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traiaadd156 · 1 month ago

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No, but reverse AU damian??

damian as a yandere

Dead dove do not eat!!!!

Warnings!; stock home syndrome, cnc, AGED UP DAMIAN!, cscnc, kidnapping, being held captive, chaining, p n v, fingering, voyeurism, drugging, being manipulative, blood. Pls comment if I missed anything(⁠^⁠^⁠), college au, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I REPEAT!!, somnophilia, dacryphilia, reader wasnt able to escape, happy ever after(?), damian being a stalker etc. long ahh fanfic, fem!reader, violence(duhh ) spanking, virginity taking, straitjacket and light bondage, sadist damian(?) on going!(Probly two more stories)

It was never meant to be this painful. You felt your head pounding against skull whilst everything around felt like a haze, a thin sweat covering your forehead with how hard your trying to regain some bit of clarity to whatever the hell is happening.

All you remembered was your classmate; Damian. You and him were supposed to be doing a project at his place, at first you're rather nervous to come in your rather casual attire since everything about him was pristine and opulent to a suffocating degree.

But thankfully enough it wasn't the wayne manor, rather another house. It wasn't a mansion but it was still more than enough than your college budget could afford; a two story house, it looked well kept yet its old fashioned american architecture could say otherwise, but it was nice like the well trimmed garden.

You had walked the gravel to his front patio, it crunching every step till you finally walked up the wooden steps to his door.

A soft breath is let out of you, before ringing the door bell. Waiting whilst you looked around, his neighbours were rather quiet, probably asleep at this time but the hour was an early evening... Brushing it off when he finally opened the door, he greeted with a curt nod and a slight smile before letting you in.

It was all fine, the project and power point went on well without him butting in and saying something was wrong with your analogy or what not when adding something into the presentations power point; he was oddly cooperative, a soft hum left your lips pleased seeing how his laptops lock screen was of his animals and dog(titus).

"I didnt know you had a cow." Musing when he came back with a chilled canned latte of coffee, he handed you one.

"thats titus, great dane." He said cooly, it was oddly endearing whilst you finally finished the power point.

"thanks, I never privy you for a dog person." Not helping to jab since he didnt look like a person who'd enjoy anything at all. Opening the can as its satisfying crackle sounded when opening the tab, drinking the stimulant concoction. At least he knew your sweet tooth.

"well I do like animals, not just dogs. I also have a cow."

That made you chuckle a bit lowly, trying not to spit out your own drink. It wasnt out of mockery but by how oddly sweet and out of character it is for him, or what you believed so.

"well you might as well make a whole farm with the collection of animals you have."

He smiled, at that. Not because it was some witty remark that amused him even if it did. It was the way that anesthetic worked wonders, and how easily you seem to ease in and pass out onto his floor.

Thats what is happening right now, he was carrying you somewhere. Your limp body being carried like it was the most precious thing on earth, he could smell your shampoo and perfume from how close you were whilst he carried you to your room.

Well not your actual room, but a room he built for you underground, where no one would even think to look. He was much more clever than to leave out any evidence that you were even in the house in the first place.

He knew you didnt have any roommates, he knew your hobbies, where you live, and multiple routes to that shabby apartment you lived in.

It angered him.

Not at you but at the things he could have done if he just acted sooner.

But he wanted to wait, to see if you were the one. He doesnt need to think twice anymore.

It felt like a dream when he layed you onto your new bed and room, how peaceful you looked when asleep. And how easy it was to strap that heavy metal chain on your ankle to prevent you from escaping, or even moving properly with how thick it was.

Damian wasnt an idiot.

He knew he shouldnt be in a very loud area filled with people and with his budget he practically could rent out the whole block of his neighbour hood if he wanted. Which he did.

No witnesses, only him driving to an unmarked place where not even his father or the other robins would go, somewhere far from the irky muck of gotham.

His hand gently caressed your unconscious face, sliding his knuckles against the softness of your skin, him crouching to get a better look at your face when he did so.

He couldnt leave you alone.

Well, not where he doesnt know where you are.

You were so gullible, he seemingly made it easy to look harmless and scrawny. A personality he created all for you .

Soft smiles here and there, his handsome face and rich background made it impossible for anyone to suspect.

Just like how easily he lied.

But it was all for you.

He wasnt going to let you go, not when you're already in his snare.

He sighed mentally scolding you for how easy you were to target, you werent air headed... Well sometimes you were, but it was always in the comfort of other people.

His hand glided over the appliances he bought for this room; the bed, the closet filled with the clothes he thought you'd like, soon going out of the room.

He made sure it was perfect.

He made sure you could never fight back. So he wouldnt have to hurt you.

That thought crossed his mind many times but he made sure. He needed you to be hopeless, it would be much easier to break you then, but time would just go by and then he'll finally have his answer.

When you finally woke up the first thing was to panic, the pink walls and the soft glow of the orange lamp beside you. Practically jumping out of the bed but when you stood nausea hit you like a truck, the bitter acidic taste on your tongue and throat before stumbling back down onto the bed.

Something heavy and cold weighing on your ankle.

"what the fuck." Muttering tugging on the chain, the door was closed and unlocked but by how long this chain is you could only walk around this stupid room and to the bathroom.

Your first instinct was to scream, and so you did. For thirty minutes straight before giving up, and so right now your trying to pry off the lamp stuck to that night stand which ALSO was stuck to the ground.

It was obvious who ever the hell kidnapped you thought it through and it made you so irritated and at the same time scared.

Because what could they possibly want from you? You were rich thats for sure so what do they want??

