your doctor rolled his eyes like an annoyed teenager but agreed that he'd do everything he was told.
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HELLO IVE BEEN WAITINT DOR THIS MOMENT CAN I REQUEST FOR LAW A ONE SHOT OF HIS SO BEING SICK N HES JUST SUPER WORRIED N SCARED FOR HER WELL-BEING AND NURTURES THEM BACK TO HEALTH THANJ YOU I LOVE TOU HAVW A GEWAT DAY/NIGHT TOODLES POOKIE PIE
A/N: Apparently I don’t know how to write short fics anymore. Here you are :) Word Count: 3k Characters: gn reader x Law CW: reader sickness, serious sickness, angstttttt (with fluff at the end. i'm not a monster)
Sickness
It took a sniffle for Law to finally see the signs. 
You were already asleep, sprawled out in the bed when it happened. You had been abnormally warm today, spending most of it in a tank top and shorts despite being in a winter ecosystem. When it was time for meals, you opted for ice cream over anything else. You hadn’t been very hungry, and that was the only thing you craved. The crew had made fun of you, but you hadn’t shot back any witty remarks like normal.
And then at bedtime, you had immediately pulled Law into bed when you both entered the room. Your cold feet pressed against his calves, causing him to hiss and jerk away from you. But you just gave a soft, sleepy giggle, wrapped your arms around him, and fell asleep almost immediately. He enjoyed your snuggles, but not even ten minutes later, you had pushed him away and kicked the blankets off, sprawling out in the bed in the little clothing you had on.
It’s not exactly where Law thought the evening was going. You had been so clingy over the past few hours, silently begging him to go to bed. He just thought the two of you were just playing a game of teasing, one that would end in a night of fun. 
And then you sniffled in your sleep and readjusted, groaning from the heat in the room. And Law realized what he had been missing all day. You were sick. How could he even call himself a doctor if he couldn’t see the obvious signs with you, the person he knew best? 
He needed to run a scan. He wasn’t sure how serious it was, and early intervention was always the best cure. He slowly, painstakingly, tried to get out of bed without disturbing you. 
“Law?” Your voice was thick with sleep, your eyes only opening a fraction of an inch. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he assured you. He bent down to kiss your forehead, but thought better of it. If it was contagious, he didn’t want to catch it. Instead, he put a hand to your face, and his breath caught in his throat. He could feel the warmth radiating off of you. Your skin was hot to the touch as he swept your matted hair away from your forehead. 
He was panicking now, but he gave you a tense smile. He had to maintain his composure. “Go back to sleep, alright?”
“I’m hot,” you whined, flipping over your pillow and pressing the cool silk fabric to your face. “I don’t feel so good.”
“I know,” he cooed, still brushing the hair out of your face. “Let’s get to the bottom of this, okay? See what’s going on.”
You gave a weak nod, too tired to do anything else. “Can we just do the exam here?”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. One arm slid under your back, the other slid behind your knees, and Law scooped you up in one swift, gentle motion. 
You laid your head against his chest, and he could feel the heat coming off your body in waves. He forced his heart to remain steady and unbothered, fully aware that you could hear it. 
Silently carrying you to the medical room, his mind raced through the options of what you could be sick with. It was likely a virus, which meant it would be difficult for him to remove. And viruses could change and multiply on a dime. You were already displaying signs of-
“Law.” Your groggy voice jarred him from his thoughts. “I’m fine. Stop panicking.”
He had been so focused on his heart, he hadn’t been paying attention to the rest of his body. His grip on you had gotten too tight, his pace was just short of sprinting, and his breath was shallow and rapid. 
“You should’ve told me,” he said, carefully maneuvering you through the examination room door. 
“I didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s just a cold.”
“It could be-”
“Don’t start spiraling,” you scolded, giving a light cough. “Just do your job.”
His eye twitched in irritation, but he wouldn’t say anything because you were sick. He knew you were right, of course. But he hated when you had to call him out like that. He placed you gently on the cool metal table, and you hummed in delight at the refreshing sensation against your skin. 
He grabbed his sword and ran a quick scan, trying to find the source of your sickness. 
A red icon appeared in your scan around your lungs. “Bronclima,” Law breathed. “A very rare parasitic virus that can be caught in winter islands. The virus can hibernate for hundreds of years, usually residing in old snow caves.”
You gave a weak laugh. “Like the snow cave we climbed down into yesterday, huh?”
“This isn’t funny!” Law snapped. He ran to his bookshelf, searching for any information about it. “Bronclima is extremely rare and…”
“Deadly?” you finished for him. You suddenly felt infinitely more tired. “Can’t you just take it out?”
“Parasitic viruses are tricky,” he mumbled, flipping through an old book. “You have to get it all or else your body just becomes more susceptible to them. It’s hard to use a room technique on viruses in general, but parasitic ones are alive and can move, which makes it almost impossible.”
“Antibiotics, then.”
“No.” Law’s teeth were grit together; you could tell he was only keeping it together so you wouldn’t break down in a panic. “Antibiotics only work on bacterial infections. Viruses just have to run their course.”
“The strong survive,” you hummed, closing your eyes. “The weak die. I see.”
“You’re not dying,” Law hissed. “Bronclima only likes the cold, so we're going to keep you hot and force this thing to die, okay?”
“I’m already so hot, though,” you whined, rolling over on the exam table. At least the metal helped you cool down.
“Good. Stay hot. Stay alive.” Law picked you back up, and you groaned at the sudden movement and absence of the cold surface. 
He carried you to the shower without a word and set you down inside it. You could feel the anxiety rising in him as he fiddled with the temperature gauge, and turned the shower on.
You cried out in pain as the hot water hit you, and your hands flew up to try and block as much of the water as you could. Your skin immediately started to turn red, welting as the water cascaded over you.
Law saw your reaction and quickly tested the water with his hand, but it was only lukewarm. He clenched his teeth and slowly turned the water hotter, adjusting the nozzle so the water was raining down directly on you.
“Law!” you shrieked, trying to get out of the way without moving. You couldn’t find the energy to crawl away from the water, even though your skin felt like it was burning off. Law watched you carefully, turning the water temperature up slowly. 
“Please,” you sobbed, curling up into a sitting fetal position. “Please stop. You’re going to kill me, Law.”
“Hey.” Law crouched down next to you and tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. Tears and scalding water streaked down your face and blurred your vision, but you could see the familiar outline of him. He had stripped down to only his boxers, and he pulled you into his lap and held you close to him as the water rained down on your both. He kissed the top of your head, trying his best to comfort you. “You’re strong. You can handle this, okay?”
You let out a sob in response, but you nodded into his inked chest. You had been through worse, though you couldn’t remember a specific time at the moment.
The two of you stayed there for a long time. You weren’t sure exactly how time was passing, so you counted how many times his fingers ran down your hair. It was 259 strokes before you finally passed out from exhaustion and pain. 
You woke up, now in a steaming hot tub, Law still holding you. You let out a soft whimper from the pain, and Law jolted up. 
“Sorry,” he mumbled, readjusting you slightly against him. “I must’ve dozed off.”
You gave another small nod, too tired to do anything else. 
“We need to get your entire body submerged,” Law said, his voice steely. “At least up to your shoulders.”
“Law, please-”
“I know.” His voice broke when he spoke. “I’m sorry, but I can’t lose you, okay? So please keep fighting.”
You could hear the desperation in his voice. He was on the verge of tears, barely holding it together for you. 
You had to fight for him. You owed him that much, and so much more. He always had faith in you, he was always saving you. This was the least you could do. Clenching your teeth and bracing yourself, you completely submerged yourself in the scalding bathwater. 
The heat of the water took your breath away, and you clamped your hands over your mouth to prevent any more air from escaping. You felt like your skin was melting off, but you forced yourself to stay completely under. You’d stay under as long as you had to if it meant getting this wretched virus out of your system. 
Two strong hands grabbed your arms and pulled you back to the surface. Law’s golden eyes pierced into your soul, scanning your face for any signs of distress. 
“Let me go back under,” you begged between heavy breaths. 
He scowled. “So you can drown?!”
You pulled away from him and plunged back into the water. It still burned, but it wasn’t as hot as before. 
Law immediately pulled you back up, trying to get you to calm down. 
“Soup,” you gasped, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I need soup.”
“What has gotten into you? Where’d this energy come from?”
“I want to live. I want to be with you. I’m not being taken out by some stupid virus. So go get me soup!”
Law grabbed your face and went to kiss you, but you pushed him away. As much as you needed his lips as encouragement, you couldn’t have him getting sick too.
“Soup!” You pushed him out of the tub, and he ran out the door in his boxers. You could only hope nobody else on the ship was awake yet. You were certain that would cause a lot of questions between captain and crew. 
Alone in the tub, the water felt much warmer. You could feel yourself sweating, and you were starting to get nauseous. Your body felt like it was on fire, but you forced yourself to keep your body submerged. You desperately wanted to get out, just for a second. But you couldn’t. You refused to give this parasitic virus even a moment of rest. Law was right. You were not weak. 
He came back into the room with a bowl of soup, and your nausea increased just from seeing the steam rolling off of it. 
Bile rose up your throat and into your mouth at the smell of the hot dumplings. You leaned over the side of the tub. “Law, I think-” 
Law quickly put the bowl down and grabbed a trash can, his skilled fingers wrapping around your hair and holding it back just as you emptied your stomach into the bin.  
“It’s okay,” Law soothed. “You’re okay.”
Once you were finally done, he set the trash can aside and grabbed a rag to help you get cleaned up. “That’s a good sign,” he said, brushing your stringy hair away. 
You gave a light laugh. “How are you not completely disgusted with me right now? I’m a mess.”
“I could never be disgusted with you.” His voice was so caring and soft, you almost broke out in tears. 
“Soup,” you choked out, desperate to change the subject as tears welled in your eyes. You didn't want to be physically and emotionally vulnerable with him right now. One was enough for him to handle.
He gave you a small knowing smirk but didn’t say anything. Instead, he rested the soup bowl on the edge of the tub and climbed back in with you again. 
You reached for a bowl, but he intercepted your hands and pulled you into his chest instead. “Give yourself a moment to recuperate,” he said. “How’s the water feel?”
“Hot,” you groaned, but you nuzzled your head into his chest. “You’re a nice addition though.”
He trailed his finger up and down your spine, both of you laying against each other in silence. You could almost fall asleep like this if the water weren’t so uncomfortable. 
After a few minutes, he tapped lightly on your back. “Ready for the soup?”
“I’m probably going to barf again,” you warned. 
“I think I can handle it. I’m a doctor after all.”
You rolled your eyes, but picked up the bowl. It was so hot that you almost dropped it from shock, but Law grabbed your hands to steady it, and he nodded at you encouragingly.
The best course of action would probably be to drink the broth first, and then eat the dumplings. You pressed your lips to the rim of the bowl and inhaled. The steam burned your nostrils and the back of your throat. Every part of you was screaming in anguish, but you opened your mouth and tilted the bowl upwards. 
