#Doflamingo is an ok dad never said he was the best dad

[vivisockless]

He doesn't like him

[moniheartsluffy]

A DADDY’s GIRL

characters featured: crocodaddy, warlords, marines.

genre: fluff

notes: father!crocodile x daughter!reader, PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP, black!coded reader, crocodaddy and his baby girl🥹

grammar warning!! not rlly proofread…this been sitting in the drafts for a hot minute…

• mans love him some of his daughter.

• safe to say his world now revolves around you. he never thought he would want kids but when you popped out….oh he was bringing you everywhere.

• he thought the lady (your mother) was bullshittin when she said she was pregnant. he’s experienced many women trying to trap him before, so he just brushed it off wit a “yea ok”

• oh but when he saw that baby bumpppp. his whole mood changed. he started filling out paperwork to get full custody all ready😭 and ofc he won bc…it’s him. (pls. just work wimme here)

6yr old you waking up in an overly decent sized room due to the sun coming through your curtains and your TALL ASS father coming into the room. you’re trying to rub the sleep from your eyes as you sit up to look at him while he motions to pick you up.

“morning princess.” he says while placing a light kiss to your cheek. in response to his actions you simply place your head on his shoulder and allow yourself to be whisked away.

“still sleepy, hmm?” he says placing another kiss to the top of your head and watches as you nod, confirming his accusation.

now its a lot of things that crocodile has people do for him like his dirty work…but when it comes to you he allows them to do your hair, pick out outfits, feed you, etc. but he adores the simple things like getting you out of bed, tucking you in at night and other simple things that falls in between. other than that he leaves it to the maids he’s hired.

he takes you everywhere..and i mean everywhere. he has a meeting? he’s putting you in the cutest business outfit ever. the warlords are called together? he already got snacks and toys packed for you. anywhere this man is going he’s taking you and he doesn’t care about repercussions.

with that being said…a warlord meeting was called.

so..everyone walking in and taking their respective seats, meanwhile crocodile walking in with you in his arms and he’s late.

now we all know boa isn’t fond of men so as soon as crocodile puts you on the ground she’s swiping you away..immediately. she thinks he’s corrupting your mind or sum. but you cannot tell me boa would not love you. she’s turning you into the best feminist ever. (gotta start em off young!!) she even though about taking you to the kuja island… and never bringing you back. after a while, her and your dad start arguing so you go speak to some of the other warlords.

mihawk was just minding his business and wishing he had stayed home. you stumble over with a pack of fruit snacks, holding them out for him to take them. “you looked upset so here!” your tiny voice chirps up at him. he couldn’t bring himself to reject your offer, especially when you looked up at him with a determination to make him ‘feel better’. so he simply raised his eyebrow at you and took them while giving you this thanks and a smile that wasn’t too noticeable, but you saw it.

now…it’s two men in this entire room that you simply can’t express enough emotion for. doflamingo and gecko moria. now to be frank, you didn’t despise doffy like you did the other one but you weren’t exactly fond of him either. it’s like you tolerated him. he was kind to you but something about him just seemed off.

nevertheless your feet carried you to where doflamingo sat on a windowsill waiting for this excuse of a meeting to start. “hi doffy.” the pureness in your voice snapping him out of whatever unhinged things he was thinking about. “hello there little one. you look so adorable in your f/c dress.” he replied in a mellow tone. you muttered a small “thank you” before asking him about the whereabouts of kuma, at the last meeting he asked you what your favorite flower was and you finally had an answer for him but much to your dismay the blonde haired man had no idea. (not like he cares but hey)

ultimately choosing to ignore the presence of the other being in the room you swiftly made your way over to jinbe and had a short conversation with him regarding the sunflower drawing that adorned your dress, the fishman states how much he loved the design. after that ended you made your way back with your father and the warlord meeting began shortly after.

warlord meetings were always a pain but having you there always made it seem a little bit better for everyone—even the marines thought you were adorable although, they never showed it..except for garp. he’s a grandpa, ofc he’s gonna act like one towards a child. so every time the meeting truly starts garp takes you away and you two walk around the marineford gardens. he also takes you to sengoku’s office so you can see his goat and eat snacks while he annoys sengoku.

[newnlovesjennie]

one piece au where literally nothing went wrong everyone is alive and happy hc's

nami

belle mere is still alive obvi

the attack on her island was less of an attack and more of like a alliance? like the fishman pirates pulled up and were like hey we need a hideout can we pls use ur island. and they were like yeah offer us protection and in turn u can use our island! no violence no blood nothing!!

in this au fisher tiger is still alive and the fishman pirates are still what he envisioned before his death, so he’s the captain, not arlong

speaking of arlong he’s like hella toned down. he got the jinbei affect in the sense that koala changed him and showed him humans aren’t all bad. yeah sure he’s more radical and unhinged than the other pirates but he’s just like the weird conservative uncle you tolerate at thanksgiving not a real threat

hachi and nami bonding!!!

nami never develops an obsession with money, she gets to put her full effort into map making and exploring that talent

she makes maps for the fishman pirates completely out of her own free will

she joins the movement for fishman human equality woohoo!!!

yeah in this au that movement actually gets taken seriously instead of played off and the fishmen actually make progress in equality 

koala visits sometimes! koala and nami bonding time!!!

law

doflamingo is toned down like 1000% in this au he’s not a family killer in this one he’s just odd

like seriously idk how the logistics would work but maybe somehow after the whole “doffys family becomes human” thing the humans don’t persecute him? so in turn he just kinda is pretentious and misses being rich instead of holding a particular grudge against humanity?

either way he’s also just the weird conservative uncle you see at thanksgiving 

corazon is number one dad ever did he offer law henny for his 8th birthday yes does he know how to do laundry or cook not at all but he is trying his best!