Hours seem to pass before the door opened, and you were shocked to see no one else but damian holding a tray of food.

Your shock soon turned into anger as you screamed, to why he kidnapped you and why the hell you were chained in this creepy kiddish room.

But he didnt answer. "Answer me you psycho!"

That made his jaw clenched before putting down the food tray onto the desk on the foot of the bed. "Please, calm down beloved—" he tried to assure, keeping his tone calm and level headed which obviously you didnt fucking buy.

"NO I WONT CALM DOWN! And stop calling me that you weirdo, let me out!"

He knew you'd act like this, like everyone else but he didnt budge. "You are never leaving this place alright? Whether you like it or not."

He announced leaving no room for argument before he left, you just sat there on your bed angry tears from the throbbing of your head and how powerless you felt. But there is one thing he could never do is let you give up, not when you had a life ahead.

You weren't stupid enough to throw the food away, and eating with caution since he last drugged you made you pass out and made you stuck here in the first place.

The desk seemed heavy and clean, made of some fancy wood you know. The food wasnt much to die for; just oatmeal and some fruit with water and half of a ham sandwich he probably bought from subway.

Begrudgingly eating as you wondered, even if your body felt like it was too weak to even stand without falling into the floor.

How long were you out for?

Days felt like years, realizing his pattern. Usually he comes whenever he thinks your asleep or occupied but you stubbornly keep ignoring him or beg to be let free. Even hitting and scratching more than once which he quickly shut down.

His punishments werent kind either, he would force you in a straitjacket to avoid you from moving, even letting you stay in there for days and only some minutes where he'd let you out just to go in the restroom.

But whenever you were in the straitjacket he'd let you roam outside the room, you realized how there was no windows or doors leading out meaning it must be an underground system where he is holding you in.

Lony eeri dim halls that seem to stretch and some open areas that were supposed to mimic a house or whatever he is trying. The vents were always too small and too high for you to crawl out off.

The loneliness hit you like a truck which seemingly was just the first month of you being kept here, some nights you'd just sob into your pillow or not eat as much as you did which he oddly was quick to notice.

Some foods you used to like no longer interested you which he also stopped buying, he could see the soft hope and light in your eyes grew to fade. Yet he never comments, he always speaks to you as if this was the most normal thing, he keeps giving nicknames that sometimes you didnt even understand. It made you cringe half the time "beloved" or "habibti" or some other arabic endearment.

You had started to draw as a hobby, to keep you from going insane with how your practically stuck here having to put up with his stupid rules and his stupid face. He only gave you oil pastels to avoid you from making a weapon to hurt him or yourself.

But he knew the best to do for you, right? He knew you were awake whenever you pretended to sleep, letting him hold your face if he wanted, to just stare at the only time you ever seem to be at peace.

It seemed as the weeks went by you caught yourself always looking at the doors, usually the places he'd enter. But there is no way your actually expecting him to come in, he kept coming back later than some days.

Its as if you were starting to actually miss him, but there is no way... He was the one who made you feel like a doll; meant to be looked at and touched and nothing more than that. And he sometimes stick your poor drawing onto the fridge like your child which infuriated you.

But there was one incident you never forgot, when you tried to gouge out his eye balls with your finger.

Now your bound and over his lap. In his dark gravely voice he spoke; "your counting all of these, and if you make one mistake were going through it ten fold."

His heavy hand then struck down, counting the first hit. "One–" managing to choke out as his leg caught your flailing legs as you, he knew you werent going to be let off easily and out of his own sick desire he is stretching this punishment to hold along more.

With every strike you seem to lose a part of your dignity and pride, 17. It was all he was going too count, but why that number? It felt like a terribly odd number and one you knew you'd loose yourself too.

Even after he finished, he noticed the slickness between your thighs. "Just as I thought, but dont fret.. Im sure you'd enjoy the next punishment." Your body was limp on his thigh, your legs slightly trembled when his rough hand gently squeezed your reddened rear. This was humiliating, its as if he really wanted to break you.

Now you were blind folded and finally in that straitjacket again as much as you dreaded, laid out in a surgical table as your feet and body were also bound as you cussed and yelled at him.

Soon a heavy slap came to your thigh from a belt, choking on your own breath as hot angry tears started to fall as you tried to do the latter— to convince him that you didnt want to be hurt; not when you couldnt see, it only terrified you even more.

"please- damian, I didnt mean too. I just wanna go home!" Pleading falling into deaf ears as another blow hit, right as your hip making you jump.

"No, I don't think its right. You tried to kill me, and now your going to face the consequences of your actions." He states, his eyes calculating and dark watching your half bear form as you squirmed, the slickness that shined between your thighs was enough to make him swallow his own desire.

The rough pads of his thumb finding your clit making you yelp, rough tight circles went into a slow pace but deliberate enough you'd choke in your own words. "Ng—! Wait damian please- stop–!"

It was great, how powerless you were, and those soft noises you made he wanted to hear more. He could see you clenching on nothing as you mockingly chuckled darkly whilst continuing his ministration.

A soft noise that sounded like a choked mewl let out from your throat as you plead to stop died down, your trembling body arching painfully as you still were crying, he was hoping it was out of pleasure than anything. "Whats wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He continued to rub tight harsh circles on your clit, the slick dripping down to your inner thighs which he collected with his index before going in.

A soft gasp letting out from you. "You're drenched, and here this was supposed to be your punishment. Maybe I am being too lenient with you." He hissed with desire dripping from his tone, his hands soon exited out, the friction you wanted gone, a whimper coming out of you much to his sick amusement. "Dont worry, your such a fucking slut for seemingly enjoying this." But before you could say anything he shifted away.