The broth flooded your senses- first with flavor, and then immediately with a burning sensation. You sputtered and choked from the pain, and Law pulled the bowl away from you as you coughed, attempting to clear your airway. You tried to settle yourself down, but you couldn’t figure out what was wrong. It was like you were choking and hyperventilating all at once. There was too much air, yet not enough. 
Law put the bowl of soup on the edge of the tub and began rubbing your back, trying to get you to calm down. You could see the panic in his eyes, despite his cool exterior. 
“What hurts?” He asked urgently. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine,” you said between coughs. “Just burns.”
After another few minutes, you finally calmed down enough to breathe without coughing. “Let’s try again,” you offered. 
“I hate being so useless,” Law said. “You’re working so hard and I can’t even do anything to help.”
“What are you talking about?” you scoffed. “You’re the only thing keeping me going. Every ounce of me wants to give up. And I would’ve if it weren’t for you.”
“That’s not what I-”
“Being a doctor is more than just operations, okay? You’re doing the best you can. Cut yourself some slack, Trafalgar Law.” The amount of energy you had to use just to form those words was making you a little dizzy, but you didn’t regret it. “Now give me that soup.”
It burned going down. You wanted to scream and cry and curse, but you didn’t. Even with tears streaming down your face, you drank the entire bowl. You could feel your stomach bubbling, trying to decide if it should reject the liquid again, but it stayed down. 
Law moved you to the shower again, and you let the hot water rush over your skin while he refilled the tub. The water from the showerhead still burned, but it was more like a tingling sensation now. You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. You’d mention it to Law later; you didn’t want to inconvenience him with possible bad news at the moment. 
“Ready to move back to the tub?” he asked, poking his head into the shower. 
You gave a weak nod and pulled yourself to your feet. You began to take a step, but stumbled and fell. Law closed the gap between you in an instant, catching you and keeping you steady before you hit the ground. 
“You’re standing,” Law said, looking at you as if you had just performed a miracle. “You haven’t stood on your own since you got into bed last night.”
You gave him a smile. “Help me to the bath? I don’t think I’m quite ready to walk on my own.”
“You’re standing, though! Do you know how big of a deal this is?” You could hear the excitement in Law’s voice, which sparked your own joy. 
“Tell me.” You took a step towards the bath, your arm wrapped around Law for support. 
“You don’t understand,” Law said. “Bronclima takes your energy from you and you never get it back as long as it’s alive. If you’re regaining energy, then…” He helped you into the tub, afraid to say the last part. He was scared to hope for the best outcome. 
The water felt warm against your skin, but in an almost pleasant way now. You sat down and sunk into the water so that your entire body up to your shoulders was submerged once again. 
A blue hue emitted around the room, and Law ran another scan on your body and you closed your eyes and enjoyed the steamy atmosphere. 
“Clear,” Law mumbled. “It’s clear.” You could hear the scan being run again, and the soft positive beep of no issues being found. 
“Am I cured, doctor?” you hummed, your eyes still closed. 
“It’s gone,” Law whispered, hardly believing it himself. That virus had a 15% survival rate and usually lasted for days. And you beat it in less than 10 hours. 
“We can’t let this bathwater go to waste.” Your entire body suddenly felt very limp, worn out from what you had just put it through. “Come lay with me.”
“In the bath?” Law raised an eyebrow, but you held a hand out, beckoning him in. You knew he couldn’t say no to you after all you had been through. 
He gingerly stepped into the tub and rested his back against the wall of the tub. You felt his tattooed arms wrap around you and pull you up onto his chest. You rested on him, the water feeling much more inviting now than it had earlier. 
“This is nice,” you murmured, already starting to doze off to sleep.
“We can lay here as long as you want,” Law said. He held his composure until he was certain you were asleep, and then cried silent tears of relief until his eyes were red and puffy. He had been so close to losing you because of his negligence, and he vowed to never take you for granted again. 
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i'll crawl home to you
trafalgar law x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb c/w: it's hozier so religious themes, reader is referred to as an 'angel' and a 'goddess'.
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I've done terrible things in the past...
It was always an excuse, a justification, a way for Trafalgar Law to convince himself he deserved all the terrible things that happened to him. He was a man of solitude, preferring his own company to that of others, and if others wanted to stay beside him, it was their funeral.
It was the first thing he told you, in the back alley of a marketplace, his blank hands grasping bags of meat. He was young, in his late teens when he asked you to join his crew. You seemed like a critical addition to the Heart Pirates, your expertise and skills in an area he hadn't considered essential.
It was a whim, something he hadn't discussed with Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin, but Law wanted to make this call without their commentary. It felt right to ask you, like the strings of fate were pulling the air from his lungs and puppetting his lips.
It was briefly surprising when you agreed to join, despite his initial warning, and he felt his heart flip in a way it hadn't before. You never questioned him like you should have, but, when you're young and eager to leave your small island, any out is enticing.
All I care about is who you are in the present...
Trafalgar Law didn't know it at the time, but you'd nestled yourself beside his heart and vowed to remain there for eternity.
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When the Navy had come looking for Trafalgar Law, famed pirate of the Worst Generation, there was no way he'd go down without a fight.
The Polar Tang is alive with chaos, the air thick with clouds of apprehension and charged by panic. The storm raging inside the submarine is nothing compared to the one occurring outside.
Law stands on the deck, his hand outstretched and the sea shrouded with his power. Three Navy ships surround his beloved Tang, but none had come close enough to harm it, and by extension, you.
Against his wishes, you loom in the doorway, the darkness of the entrance a veil. It doesn't take much for Law to notice your presence, and when his chest tightens and aches, he knows you're watching.
It used to alarm him that his blood-soaked hands didn't scare you, and now you watch with pride. His mind was a whirlwind of crippling anxiety and debilitating despair at the thought that his sins could imprison him, forbid him from worshipping you the way you deserve. But even if they did, he'd claw his way from hell to be beside you again.
"You're not meant to be here," He says lowly, gaze calculating. "Go back inside."
"You need help, more ships are coming from the south."
Law scoffs, his anger toward the Navy growing tenfold. The pulsing blue dome retracts and the floating Marine vessels fall into the sea, the men aboard flailing into the water. "Submerge."
You step aside as Law approaches, his footsteps are heavy against the metal. The Tang shutters once he pushes the door closed, and the familiar sensation of your stomach rising has your hands latching onto Law's forearm.
"You okay?" You whisper, voice soft. If Law didn't know any better he'd think you were an angel.
His piercing eyes assess you for injuries he knows you don't have and then he sighs. Law leans down, his lips a ghost over your own.
"Better now that you are."
You smile and press your mouth against his. Law swears he could get a toothache from kissing you.
"C'mon," You say, walking backwards and tugging him along with you. "Let me check you over."
Law used to struggle to grasp your need to ensure he wasn't hurt after he wounded so many. Good and evil weren't two opposites that he would have contemplated in the past, considering his upbringing, but when he laid his eyes on you, he questioned whether the two thrived separately or could co-exist.
Can good live with evil when good knows all that evil has done? When evil is everything that good opposes? Law thought himself as inherently evil, but with good like you love him like he was not, he wasn't sure he knew the meanings or cared anymore.
Nothing matters but you.
"You seem to be fine," You mumble, pulling the thermometer out from under his tongue. "No fever."
"I am fine. No symptoms of illness or any injuries."
"Just making sure. You never know what could happen out there. What if I lost you—"
"Baby, not even death could separate us. I'd crawl out of the cold, dark earth to be with you. No need to worry."
The corners of your lips tilt up, and Law rests his palms on your cheeks. His touch is firm, and the look in your eye absolves him of any crimes—both a judge and a goddess.
Your hands press over his, and the added pressure of his skin on yours does little to satiate your need for his touch. He's not going anywhere without you.
He says your name like a prayer, his voice low and raw. "I love you."
You kiss his palm, gaze locked on his. "Don't think I wouldn't do the same."
Law sighs, his heart clenching. "You're not going in the ground on your own."
You don't think too much about his admission for your own sanity. "I love you."
Now, it wasn't an excuse. The things Law did in the past, and still do to ensure the safety of you and his crew, are something you admire. There's never good without evil, and as much as Law believes he is the latter, he is half your soul, and it is nothing but good.
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your monster trio nsfw headcanons were immaculate (seriously Zoro's was PERFECTION) could you do the same for Law and Ace?
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@valkyrie-sun-walker
yes ofc! and thank youuu 💓💓 i got the 2nd req from a wonderful anon after i started writing this, so i decided to combine the two! here ya go mls :)
part 2 to this post
18+ ONLY (minors… 👉🏻🚪)
a/n: just me lusting over these men so ofc they’re all yappers, + i apologize to any usopp enjoyers for making usopp’s section a lil shorter 💌
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“see what you do to me?”
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law:
tough guy syndrome TM
puts on a cold front, but will wear flowers in his hair if you pick them for him
the kinda guy who can dish it out but can’t take it
in every sense
he can say the most flirtatious, descriptive, borderline pornographic shit to you with a smirk on his face
but the second you return the same attitude, he gets all flustered and fumbles over his words
he acts all dominant and in control when he’s making your eyes roll into the back of your head, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear
he takes great pride in his affect on you
“feels good, yeah?”
but when you take the reigns, he literally turns into a puddle at your fingertips
- “cat got your tongue?”
“shut up-”
clearly a switch
specifically a bratty sub + mean dom switch
so basically just a little bitch 24/7
when he’s a mean dom tho, he is a fucking mean dom
he’ll edge you until your crying from frustration, and then make you cum over and over until you lose count
“honey, are those tears? it’s just too much for you, isn’t it”
“you wanna be a good little slut for me, don’t you? then hold it.”
“count down from ten, nice and slow, and don’t you dare fucking cum until you get to one”
has a choking kink (giving and receiving)
also really likes to use toys on you, or watch you use them yourself
his favorite tho is your wand vibrator
he’ll hold it against your clit until you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and you’re eyes are watering from overstimulation
or he’ll push it against you while he thrusts into you at a brutal pace, making you feel so much pleasure all at once that you see white behind your eyelids
he’s not a huge fan of pda, unless he’s jealous, and then he’s got you pressed against a wall with his tongue down your throat
if you get needy while he’s busy, he’ll make you ride his thigh
he’ll continue on with his work, acting as if you aren’t even there soaking through his jeans
his gentle hand on your hip, dick already hard against your knee, and a soft “good job, baby” when you cum are the only indicators that he was paying attention at all
get’s rly cocky when he catches u staring at his chest/back/tattoos
even worse when it’s his hands
will 100% use it against you to tease you all the time
will put his hands on your waist/thigh if he catches you looking for too long in public
then later he’ll make you come on his fingers and keep his mouth running the whole time
“bet this is what you were thinking about, huh. staring at my my fingers all day? couldn’t help it, could you?”