LAW BABY FIVE AND BUFFALO AS COUSINS. PLEASE!!!! dellinger too maybe idk if he’s a kid or not tho

the executives like trebol diamante whatever the fuck also aren’t as evil either they just tryna do their own thing yk just black market deal in peace but no unnecessary killing 

donquixote family stays pirates instead of going and trying to take a whole kingdom (took a shit ton of convincing for doffy to accept that)

the whole pirate warlord thing gives doffy enough prestige he don’t need to be a king necessarily 

law eats the op op fruit, doffy tries to get him to make him immortal, corazon slaps him, doffy changes his mind

(i am taking so many liberties in this au omg)

zoro

kuina didn’t fucking fall down a flight of stairs!! yippee!!!

their whole competition abt who will be the greatest swordsman is still on

they venture outside the dojo and become pirates

both bounty hunters maybe

kuina is so so gay

hear me out…. kuina x tashigi? LET ME COOK

yeah zoros just there

they find their way to mihawks island without the whole kuma blasting zoro to a random island thing

they beg mihawk to train them but he’s like wtf get out of my house but they show potential and he’s like ok fine ill train y’all 

persona is also there bc i said so FUCK MORIA ALL MY HOMIES HATE MORIA she left him and somehow ended up with mihawk he also let her stay for some reason (he needs to stop adopting kids)

hear me out…. perona x kuina? or at the very least they become besties

once again zoro is just there

robin

olvia and saul are still alive

all of her island is still alive, don’t ask why the world government is ok with that they just are shhhh shhhhh 

robin grows up an archeologist but decides she needs to find the poneglyphs and discover the truth of the world

so she becomes a pirate and joins baroque works, led by crocodile

he respects her (WHAT) doesn’t try to kill her (WHAT) and they actually have a fun friendship a friendly lil boss secretary relationship its adorable

she helps crocodile get with doffy because god knows he couldn’t do it himself

ok if this is how this au is going robins gotta be besties with bon clay come on. mr three hello?? 

[sashi-ya]

Ch. 4 ~ NSFW ~ Trafalgar Law x F! Maid! Reader ~ A Dangerous Attraction.

AU : Mafia AU. Mafia boss Law. He IS a murderer.

TW: BLOOD. Mafia & murderers. Graphic depictions of violence. Smut. Explicit. Making love. Vaginal sex. Impregnation. Self harm. Marks, bites. Mental health issues. Trauma. Fluff. Angst.

WC: 4.2K

Chapters: one ; two; three; four; five; final

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33273136

Tag list: @rivvd-art ; @chocokaylarobin ; @fantasyfairysworld ♥

“Law!!”

“Name-ya…”

Inked fingers squeezing around your wrist, your body hanging into the void. You try to climb, but little rocks fall every time you try to use your feet to push yourself up. The desperation and Law is simply not moving, he is just holding you. If he wanted, he could let go of you and you would fall instantly. If he wanted, he could kill you and no one would know. If he wanted…

“Law! Pull me up!” you shout, with tears in your eyes. He is not listening; Law is completely frozen. His eyes opened wide; he doesn’t blink. He doesn’t breathe. His jaw muscles are clenched. Your arm hurts, the only thing that is keeping you alive is Law grabbing you.

“Law don’t let me fall. Save me…” you beg with tears sprouting from your eyes. “LAW!!!” you shout. The time passes so slowly, so painfully scary.

Suddenly he blinks quickly and pushes you up. Your body falls over his, you are safe now. Law hugs you; he starts crying. Your head rests over his chest, but quickly try to release yourself from his arms. “Let me go!” you shout, in distress.

Law stops hugging you and you stand up, trembling, still crying. You take your hand to your wrist, massaging the fingertips marks he has left over your skin. “I’m… you don’t understand. I didn’t…” he tries to tell you, but he fails as he stutters nervously.

“I wanna go home. My home” you tell him and start walking back through the path. You almost run; you can feel him walking behind you. Law is sobbing, he can’t stop crying. You hear some scratching noises, but you decide not to look back. If you dared to even look at him, you’ll pity him and forgive what just happened.

But something stops you, you hear a loud noise and a whining. A painful whining. You turn around, and there is Law, kneeling on the ground, right arm bleeding from the scratches he has made on himself, swollen eyes from all the crying. He keeps violently scratching his skin, and he can’t stop.

“What the hell?!” you shout and run to him. You crunch next to him and grab his arm, “Stop doing that. You are hurting yourself”. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it…” he says repeatedly. “Stop, please. You are bleeding” you tell him, holding his arm. He puts his forehead over your chest imploring forgiveness. Your shirt gets damp by his tears. A mafia boss crying like this, so weak…

“Why didn’t you pull me up instantly, Law?” you ask all of a sudden. You know that whatever he says won’t stop you from running away from him, but that question escapes your mouth unintentionally. “I… I’m… my dad. My uncle…” he stutters. “What happened?” you ask. “My uncle… killed my dad. Doflamingo pushed him by the same hill. I was in the car looking at everything. My uncle said my dad slipped away because he was clumsy, but he didn’t. He pushed him. And I saw everything. And didn’t say anything, I was afraid. My… dad…I was seven”. And suddenly everything makes sense… he was facing his trauma, but he never let you fall. He saved you… once again.

You hug him so close, poor thing. You caress his black hair, rocking him back and forth. “It’s ok, it’s ok…” you repeat. A few minutes after he stops crying, “I’m sorry” he says, nuzzled on your chest.

“It’s ok, Law…”

But you can’t take this anymore. You are going to end up dying if you stay next to him. You definitely are.

Both walk back to the cabin, you start packing your stuff leaving only the maid costume over the big, still undone, bed. Sitting on the mattress you take out the photo of your family and look at it. In the photo you see your sisters, your mom and you in your father’s arms. It’s your birthday. Behind, a tall man running with a little boy wearing a white hat. You don’t really remember their faces. You only remember that man was your father’s partner. Both policemen. They were fighting against organised crime. After your dad was shot, you never hear anything else from his partner, nor the little kid. But you keep focusing on your family, and those happy times. You were smiling so joyfully, so naive…

You hear the surgeon at the door, and quickly put the photo on your pocket. There is no way you let a mafia boss see the face of your family members. It’s just too risky...