"well I guess I should start, you arent leaving this room until its morning." He soon stuck a vibrator taped to your clit before he set it to the middle setting, to your already raw and spent clit, it was a harsh yet overstimulating feeling of pleasure and pain that ripped into you. "Mhph— damian–! Dami please!" You didnt even know what your asking for as your mind went blank, the sudden prod of his digits going into you as your legs strained under the bindings. "Too much!" You whined out as his fingers made a come here motion, your tightness squeezing his digits since your fingers were never that big as his. It made your head throw back at the cool metal beneath you whilst he hummed, satisfied with your reaction. Thats it, he wanted you to feel it, to feel him inside but he cant rush. Not yet...

He wanted to make your first time with him special.

He didnt comfort you, at the searing stretch that deliciously went in. Lewd squealing wet noises coming out from the slickness of your puffy pussy, clenching like it was trying to push him out before his movements grew bolder.

Every mewl whimper and whine he seemed to relish in, he was a bit happy you seemed to be taking pleasure in it. Or the way your body was responsive to him. It stroked his pride and ego, to how he could make you feel like this. It was a delight he couldn't help but enjoy, every noise you make, the way your walls clench around his fingers and he could see your toes curl whenever it hit that special spot inside you.

He could finally feel you.

He could feel how close you were, the way your body halted its tremor and seemingly trying to concentrate on how the tips of his fingers rammed into your cervix, a soft muffled whimper with your bottom lip being bitten as a strangled cry let out.

That was good, he thought watching you fall apart to his fingers alone. He ignored the throb of his own dick in his slacks, he didnt want to admit his desire not yet.

"poor girl, so pathetic and too horny to think of anything else." He coaxed softly, kissing your temple before withdrawing his fingers. The played with the sticky substance in his fingers before out of his own need he put his digits into his mouth. A groan of satisfaction letting out of his chest. "So fucking good." He cursed, eyes rolling back when he closed them, you tasted so sweet and tangy on his tongue, it felt like oozing caramel on his fingers. His tongue working licking and swallowing every bit of you, groaning at the taste. He finally got what he always dreamt of, every wet dream he got now here played out into the table, he could see how your limbs turned to jelly laying limply.

"so beautiful, as always.." he muttered lowly to himself, before you could even come down from your own high his plan did need to break you thoroughly.

Taking the vibrator off your twitching clit, he could see your nipples poking out in relief as you sighed, probably feeling tired. "Were not done yet." He said yet again.

"didnt I say were going to be stuck here all night?"

You couldnt even think properly as he shoved in that vibrator, and another egg shaped vibrator , and another till you practically were filled to the brim. A soft whimper letting out whenever he opened each single one of them.

He had all night, it was a weekend after all and maybe you didnt know that, a sick evil grin on that stupidly handsome face, a sick perversion he has been hiding for everyone except you. Since you were the enigma of it. The drive to what he has become now, or what he would like to say.

Time skip

Finally the alarm from his phone rang; finally it was the early morning 5;30, he sighed as he looked at his screen for a moment then back at your wet broken figure, when the last vibrator finally was at low battery, a strangled relieved mewl finally let out from you as he walked over.

He saw the mess you made, your juices dripping out of the table and your tired teary eyes looked glossy when he took off the blind fold from your eyes. "Are you still there?" He had the gall to ask, looking back at him dumbly when he started to unbuckle your straitjacket and the binds from your leg. Sex filled the air like an intoxicating fume, but it wasnt unpleasant, his own arousal as hazed as your vission.

Finally you were behaving, not fussing and no back talk or trying to claw his eyes. He carried you out of that room as he walked, your arms around him while he carried you to his bathroom where he had a bathtub that oddly fitted both of you. He already began to strip as the warm water filled when he opened the knobs, sitting on the toilet as you leaned back, exhausted and trembling, slick still sticky between your plush thighs.

He hummed softly whilst scrubbing your hair, he watched as your back slumped on his stomach. The scent of his shampoo on your head as he was rather quiet, you looked down at the waters whilst scrubbing your body with the wash cloth he gave.

"what made you call me beloved?"

Suddenly asking stunning him for a bit, its the first thing you asked after being so quiet for so long. "Nothing, I just found it befitting." He said before adding, explaining further why;

"its what my parents use to talk to each other, specifically my mother."

That was actually sort of cute, that he would copy his parents way of showing love, you wondered if its also because he kidnapped you.

"thats cute.." muttering whilst soon washing your face with the warm water.

Your body ached as he carried you out of there after drying you, uncharacteristically cooperative, he was wondering if your planning another escape. "Do you want to go out?"

He finally asked watching you put on deodorant that he'd bought(since he bought everything you used to mascara, soaps and even deodorant since maybe its because you liked not having anything different)

"really?" Finally after the many months of trying to make you happy, a glimmer shined in your eyes, glossy and something real.

"yeah."

"but only in the garden."

Ehh, thats close enough, to finally feel the sun on your skin again and see something other than steel and bleak colors. It made you finally smile softly.

Standing up off the bed as you walked following him, not caring if you didnt have shoes on since as long as you were out.

Both going to a tunnel he never let you out, walking a long path of stares exhausting you for a bit before opening the outside. An inside of an abandoned warehouse greeted you, old cars piled here and there but you didnt mind as you stared in awe finally seeing something different.

Following him to the outside, he opened the rusty old door slightly before exiting. It wasnt that much of an eye candy but there was over grown weeds and grass but none the less you were delighted, after putting on slipper you ran around the space of grass, sometimes crouching to pick up some flowers or weeds you found interesting, collecting them with your left hand.