“oh, you can take more than that. cmon, one more”
“awh baby, i can feel you squeezin me already. you wanna cum so bad, don’t you sweetheart? not yet.”
he’ll get you right to the edge just to slow down to an agonizing pace and then make you beg him to let you cum
then he’ll have you suck his fingers clean
he’s a menace
but he’s also really good at aftercare, and will tell you how well you did and make you feel so loved and relaxed
now, as a bratty sub…
he is such a pain in the ass
he knows every way to get under your skin and get you exactly where he wants you
when you’re kissing him he’ll fight you for dominance even though he’s clearly losing
makes sassy ass comments whenever you speak just to piss you off
he could literally already be doing something but refuse if you tell him to
- “take off your pants”
“say please”
even when he admits defeat, he’ll continue to run his mouth for as long as possible before his brain turns to mush
if you use your mouth on him, it’s over
he’ll go from being a brat, to gripping the sheets in seconds
once you shut his brain off, he’s a total mess
his hands and mouth sloppy and all over you
when you ride him, he can’t take his eyes off of where your bodies meet, groaning at the wet sounds of your slick with every bounce
when he does look up at you he almost busts as soon as he sees your proud smile and blown out eyes looking down at him
his moans are loud and gravelly, and he’s desperately gripping at your hips, and whining, and cursing, and panting in your ear
the only words he seems to remember are “fuck” and your name
he loves it when your mean
- “you don’t get to touch unless you ask nicely. go on.”
“oh fuck- please”
also low key a sucker for light bondage (both ways)
acts like he doesn’t like when you mark him up because he doesn’t want other people to see, but it’s actually because every time he see’s your work on his skin he wants to pounce on you
and he can’t have that 24/7 now can he (i wish tho tbh)
will bite on your shoulder when you finally let him cum, leaving dainty little tooth shaped bruises behind like a medal
and of course, a few minutes after he comes down from his high, he goes right back to being a little shit
ace:
such a cocky motherfucker
but in a cute endearing way
also allergic to shirts apparently, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t to show off for you at least a little
but he get’s all proud when he notices you ogling him
he’d say somthing goofy like
“like what you see?”
while wiggling his eyebrows
he is a messy kisser
like super sloppy
he just can’t get over how lucky he is to even be able to have your company, or be able to touch you at all, so getting to kiss you blows his mind a little and makes it short circut
soft dommmm
ace just wants to take care of you
he loves to slowly make you fall apart over and over, being there to be your anchor
but he’s also super talkative
“that’s it, princess. keep making those pretty noises for me, yeah?”
“just like that, keep going. doing such a good job”
“just a little more baby, you can take it”
loves eating you out, and he’s good at it
he likes to hold your hips down with one arm, and use his other hand to stretch you open
goes insane if you pull his hair
will put your legs over his shoulders
both a tits and ass guy
will bury his face in either and be perfectly content if he suffocates
he’s always kissing some part of you, wether its your lips, your neck, your thighs, your wrists, doesn’t matter because his mouth is on you
absolutely loves hearing your sounds, especially if you’re whimpering and whining
hearing you be so needy all for him drives him up the wall
kind of a dumbass sometimes, but can surprisingly lead to amazing sex sometimes
doesn’t realize how everyone ogles him wherever he goes
and he certainly doesn’t realize when other girls are throwing themselves at him
you know he doesn’t intentionally engage, but it’s still hard to not feel jealous watching the interactions
but when he notices you’re jealous… oh boy
he gets SO cocky (like more obnoxious than usual)
“awh, baby, are you jealous?”
“you know i only have eye’s for you”
“want me to prove it?”
and he will
he’d bring your hand to his dick, allowing you to feel how hard he is already
“see what you do to me?”
“this is all yours, baby”
“i’m alllll yours”
and then he’d proceed to fuck you until your legs are shaking, heat burning in your chest from overstimulation
but he makes sure to reassure you that he didn’t even notice the other girls intentions, because the only girl that he cares about is you <3
he’s not the jealous type himself, because he knows there’s no need to be
he trusts you, and he believes you when you tell him how much you love him
however, he does not trust other people
therefore, he is extremely protective of you
he’s honestly into pda
he just loves showing you off any chance he gets
one thing about ace is he will talk you through it
and he’ll hold your hand the whole time too
“yeahhh, there you go, princess”
“mm, there’s my girl”
“go on baby, soak me”
does the tummy push thing
also does the knee thing
goes feral if he sees you in any of his clothes
especially his hat
this is a “save a horse ride a cowboy” relationship
loves to put his weight on you, still being careful not to squish you
he just wants to be as close to you as humanly possible
and he’ll pin your hand’s above your head with one of his, interlacing your fingers
gets super giddy and proud when he fucks you dumb
“look at you, all pretty and fucked out”
“lettin me fuck you dumb, huh? lettin me fuck your brains out?”
“fuck, you can’t even think anymore, can you? feel too good to think, huh pretty girl”
he’s a biter and will sometimes leave marks, but he is not sorry
temperature play perhaps
is a fan of cockwarming
im also an avid believer in gamer bf ace
so he’ll have you just sit on his dick while he’s gaming, feeling you pulse and twitch around him in restraint
every once in a while he’d move his hips just enough to make you gasp, but then back to nothing
if you do move your hips he holds them still, reminding you of your agreement
he’ll make you sit there, almost completely still until you’re pleading and whimpering for him to let you move
“go ahead, pretty girl”
“take what you need”
he will buy you lingerie, and he will lose his mind every time he sees you in something he bought for you
face sitting enthusiast
will say “i love you” during sex at least once
will also probably quote an action movie while balls deep inside of you and completely brush past it like it was nothing
no matter what pace is set, he fucks hard
he’ll lift your legs from around his hips to push them against your chest, because the angle feels so much deeper
he’ll gradually build up speed, just to slow back down when either of you gets too close, to make it last longer
this will go on until you’re begging
“shh, hey, it’s okay baby, i’ve got you”
“just let it build with me, hm? we have all the time in the world”
“promise it’ll feel sooo good”
and when you’ve both evened out your breathing, he smothers you with affection and makes sure to take good care of you
usopp:
he’s a sub, full stop.
tried to dom at first, but it was just not natural to him at all
still will try to act all tough and in control, but he’s in the palm of your hand in seconds every time
more than willing to do anything you ask of him
gets flustered SO easily
will become a total mess from the smallest things
he gets defensive when you tease him, but he secretly really enjoys it
thigh guy
face sitting fan #2
loves kissing you and would do it all day every day if he could
any amount of pleasure you give him will turn him into a babbling mess
he’ll just say anything honestly
“hmm- feels so good”
“pleasepleaseplease-”
“can i kiss you? please let me kiss you-”
little bit of a mommy kink but embarrassed about it
suuuuper reactive
was 100% a virgin before you, so you have to help guide him in the beginning
you also help him discover what he likes and dislikes
he has a massive praise kink
“good boy” has him panting and fisting the sheets
he also really likes your hands
the way you hold his jaw so firmly when you kiss him
or gently squeeze his shaft when you tease him through his boxers
and even how you press your thumb past his lips to stifle his noises as you make him cum in your fist
his moans are whiny and a soft, getting lost in the pleasure
“ohhh- wow”
once his brain is long gone, he honestly doesn’t talk much until he’s getting close
thats when the incoherent stuttering starts back up again
“you’re so- ahh- so good at that”
“don’t stop, don’t stop-”
“i think i’m gonna… i’m cumming”
when he does cum, he’s either whining your name like a broken record, or so fucked out all he can do is pant and gasp and paw at your skin
he’s also a crier when he gets overstimulated
always polite and says thank you <3
asks are open! <3
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Okay look, its reasonable to make Law a medical student/surgeon in modern aus. But hear me out; kicked out of medical school Law OR fired and license revoked Law who works part time at some restaurant during the day, and by night he's doing surgery in his own basement at a cheaper rate than most hospitals or insurances. NOT out of the kindness of his heart, he just wants to perform surgery.
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bitchimasnake-sss presents: the one pieces AUs
01. (don't) let them cook! ft. vinsmoke sanji!
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there's something about forced dating that makes me feel all giddy inside. and yes, that's my excuse for writing this. no, you don't get to judge me. how about you just read? synopsis: "fuck off, vinsmoke."//"love ya too!" when you heard the words cooking competition, you only heard two things: cooking and competition. and you only had one thing in mind: to get the cash prize and open your own bakery. sounds easy enough, right? then, why the fuck was management telling you to play lovers along with that blonde, heart-eyed freak who was supposed to be your competitor? vinsmoke sanji. risking your heart and cooking skills, all in the name of "increasing viewer ratings"? what could ever go wrong with this? cw: crack, close proximity, sanji is a flirt, and you're one right back. smut in the next part you horny fucks, i promise. wc: 8.7k [the banter got out of hand... so, i wrote too much of it.] m.list
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week 03. challenge: teamwork makes the dream work, fuckers!
"okay then!" jordan ramsey, the head judge clapped his hands to gather your attention. cameras rolled, the crew shifted behind the spotlight, as the judge scrutinized you all under his heated gaze.
from your peripheral vision, you could see eleven more contestants, each perched on one clean, nicely-equipped station. four people in front of you, one to your side and five more people to your back.
the blonde chef continued, "working in the kitchen is all about teamwork. you're all talented on your own, you've proved that so far. but if all of you did your own thing in an actual kitchen, the place will burn down and you all will kill each other with a butter knife."
you caught the people in front of you laughing and exchanging giddy glances, all while your stomach grew tighter and tighter. a light headache built in your temples as your stomach sunk under and under and under. oh my god, nami. why?!
"so, today's challenge will be a team challenge." the older man continued, "i will divide you all into teams of two, and you'd have to work together to make this shit work. good luck!"
and your partner was obviously vinsmoke sanji. damn. curse you, nami!
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previously: during week 02.
your right hand ran over your left arm, trying to soothe the goosebump-ish skin. the cabin was unusually cold, and you instinctively tried to sink back further against your seat to find some inkling of heat.
sighing, your gaze darted around the cabin. you were sat at the neat mahogany desk which had a framed photo of red-head with a pretty blue-haired girl, another one of a group of odd 20-somethings with stupid hair colors, like who even dyes their hair moss green?, a few files and a neat pen-stand. the walls had been smothered with tens upon tens of polaroid photos, a whiteboard with the word STRATEGY and more storage for files.
the plaque outside the cabin had read HEAD PROJECT MANAGER: NAMI.
when you had been called to her office, you had vaguely recalled a pretty red-head of the same name from the interview round, but now you sat in nauseating suspense as your nails clacked mindlessly against the wood.
creeaak! you were pulled out of your trance by the soft groan of the door opening.
"sorry for making you wait." her bold red lipstick caught your attention before she did. heels clacking against the marble floor, statement earrings swishing with every step and red hair tied into a near ponytail, the project manager walked into the room.
as she softly sat down in the previously unoccupied leather chair, her knifelike gaze was trained on you.
pretty manicured hands came to clasp on the table and she rested her chin atop them. a polite smile made it's way on her painted lips as she addressed you, "sorry about the wait, i had to take care of something important."
