#one peice anime

[nathalievllg]

never got tired of luffy being bullied by his crew 😭

[st4rpiece]

wearing someone else’s jacket

SFW

characters: luffy, zoro, usopp, sanji, ace, law, kidd, crocodile x reader summary: the guys reaction to you wearing someone else's jacket CW: fluff, cursing, slight violence

One Piece Masterlist

had this one sitting in my drafts for a hot minute. I just couldn't figure out usopp's part but it's all good lol.

i have a few ideas but i don't know which to tackle first, so i guess i'll do another poll since that helped me last time.

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed!!

[siobhanchiffon]

Zoro 🗡️🗡️🗡️ (the compass tattoo is useless 🧭)

[bimbosandbubbles]

Thinking about men who love teasing their chubby little wife to tears and babbles

Warnings-mean/nice dom,yandereish but in a soft appealing way, fingering,humiliation done in a gentle way,degradation and praise and ofc hairy pussy mentions bcs it’s natural! Daddy kink!

“You’re so good to me baby,thank you so much for making me that delicious lunch!”

A soft kiss is placed on your chubby cheek—a cheek that’s stretched with a bright smile. You’ve always loved how your husband praised you,always appreciated whatever you’d do for him no matter how big or small.

It could be,”My angel,you look so cute today! That outfit you’re wearing makes me wanna kiss you all over!”

Or range to,”My pretty little wife is so good at listening to me,so perfect for me.I think you need a little reward,huh? What does my good wife think?” He smiles in a innocent way that would fool anyone except you, into thinking he had pure intentions. That hypothesis would be so wrong…because usually a promised reward leads to you you laying nude on the huge king size bed—legs parted to show the patch of hair covering your sopping cunt and your thighs shaking in knowing anticipation.

He’ll slot himself right in between the throbbing area—taunting you when he moves his big thigh against the lower half of your slit. “I know you’ve been such a good girl for me but you have show me how much you want this,okay sweetheart?” You know exactly what he wants so you give it to him. You compliment how good he makes you feel in and out the bedroom—coaxing him with honeyed words straight from the heart and the aching cunt pulsing to be touched.

“Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel this good—I’m only one who can make you see shooting stars—go on,tell me pretty baby.” You do and emphasize each word by placing a pudgy hand onto his veiny one,making sure to squeeze just enough to let him know how much his effort means to you. “Good girl,thank you for telling daddy how much he means to you…but since you told it’s my turn to show.” He’ll say this and make it sound he’ll finally fuck you—finally free you from the shackles dubbed as excitement.

He doesn’t though instead his slender finger traces the opening and closing entrance—teasing the hole with the thought of fullness. “Tell me more,my sweet girl. Tell daddy how good he makes you feel.” You whine and moan—desperate voice cracking into teased tears that tumble down your cheeks in a way that your husband groans at. “You said I’m a good girl! I want m’ reward already. Please daddy.”

“Aww my good girl,you’re right. No need to be rude. Now tell me”—he pulls a strong hand away from your wet canal. “How bad do you want it?”

He’ll watch you babble and cry for minutes and minutes on end because his cute wife is just so irresistible. With your watery eyes,your trembling plump belly,your cooing and pleading lips—God and that desperate cunt of yours.

The torture and teasing only gets worse once he eases his two digits in you. He’ll often do this one maneuver where his other hand rubs and squeezes the fat of your belly even leaning down to give the pudgy flesh a few bites and marks. He does this all while fingering you til you see white. But once you do he’ll stop,over and over and over until you full on start crying for him to just fuck you.

“Yeah? You want daddy to fuck you? Are my fingers not good enough for you,greedy girl?” You tell him his fingers are oh so good but right now all you need is daddy’s fat cock in you. That’ll make him smile and kiss your little warm chubby face. “You’re such a good girl. Perfect baby—so worthy of daddy’s cum.”

He’ll have you folded to the point your cellulite ridden thighs are pushed all the way to your squish your plump belly so he can see your pretty pussy. He’ll stop and stare as he stokes his aching red cock to the view—he just adores barely getting a sneak peek of what your fat lips and hair covers. He loves being able to see your pubes get stuck to the pure slick everywhere.