He watched from a distance, leaning on the abandoned structure of the warehouse. He knew it was pointless to run away since you were no longer in gotham, he had it specifically located in the middle of nowhere yet there was still a way back to the city where he could go sometimes.

Finally you came back, messy even after you showered before carrying back the mess of weeds and flowers with you. "You arent getting that back in the house." He warned, begrudgingly having to give up the flowers and leaving them on the head of a car. "Fine, but Im taking this one."

Putting the small flower on your hand before walking back inside to the bunker like place he called 'home'

2 weeks later

For a few days you had been calm, unproblematic and surprisingly clingy to him. Well you craved human interaction and he was the only person you even get to see in real life, now you two were on the couch, watching a movie about something you didnt care as you were on top of him cuddling much to his delight that he didnt show.

"Im leaving for the city for a few weeks, and I cant visit you.." he finally broke the comfortable silence, his words slightly confusing you. Why is he leaving you here? Alone? Is he even sure about this? Maybe it was just your paranoia taking over. "Really? And why cant you visit me?"

Not helping to prod as he didnt look you in the eye when speaking. "Just work related things, the fridge has 5 months of food and meat. Make sure to eat the fruits before they rot, and you still have a good amount of chocolate too. But dont eat them all in one sitting."

Since the last time you got kitchen banned was because you ate a weeks whole of chocolate bars you really liked, besides the time you tried to stab him with a plastic knife(which obviously didnt work)

"Im not gonna eat it all in one sitting." Well that was an obvious lie, but whatever your mind wants to believe its fine..

You stared at him, is he serious? You dont know if you could handle not even being able to see or even contact him since there is nothing but a smart TV you didnt know how to use. Because he was rich and of course he had to do that—.

"promise to come straight back." Not helping to plead, but you tried to make it sound as demanding and as annoying as you could to hide your concern.

"I will beloved, I promise."

And the next day he left early in the morning, he didn't even wake you up, only a note stuck on the fridge with a strawberry magnet reading; 'dont eat all the chocolates'

Oh course he'd write that, a soft huff leaving your nose before continuing to read; 'and the other rooms are opened for you.'

The other room? Oh, yes you nearly forgot about that one since he was worried you'll keep rampaging and destroying things like that poor rice cooker.

The days went by and you had explored every nock and crack in the whole underground labyrinth of a house; there was a library, a gym, a sauna, and a locked metal door that reeked of rott you didn't open. If he was so calm about kidnapping you, killing and torture wouldnt be beneath him either.

You sighed sitting on his bed reading a book you took out of the library waiting for his return, this felt normal, and you miss him.

A whiff of his pillow as you nuzzled laying on the side, missing him already would feel like a shame. It made you seem needy but you'd never admit that to his face since it would only stroke his ego if you did tell...

Your eye lids grew heavy like the small bit of doubt in your stomach.

Is he coming home?

Its cold when you're the only one warming the bed, what an asshole.

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hannahbarberra162 · 2 months ago

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Uncomfortably Numb (Yan Law x reader, part 3 of 4)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

The other parts

Don't kill me I made it four parts.

Thank you to @gouraminnow for the comments, help editing and generally getting me past my writing block with this one :)

After the scare in the medicine supply closet, you were hesitant to be alone with Law. There was something off, something that wasn’t sitting right with you. You felt like you were always keeping an eye on him, maintaining awareness of his movements and whereabouts. If the Captain noticed you watching him, he didn’t say anything as he continued his daily work. He didn’t even remark on the fact that you hadn’t been into his office to read. He left you alone as you worked and hung out with members of his crew, only sparing you the occasional glance or word if absolutely necessary. You were on edge and determined not to let Law’s strange actions affect your work ethic - or need to leave the crew at the end of the trip.

But as the week dragged by under the sea, you found yourself relaxing around the Captain once again. Being underwater and contained in the ship meant there wasn’t all that much to do and you did miss reading with Law in his office. The longer you went without speaking with him, the more you thought about the interaction you’d had. He did have the anesthetics on board, you rationalized, he wasn’t lying about that. And none of the crew seemed out of sorts at all - laughing together or gently ribbing Law when they got the chance. You’d probably been too stressed over the Marine thing and hadn’t been thinking clearly, that wasn’t Law’s fault.

As the days passed you caught yourself not only watching out for Law, but watching him as well. You liked the situationship you’d been in before the Marine fiasco and you missed talking with him over your reading about fishmen. Law had been a great person to bounce your ideas off of - he would add his own references from human anatomy and physiology if needed and it made for great conversation. Well, for the two of you - Penguin and Shachi told you it took second in the World’s Most Boring Conversation awards, only after Law’s lectures about fire safety.

After a week of nights spent tossing and turning in your bed, you poked your head into Law’s office around bedtime and were greeted with the familiar sight of Law sitting at his desk with a now cold cup of black coffee.

“Dentist-ya,” Law intoned, not taking his eyes off the book he was reading.

“Hi Captain -”

“Law.”

“R-right, Law. Can I - I’d like to read here if that’s ok with you,” you asked, curling your fingers around the edge of the metal door. You felt a little awkward, but then again, you were always awkward. It was one of many reasons you’d become a dentist - no way for patients to talk to you with their mouths kept open. Law didn’t answer right away, the silence chipping away at your courage as you stood in the doorway.