"it's fine," you shook your head, hands still running up and down your cold arms, "could you tell me why i'm here?"
"of course!" nami laughed but it felt more like a formality, "but before that, how has your experience on 'master chef: all blue' been thus far?"
"oh? well," you tried to think back to your experience. thus far, only two weeks had passed by, and you had shot only four episodes in total. you had managed to survive and maintain a steady reputation for yourself in the top five.
so, all in all, "good." you concluded, "it's been going pretty good."
"that's a relief, and have you made any friends here? any connections?" nami mused, and you found yourself growing confused. you had made a conscious decision to not be buddy-buddy with anyone on the show. you were here to win, not to make lifelong friendships.
clearing your throat, you admitted, "no... not yet, i mean. why do you ask?"
"it's no biggie, let me explain," she waved her hand, giving you a persuasive smile. you nodded and nami continued, "see, the production company runs this show to make money. and the contestants, much like yourself, come here to win money. with me so far?"
you nodded once more, "good. basically, the production makes money off of you as much as you do off of it."
you were vaguely reminded of hearing about the owner of the production: sir crocodile. even the name sounded shady, you had no clue how nami worked under someone like that.
"—and i make money if everything goes smoothly."
"right?" your brows furrowed, tone growing unsure, "sorry, but what does that have to do with me?"
"it has everything to do with you." nami moved backwards, each step calculated. as her back rested against the fine leather, her fingers stayed clasped over the mahogany, "with every other contestant too, to be honest. you see, if the contestants are entertaining, the viewership goes up. and if the viewership goes up, we make money. and everyone's happy."
you scoffed, fingers clasping to mirror the woman in front of you, "we're pawns, you mean?"
"don't make me laugh." words sharp, eyes sharper, "pawns don't get the chance to win 250 grand now, do they?"
"fine, continue."
"im trying to help." her tone softened. well, no, it was more calculated now. "we've noticed from the past two weeks that you don't particularly get along with anyone. keeping to yourself, barely saying anything, only work, it seems. and that's a fucking shame cause you're clearly talented and can win this show."
your eyes widened, mouth growing dry at her unwarranted praise. suspicious. "how do you know that? it's been two weeks."
nami winked, "i am a pretty good judge of character. but..." she drawled on, "you're not entertaining, girl. you are no fun to watch. and frankly, the audience wouldn't root for a character like that! it's television, after all."
"but i'm not a character," your palms flattened against the cold, wooden desk and you leaned forward, "i'm a person."
"a person who admitted in the interview round that she wants to 'win this shit' at any cost." the red-head peered at you as if seeing past your flesh and bones, "and to 'win this shit', you need to be atleast a little bit marketable. it is television, after all."
you leaned back, eyes narrowing, "what do you want, nami? say it clearly."
"hm. just look at this once." the red-head reached for one of the files kept to her left, and carefully pulled out a black file with multiple coloured tabs. she flipped through documents before settling over one, and sliding the document to you.
"what do you think of vinsmoke sanji?" nami asked as you stared down the photo of the blonde, heart-eyed freak that was your fellow contestant.
you shuddered at the mere idea of having him around.
chants of all kinds of overtly sweet nicknames left that blonde chef's lips as if it was the same as breathing air, and no woman in his vicinity was safe. you had made it your mission to stay as far away from him as possible. his darling, love, sweetheart would not sway you! but you had to begrudgingly accept that you respected him. after all, he was in the top five consistently for the past two weeks, and that had to mean something. that something being: he was a fool, but a well-deserving fool.
"he's talented," you stared at nami, stating mere facts, "knows what he's doing in the kitchen, and is a terrible flirt."
"do you dislike him?"
"i don't feel anything in particular about him." and it was true. he was attractive, had a way with words, and knew how to work the knife. an ideal man in a cringe-fail way, you suppose. but at the end of the day, he was still a competitor. you continued, "never talked long enough to get to know him, frankly."
"let me paint a picture for ya," nami grinned, cat-like, "imagine the cold, far-removed woman falling for the overtly flirtatious man. slowly growing warmer to him, talking to him, laughing at his terrible pick-up lines. doesn't that seem entertaining?"
"perhaps it does." you paused, mulling over her words. when you spoke, your voice was thick, as if you had been asked to offer your heart, "but i presume that i'm the cold woman in the story, and sanji the overtly flirtatious man?"
"you're smart."
"thankyou," you dragged the seat back and stood up, "but i am not gonna sell my dignity for the sake of a character. i am here to cook, and i'll do that."
"ah," nami tipped her head back to look at you, "what a shame. i was gonna compensate you 5k per episode. and since we have about 2 and half more months, that's roughly 20 more episode." she sucked in a breath, "such a shame, could have made 100 grand. i believe it's a good amount of money to use for the bakery."
"huh?!" your eyes widened, "what? you'd pay me 100 grand?! for pretending?!"
"well, of course." nami nodded solemnly, "and i suppose that if your relationship did well, and we got more viewer engagement and buzz... then, who knows? maybe i could have increased the price to 10k per episode." nami stood up, sighing, "but since you don't want this—"
"—you'd pay me this amount even if i don't win?"
check-mate. nami smiled politely, "of course. we'd officially put you on a contract, make you sign a NDA, yada yada, a whole bunch of things. but—"
"okay, then!" you nodded, cutting her off enthusiastically, "i can tolerate sanji, or whoever for that matter!"
the red-head cooed, "but what of your dignity?"
"my dignity won't pay my bills." you replied coolly, "should have mentioned the price and i wouldn't have bickered so much."
"you're smart," and then the red-head grinned, "i like you. let me get the contract."
"oh," the manager cut herself off, a hand outstretched in your direction to shake it, "just one last thing."
"hm?" you clasped her soft hand in yours, "what is it?"
"say you won't fall in love."
"never will."
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week 03. continuing the challenge: teamwork makes the dream work, fuckers!
"you're as radiant as ever, love." the man hummed loud enough to be caught by his mic as he walk past you. and hey! it's not your fault that your nose scrunched up and disgust and you threw up just a little bit in your mouth. he seemed to be enjoying this.
your brows furrowed as you hyper-focused on the bell-pepper you were chopping, refusing to look up at sanji as he softly moved past you to go sautĂŠ the onion and garlic.
nami had advised you to stay unreactive this episode. don't flirt back, but also do not start gagging every time the blonde spoke. 'it's the start of the love story of the century!' she had said, and you had been a buffoon who had nodded, thinking 'how hard can tolerating sanji be?'
very hard. because it seemed as though sanji had got the memo to be as obnoxious as humanly possible. or maybe that was just his personality?
as he chopped another shallot into paper-thin pieces, his mouth kept running and running and running, "the first time i saw you, i kept thinking that i don't think i've met someone quite as gorgeous as you. but then you were ignoring me, and i kept thinking well that's kinda hot—"
"sanji, saute these next." you cleared your throat, giving sanji a polite smile, "i'm done cutting the bell peppers."
your partner nodded, giving you a grin, "aren't you the best, gorgeous?"
"jus' doing my job, unlike you." you mumbled under your breath as you focused your direction on another task. but sanji slowly bent down, head tilting towards you to hear you better, "sorry, did you say something?"
love story of the century, my ass.
as much as the love-story had been staged, the outcome of the challenge hadn't. you two had put aside all differences and put your best dish forward, and now you stood in front of the judge as he taste-tested your meal.
"hm," mr. ramsey paused, feeling the flavours slowly. he slowly lifted his gaze to scrutinize sanji, then landed his sharp features on you. putting the fork down, and wiping his mouth slowly, he finally started talking, "i had seen a little bit of buddy-buddy thing going while cooking today."
sanji laughed and you just coyly smiled as the chef continued, "i was scared the food is gonna taste awful, and it does." he paused, and you pretended to be shocked for the sake of the cameras rolling around you, "awful...ly good, that is. so far, today, this is the best i've had."
the other contestants clapped as the two of you bowed, muttering thankyous and holding back cheeky smiles. at the end, you and sanji ended up being at the top, and were given immunity from the next day's elimination challenge.
you had exchanged congratulations and thankyous and were walking out from the filming set when you felt someone catching upto you. towering over you, all you could see from your periphery was blonde and blue.
"hey," sanji grinned, his pace slowing to match yours, voice silken, "we did pretty good today, didn't we?"
"yeah, thanks for the help." you nodded softly, focusing on making your way back to the hotel all the contestants were staying in. it was a five minute walk away from the filming set, and once everything wrapped, everyone usually made their way back and chit-chatted in the lounge. well, everyone except you.
"don't mention it." sanji cleared his throat, trying again, "uh, you don't really hangout with anyone afterhours. you okay? which room are you in, anyways?"
"you don't need to know that."
"uh, right." he nodded, attempting to continue the conversation, "well, sorry. it's just if someday i needed to get to your room, i should kno-"
"why would you need to 'come to my room'?" your eyes narrowed in scrutiny.
pervert!
"oh?" the chef spluttered, eyes widening as he tried to defend his questionable character, "i- i was jus' saying randomly. i didn-not mean to—"
per—
"—vert!" you halted, and he halted right next to you. towering over you, he was dressed in a casual white t-shirt, jeans and a blue button-up on top. the fabric softly swayed against the nightly wind as you looked up at him, "do you have no shame?! i just met you!"
"i am not a pervert! i—"
"are you a," a small gasp, hands flying to your lips as you drank in his towering form, "liar too?"
"huh?! no!" he rambled on, "no, obviously not! i am not any kind of that thing!"
maybe you were a sadist, because watching vinsmoke sanji unravel at your words, as red as a beet made you feel giddy inside. for a moment, he wasn't the suave, fast-talking ladies' man. he was just a man. how fun! and then a sickening idea grabbed you by the throat and shook you like a rabid dog. a dawning realization. you could toy around with sanji outside of set just as much as he did with on set!
"no, no" you wiggled your index finger, and he grew red at your accusations. face warming, eyes panicky, he croaked out, "what do you mean no no?!"
"i used to think that your overtly-flirtatious nature was a facade to hide behind the real you," you tsked, face drawn up into a mock frown, "but you." you pointed the index finger at him, "you, good sir, are a pervert!"
"no!" he pointed his index back at you, wild hands trying to coherently explain his character, "i am not! i am just a lover of women."
you scoffed, "lover of women? which woman loves you?!"
his jaw slacked open, "i- there are women that like me!"
and you crossed your arms around your chest, "where?" you craned your face to look around, bringing a hand to your forehead as you conducted your investigation, "cannot see them anywhere."
but fuck, what was vinsmoke sanji if not a bastard of a man?
the same index finger that had been trying to defend his character now came to pull your chin up to face him. his voice softened, "maybe you could be the woman that loves me."
eyes widening like saucers, tongue-tied. what?! whAT?!
your steps fell ahead, deliberately leaving the man behind you. you didn't even bother to turn around shouting a high-pitched, "uh, see you at set later. bye!", you disappeared down the alleyway that led to the hotel.