“You sure you don’t want to stay?” asks Law, now with a white bandage around his scratched arm. “I am sure, please take me back to my apartment” you tell him. “(Name)-ya, please, stay at my house. I promise I won’t talk to you” he says, tears building up in his eyes. But you remain strong. “Please…I need time to be on my own” you tell him as if you were begging him to stop insisting. You don’t know how much you are gonna go without succumbing to the dangerous attraction he represents to you.

“At least let me keep you safe, I won’t visit you, I won’t call you. But please, stay in one of my apartments. I beg you” he finally says, approaching you. You back up instantly, somehow him touching you, scares you.

“Fine” you finally accept. He is right, if you dare to come back to that apartment you might be in danger. Law eyes sparkle, he breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, thank you so much” he says, approaching you once again as he was trying to hug you.

“Stop. Don’t touch me” you command. He freezes right away, the smile in his face is gone once again. “I’m sorry, I’ll be in the car waiting for you” he says, crestfallen and walks away. Your heart aches at him leaving the door, but you know too well this is the best decision you could have taken.

Once everything is set, and you are ready, you go downstairs. You give a last peek to the cabin, the place where Law and you let your passions go wild for the first time… a place where he almost chokes you to death… Closing the door behind you, you were sure this was the last time you would ever be in this place.

Opening the door of that amazing black car, you throw your bag on the backseat and sit next to Law. He is wearing black shades, tears falling through his cheeks. He is not speaking; he swallows and hits the gas. You don’t dare to look at him, so your head is turned towards the window. The magnificent forest, nature, a place where you’ve been the happiest… and the sudden memories of you almost losing your life for the second time…

No more than an hour passes, and you are already on the highway. The radio makes the painful silence a little less uncomfortable. A slowed cover of “We Found Love” by Rihanna playing.

“As your shadow crosses mine, what it takes to come alive.

It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny. But I've gotta let it go.

We found love in a hopeless place…

Shine a light through an open door. Love and life I will divide.

Turn away 'cause I need you more”

“Tsk…” you express. “Hum?” he asks. “Nothing…”. There was no interaction, nothing. Law’s cheeks damped. Nose red from all the crying.

“(Name)-ya… would you prefer the 6th or the 8th floor?” he asks, sniffling. “Whatever you want, it’s ok for me either way” you tell him, feeling ashamed. You are leaving him, but still living on his property… this shouldn’t happen. “Ok… Then the 8th floor. It has a big terrace” he tells you and touches the screen of the car.

“Bepo, Law here”

“Law, I’m Pen. Tell me”

“Oh, Penguin. Please take all the (Name)-ya’s stuff to Swallow inns, the eighth floor”.

“Yes, boss. Are you ok? You need us to take some of your stuff too?”

“Just hers… oh, don’t forget the Kia”

Law hangs up before his friend could say anything else. His voice clearly shows how much he’s been crying; he knows his friend would ask. You simply ignore everything he says, you don’t really want to hear even though he is speaking via Bluetooth.

After two hours, you arrive at a luxurious apartment complex over the beach. A big sign that says “Swallow Inn” announces that this is the place you are gonna be living from now on. “Damn” you think, how the fuck your life changed so much that you ended up living in such a place…

“(Name)-ya, this is the place where the apartment is located. Our… your parking spot is the number 18” he informs you. “Uhm, ok…” you say, because you don’t even have a bicycle to park in there, but hey, thanks for the information. But, when you arrive at the said parking spot, a little black car is parked there. “Nice, someone parked on your spot” you say, sarcastically.

“It’s yours…” he says. “What? No” you categorically express. “Please, accept it. This place is far from the city, and there are no bus stops nearby. Please” he insists. “Ok…” you accept, even though you are sure you are not gonna use that car.

Law takes your stuff from the backseat and tells you to follow him inside. The place is modern, everything is clean, luxurious, white, pure. “Eighth floor” he says and presses the little 8th button of the elevator and a code. “Remember, you should enter this number so you can enter home, ok?”. You don’t speak, and just nod.

The doors open inside the apartment, again everything is so white and pure. Your stuff is already in place. Big windows show the immense sea ahead. Everything is perfect, so for rich people. “Law, this place is amazing. You sure you want me to live here?” you ask.

Law turns around, takes his sunglasses off. Swollen red eyes, more dark circles than ever. He fixes his grey irises on yours. “I’d rather you live with me. But this is the best second option I have to keep you safe”. You keep looking at him, you can’t take your eyes off him. It hurts so much, even more than the bruises on your wrist, on your neck… your heart shouts “stay with me”; but your head says no… no, or you are gonna end up dying.

“By the way, this is your phone. I recommend you use this one, it’s safer. Not for me, but for you” he says, lending you a mobile phone that’s over the breakfast nook. “Thanks” you nod and your fingers graze when gabbing the phone. How hard is this…

“Well, I know you want me to go, but, if you ever need me… just, call me. Ok?” says Law, taking his hand to your cheek, but quickly stopping himself. “Wait” you say and grab his hand to your face. He gasps but grazes your skin. You close your eyes and let your head rest over his palm for a moment.

“Thank you, Law… Give me some time, please” you whisper. “I’ll be waiting for you…” he says, and a few moments later he is gone. The elevator doors close, and your legs finally turn weak. You fall on your knees. You haven’t cried until now, and now you do. Tears won’t stop falling from your eyes to the marbled floor.

“Law…”

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After all your tears have dry, you start looking around the apartment. Your bedroom is bigger than your ex-house. The bed looks just as the one Law has in his room. Satin sheets and white fluffy covers.

A wardrobe full of your clothes, old and some new outfits they bought you from the finest brands. And next to your clothes, men's ones. “Are these Law’s?”.

You can’t help but take one of his t shirts. You choose a yellow one, with black sleeves. “It has his smell…” you say, while taking the cloth to your nose. “I don’t think he would mind if I use it…” you say and put the shirt on. It has some kind of a smiley face stamped on it, and you wonder what it means.

The night comes, and your stomach growls. The fridge is full of ingredients, Law’s subordinates are so efficient. You cook a vegetable wok that you devour right away. The place is way too big for you, but it is what it is.