“Come in,” Law said, his clipped tone making you second guess your decision. Still, you pushed yourself forward and walked over to the settee, your preferred seat. To your surprise, the copy of Fishman Anatomy and Physiology was sitting on the coffee table, your bookmark exactly where you’d left it. In fact, everything was as you remembered it, down to the rings on Law’s desktop from old cups of coffee. You sat on the edge of the settee and fiddled with the cover of the old tome.

“I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable, Dentist-ya,” Law said, as the sound of book snapping shut made you jump.

“N-not at all! I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was-”

“Avoiding me,” Law stated calmly, steepling his fingers and crossing his legs in his large office chair.

“N-no? No, that’s not-” you stammered, trying to get out of the confrontation. You had some hope that maybe the tension wouldn’t be mentioned, that you could slip back into the old ways the two of you were together without having to talk through anything.

“You’re a bad liar. But you don’t need to be nervous, I’m not upset with you. I am…used to things operating under my control. I get out of sorts when things don’t happen the way I expect or want them to,” he explained, crossing his foot over his knee. “I suppose it comes with being a surgeon. Or perhaps being raised by Donquixote Doflamingo,” he said offhand, leaning back in his chair.

“You -you were raised by Doflamingo? That’s a…surprise,” you said, unsure what to say so as not to offend the Captain. Doflamingo was a ruthless, maniacal, cruel Warlord, almost everyone had been thrilled when he was overthrown in Dressrosa. You couldn’t imagine what it would have been like to have been raised by someone that psychotic. But if Law had a good relationship with him, you weren’t going to insult the Heavenly Demon.

“Mmh. Well, not just Doflamingo…” Law said, looking back down at his book. You didn’t want to pry but the information was alarming to say the least.

“I’m glad you were able to get away,” you said, wondering if he’d reveal more of himself to you. Law’s eyes flicked to your face before he ran his hand over his own.

“I don’t want to burden you with this information, Dentist-ya. It’s not…palatable,” he intoned with a heavy sigh. Law suddenly looked exhausted, his eye bags standing out to you even more than before. You couldn’t imagine the burden he was carrying after a life like that and wanted to offer your support.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But if you do feel like sharing, I’m ready to listen. There’s nothing you can say that will change how I see you,” you said earnestly. Law was silent for a few minutes, looking back down at his book. He seemed to have clammed up for the moment, so you reached for your own book and began reading. A few minutes later, out of the blue, he began speaking to you again. “I was able to get away from his crew thanks to the sacrifice of his brother, Rosinante. He…well, Doflamingo killed him while he protected me, helped me cure a deadly disease I had contracted. Corazon was really more like a father to me, that’s part of why we’re named the Heart Pirates,” he explained further, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you whispered, raising your hand to your mouth. You weren’t good at consoling people but Law didn’t seem like a crier.

“It happened a while ago, I’m better now. It just left me with some emotional scars, much worse than the physical ones,” he said, continuing his story. Law spent the next hour telling you about living under Doflamingo’s thumb and how it had shaped the person he had become. Now instead of being on the edge of your seat from nervousness, you were unable to break the spell Law was weaving with his words.

You listened closely as Law told you about how he’d been saved by Cora-San, how he’d gotten his fruit, how Cora had been killed to save Law, how he’d found Bepo then Shachi and Penguin, how he’d worked tirelessly to overthrow Doflamingo….Law’s life was much more tragic than you’d suspected and you felt overwhelming empathy for the man in front of you.

“Law, I…I didn’t know,” you said, wishing to find some words of comfort for the Captain to soothe his pain.

“Very few do. I don’t share my past with most people. I don’t share my vulnerabilities with those who haven’t earned the privilege,” he said, running a hand through his hair. He looked so tortured and broken, you couldn’t help but stand up and go to his side. Law was trusting you, confiding in you, and you wanted to show him that you understood the weight of what he was revealing to you.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” you said, sitting down on his desk. Law took your hand in his, the D on his thumb showing as he rubbed it on the top of your hand. Since you learned more about Law’s past, you were more forgiving of his actions. Sure, he was a control freak and made decisions for you, but he’d already lost so many people in his life. It only made sense that he was overprotective and ready to jump in to save those he trusted.

“I know you won’t,” he replied with a small smile on his lips, turning your hand over to kiss the inside of your wrist. You gasped at the intimate gesture as he continued to kiss up the veins of your arm. It was far more romantic than you expected of the stoic Captain and you pressed his body closer between your thighs.

“I missed you,” he said, now kissing the crook of your elbow.

“I missed you too, Law,” you said as he pulled himself to standing. He settled himself between your thighs and held your head in one large palm. You titled it to rest completely in his hand, fully trusting in him at that moment. Law’s other hand cupped your cheek as he brought himself down into a lingering kiss. You moaned softly, you really had missed Law, both in conversation and in moments like these. Law had started kissing your neck softly, one of your most sensitive erogenous zones.

“But I think we need to talk-”

“Let’s forget everything for now and be in the moment. We can talk later, I promise,” Law said into your skin, his hands now pressing into you like they were imprinting tattoos of their own. Just this once , you thought, just this once you’d let your heart lead and your mind follow.

Law pushed you gently onto your back and followed immediately after you, crowding your body with his own on the wide sofa. You were thankfully wearing a long skirt, which Law lost no time in rucking up to your waist. Law wasn’t rushing anything, his fingertips brushing against the skin of your thighs gently as he continued to kiss you. One hand left your outer thigh to hold your jaw, angling it to a position where he could kiss you deeper. You moaned into his mouth, his smile widening a fraction.