"atleast give me your room number!" he shouted after you as you ran to the hotel lobby with a red face and adrenaline pumping through your jelly-like limbs.
"bye." sanji replied back softly, his gaze still tangled against the spot where you stood moments ago. he could smell the sweet perfume, almost imagine the bounce of your hair as you ran away from here. and he fought back a little smile as he shouted out to the ghost of you, "uh, see ya later!"
fuck. was this the man you were supposed to fall in love with?! what a nuisance.
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next morning, 8:03 a.m.
well, if he was going to be a slick bastard, then so were you! manners be damned, he needed to come back to reality.
"morning, love." the suave pathetic blonde cheerfully greeted you as he sunk into a seat next to you at the breakfast table.
you looked up from your scrambled eggs, confused. you pointed to yourself, finger on your chest, "me?"
"who else?" he asked, digging into the waffle he had picked out for himself, "slept well, yesterday?"
"couldn't." you admitted before shoving a mouthful, "was too scared that you'd find my hotel room, pervert."
he just laughed, "the only thing i'd like to find is the door to your cold, unyielding heart, my love."
"keep searching your entire life, then."
"what's a lifetime in front of you?" he put a hand on his chest, voice pained, "i can spend my entire life just waiting for you to glance at me."
you dragged your eyes up from your plate and to him. boring your eyes into his heart-shaped ones, you paused for a moment. then another.
"i looked at you. happy now?" you went back to eating, "now shoo."
from the one moment you spent looking at him, you noticed that sleep still lingered in the cresses on his cheek, and his hair was tousled, way curlier than it was on set. and you vaguely wondered if he straightened his bangs. should you ask hi— no.
he plastered on a dopey smile, "ah, this was only one of the thousand looks i'd want from you."
"jesus christ," you muttered as you dragged your chair back, "better start counting, i'll make sure to give you a thousand glances till the finale."
he whipped his face back to grin at you, "promise?"
you made your way keep your dishes in the pile of used plates, "fuck off, vinsmoke."
"love ya too!"
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a week later, 10:53 p.m.
"someone asked me if i believed in god," sanji hummed thoughtfully, "and i replied that she's right in front of me."
"blegh!" a shiver ran down your spine, goosebump erupting on your skin violently, "please don't say things like that on national television!"
"huh?" sanji cocked his head, his hand coming to slowly feel up his stubble, wavy hair falling in front of one eye, "i thought nami-swan said to take the flirting up a notch."
nami had actually said that the relationship was coming across as staged. "add authenticity!" she said, "it'll be fun!" she said.
"i know that." you groaned, falling on sanji's bed. you two were holed up in his hotel room, trying to discuss "strategy" as nami called it. you stretched your hands and legs, toes curling as the tension slowly left your mortal body, "i know, but that's too much."
he fell on his back, laying next to you and staring up at the ceiling. his shoulders brushed against yours, and from the way sanji shuddered you were sure he felt the adrenaline pumping through his flimsy veins at 5x the speed you felt. swallowing thickly, he asked, "then what do i say?"
with 100k on the line, you had to do something!
"say nothing, have you tried that?" you answered back unhelpfully and he stuck his tongue out to retort, "how is the audience suppose to buy that?"
"love doesn't always need to be said out loud." you shrugged, using the action as an excuse to scoot away from the blonde, "i dunno, though."
"why? have you never been in love, mademoiselle?"
you laughed pitifully, a half-baked kind of sound to mask your burning face, "why are we getting to know one-other now?"
"who knows?" he grinned as he sat up, looking back at you with a certain glint in his eyes, "maybe we'd figure out how to pretend to love each other better."
when you looked at sanji like this, all big grins and tousled hair, you couldn't help but smile. he looked like a kid at the candy store and he looked at you as if you'd buy him the whole place. for a moment, you thought, if he were to smile like that, then maybe you would have bought him an entire candy store.
"have you been in love?" you asked slowly, hands coming up to fiddle with your hair.
"yes?" he tipped his head back, the blonde locks falling away from his face for once, "no. maybe not. i don't really know. how do you even classify love? cause i know i've thought about marrying quite a few women."
"just say you're pathetic." you rolled your eyes, mocking him, "'quite a few women.'"
"hey, are you jealous?" and there it was, that dopey grin again.
"no." you glared at him, sitting up, "you're just so obnoxious some times."
"you want me so bad, it's obvious." but he held up his arms in surrender lest you punch him, "anyways, what were you saying about love?"
you drawled on, trying to come up with something that made sense. eventually, pulling up empty, you muttered, "well... i've heard it's a bitch."
he laughed, and you laughed too. turning left to face him, he spoke aloud, "isn't that reassuring?"
time slowed down, the air grew thick. you and sanji looked at each-other with frozen smiles on your face. his black eyes boring into yours wordlessly, and an uncertain itch travelled up your spine. why were you two sitting so close?
gaze drifting down to his lips, you found yourself talking, "love demands sacrifice, and a lot of energy. it's hard."
but sanji was a quick-witted man, and oh, how he would be the death of you. "how can loving somebody like you be hard?"
he brought up a soft hand to your cheek, face tilting towards you. he held the inches between you, waiting for you to jump forth, grab him by the collar and kiss him till he lost all cognitive senses.
"do you straighten your bangs?"
"huh?" that seemed to break him, "uh... yeah? i like them straight."
now, why did you ask that?!
"okay, okay." you just cleared your throat, looking away and slowly shifting backwards, "well... point being, uh maybe i should start flirting back with on camera?"
"huh?" he asked softly. gaze still stuck in a haze, lips still parted in anticipation, "what?"
"about what nami said?" you emphasized, trying not to get lost in his intent gaze, "like, maybe it'll look more believable if i start flirting back."
he nodded, pulling back finally, and you questioned how much was he actually processing, "yeah, sure."
"okay, then." your legs swinged off of his bed and you stood up, "i'll see you later."
but his warm palm came to catch your wrist. warm. it made your stomach churn uncomfortably. you look down at him, tugging your wrist, "what?"
"n-nothing." he pulled his hand back to his chest, but not before tracing your rugged hands under his fingertip. his gaze fell to your knees, words dying in his throat, "goodnight. sleep well."
you nodded, wordlessly turning around to leave. pacing through the spacious room, you stood in front of the large door. your fingers hung limply around the cold, brass doorknob before you yelled at, "sanji? one last thing."
you heard heavy footsteps and the shadow of a man on your back a few seconds later. his words were hasty, tone depraved to hear what you wanted, "yes?"
"say... you won't fall in love," your voice quietened, "right?"
the pause on his end lasted a century. but when he finally spoke, his voice was thick, "never. don't worry."
"good." you turned the door-knob, opening the door with a soft creak, "501, by the way. i'm in room 501. night."
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week 06 challenge: friends and foes!
sanji didn't really come to see you in your room, or stand outside like some creep. both things surprised you, but you held your tongue back. it is a good thing, after all! good thing he is keeping his distance!
lost in your own world, you looked down at your palms. rugged, dirtied, cuts on each square inch from your failed attempts of cooking as a child.
"—for the nth fucking time, the kitchen isn't just about doing your own thing. it is a place of compassion, comradery and team work." jordan ramsey prattled on, rubbing his hands together as he addressed the remaining eight contestants, "so today's challenge will be simple. whoever shall win's today's match is gonna get the rare advantage of making it safe and sound to the semi-finals. that's two weeks worth of immunity."
the desperate contestants in white aprons looked around, gaze darting from one to the other as they tried to sense the threat in their own kin. a few daggers were aimed at you, and you shook off the uneasy feelings by focusing on what the head chef was saying.
the judge clapped once and all eyes fell right back upon him, "kitchen is all about making good food, but also good connections. so, today, whoever so wins gets the chance to take another person with them safe and sound to the semi-finals."
your eyes shifted through the line-up of candidates as tangled against sanji's. no words were exchanged between the two of you as you went to your respective stations. you looked over your shoulder to catch the blonde's eyes, and he smiled at you softly. holding a thumbs up, you returned the gesture.
what a dork. a small smile tugged at your lips as you turned back around to look at your spotless station. wait. why are you smiling?
for a moment you found yourself growing concerned. well, it's cause of the new strategy! you're gonna try to flirt back, yes!
but your chest tightened, nimble fingers clasping together in an effort to ground yourself. you looked back once more, and found sanji still looking at you. breath hitching in your throat, you whipped your head back around. huh?! why is he still staring?
over the past few weeks, you had come to tolerate vinsmoke sanji in all of his stupid glory. a flirt, but also someone who wore his heart on his sleeve. over the past few weeks, he had stopped flirting with the other female contestants. his eyes always coming to find yours, and when he smiled, it was always directed at you. and somehow you always smiled right back at him. why was that, again?
over the past two weeks, he had taken it on himself to walk you to and from the filming set, to offer you water between takes and to listen intently when you rambled away at whatever bothered you in the kitchen today. vinsmoke sanji made your gut twist unnaturally whenever he stared down at you like you were all his. he made your head spin whenever he smiled at you like he was all yours. what a fucking nuisance.
so, obviously, you had come to the conclusion that he must be a damn good actor to make you question your sanity like this.
to distract yourself from the dawning realization that vinsmoke sanji may have been more than you were expecting, you examined the ingredients on your counter. a slight frown covered you whole. everything sour? you never were good at making sour things, and they had come to be the bane of your existence. fuck.
jordan ramsey spoke again, "today's challenge is sweet and sour. we have picked at random the flavors for you all, and you must make the said flavor the primary one in your dish." he clapped, "you have ten minutes to use the pantry and collect the needed ingredients. let's get moving, chop chop!"
the contestants scrambled from their working stations to run towards the pantry, and you found yourself in the dairy section, trying to pick up milk.
"what did you get? sweet?" sanji asked, his words suave as he tried to pick as many things as possible in one hand, "sweet just like you?"
"sour. the way my mood gets whenever you show up." you bantered back, moving around the pantry looking for unripe mangoes, "what did you get?"
"sweet. but i don't i can make anything sweeter than you, love." he picked out a carton of milk before trailing behind you. he laughed, "i guess that's my short-coming as a chef."
"ugh, you have many shortcomings as a chef other than that." you mumbled, finally picking out two unripe mangoes.
"huh?" he leaned down to hear you better, tone so terribly cocky, "you mumble a lot, you know? sometimes, i wonder if i'd miss your feelings cause you're mumbling, gorgeous."
"my feelings right now is that can't we trade? i am terrible at cooking anything sour, i can never get the taste right." you looked over at him, and he froze as soon as you made eye-contact. you waved your hand, finding yourself growing concerned, "hey? hey? you okay, sanji?"