You inspect the new phone he gave you, such modern and pretty. You decide to pass all your photos from your old one to it. Same as the numbers. “I should call mum…” you think, remembering about the money. Where are you going to find any money to send them? “I can’t go back to the old bar; I’ll search for work tomorrow”.

“Hi, mum?”

“Darling!! I’ve been calling you, but you don’t seem to pick up. Is everything alright? Why are you calling from a private number?”

“It’s my new phone, I don’t know how to take it off. I will ask a friend to help me, and I’ll send you my number mum. Don’t worry” you lie. “How are you? How are the girls?

“Fine baby, but are you alright? You sound so sad…”

“I’m fine mum!! I moved! I will send you the address via text, ok? You should come someday! I have a sea view now!!” You act all excited, just for her not to worry, but moms know better…

“If you need mum, come spend some days with us darling. Ok?”

“Yes mum, I’m ok. I’ll be visiting you soon!” You lie once again, choking back tears.

The conversation is soon over, and after hanging up, tears run free. “I hate lying to my mum. Damn it. Damn Law…” you grunt, while searching for the picture of your family on your pocket.

“Where the fuck…?” You say, while searching for it desperately in your jean’s pockets. No sign of the photo, and you start to panic. The last photo you have with your dad, your seventh birthday…

“Don’t tell me I lost it, please!!!” You shout and start to look for it everywhere. Every place, every square. You can’t stop crying. You just can’t… something so precious to you.

“That’s what happens when you hang with the mafia… karma” you tell yourself before falling asleep, crying.

You wake up several times during the night, as nightmares invade your dreams. Law’s scratched arms, his eyes, the feeling of falling into the void. The day the police came to your house to tell your family, someone killed your dad. The way Law choked you… the way his hands were around your neck, the way his hips moved in and out of you, the way his kisses make you feel…

“Stop right there, (Name)” you say to yourself looking at the ceiling. How can you feel horny, huh? Are you crazy? “What’s wrong with me…?”. You know what’s wrong, of course you do. You are in love with Law and can’t deny it anymore. Your body misses him, you miss his scent, you are using his damn shirt to bed. You miss him so much; you are hugging a pillow pretending it is him.

Standing up from bed, you look through the big window of your room. The sea seems calm, sun is peeking from the horizon, still lazily resting until dawn. You sigh and say, “I fucking miss you… why aren’t you here?”.

Ding, Dong…

The sophisticated sound of the doorbell resonates all over the loft. “Fuck” you think, they’ve found you… Am I in danger? Should I call Law? Bepo? You tremble and walk towards the intercom.

Ding, Dong…

“Fuck” … you slowly pick up the phone of the intercom, and the little screen next to it turns on. The image of Law, a distressed Law appears. “What the fuck? I told him to give me some space…” you think, but he signs desperately for you to open.

“Law, what are you doing here?” You ask via the phone.

“Open, please, I have something important to show and tell you, I didn’t want to enter with my code” he says and shows a little square paper. Your most precious treasure, your family photo. You widen your eyes, “enter the code, come on”.

A minute passes and the door of the inside elevator opens. Law is standing right there; he looks like a mess. This must be the third night he hasn’t slept.

“Can I?” He asks for permission to even step into your -his- apartment. “Come in. Do you have my pic?” You ask ignoring the fact of wearing his shirt and only that over your body.

“Yes, but… I need to show you something about it” Law says, while looking at you up and down with a sweet expression. “Let’s sit, this is important” he insists. So, both of you sit on the couch. Law takes your photo out of his jacket pocket and puts it over the coffee table. “This is your photo, right?” He asks. “Yes, thank you!! Where was it?” You tell, but before you could take it, he stops your arm. “Wait… it was over the car seat. But, please, look at this…” he says and puts another photo next to it.

“L-Law…”

“I didn’t know, I promise”

“It can’t be, was your dad…?

“Yes, it was” …

Both of you start crying, recognizing how linked both of you are…

Law takes his finger to your cheek, wiping a single tear. You do the same, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “I’m so sorry…” he whispers. “Don’t…” you tell him, and you two hug. Pressing your bodies, you find the comfort, the warmth of home. That feeling you only experience when you know you are safe…

Your faces so close, your eyes fixed. The sun slowly rising, invading the place with lilac and orangey tones. Law is fighting not to kiss you, and you frankly too.

“Fuck it” you whisper and plant a sweet kiss over his lips. And that’s the spark you two needed to become fire. You set all your zipper free, no more clothes. You sit over his lap, both kissing so passionately, tongues playing with each other’s. Law cries, you cry. But you two smile pressing your foreheads.

You see how the scratches on his arm became scars already. You grab his arm and kiss softly over each wound. “Don’t do this ever again, please. If you have the need, talk to me, tell me, I’ll be there to help you…” you tell him, looking straight into his soul. Poor thing…

“I missed you” he says. “I missed you, too” you tell him. Even if you haven’t seen each other for some hours, your souls missed each other so much. You kiss him so relieved… your head keeps telling you stop, until the arousal drowns every single sign of reason.

Law gabs your thighs and stands up, carrying you to the bed. He softly puts you over the mattress, and he settles over your body. Gently kissing your neck, Law takes his time. His hands grazing your breasts so softly. “I want to make sweet love to you, I want to be gentle, I want it slow” he says, because he doesn’t want to hurt you. You smile and take your hands to his face. “Do it slow and do it faster. Do it gentle, and do it rough…make love to me, Law” you tell him.

His “death” hands travel from your neck to your waist, and even lower. His fingers buried on your hips as his mouth reaches your sex. “Spread, babe” he asks with a soft tone. You do it right away. “Good girl, now put your legs over my shoulders”. And so, you do.

Law’s mouth attacks your core, licking, tasting, devouring your juices. He little by little kneels on the bed, pushing you up. Your legs are still over his shoulders, he has better access to your core as he keeps giving you the best oral sex you ever experienced. You grab the sheets, pull from them, as your climax begins to arrive. Law presses your lower belly, while he sucks your clit. “Come on, come for me” he says, muzzled by your anatomy.