His fingers left your thighs to slowly unbutton your blouse, each button carefully undone before moving on to the next one. You tried to remember if you were wearing something cute - you hadn’t expected to get anywhere with Law tonight - but relaxed as you heard him hum as he fingered the lace of the cup.

“Pretty. Just for me?” he stated, dipping his head down to mouth at your breasts over your bra.

“J-just for you,” you confirmed as he bit your nipple through the fabric. He slipped a hand between your shoulder blades and held your torso aloft for a moment, tenderly removing your arms from their straps. Your skin prickled not from the cold but from the look Law was giving you - like he could hardly wait to taste your skin. Your own hands were running under the hem of his shirt, which he quickly tore off and threw overhead. Law resumed kissing from your jaw down your sternum.

“Hmm…your heart’s right here,” he said, planting a kiss over the left side of your chest. One of his hands was now under your skirt, his long fingers playing with your clit over your panties. “Could keep it safe for you, if you wanted,” he murmured. Your giggle turned into a moan as a finger slipped underneath the gusset of your panties.

“M-maybe another time,” you suggested, your back arching as his fingers traced your slit. His index and middle fingers were bringing your juices up towards your clit but you weren’t in the mood. Law had fingered you before and as much as you wanted to come on his fingers again, this time you wanted all of him.

“Law, don’t tease. I’ve been waiting so long and I’m already wet,” you whined, hoping he wouldn’t edge you yet again.

“As you wish,” he said with a smirk. Unzipping his pants, your eyes widened as his cock sprang out from where it had been contained. You’d messed around with Law but he’d never taken off his pants. Seeing his proud member bob in front of your eyes made you gulp as you guessed how many inches it was.

“It will fit,” he assured you, running his hands over your ribcage.

“Are you-”

“I’m sure. Relax,” he said, pulling off the rest of his spotted pants. He resumed teasing your breasts, licking and sucking on your nipples as he brought your knees up to his waist. He lined himself up with your aching core and rubbed his cockhead against your opening.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he husked as he pushed into you slowly. With each inch of Law inside you, your thighs opened wider and your moans became louder until he was finally fully seated within you. He gave you a few moments to adjust but even without movement the stretch was absolutely delicious.

“L-law, you can move,” you gasped as Law’s torso met your own to kiss you. He began moving over you, a simple but continuous rhythm that had you mewling after only a few minutes. He closed his eyes as he pumped into you, as if in benediction. You traced your fingers over his face, Law leaning to kiss your fingertips. For as stoic as he was normally, Law’s romantic gestures had you feeling loved as he brought a hand to rub at your clit.

“ Nnnh~ Law, I’m not hah gonna last long aah,” you cried out against him, your fingers running through his short hair as he stroked you without pause.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

A few hours later and you were catching your breath laying on top of Law on the setee. It almost felt disrespectful to rest your head on the tattoo that you now knew held so much meaning, so much weight, in Law’s life but you were tired from the rounds of incredible sex. Law was laying on his back, one hand behind his head and the other wrapped around your side, trailing his fingers up and down your side as he stared upwards. The two of you laid in companionable silence for a while, until your breathing slowed. Your eyes were sliding closed while resting on him, relaxing into his embrace. Law could room you somewhere else, you decided, you’d enjoy the rest for now.

“Stay with me,” he intoned, startling you out of your sleepy daze.

“Wh-what?” you asked, though you’d heard him perfectly well.

“Stay with me aboard the Tang. It makes the most logical sense - you can anesthetize for my surgeries, complete your research, sail with us. The crew already like you, we can train you to fight if you wish. Until then I will protect you,” nodding as if his plan made perfect sense.

“Law, I can’t,” you said softly, a finger tracing the tattoo on his chest.

“You can.”

“No. I can’t. I don’t want to be on a pirate crew, I want to keep doing my research and helping people,” you said, feeling Law’s arm stiffen behind you. You sat up a little, looking into his face as he continued staring at the ceiling.

“You can do those things with me - us,” Law said, correcting himself at the last minute.

“Law, you knew I’d be leaving when I came on board, remember? It’s been wonderful but we both know it has to end,” you said, your hand over his chest. Law’s mouth set into a firm line as he shifted you back to laying on his body. You thought you felt his hand twitching against your back but it might just have been him moving around.

“Right. Of course.”

A few days later and the Tang was ready to rise to the surface again. You’d spent many hours over the past few days with Law in his office, in his bed, over his desk, on his floor - in just about every private nook and cranny of the Tang. But all good things had to come to an end, and your journey with the Heart Pirates was over.

Coral Island was part of a larger archipelago, so the larger Reef Island wasn’t too far away from the previous stop. This time you didn’t pack your things since you Law said he would bring them off for you at a later time, once you’d found somewhere to settle in. You’d come to trust Law over the last few days, especially now that you knew more about his background prior to piracy.

For your trip ashore you decided to change out of the scrubs you normally wore and into a short, frilly dress that you loved. Coral Island was a summer island known for its dancing and you wanted to partake. Ikkaku whistled at you as you twirled in front of the mirror of the women’s quarters.

“Dressing up for Law?” she asked with a smile. You rolled your eyes but had a smile of your own. You’d miss Ikkaku, she had become a real friend during the journey.

“No, nothing like that. Just want to feel pretty for once. Why don’t you dress up too, you don’t have to wear the boiler suit, do you?” you asked. Ikkaku laughed.

“I wish. We’re not docking here long, this is still considered a work trip. Besides Captain told us to stay on high alert which means we need to remain in uniform,” she said with a wistful sigh as she eyed your dress.

“High alert, why?” you asked, suddenly nervous. He hadn’t said anything to you about any potential dangers, was there something to worry about? Ikkaku shrugged and frowned.