"huh?" stuttering, looking away from you, "i- sorry. but uh, let's try our best, gorgeous."
damn. he was good at acting. the way he looked down at you, irises practically hearts with the way he took you in, and a soft blush across his face as he tried not to drop the collected items in his hands.
well, the cameras were already rolling, might as well make a show of it. so, you found yourself on your tip-toes, your soft, concerned voice against the shell of his ears, "you're blushing too hard, everything okay?"
his eyes widened at the soft pangs of air on his neck, and he pulled back instinctively, "uh— sorry." he dropped the small box of strawberries, "s-shit, what's happening to me."
"you two lovebirds okay?" the judge laughed, "vinsmoke you look like you're about to burst open."
"s-sorry, chef." the blonde knelt down to clean the mess he had created, and you bent down to help him. your foreheads bumped and you felt him shudder as your pinky brushed against his.
"sorry, sorry." mumbling, he stood quick, way too quick. you were still on the floor as he mumbled a thanks and scrambled back to his station.
"you're welcome?" you whispered, still looking at where the man once knelt. your heart grew heavy at his absence, and you tried to ignore the way your chest tightened as you walked over to your cooking station.
when you looked back at sanji, his brows were burrowed as he stared down at the ingredients. your chest tightened more as you dragged your gaze away from him. what was he doing to you?
12:04 p.m.
vinsmoke sanji one the challenge. he muttered a faint thanks as chef jordon pinned an immunity pin to his white coat. patting him on the back, the older chef spoke again, "good job, vinsmoke. now it's your turn to choose a partner you wanna save."
your gaze drifted downward, too scared to meet his eyes. the blonde chef cleared his throat, "uh... the person i wanna save is..." the next thing you heard was your name and reluctant claps from the other six contestants.
your eyes widened, cheeks flushing a deep red as you looked up to stare at sanji. you expected him to smile, to make a cocky remark, but he just met your eyes with same flushed cheeks.
the judge laughed, beckoning to you him, "knew he would pick the lady who has got him all tongue-tied. get up here, and get your immunity pin!"
"thank you."
12:52 p.m.
"this feels wrong," you mumbled, not looking up at the man next to you, "so, so very wrong."
"why?" he asked back. since the pantry incident today morning, sanji had recovered fully into his unabashed, perverted self, "would you have not picked me if you had won, pretty?"
"of course, i would have." and it surprised you how easily those words came to you. you turned to face sanji, "but only cause i know nami would have wanted us to..." you paused, "pick each other, and not- not because of any other reason! it's for the viewership!"
"i know," he nodded, and his hair shone under the overhead sun. face casted under melancholic shadows, he concluded, "it's the same for me, so, don't feel so guilty. this is good for making people think we're together."
"maybe." you two were walking back to the hotel, talking amongst each-other as you crossed the busy road. you fidgeted, "but i don't wanna be in your debt."
"well," the blonde stretched his arms upwards, the muscles of his bicep straining under the button-up, "i mean, you can always pay me back. but just being in your ever-radiant presence alone is a cathartic expe—"
what does that pervert mean now?!
"what do you mean?!" and your words came out more accusatorily than you intended. eyes flaming as you stared up at him, index finger jabbed square in his chest.
you felt the firm muscle underneath and pulled back when your stupid brain suggested to feel him up more. the picture of a flushed-face sanji under you, top off, flashed in your mind and you shook your head wildly to let the image out of your filthy brain. were you growing just as perverted living with him?! how terrible!!
you started walking again. fast. and stumbling over your words like a drunkard, you tried again, "uh- what do you want?"
he held up his arms, long legs falling in tandem with your rushed steps, "i meant like you could buy me a drink or something maybe?"
"oh?" you looked at him, dumbfounded, "just drinks?"
"huh?" a smug grin tugged at his lips, and he shrugged, "wanna pay me back some other way? i wouldn't be opposed to it—"
"—no!" you pushed him away, rushing to get into the hotel lobby, "no! obviously not." collecting your keys from the reception, you called him over your shoulder, "just uh, text me the details of where you wanna meet. okay?"
12:55 p.m.
"—but is it correct?" your tone was hasty and the red-head laughed, "yeah, totally. i can send some paps to take staged photos of you two walking into the bar. they'll click a few shots, leak them and voila! tiktok edits of you two will start circulating. it'll be soo good for business."
"so, you want me to agree to go out for drinks with him for the sake of more engagement?" you huffed, sinking down on the soft mattress, "that's coldhearted."
"hey, you are the one who asked if you can go with him." you could almost imagine the red-head sinking back into her leather chair as she spun up some idiotic genius scheme, "and i'm saying i can use this opportunity to further your relationship thingy. say 'thanks nami!'"
"thanks, nami?" you mumbled and she laughed, "have fun with your date today! let me know the details and i'll send the paps!"
before you could explain that this wasn't a date! you were just repaying favours! nami cut the call.
you swiped through your messages to see sanji's unread ones. it read:
VINSMOKE SANJI: 12: 54 uh, mclaren's pub tonight? 12:54 does 8 work for you? 12:54 it's nearby, we can walk. idm. 12:56 sorry about the triple-texting, i swear i'm not desperate. 12: 59 okay maybe a little desperate but uh, see you at eight.
mclaren's was the bar a street away from your hotel. since all the shooting sets were nearby, packed into one neat hub in the grand LAX, the filming crew, management and occasionally, the contestants got to frequent the bar. it was a selective pub, only letting people with specific IDs in.
YOU: 12:59 yeah, eight works fine. see you down at the lobby.
VINSMOKE SANJI: 1:00 can't wait, gorgeous. 1:00 i mean i can wait, don't worry. 1:01 sorry that sounded like i am forcing you to be on time. i don't mind punctuality. 1:01 i do, but only in the kitchen. sorry about that.
jesus christ. you almost snickered at how pathetic sanji was at texting.
YOU: 1:01 don't worry about it, see you then.
no sooner had the text been sent that you found yourself falling back on the mattress. as your back bounced, you stared down the ceiling in an unfair staring contest. hands dragging over your face, and an ungodly groan left you.
increased viewership be damned! you were just doing this for your extra 100k.
8:03 p.m.
"hey!" sanji greeted you with a grin as you found him at the hotel's entrance. he was dressed in a white tshirt, a casual blue overshirt and jeans. you smiled back, nodding in acknowledgement, "hey."
"you're so gorgeous that sometimes i truly think i might be dying each second over and i come alive only long enough to look at you once last time." sanji smiled, offering you a hand as you crossed the road.
you eyed his hands; neat, pristine hands. hands made just for preserving the art of cooking, it seemed. as your weary palms met his warmer ones, your voice grew weak, "do you say that to every woman you meet?"
"huh?" his brows furrowed, pretty lips falling into a pout, "no, of course not. every pretty lady gets her own individual line. i'm not like those cheap loverboys that uses the same card a million times."
you found yourself glaring at him, and he squeezed your hard gently in return, "how considerate of you."
but your gaze melted into nothingness when he smiled again, his blonde locks swaying under the strong autumnal winds. how pretty.
get a grip. you pulled your arm over your waist, looking for an inch of warmth against your own accursed touches as you walked next to the man you were to love. you hummed, "oh, by the way nami said that she'd send some paps to get our photos."
"did she?" the blonde asked earnestly, hands softly squeezing yours as he led you through an alleyway to reach the pub, "why?"
you found yourself shrugging, more focused at the way the his back muscles pulled and pushed under the shirt. his hand was gently holding yours, guiding you as he walked in front of you. you mumbled, "who knows? must be some business thingy."
"she's smart though, isn't she?" sanji's voice swooned, hands clasping as he fondly remembered the red-head and her assets. and you felt a bitter pang in your chest, the kind that permeated your bones and made your skin crawl inwards.
huh? what was that? jealousy?
you shook your head. no. it's just cold. holding yourself harder, "yeah, she is."
you're not sure at which point paps were to take your photos, so, as a precaution you pressed yourself to sanji's side. leaning against his firm biceps, you caught your intertwined hand with the other one.
"wh-what is it?" the blonde asked softly, and something about the waiver in his voice made you feel he might have a nosebleed at the fake physical touch.
"they might take pics whenever." you admitted more into the material of his sleeve than to the man that towered above you. "i'm just trying to stay prepared."
"uh huh, yeah." he nodded, head almost falling off at the rate he was nodding, "uh... you can hold onto me."
you looked up at him, only see him unraveling at your skimming touches. fighting a grin, "don't mumble, sanji. someday you might confess and i might miss out on it."
"if i confess, i'd do it with all my heart and soul. and at a good place." prideful words, "not in a shabby alleyway right this."
"hm? really?" your nose scrunched up, cheek resting against his well-defined bicep, "is that line new or did you recycle, loverboy?"
a gasp left him and you almost rolled your eyes at his dramatic nature. sanji huffed, "i would never dishonor someone as radiant as you with a recycled line."
"how very considerate of you."
11:55 p.m.
"sanjiii," your sweet words slurred just a teensy tiny bit, weak hands stopping him from downing another shot, "don' drink so much."
"but we have no shooting for the next two weeks! huzzah!" he defended himself, raising his hand to order four more shots.
"no, no. sanji, you dumb-dumbass!" you stressed, but made no effort whatsoever to send back the waitress carrying the four shots on a tray.
you two were huddled in one of the far-off, darkened booth of mclaren's pub. edm played in the background, and from your unstable vision you could see sea of bodies push and pull against each other. the neon lights painted them all in blasphemous shades of sin; grinding, kissing, leaning on each other.
you dragged your blurry vision back to sanji.
the blonde in front of you had slumped backwards. pretty lips agape and a delirious smile on his lips. you tilted your head slightly, leaning forward and forward till your foreheads could touch.
"ahaha, what're you doin'?" the chef laughed, bringing up a finger to flick at your forehead. and you fell back, as if taking 5x damage from his light touch.
putting both your hand on your forehead, you felt up the light thump, thump, thump of an impending headache. you huffed, "nothin'. was doin' nothin' at all, loverboy."
"is-ish that nickname gonna stick?" he huffed in return, pulling another shot-glass to his lips and downing the liquid in one swift go. you looked on, hyperfixated, at the way his adam's apple bobbed and a little bit of liquid spilled past his lips, down his chin and onto the table.
"i dunno, loverboy." you replied honestly, leaning forward to grab another shot for yourself. the glass felt delicate in your grasp, as if one wrong breath and it'll shatter up. downing the liquid, you hissed as the warm fluid left an ungodly sting down your throat and chest.
he remain unmoving, gaze fixed against the low-cut of your top.
"sanji," you repeated, tugging his sleeve to bring him out of his daze, "are you listening?"
"huh?" he blinked, bleary gaze being broken from your tits to come rest against your pretty face. he didn't listen what you were saying, more like he couldn't.
look, vinsmoke sanji knew he was perverted. but how could he not stare you down when your pretty tits were right there! and the way you licked your lips to collect the last remaining drops of the alcohol on your painted lips, it made him imagine the way he would kiss you. what would you taste like? like the same alcohol on his tongue? or something much more recklessly divine?
"d'you think people believe th-that we're like... a couple?" he asked absentmindedly, nimble fingers offering you another shot, "li-like is it believable?"