When he finally puts it in you’re already telling him how thankful you are for his cock. “So good,my wife. So so so good. You deserve my cock all the time,don’t you?” He’ll have you say over and over that you do deserve his cock and that you love it so much. That no one can ever replace him and no one ever will.

He’s groaning and grunting,thrusting harder into your oh so welcoming pussy. But then he’ll stop,pull out,and force you to hold your legs back for him. He’s stroking his cock again and grinning at your tearful expression that he can barely see over your cute pudge. You look so sad—so empty and upset that his cock isn’t in you no more. But he’ll assure you that you’ll fuck you nice,long and hard to the point you’ll begging him for no more.

But despite the affirmation you’ll still whine and beg for him to just come back inside you. Because you need him,because your pulsing pussy is just so void without his fat cock plugging into it. And of course he gives into you—his sweet precious wife.

The whole night you’re left being edged and empty until finally he makes you see stars three separate times. But oh no—believe for a fact he’s never ever done teasing his wife because he could always make whine for more and more.

Characters

Nanami,Gyomei,Giorno,Taiju,Geto,Higuruma,Uzui,Douma, Eustass Kid,Luci,Aki,Toji,Hisoka,Chrollo,Uvogin, Doflamingo,Barou,Bachira.etc

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!<3

[peanutbubba]

Don’t Stop

Law x Gn!Reader, 6”8+ reader, reader has a dick, Sub!Bottom Law, Dom!Top Reader, size difference/kink, masturbating, fingering, Law gets caught, edging, overstimulation, 3.8k+ words, not beta read, this is shit

Truthfully, when Law got together with you he did not care for the difference in height between you, it was not one of the things that initially made him fancy you.

He was already a tall man, on top of that, his small collection of boots all had around three to four inches on them, it made it quite easy to match your height enough so he wasn’t reeling his head back to look at you. But even then, you still had a good few inches on him. He always had to tilt his chin, his eyes automatically peering through his lashes to look at you, in turn you’d look down through yours.

In no way did it help either that you had bad posture, always a little slouched no matter how many times Law told you to stand straight, not that he was one to talk.

A choked moan left him, his hand gripping tighter on your jacket and shoving it in his face.

The size difference between the two of you was never something he noticed, yet now he was practically writhing on his bed because of it.

It started innocently, a need to have something of you in his bed while you were away, so he adorned your clothing. Shamelessly he stole an entire outfit of yours, trading it for the clothes he usually wore to sleep, the scent of you invading his nose in a pleasing way.

Most likely it would have stayed innocent as well if it wasn’t for that damned mirror, his eyes narrowing at his own reflection, his face beginning to burn red.

He was practically swimming in your clothing, your shirt pooled below his hips hiding how your sweatpants barely hung to his hips. Law knew he wasn’t a small man, yet compared to you he was getting dwarfed.

Law never considered himself to be a man who had a size difference kink, you might just be changing that about him however, damn bastard.

It wasn’t his fault how he immediately went back to your wardrobe, fishing out a jacket that you wore recently still heavy with your scent, almost stumbling over your sweatpants hooking under his feet as he tried to dash for the bed.

That’s how he got here, his leg jerking up from where it’s tangled with his bed sheet, knocking his knees together accidentally as he whines and closes them.

Heaving on his back as he forces his thighs to open back up, gritting his teeth as his cold hand once more wraps around his aching dick. Jerking himself off harshly to the thought and scent of you, slightly disappointed in the back of his mind that it was him and not you touching himself like this.

Next time he was bedded by you he swore he’d take off his heels, probably even force you to screw him on the wall so he could feel your full looming height.

Tears prick at his eyes, every sensation that he was giving himself not nearly enough, a whine following from his lips because the way he touched himself was nothing compared to how you did it. Fuck he hated how he realized your height, how small he was compared to you because now his own small hand wasn’t comparing, he need you to touch him.