You are about to burst, and Law penetrates you with his middle finger and ring finger. The licking, the pressure, the fingering… you come, squirting, bathing his whole torso with your juices, as they come out with such pressure Law is not able to receive it all with his mouth.

“Such a good girl” he says, letting your legs over the mattress. You are panting, that position somehow made everything better… “L-Law…?” you mumble, still trembling from the orgasm you just had.

“What, baby?” He asks while wiping the rest of your climax off his chin with the back of his hand. “Don’t you ever stop fucking me like this” you tell him, so naturally, so unplanned.

“I won't, I won't ever stop”.

Law lays in bed, next to him, enjoying how you come back to normal, and the blushed on your cheeks that screams how good your orgasm felt. But he wants more, and of course, you too.

“Come here” he says and helps you to turn around. He is spooning you; you feel his hard member over your glutes. Law passes his right arm under your neck, and the left one reaches your left nipple. He pinches it, twists it. Law takes his index to your mouth and makes you suck it. “Wet it real good” he commands. Your teeth graze the E tattooed on his finger while sucking it so sexily.

The same finger, shiny from your saliva, is now tracing circles again over your nipple. You moan, it feels so good. He gropes you with his dick, your back feels the warmth of his inked chest. You push your ass against his member, trapping it in between both cheeks. Law grunts, and moves up and down, frotting his hard shaft over your rear entrance.

Your hand reaches for the surgeon’s hip. You carve your nails on his skin, pulling you even closer to you.

“Fuck me, fuck me now”. “If that’s what you want…” he says, while he bites your neck. The hand that was playing with your nipple now grabs his dick. He aligns it with your entrance, lubricating the tip with your dripping arousal. He slaps the shaft against your labia, forming strings of precum mixed with your juices.

His gland playfully hits your clit, and you squirm with it. But you burn with the need of being penetrated, filled by him. “I want you inside, please” you beg. “You want me inside? How much do you want it?” Law says pressing his mouth against your cheek, his beard grazing your skin. “Fill me up, I want it so bad. Fuck me, now…” you whine.

“Ok, my darling. Just because my shirt suits you so well” he says and kissing the side of your mouth he penetrates you so slow, little by little stretching your walls. The feeling of the tip going in and out, without fully penetrating you deep, sends you to heaven as it grazes your g spot. You can only whine his name, feeling as he gradually goes deeper, in and out.

You can feel Law’s wicked smile over your cheek as he finally penetrates you to the deepest point he can reach. Your walls clench around his member as he speeds up the pace. “Babe, you feel so good, so tight” he moans in your ear. The sound of his voice could kill you if it was meant for it.

You moan soundly, sure the neighbours could hear you, but unable to hold back as Law is now fucking you mercilessly. Soon the climax road is taken, and you are sure getting to it.

“I want to see your face while you come” Law says, and quickly turns you around. Classic missionary position, the most perfect man over you, his whole anatomy, sweating, panting.

Law puts your arms up your head, grabbing your wrists together. His body lean over you while he pounds into you, violent, deliciously thrusts. The way the muscles of his torso tightens when his hips move in and out are art, the finest piece of art you have ever seen.

And inevitably, both of you reach orgasms. This time, Law focused on your face, he didn’t bite his lip, he didn’t choke you, he didn’t lose track of reality. Law this time was being driven by love, by the only need of loving you, of making you happy… of not losing you.

You come, and so does he. Law fills you with his creamy seed. He collapses over you, still with his dick inside you, pushing his milk deep in you. Returning his breathing back to normal, he whispers into your ear “I think I’m still in love with you”.

“Still? What do you mean?” You ask, confused...

CH.5

[rei-the-rat]

Unprofessional Relation 8

A long over due update for the fic. Hopefully this won't happen again... Thanks to @shishiswordsman for helping me beta the fic

They had been caught by the boss. The big boss. Or, technically Law was Luffy’s boss, but Corazon was Law’s. So his boss’ boss, who also happened to be his boss’ dad, had caught them almost having sex on Law’s desk. It was all pretty complicated.

And now they were standing before Corazon in his office. It had been an awkward couple of minutes since Luffy refocused after his orgasm and finally took a proper grasp of the situation. He wasn’t sure what to do exactly. Apologize, maybe, but for what? Corazon didn’t seem angry, mostly embarrassed, and he was under impression that this relationship was okay. Console Law? Luffy really wanted to do that because Law was beyond pissed off. Stressed out, horny, and angry could not be a good combination for the man.

Corazon had regained his composure quickly enough after a few fuming seconds where Law swore smoke would pour out of the blonde’s ears any second. Cora had demanded they right themselves before following him to his office. He only tripped once on his way out, so he couldn’t be all that flustered about it. It was quiet between the two lovers; Law kissed Luffy on the cheek as a reassuring reminder that they would be okay and Luffy did nothing wrong.

Now Corazon was observing them, promptly ignoring the look his son was giving him as he studied Luffy. Despite the calm he maintained in his outward appearance, Corazon was freaking out a little inside.

When had this happened? And he didn’t mean Luffy. He knew Law held something special for the young man, and it wasn’t exactly a well hidden secret that the feeling was mutual. But when had it escalated to the point where years and years of discipline and training were tossed out the window for a quick moment of passion in the office?

Corazon internally winced as he imagined his older brother, Doflamingo, shaking his head in shame. You should leave Law’s training to me, little brother. He is too strong willed, and you are too lenient with his potential. That’s not your fault, Rocci… Corazon frowned. Law disliked his uncle a great deal, and Corazon could sympathize partially with that. Though Doflamingo had wanted Law to stay in Spain, it was for the best that Corazon brought him along. Doflamingo would not have been sympathetic to this situation.

Corazon cut that train of thought short before it could derail. He had to be firm and get to the bottom of this, he just didn’t know how. He couldn’t handle this like his brother would; that would only serve to piss Law off even more. He needed to react responsibly as a father and as president of the corporation. He had a duty to make sure that all of his employees were professional and competent to the task.