"yeah," you nodded. you guys weren't allowed phones, or any other piece of technology. you all had been giving phones with just each other's contacts, contacts of the managing team and emergency numbers. technically, all you knew about the world was through nami right now.
"really?" he asked, dumbfounded and you nodded harder, "isch... isch 'cause you're good at pretending to be in love or- or whatever." you found yourself laughing, "sometimes i feel like you can even fool me."
"hm?" sanji stared you down, "fool ya?"
you shook your head, holding up a palm to explain yourself further, "sometimes you look at me like ya love meee." you giggled, "but i know isch not true, you're just good a-at acting."
"no- no, i'm not." now he shook his head, strong, warm hands interlocking against yours, "i think you're sho pretty."
you attempted to crush his hand, not buying his bullshit, "ya think every girl with tits an' ass is pretty, vinsmoke."
"using the family name?!" he mumbled, distraught, "d'ya hate me?"
"nooo!!" you softened your touch against his palms, "i like ya... i think?"
"huh?" he grinned, maddened, "f'real?!"
"uh-huh, uh-huh."
"YOU TWO!" a shrill voice cut between you two. the red-head grabbed both of your ears with a pinch of her manicured fingers, "IT'S ABOUT TO BE TWELVE. GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO YOUR ROOMS."
"ouch ouch ouch—" you both hissed as she dragged you out of your booth. finally letting go, she grumbled on, "honestly, what the fuck am i? your bodyguard?! get a grip, and head back!"
she called out to some zolo? zoro? wowonoa wowo? you're not sure, but a strong moss-headed man held you two by the shoulders and softly led you out into the cold, bitter night.
"who are you?!" sanji hissed, shimmying off the man's touches, "mosshead!"
"don' be mean." you hit sanji's upper arm, turning around to smile at the uptight man, "sorry 'bout him... he's dumb."
your voice turned down into a whisper, so that sanji couldn't hear you, "an' he only cares about woman. he's a pervert!"
the man looked amused, half-snickering, as he followed nami and led you two back into the hotel lobby.
once inside the warm, familiar lobby, nami flicked you two with her indexes, "dumbasses. both of you! when you said a drink, i didn't think you'd get wasted."
"nami-swan~" sanji cooed, hands rubbing together as he smiled at the manager, "you're so cute even when you're mad."
and hey, you were drunk! so, surely it's not your fault when you 'accidentally' stepped on sanji's foot. and then again, and then one more time.
"aishhh~" he hissed, bringing his left calf up, "what?!"
"go to bed. both of you." nami sighed, rubbing circles into her temple, "zoro can you take them to their rooms?"
"huh?!" the man sounded surprised, "do i work under you?"
the manager hissed back, "yes, you do. technically. now, zoro."
the man named zoro grumbled but grabbed sanji by the collar and you by the elbow anyways. as he led you two down the hallway that opened into the elevator, he whisper-yelled back at the red-head, "say you'd forgive my loans now!"
"never." the red-head whisper-yelled back, "take them away. i need to go handle pr now. these fuckers will make me age at 2x speed."
"bye nami!" you waved as zoro shoved you and sanji into the elevator. grumbling, he asked you your hotel rooms and before you knew it, your face was pressed against the neat, white pillowcase and your eyelids were heavy.
1:39 a.m.
knock knock knock.
you opened the door to a very far-gone looking sanji. he grinned as he pushed past you and stumbled into your room, "ni-nish room."
"ugh," you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes, and tried to pray away the steady headache building in your temples, "whaddya wan'? 'was sleeping."
the blonde turned around, a steady hand on your cheek and the taste of alcohol on your lips.
"wha-" another hand came up to cradle another cheek, lips pressing against you as he drank down any semblance of sanity you retained.
pushing you back till you were against the door, his tongue pushed past your pretty lips. warm. he felt warm, from the tip of his fingers splayed against your cheeks to how his knee was pressed against your core, the way he kissed you.
he kissed you. vinsmoke sanji just kissed you!
bug-eyed, sobered, you watched as he pulled away. licking his wet lips, a stupid smile on his face. but before you could ask him questions, or worse, take his shirt off, the blonde turned around. saying nothing, he just flopped down on your bed and pressed his face on your pillowcase.
huh?!
"what are you doing?" what was that tone of yours? apprehensive? scared? excited?
but he just beckoned you over with a sloppy shake of his right palm.
"what?" you mumbled as you trudged and stood next to him on the mattress. your voice hardened, "i'm not fucking ya like this, 'm tired— w-wait what?"
a strong hand tugging your wrist so that you fell atop him. strong arms enveloping your waist, and hot, steady breath on your forehead as sanji snuggled next to you. you could smell the expensive alcohol on his lips, the liquor-induced haze in his eyes, as he pulled you flush against himself.
"couldn'- could-" he hiccupped, "couldn't sleep alone. let stay li-like thish."
and how could you deny him when you wanted nothing more than to stay like this?
you found yourself burying your face against his white t-shirt, smelling in the french cologne he always wore. on a high of your own, you mumbled against his clothes, "you smell... nice."
but the man was out of it. before you could even get the sentence out, you heard soft snoring from above you. easy rise and fall of his firm chest against your face, strong arms caging you in. and all you could think as you fell asleep was: what a fucking nuisance. well no, all you could think of how warm he felt, how right he felt against you.
vinsmoke sanji will be the death of you.
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next morning, 9:41 a.m.
"jesus christ," nami found herself muttering as she saw you and sanji tangled together - just a mess of sheets, and limbs, and stupid decisions, "what's the one thing i ask people? to not fall in love. what's the one thing they do? they fall in love."
"they could've fucked with no feelings though?"
"you shut up." she glared at the man next to her, "i told you to drop them at their own rooms."
"i did." zoro hissed, crossing his arms as a defense, "that blondey love-cook has legs. he obviously just walked over. what am i supposed to do? guard him all night?"
"but what are we even looking at?" a raven-head boy chirped up next.
"luffy," nami groaned, "you wouldn't understand."
as the red-head turned on her heels, pacing the room while assessing the damage, zoro decided it was his turn to be educational.
"uh," the mosshead tried to come up with an explanation, "when real feelings get involved, it gets harder to predict what people will do next."
"so?" the bug-eyed boy asked, still confused at why his friends were this upset that two strangers probably fucked.
"so, it means i cannot just give them memos and ask them to pretend anymore!" nami groaned again, still pacing, "they'd get their feelings involved, ruin the trajectory of the story and then, all my work goes down the drain! crocodile won't give me a raise! this is the worst."
"worry not." luffy put a hand on nami's delicate shoulders, giving her a wide smile, "i can jus' ask dad to give you a raise, nami."
nami patted luffy's hand, giving him a sympathetic smile, "thanks, luffy. but croc will kill me if i asked you for help."
zoro asked earnestly, "if you die, will my loans be forgiven—"
"—no. obviously not. i'll send vivi after you."
"dammit."
the commotion was enough to wake you up. you sat up, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. your blurry vision raked over the room, from the blonde chef passed out next to you to the three people in front of your bed. wait, three people?!
wide-eyed with a terrible headache, you asked, "what are you guys going here?!"
nami cocked her head to look at you, "cleaning your mess."
"wh-what?" but before you could even organize your thoughts, nami leaned forward to meet your eyes in a heated gaze, "tell me one thing. you remember how much i offered you?"
"yes? 100k?" you swallowed, and she peered down at you like a hawk, "good, so, your memory doesn't fail you. now, do you remember what you promised me?"
"yes?" you tried to avoid her gaze, voice shaking, "d-don't fall in love?"
"good. so, don't fall in love."
shit.
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a/n: yes, a part 02 will be up sometime soon. i'm too dumb and always think one part is enough but it never is ugh. thankyou if you've read so far. ilysm!! may you get some cold, hard cash as a reward hotties mwuah <3 tagging: @mist-ixx @otkuhotgirl m.list
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One Piece Fic Recs
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This is a list of incredible One Piece fanfics I have read either on Tumblr or Ao3 the majority of which are character x reader/oc.
📝 Ongoing/Unfinished
Long Works (>25,000 words)
It Comes in Waves by analogwriting Trafalgar Law x f!reader (71k)
The Bird & The Mermaid (Trafalgar Law x F!Reader) by BlackOrchid1004 (40k)
Small Changes by SweetScentences Platonic Law and Corazon fix it (37k)
The Daughter's Return by @cozage Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (126k)
Birds of a Feather by flyingfishgirl Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (74k)
Inked on Skin by Archaeological / @tackyink Trafalgar Law x OFC (385k)
📝 Home of the Sun by Nahella Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (167k)
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rbbalmung ¡ 16 days ago
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rbbalmung ¡ 18 days ago
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Hii! I hope you've had a great day so far, could i request a trafalger law × fem!reader who's like super horny all the time and just begs for law's attention and his cock all the time? Do what you want with the request, I just want this to be the basic premise, also i would like a friends with benenfits relationship kinda thing, but they do like eachother but just arent together yet!
Thank you, and have a great day! Please remember to take breaks, don't rush yourself and to take care of yourself!
@kyokikia thank you so much for this request ml! so sorry for the actual insane wait 🙏🏻
EVERYONE IS 18+ (minors gtfo)
a/n: idk why i struggled so much with this prompt, but i think i got something kind of coherent? definitely not my best work and a lil short, but hopefully you enjoy reading what i came up with!
don’t forget to like, reblog, comment, and follow to support my work! it always makes my day mwah
“made me wait enough”
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Your mouth waters as you watch Law lean back in his seat, legs spread, head thrown back in a frustrated groan. His hands drag down his face and a sliver of skin peaks out from where his shirt rides up, and you almost moan. Your fingers buzz with the desire to touch him.
It’s been torture all week. Law’s been absolutely drowning in work, to the point where he’s been sleeping through the nights in his office chair instead of his bed.
Usually, you were admittedly pretty needy; something Law liked to tease you for. Constantly running your mouth, begging for him to give you a drop of his attention, to take care of you and ease the ache that seems to always be present when he’s around. It’s absolutely agonizing to give him space, but you’ve always respected his work ethic and ambition, and would never want to get in his way.
However, he’s been making it inexplicably difficult for you to keep to yourself. He’s barely said a word to you or the rest of the crew that wasn’t a captain’s order. You’re starting to feel actual physical pain from the distance.
You’re used to spending much more time with him, having been best friends for the better part of the last four years. If anyone has the right to be frustrated with his absence, it’s you.
You miss talking to him.
You miss his company.
You miss the way he looks at you when you cling to him.
You miss the way his hands feel when he touches you.
Your legs discreetly press together where you stand, hovering at the entrance to his office, mug of hot coffee in hand.
Coffee usually helps stoke the flames when his energy starts to dwindle, so you figured you would bring him the much needed pick-me-up before you make your way to bed. Alone.
You didn’t factor in how difficult it would be to keep yourself from jumping his bones.
Seemingly unaware of your ogling, you clear your throat to make yourself known before stepping in, setting the steaming mug on his desk.