“Another supernova crew on the island. Kid Pirates. We’ve allied with them before but Law doesn’t like to take chances. I don’t think anything’s gonna happen besides Kid pissing off Law - or visa versa - and them arguing. They might get into some kind of dick measuring contest but that’s about it,” she explained. You’d heard about the Kid Pirates but you’d lost interest when you found out they didn’t have any fishmen on the crew.

The rest of the crew had work to do, like Ikkaku said, so you were free to do your own thing on the island. Law offered to come with you to find your lodgings, but you decided to rent a hotel room for the night and find something more permanent the following day - you heard live music on the island and wanted to check it out after weeks of being under the ocean.

About an hour later and you were drinking a bottle of cold beer while watching couples dance to upbeat music. The dancing style of the island was intimate, the couple’s bodies pressed closely together as they spun around the dance floor. The song ended and you clapped and cheered for the couples like the rest of the crowd. Next the band started playing sultry music for an even more romantic tango.

A part of you wished you’d taken Law up on his offer to come with you but he didn’t strike you as a dancer. Not only that but the two of you would be splitting up after the Tang left the island. It would be better for you to start losing your attachment to him sooner than later since you weren’t sure you’d ever see him again. He would remain a fond memory, you were sure, but the two of you couldn’t be anything more. Law was a pirate Captain traveling the sea, and you were, well, a fishman dentist. Deep in your thoughts, you tapped your foot in time to the music as you took another sip of your drink.

As the late afternoon turned to night, the open air bar attracted a much larger crowd, some of whom looked like they were members of the same pirate crew. A bunch had long hair and makeup and matching tattoos of a jolly roger with goggles and red hair on various parts of their body - Kid Pirates. Though they were chatting loudly with each other, you didn’t see any warning signs of imminent danger or fighting. Most of them were bopping to the beat, enjoying the music the bar was offering.

“Would you like to dance, little Mama?” an incredibly tall man asked you with a tap on your shoulder as the band struck up another tune. He had a headdress with spikes on it and fishnets, and had the same tattoo as the other pirates at the bar. The Kid pirates had a bad reputation…but it was just one dance, what harm was it to say yes?

“It would be my pleasure,” you said with a smile and mock curtsey. He laughed and offered his hand for the dance, which you took in your own. He led you to the dance floor and turned you to face him, his hand on the small of your back pressing you closer to him to begin dancing.

“I’m Wire, nice t’meet cha,” he said, bowing his head low so you’d hear him.

“Hi Wire, I’m-”

“You’re Law’s girl,” he said with a wink. You flushed - did everyone already know about you and Law? You didn’t correct him over the din of the music, but you weren’t Law’s girl any longer. After a lifetime of standing on your own reputation the thought of being a secondary character, even to someone as incredible as Law, wasn’t appealing to you. He started to lead you across the dance floor in a tango, surprisingly elegant for such a large man.

“Mm, that’s not exactly true. I’ve been traveling with Law but I’m a dentist by trade, not a pirate,” you supplied as he twirled you away from him and spun you back.

“Interesting. I’m sure you’d find your work cut out for you on our ship, I’m pretty sure half the crew shares a toothbrush,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“You shouldn’t scare me with such a horror story. I’ll take you straight from the dance floor to my chair,” you said with a small laugh.

“Captain's coming back now, you can ask him yourself,” Wire said, pulling you even closer to dip you backwards. You laughed as your worldview turned upside down and you got your first look at Eustass Kid. Your head whipped back up as Wire pulled you back to standing, his hand splaying once again on your back before the band finished the song. Wire inclined his head to you and kissed the back of your hand, making you giggle even more.

“Thank you for the dance, if you’d like another-”

“She doesn’t.” That cold tone of voice could only be Law, you thought as you spun towards the sound. Your smile dropped from your face, feeling like a cup of ice water had been dumped on your head. Law was indeed standing next to a widely smiling Eustass Kid, a room already floating in his outstretched hand. “Move away or you’ll lose an arm like your Captain,” Law growled as Wire stood up taller.

“The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, who the fuck you think you are-” Kid’s twisted grimace was getting wider but all you could see was the pale blue glow of the room in Law’s hand. You took a step away from Wire, your hands raised in surrender.

“N-no, wait, Law - please don’t-” but before you could even protest, you were back on board the Polar Tang, the music and lights of the bar gone in the blink of an eye. You screamed in frustration as you quickly put everything together, even stomping your foot for good measure. Looking around the room, you realized you were in Law’s from the photo on the bedside table of three young boys and a mink as well as the exactly stacked papers.

Thinking through your situation quickly, you realized you were stuck. You wouldn’t be able to get back to the island without a dinghy and it wasn’t like you could swim, so Law had effectively ruined your night out. Even so, you could still go topside and scream at him from afar and perhaps embarrass him into getting you back off the Tang.

Scrambling to the door, you pulled on the handle and found it locked. You tried tugging, pushing, kicking, and even biting the lock but nothing worked. Your head whipped around the room to try and find another way out but since the Tang was a submarine there weren’t any windows. Being trapped in the room was making you feel frantic as you felt a cold sweat drip down your neck. You’d always been a little claustrophobic and you’d attributed it to your fishman nature. But then again, you’d never been trapped in a tiny submersible room before.

You banged on the metal door, your fists aching where they met the cold unyielding metal. Screaming in frustration wasn’t helping at all - there was no one on board the Tang - or at least no one who could hear you.