His gaze flickered to Law briefly as he spoke in a practiced, calm tone; one he took when business was serious. “Luffy, what is your relationship with Law?”

Corazon’s brow furrowed as he noticed how he was and wasn’t looking at the same intern he’d met a few months ago. It was Luffy, of course; nothing in his looks had changed notably. But there was something different about the way he carried himself. Luffy’s stance was calm and steady; he returned Corazon’s stare with a sense of unwavering seriousness that demanded attention. The look was both respectful and blank, revealing nothing of Luffy’s thoughts or emotions. There was an underlying sense of intimidation about him, too, like he could turn the tables at any given moment.

Corazon recognized what he was doing; Law did the same when he was staring down executives in a meeting. Luffy didn’t have the same motivation hiding behind his every move and word, so did Law teach him this? Or did he pick it up on his own?

“He is my lover and my boss.” Luffy answered simply. Corazon noticed the twitch in his fingers when Law’s hand brushed against his.

He leaned back as he pretended to ponder this. Though he had to admit, there wasn’t much to consider. Corazon couldn’t really be mad at them. He was a little peeved at Law, but not Luffy. He couldn’t be angry at someone who brought out such light in his son, after all.

“Well,” Corazon said with a wave of his hand. “If that’s all.” He watched curiously as the business-like aura fell off Luffy.

“What? Really?” Posture relaxed, every word not cut on stone but said with emotional honesty, confusion in big dark brown eyes; Luffy was back to being himself.

“Did Law teach you that?” Corazon asked with a small smile, catching his son’s own steely gaze.

“Teach me what?” Luffy asked.

“Ah, never mind.” Corazon dismissed his own question as he stood.

“Is that really all?” Law asked.

“Yes. Now come on, back to the office with you two.” Corazon ushered them out of his office and led them down the hall.

“Really…” Law pressed, suspicion evident in his tone.

“Law, who do you take me for?” Corazon scoffed. “Your affair is hardly secret. You should just be happy no one walked in on you two sooner. What if it had been Gladius or Giolla?” He shrugged. “Just don’t do things of that sort in the office, okay? It’s really not appropriate.”

He frowned a bit but shook his head. Taking Luffy’s hand in his, he focused on the young man. “Try to  keep that in mind, because I doubt Law will. Apparently years of discipline gets thrown out the window when you’re around,” He smiled a bit at how Luffy bit his lip in an attempt to stop smiling. “So please try to have some control. I’m sure you have your own place where you can engage in such intimacies at your own leisure without fear of being interrupted, and so does Law.”

“Yes sir. It won’t happen again.” Luffy nodded politely.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t necessarily believe that.” Corazon sighed. He held open the door for both of them, patting Law gently on the shoulder as he passed. “Don’t go getting frisky now, I’ll be right back.”

Luffy couldn’t help but smile at Corazon’s attitude. He waited until the door shut before turning to Law, who had collapsed in his chair. “I guess I was worried about nothing.”

“Told you.” Law sighed. He beckoned Luffy to him. “Corazon raised and trained me with a different set of principles that vary from how my uncle does things. I think he’s is more pleased about this than he’s letting on.”

“Pleased?” Luffy reached out and took Law’s hand, something he’d been wanting to do since they were first caught.

“I don’t socialize a whole lot, hardly at all outside of business dealings.” He squeezed Luffy’s fingers gently. “He’s probably hoping this is for the best.”

Luffy nodded, a mild frown on his lips because Law was looking off at the wall rather than at him. Law’s thumb ran over Luffy’s knuckles in a soothing gesture, more for himself than Luffy. “Law…?”

“Come on, you two! Get your stuff, Law’s taking us to dinner.” Corazon poked his head back into the office startling the pair.

“He is?”

“I am?”

“Yes, and now that you’ve both parroted the obvious, let’s go.”

After getting lost several times to the point where Law threatened to take over driving from Corazon, they arrived at Sanji’s diner. Luffy sent Sanji a text as they pulled in, warning his friend who he was with. Law opened the door for him before he had unbuckled from his seat.

“You ok?” Luffy asked, closing the door behind him.

Law laughed lightly, shaking his head. “It’s just not how I intended to spend this evening.” He brushed his fingers across Luffy’s cheek.

“Luffy,” Corazon called, interrupting the gentleness of the moment. Law let his hand dropped so Luffy could turn toward the president. “I just realized we left Law’s car back at the office.” It was weird how Luffy knew Law was rolling his eyes, and he tried not to laugh. “After dinner, I’ll drive him back to the office so he can come back and take you home. I would, but I may get lost again. And I’m sure you’d rather Law take you, anyway.”

“No need for that, Mr. Corazon. My apartment is right there.” Luffy nodded to the building across the parking lot behind the blonde.

“Oh, marvelous!” Corazon clapped his hands together. “Then I can just head home afterwards.”

“Um, excuse me…” Law was ignored as Corazon walked by him.

“Come on boys, let’s eat.” Corazon called over his shoulder.

“You can stay over, if you want.” Luffy suggested as they followed the tall man.

“You sure?” Law caught the door after Corazon had let it swing shut behind him and held it open.

“Well, yeah. I mean, still sleeping on the floor…” Luffy trailed off with a shrug. “Wouldn’t blame you if you’d rather go home.”

“And miss sleeping next to you?” Law whispered lowly against Luffy’s ear. “Not a chance.” He smirked at the blush crawling up Luffy’s face. The intern coughed and mumbled something before making his way to the waiting area with Corazon.

“This place reminds of the Baratie.” Corazon commented as he took in the design and atmosphere of the diner.

“I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or if it just annoys me.” Sanji came from the dining area to the greet them. He offered his hand to Corazon.“Welcome to the All Blue Diner. Luffy tells me you’re some of his associates from work.”

“Actually, they’re my bosses.” Luffy corrected, grinning at Sanji’s sigh.

“Oh, never mind those formalities. We’re off the clock.” Corazon shook Sanji’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet a friend of Luffy’s.”