“Thought you could use it.” You smile awkwardly, trying to conceal the filthy thoughts swirling in your head while he looks up at you through half lidded eyes. You could strangle him for making this so difficult.
He glances at the mug, then back at you, muttering a soft “Thank you.”
He looks mesmerizing when he’s tired. Hazy, far off, and soft around the edges. Your chest is aching and your throat burns with hidden desires clawing their way up your throat.
“Is there anything else you need, Captain? I’m heading to bed.” You mutter softly, praying he’ll take the hint and decide to join you.
His eyebrows twitch but he simply shakes his head, “This should do.”
His eyes burn through to your soul.
Usually you would have caved long ago, whining and begging for him to let you touch him, to take care of you the way he knew you needed it, but you wouldn't cave this time. You needed to remind yourself that he's an important man with important duties to attend to, and you would rather suffer than hold him back.
Instead, you force out a curt “Goodnight”, turning on your heels before the dam breaks and you start babbling nonsense.
Before you can take a step towards the door, you’re halted by a gentle hand around your wrist. The touch makes you shudder, biting back a whine. You missed his hands.
“You’ve been different.” Law states quietly, though you know it’s meant to be a question.
You can’t allow yourself to look at him yet. You know you’ll cave.
“You’ve been busy.”
Law hums in understanding and disappointment, gently tugging your arm to face him. Your legs feel like jelly under his gaze.
The longer he looks at you, the more aware you are of how dry your mouth is suddenly, how your stomach feels tight with restraint, and how he’s looking at you like he can read your every thought.
Law soothes his thumb along your pulse, stopping to feel your heart race beneath his fingertip. His sharp smile twists into your gut.
It fascinates you, the patience and temperment Law expresses so easily, things you’ve never been able to harness.
With a shaky sigh, you finally let go of your tongue, unable to hold back any longer.
“Please, Law? I need you.”
His hands are on you in an instant, smoothing over your curves like butter as he pulls you to straddle his hips. The second his lips touch yours, you can’t stop yourself from pulling and twisting at his shirt, seconds away from ripping it to shreds. Needy whines flow freely as you desperately rock your hips.
Law rubs a calming hand against your back, and you can feel the corners of his lips twitch with a smile against yours.
He teasingly nips at your bottom lip, and is pleased at the lewd noise it draws from your throat.
“There she is.” He grins, and you groan when he pulls away to trail down your neck. His fingers dance under your shirt, leaving goosebumps up your back as he makes work to unclasp your bra.
Your skin feels like it’s on fire, melting into him like molten lava. Every touch sends your brain into overdrive, and you need to feel more.
“Please, Law, don’t tease me.” You whine, hips stuttering, struggling to keep up with your head, “I’ve been so patient. I didn’t wanna disturb your work, but I can’t help it.”
You ramble into his ear, already barely coherent and digging your nails into his shoulders to steel yourself.
You press yourself against his chest, kissing and licking at his jaw, “I’ve missed you.”
Law cradles your cheek to sweetly kiss the corner of your mouth, dotting a feather light trail across your cheek. It’s his way of saying “I missed you too. I’m sorry.”
Your hand trails down to the zipper of his pants, but he stops you, pulling your wrist to his lips before placing it back on his shoulder. You protest as tears start to dot at your lash line.
“Let me feel you. I need to feel you.” You’re begging now, trembling against him as your patience dwindles. “I need you so bad it hurts.”
Law kisses you softly, like an anchor pulling you back down to him, grounding you. He tugs at your shirt in a silent order, and you pull away only to throw it carelessly on the floor beside you, along with your bra.
His cold hands immediately trail your exposed skin, not leaving an inch untouched. You’re practically limp against him at this point, overwhelmed and sobbing into his chest.
“Just fuck me already, made me wait enough.” You plead, tugging at his hair as you whisper filth in his ear, “Need your cock, Law, so bad. Please.”
A groan rumbles in his chest at your words, twitching in his pants. His fingers press into the fat of your hips, slowing your rocking motion to a slow rumble, rolling your clothed core against the tent in his jeans at an agonizingly perfect pace. His eyes darken when you gasp and whimper, already crumbling in his hands.
“Cum for me like this and I’ll give you anything you want.”
asks are open!
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rbbalmung ¡ 19 days ago
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Omg could you please do sugar daddy part 2 (maybe if they fall in love fr this time??? It's okaie if they don't either hahah)
ㅤfirst time sugar daddyㅤ𓏵ྀིྀི ㅤone, two。ྀㅤ,ㅤ⸻ law x 𝓯!readerㅤᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ㅤ𝗇/𝖺.ㅤfluff. crack. swearing. suggestive content.    。 𖦹° ㅤ︶ིྀᩧ1864libㅤ ﹏ got a vision you want to come alive? see me here . . . !
❛ extras.ㅤ┆ㅤik you proposed falling in love frls butttt that'd kinda mean i wouldn’t get the chance to make more sugar daddy! law partsss so i just added a bit of feels and romantic stuff :3 hope this suffices
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rbbalmung ¡ 25 days ago
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Request: Heyyy!
I saw that you were requesting some fics, I was wondering if you could do a Trafalagr Law fic where Y/n or You has a flavored lipgloss gloss (any flavor), you could take it any direction you want!
Thank you and have a nice holiday!! ❤️
citrus | trafalgar d. law
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➳ categories: canonverse, gender neutral reader, established relationship
➳ warnings: slight nsfw (detailed kissing)
➳ word count: 1.1k
➳ summary: Law isn't a fan of your flavored lipsticks and glosses when he tastes the flavor of Japanese plums, but you think you just found an alternative.
➳ notes: thanks for the request! ❤️ law canonically doesn't like umeboshi (pickled japanese plums), but for the sake of the fic, i made him a fruit hater ☠️ happy holidays, everyone!
➳ cross-posted on ao3
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Before you began dating Law, you didn't expect him to be the many things that he currently is to you. To start, Law presents himself differently in front of many people that his attitude in dealings pretty much boils down to who he's talking to. As once a stranger to his crew, you saw a side of Law that was meant for business, a side of him so serious and monotonous that over time, became bothersome to deal with.
Yet you persisted through his seemingly dull personality until one piece fit into the other and you decided to date.
A relationship so sweet yet so unexpected, you learned many things about Law that he never would have thought of telling you, things about him that he always kept secret, locked inside his heart or his thoughts. Things that he could only say to his closest friends, others only for the ears of his lover.
That is to say, before you began dating Law, you didn't expect him to be a kisser.
He kisses you all the time, but the depth and length of his kisses vary. On some days, he would peck your lips. On others, he would peck your cheek. On most days, he would take his time kissing your lips. He can't help it—he scored a goal by dating you, and it gives him the peace of mind that he's the only one who can kiss you the way he does.
As much as he loves kissing you, however, there is one thing that deters him from doing so on rare occasions.
Your lipgloss.
He can explain—he generally has no problem with you and your cosmetics, secretly even liking it when you kiss him on the cheek and your lipstick leaves a faint mark on his tan skin, but he does have a problem when he kisses your glossed lips and tastes the faint flavor of fruit, some of them which he likes, some not so much. You love wearing different pigments on your lips, different products and brands that make your face look much more colorful, more full, so you often rotate among your collection of lipsticks and glosses, each one surprising your boyfriend whenever you greet him with a sweet and colorful kiss.
Law loves that you feel beautiful in your own skin to wear all of the makeup that you do, but he has a great distaste for some of your lip products. The flavored ones, to be exact. He's not a big fan of fruit (ironic, he knows, since he's literally a doctor), so he freezes up whenever he kisses you and tastes the flavor on your lips. You always make sure to tease him whenever he does so, calling him a big baby for not liking the taste.
"Oh? What's with the long face?" You once picked on your boyfriend as his lips flattened into a tight line after a short kiss. Law usually smiled afterward.
"You taste like plum," he said. Your eyebrows furrowed.
"Sad about it, are we? You hate my lipgloss?"
"It reminds me of that pickled snack Bepo eats." He shrugged, a chill running down his spine upon remembering the taste of Bepo's strange snack. Umeboshi, Bepo called it. Law could never get past its sour and salty flavor.
From that day onward, you would dodge Law's kisses whenever you happen to be wearing the ume-flavored gloss on your lips, often choosing to send a flying kiss toward his way as an alternative. When you visit Sabaody Archipelago, however, an idea comes to mind.
With the Polar Tang docked somewhere in the outer groves, you bid them goodbye as you make your way to Grove 30 for the island's shopping mall, where you stumble upon a vast selection of cosmetics. Eyes shining brightly, you indulge yourself in retail therapy as you blow your money out on the finest products you could find. When you walk past a stall vending a particular item, you halt in your tracks and come running back.
A lady sits behind the stand, her features telling of her youthful age. She smiles as you point at the array of lipgloss on the table, and urges you to swatch them out on your hand.
"That one's flavored," she says matter-of-factly as you hold a yellow tube in one hand. You read the printed label. Lemon.
"Do you have anything else?" you ask.
"I've got a lot to show you!"
As the lady disappears under the stand to rack for the new line of glosses, a smirk forms on your lips, the pit of your stomach turning in excitement.
When you come back to the Polar Tang, your excitement is apparent to your crewmates who wonder where you've been. You provide them with a giggle in response before you skip happily to your Captain's quarters.
You knock on the door. Law grants you entry a few seconds later.
"Miss me?" you tease him as he steps aside to let you in. You drop your bags to the ground, while he crosses his arms over his chest.
"Where have you been?" he asks.
"Just went shopping, like I told you."
He shrugs. He doesn't think much of it, assuming that you just had a few hours of fun to yourself before you set sail again. His hands drop to the side when you approach him for a kiss, your hands gliding across his chest before encircling his neck.
Before you can kiss him, however, he stops you abruptly.
"I smell something," he notes. He sniffs the air and looks at you questioningly. "It smells good."
You bite down on your lip discreetly to keep yourself from laughing. "How does it smell?"
"Like citrus," he answers. "Is that... you?"
Standing on your tippy toes, you move your face closer to his.
"Find out for yourself."
Law leans into you when you successfully catch his lips, his eyebrows jumping upon tasting yours. He notes the citrus flavor that he detected just a few seconds ago and almost scoffs at your little ruse. Expecting him to pull away, you sigh in relief when he leans further down to deepen the kiss, his hands coming to rest on the small of your back.
Law tugs on your upper lip slowly, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. He swipes his tongue on your lower lip to taste the flavor of lemon, and repeats it so often until you're losing your breath.
Pushing away, you gasp for air.
"So? Do you hate it?" you ask breathlessly.
"No, I'm into it," he mumbles, pulling you in closer. "Another one, please."
The pit of your stomach stirs in need as he holds you intimately close. You peck his lips and pull him to the other side of his quarters, laughing to yourself at the turn of events.
You guess you just found your default lip combo. Law liked it more than expected, after all.
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rbbalmung ¡ 25 days ago
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This man is way too fine
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