After a while your fists and throat hurt too much to continue your antics. You anesthetized them a little but the damage was still done. Now tired, you sat on Law’s bed and waited for his return, fuming at the blatant disrespect he’d shown. You wouldn’t take it this time, you were going to tell him in no uncertain terms that you weren’t his, that you’d be leaving, and that you didn't want anything to do with his stupid submarine ever again. Despite your anger, after a while you laid back on the bed as you prepared for Law’s return.

You startled awake to the feeling of cool fingers on your face. You jerked back, surprised by the sensation. It must have taken longer than you anticipated because you’d fallen asleep on the bed. There was no way to tell what time it was in the enclosed cabin but the sounds of the crew’s laughter coming in from the hallways told you it was the end of the night.

“Law, how could you ,” you hissed as you tried to sit up, your eyes flashing with the anger you felt inside.

“It was for your safety, Dentist-ya,” Law said in his usual quiet tone, his fingers still trailing your cheek.

“Don’t bullshit me, Law. I know-” All of your previous anger evaporated as Law’s fingers gripped your jaw tightly, almost hard enough to bruise.

“What is it you know, hm? Do you know why Kid’s bounty is so high? As high as mine and Mugiwara-ya who defeated Warlords and Emperors? Why he rose to fame so quickly? Hm?” Law asked, his voice barely discernible above Penguin’s laughter. Your eyes flicked to the door - there was another voice laughing with Penguin you didn’t recognize - but a rough squeeze from Law’s hand had you focusing back on him.

“His crew is known for their excessive brutality. That man you were dancing with has personally killed hundreds of people - Marines, pirates, civilians - he doesn’t discriminate. Kid himself is known for crucifying Pirate crews who have already surrendered. Yes, we have formed alliances before, but he’s rash and unpredictable. He was already in a volatile mood when the crews met. Tonight could have easily been a blood bath and you-” Law continued, his eyes boring into your own. “You have no training as a fighter, you’d be a liability. Or maybe that’s what you wanted? To be murdered on the dance floor?” Law purred at you, his fingertips digging into the underside of your jaw.

“N-no, I don’t want that. B-but I don’t want to be roomed all the time, I w-want to leave,” you stammered as he continued to stare at you. You felt smaller with every moment he was silent, your stated refusal of his protection now heavy against your tongue.

“No.”

“Wh-what do you mean no?” Your heart was beating faster than you’d ever felt before. Law removed his hand from your jaw and you sat up fully, looking up as he towered over you. “You - we agreed I was leaving,” you whispered.

“Plans changed,” he said with finality.

“N-no, no. Law, no. I’m going to get my things, I need to-” you were shaking your head and grabbed his hand with your own, pleading for him not to keep you.

“I’m doing this for your safety, Dentist-ya.”

“No, you’re not! I don’t know why - Law, please!” you begged, rising to your knees. Tears now beaded on your lash line as you thought through the implications of what he was saying. Being with Law was fun but you couldn’t take another underwater journey. You had your own life you needed to live, you couldn’t keep it on hold just because-

Law sighed heavily and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a folded paper and handed it to you. You opened it with trembling fingers, nearly dropping it on the bed in your nervousness. You gasped as you saw your own picture on a bounty poster - and not just any picture. Someone had somehow gotten a photo of Law kissing you in the public square at the last island and the Marines used that as your bounty poster. You were now a wanted criminal and Law’s girl, all in one fell swoop.

Glancing to the bottom, you read your name and new nickname the Marines gave you. “Dentist of Death? That’s not even original, just a knock-off of yours,” you said automatically as you tried to make sense of the situation. You rubbed your fingers along your forehead as you closed your eyes. This was ok, you could just tell the Marines that you’d been kissing Law, he wasn’t your boyfriend, you weren’t a pirate, you hadn’t done anything wrong, you weren’t in his crew, they’d have to believe you…or take you straight to Impel Down. Your mind spiraled with the news dropped on you as you tried to figure out how to disentangle yourself from Law. The bed dipped to your side and you looked to the source of all your problems.

“You see why you can’t leave now. You’re a heart pirate in the eyes of the government,” Law said softly, his hand now lightly resting on your shoulder. His expression was soft but his eyes held a glint of something more.

“You - you knew someone was there, didn’t you? When you kissed me in public?” you asked quietly, searching his face for the answer. You’d trusted Law but the timeliness of the photo combined with Law’s general dislike of PDA was too big of a coincidence to ignore. Law’s hand tightened on your shoulder as his posture straightened.

“Why would I do such a thing?” Law asked, cocking an eyebrow. You hummed and pressed your lips together, unsure how to answer. Your gut told you that you were right but there wasn’t anything tangible to pin on him.

“Law, please, just- please. Please let me off the ship, out of this room. I can’t be here anymore, I don’t want to be here anymore, please ,” you begged, turning to him once to try and get him to understand. Nothing had changed no matter what mind games Law was playing with you - you were still locked in Law’s room, on his ship, unable to leave. You didn’t care if there was a billion beri bounty on your head, you needed out.

“You’re overly emotional. I’ll return once you calm down and we can talk rationally,” Law said with indifference, the blue glow of his hand telegraphing his next move.

“Law, don’t leave me here!” you screamed. But he was already gone, the bounty poster wafting gently to the floor, the surprised smile on your face in the photo belieing the tears now streaming down your face.

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#sorry guys no dentistry in this one #maybe next time #law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #Yan law #Yan Trafalgar Law #yandere law #op x y/n #x reader #I know Kid pisses him off more than anyone else alive #Kid didn't even do anything here #just his Existence is enough #don't perceive his gf #go perceive ur own gf Kid

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