“Of course. The name’s Sanji, I was raised at the Baratie. The old geezer taught me how to cook.”

Corazon laughed. “I assume you mean Zeff. I’m Corazon, head of the US branch for the DonQuixote companies.”

The slight confusion that appeared on Sanji’s face came and went. Luffy knew it was from hearing the plural of company. Most assumed that the corporation was one business rather than a web of businesses in almost everything from production to distribution. The look was replaced with one of high judgment that Sanji masked and wore very well.

“Trafalgar Law.” Though Law did not remove his hands from his pockets to take Sanji’s, he bowed his head slightly in a polite greeting.

“I see. Luffy’s, ah,” Sanji paused as he reached around the counter for some menus. “Mentioned you before.”

Luffy could kick the blonde. He knew Sanji had promised Sabo and Ace he’d look after him while they were on vacation, but did he have to go the whole nine-yards? No doubt Sanji was subtly observing every little thing Law did. He was good at that so hardly anyone noticed.

“You as well.” Law said as they were led through the dining area. “Something about an incident with his air mattress.”

The way Sanji almost tripped made Luffy want to cheer and cringe at the same time. Sanji recovered quickly, sparing a second to shoot Luffy a death glare. Thankfully, Corazon seemed blissfully unaware of the exchange as he continued to admire the interior design of the diner.

“Is a booth fine?” Sanji asked, stopping by one near a window and away from the few other tables that held patrons. Once the three of them were seated he took their drink orders and headed back for the kitchen.

“Sorry,” Corazon mumbled as he shifted on his side of the booth. “Long legs…”

“It’s fine.” Luffy scooted a bit so he wasn’t bumping knees with the overly tall blonde. He and Law sat across from Corazon with Luffy by the window and a little extra space between them so Corazon’s legs wouldn’t be cramped.

“Can you recommend anything?” Corazon asked even though he was looking through dessert portion of the menu first.

“Hm, I don’t know.  Everything Sanji makes is good.”

Corazon pouted before glancing at Law. “What are you getting?” He asked, noticing Law wasn’t even bothering with the menu.

“I’m not all that hungry.” Law reached across the table to flip Corazon’s menu for him. “The eggplant parmesan is good though, you would like it.”

“You’ve been here?” Corazon inquired.

“A few times when I caught Luffy working late. First time I’ve met Sanji though.”

“Oh…” His lips twitched undecidedly. “And Luffy lives across the parking lot.”

Law sighed. “Yes.”

“Convenient placing for a diner.” Before Corazon could continue wherever that particular train of thought was going, Sanji came back with their drinks and to take their orders.

Afterwards, Corazon focused on Luffy. “Do you plan on interning for the next term as well?”

Luffy bit the inside of his cheek. “Probably.”

“Be sure to get the application for it in soon. Certain openings fill up fast, and you’ll want to pick a position that is beneficial.”

“Beneficial for...?”

“For your field of study, I mean.” Corazon clarified.

“Oh, right.” Luffy decided to keep quiet about how he was still unsure where he was going with his business degree. He had yet to define it down to particular area within the major. Thankfully Corazon continued on with his questions. He seemed a little flighty with his topics, asking Luffy a wide variety of personal and random questions and glaring at Law every time he tried to interject.

“That’s too bad about your mattress.” Corazon frowned. He had been asking about Luffy’s apartment, impressed with the mention of his tank but concerned about his lack of bed. “Where do you sleep?”

Luffy laughed. “On the floor. I have a lot of quilts and blankets thrown down as a makeshift.”

“No couch?”

“Well, yeah, but you can’t really sleep on it.“

“I suppose it would be hard for two people to sleep on a couch at the same time.” Corazon mumbled.

“We’re not-”

Law nudged him with his elbow. “Let it be.” He mouthed when Corazon glanced off to the side after spotting Sanji.

“How did you mattress pop anyway?” The blonde continued a moment later after the cook was standing by the table. Corazon’s plate hit the table a little hard, and Luffy noticed the embarrassed blush across Sanji’s nose and cheeks.

“Accidents happen.” Luffy said, making a point to look at Sanji as he set down his Yang Chow rice as well.

“Yes, they do. And the Marimo is going to replace it.” Sanji groused before taking his leave back to the kitchen.

“Who?” Law asked Luffy.

“That’s a nickname he has for Zoro, because of his natural green hair.”

“Oh, it’s not often you see that. I mean, aside from your cousins and aunt,” He said to Law. “I’ve never met someone else with green hair.” Corazon mused for a moment before picking back up on his endless questioning. “Hm, let me think, where were we…? Oh, have you taken all of your English courses for you curriculum?”

Thankfully dinner was not as awkward as Law had feared. Corazon loved the interns and treated them all with kindness. They were potential investments of the future, and he helped Iceburg fund and start the internship program.

“Law, are you sure you don’t want anything?” Corazon asked about halfway through his meal.

“I’m fine.”

“You really don’t eat enough.” Corazon continued anyway. “You take care of him, Luffy. I’m trusting you.”

Luffy laughed as the president continued to lament for his poor son’s health. “He’s right you know.” He elbowed Law as moved his plate between them. “Do you want some?”

Law sighed but took the offered spoon. “If it will get him to be quiet.” He took a bite, ignoring the huff from his father.

They shared the rest of the plate, though Law only took a few more bites, just enough to pacify Corazon. Plates cleared away and the diner nearing closing time, Corazon leaned back in his seat to take in the couple across from him.

“You make a father proud.” He said with a decisive nod. “There was a time I feared you would never grow out of being a recluse. You would die old and grey at the office desk and-“ He interrupted himself with a sniff. “Only have your coin collection to talk to…” He pulled a handkerchief from a pocket and dabbed at his eyes.

“I have friends, Cora-san.” Law pointed out.

Luffy grinned. “Coin collection?”

“Oh, but how the future looks so bright now.” Corazon continued.

“What coin collection?” Luffy tried again.

“Well, now I’m not showing you…” Law gave a mock pout.

“Hey,” Luffy scooted closer. “Come on, that sounds cool. What kind of coins? Do you have lots?”

“It’s quite an impressive collection. He’s gathered them from all around the globe.” Corazon admitted.

“Lucky…” Luffy looked down at his lap for a moment. ��I want to see them now.”

“Maybe next time you’re over at my place.” Law relented. He nudged Corazon’s leg with his foot. “You ready to go?”

“Oh? Kicking me out already?” Corazon laughed as they stood.

“The diner is closing.” Law defended.

“Mmm, yes of course.” Corazon winked at Luffy. “Well, I won’t keep you two from each other any longer than necessary. You have a good evening gentlemen.” He stopped by the entrance and bowed to them. “Have fun, safe sex and all that.” He waved them goodbye as he left the diner and headed for his car. Luffy laughed at the embarrassed blush on Law’s cheeks.

Law leaned against the railing of the apartment complex’s outdoor staircase. He took in the quiet highway and starry sky above, the worries of his job floating farther away in his mind. Luffy stood beside him and looked out into the night for a moment.

“Traffy?”

“Hm?”

“You ok?” Luffy asked, bumping shoulders with his boss.

“Yeah, I was just looking. This is nice.” Law pushed away a giggle when he felt Luffy’s breath against his ear. “What are you doing?”

“Checking your brain.” Luffy pushed up on his tiptoes so he could try and see into Law’s ear better and possibly discover what’s was malfunctioning inside the man’s skull.

Law laughed as he stepped away from the railing. He held Luffy by the arms so the younger man wouldn’t lose his balance. “You don’t think so?”

“You have a condo with a private balcony overlooking Sabaody forest.”

Oh, yeah….

“This is nice too.” Law said in defense of the view they were standing before.

“Only because it’s quiet.” Luffy stepped back. “Once the holidays come around it’ll be noisy and so bright you won’t be able to see the stars anymore.”

“Even more reason to appreciate it now.” Law leaned down a pressed a kiss to Luffy’s temple. Or tried to. The younger man snorted at his statement and bumped into him.

“C’mon, let’s get inside. It’s muggy out here.” Luffy laced his fingers with Law’s and pulled him back inside the building toward his door.

Luffy’s apartment was pleasantly cool compared to the midsummer night’s humidity. Law found himself relishing the relief a moment longer as he leaned against the door. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

“Not yet.” Luffy answered. He had walked over to his closet and looked as though he was fighting with the hangers inside. “You?”

“Not yet…” Law mimicked with a small smile. “What are you doing?” He made his way over.

“Making space.” Luffy grumbled as he attempted to shove about a dozen hangers and their shirts farther into the corner.

“For?”

“You.” Luffy huffed when the hangers stopped shifting back. “Gimme.” He reached behind without looking to tug on Law’s jacket.

It took Law a moment to process what Luffy meant. He mumbled an incoherent apology as he helped Luffy slide his jacket off, watching as his intern carefully folded his jacket over the hanger before placing it in the closet.

“Um, do you want to shower?” Luffy turned but was still between Law and the closet. “Like not together, unless you want to…” He stared rather pointedly at Law’s tie. “Just if you wanted one before bed or-“

“You’re rambling. Are you ok?” Law took a step back and pulled Luffy to him so they weren’t crowded by the closet. He ran his hand soothingly down Luffy’s back.

“Yeah… just relieved, I guess?” Luffy laughed and leaned into Law.

Law hummed and nodded. “I’m fine for tonight. I’ll take a shower tomorrow when I get home.”

Which, Luffy realized when he entered his bathroom, was a good thing. He only had two towels and one of them was in the laundry hamper somewhere. That was something he should think about. Sanji had a bunch of stuff at Zoro’s place for when he stayed over. He wanted to ask Sanji a few questions. He needed advice… “Why is adulting so hard?” Luffy groaned. Guess he’d just have to wing it until he could talk to Sanji.

After his shower, Luffy rejoined Law who was sitting on the arm of the couch watching the aquarium. He frowned, remembering he hadn’t unfolded the blankets before taking his shower. “Traffy? Sorry about the wait.”

“It’s fine.” Law held up his phone. “Had to call Gladius to make sure he knows what he’s doing tomorrow.” He stood and stretched. “It really is amazing.”

“What? The tank?” Luffy laughed as he moved by Law to open the top a little. “Everyone says that.”

“Because it’s true. Fish can be hard to take of. Especially salt water species.” Law watched as Luffy sprinkled some food in. “It shows you have dedication and the responsibility to maintain something important.”

“With help.” Luffy closed the tank. “I have to ask Zoro to feed them sometimes.”

“That’s what I mean by responsible. You know you need assistance, and you ask for it rather than jeopardizing the situation.”

“Traffy… Law.”

“What?”

“You think too much.” Luffy took Law’s hand and led him over to his makeshift bed. “So stop it.”

“Look who’s talking.” Law chuckled.

Luffy puffed his cheeks out as he unfolded the blankets. “ You said we should keep it a secret.”

“No, I said don’t tell everyone.”

Luffy flopped down on to his bed while Law undressed. That is what Law said, and that’s what he had done. Corazon was an accident. And as Law pointed out, he would’ve found out sooner or later. “It’s not that hard, is it?” Luffy mumbled.

Law sat down beside him and kissed his cheek. “No, it isn’t. There’s no reason for it to be, and if you’re concerned about something you can always tell me. You know,” He tapped Luffy’s nose. “Communicating, negotiating. You’re business major, that’s something you should be good at.”

Luffy huffed. “Talking takes too long, it’s easier to just get in there and deal with it.” He laid back as Law laughed at his contradictory logic. Law had a great laugh, and Luffy found himself watching Law’s face; how he closed his eyes and hid his lips behind his hand even for just a small laugh.

“You’re cute,” he decided. “Let’s go on a date tomorrow.”

“Yeah? Where to?” Law leaned over him, grey eyes soft with happiness as they studied Luffy.

“I haven’t decided yet. But it’ll be fun.”

Law laid down next to Luffy, accepting the arms that wrapped around him almost immediately. He closed his eyes with a smile. “Sounds like a plan.”