With a pathetic grunt he throws the jacket to the side, your smell alone nor longer enough to satisfy him. He’d be flinging colorful words at his past self if he could now because he was becoming undone by the thought of you alone, yet you were nowhere to be seen when he truly needed you. Instead he was stuck alone on a cold bed, huffing as he rutts up in his hand desperately.

He’d never cum like this, he knew that though stubbornly he continued absolutely in denial that you alone could turn him into some teenage hornball. He was in his late 20’s for fucks sake! But here he was shoving his slim fingers in his mouth the way you would, moaning softly as he presses the pads of his fingers down on his tongue. Rolling his tongue around his own fingers, coating every part of them in saliva like how he would yours, growing needier for you with each passing second as he imagined it was you doing this to him and not himself.

He pulls out his fingers from his mouth spit connecting them to his lips before breaking, gasps and soft dissatisfied moans leaving him freely now that his mouth was once more empty. Disappointedly he takes his hand off his aching cock, flipping himself over on the bed so he was on his knees, his back arched and legs spread wide like you truly were behind him.

Law should have been embarrassed, ashamed that greedily he was back to fisting his cock, his other hand reaching behind and prodding at his hole. He could not think of anything but the thought of how glorious his climax would be, or how he got considerably more excited at the thought of you having finished your mission and walking in on him.

Would you be surprised? Angry? He honestly hopes you just take control of him, help run him off to the finish line as you usually would. Though, knowing you, you’d probably tease him about it. Law bucks his hips in his hand biting his lip to refrain from making any noises, his toes curling at thoughts of how you’d mess with him.

Without any other delay he pushes his fingers into his hole, whimpering at the feel of his touch on his own walls. Cozying the side of his face on to the sheets of your shared bed, hips wiggling in the air excitedly as inked fingers work past the subtle soreness in them.

Never in his life had he wished that he had more hands then right now, he desperately wished he could play with other parts of his body the same way you would when having sex with him. Ruining the sheets under him mindlessly, spit spilling from his open lips, precum also leaking past his fingers and onto the bed sheets.

A frustrated look about him as he shuts his glazed over eyes tightly trying to concentrate, a sheen of sweat covering him as he angrily fought over whether it was more worth it to thrust into hand or buck back into his fingers.

Small whine and whimpers fell from his mouth, a testament to how he was working himself to an inch of his life, so needily searching for the same high you usually gave him.

The only thing that made him stop was when heard the door open, his stomach immediately twisting in anxiety as someone walks in on him. Immediately he’s pulling his hands off of himself, as if fire licked his skin enough to burn, pulling the sweatpants back over his hips as he turns around flustered to see who was in his room.

His eyes widen and face flushes even more when he sees it's you, staring back at him equally shocked. Pure silence fills the room for a good few seconds before you’re closing the door behind you, the only sound being the metal lock closing the door permanently and you quickly shuffling over to him.

A shudder comes over him as you grab his ankle from the end of the bed, your large hand wrapping around it easily as you pull him down to you, a small squeak leaving Law but he doesn’t fight against you.

“Y/N-ya, what are you doing?” He asks, his brows furrowing as his hands grip at the end of your shirt, pushing it back down over his stomach after the bed lifts it up.

His breathing hitching as he hears your laughter, your once tired face now beaming up at him with pure joy. “What am I doing? What were you doing?! In my clothes no less,” you cheekily tease.

Law’s nose scrunches up in embarrassment, turning his head away from you as his lips go in a tight line, tense as he grapples with if he should tell you or not. It's not that he needed to, he knows that you know what you were doing, you were just playing games with him, seeing if he would actually say it with his own mouth.

You, thankfully, don’t force him to say anything. Knocking his shoulder with your head you rest there for a second, hands coming up and brushing against his body hidden by your clothing, a whine being bitten back by Law.

“Let’s play a game,” you suggest quietly, kissing along the skin exposed by your dipping shirt’s neckline, “unless you’re not up for the challenge?”

Law scoffs, offended that you would even say something like that, “You’re on.”

“Good!” You chirp, lifting yourself back up and away from him, “All you have to do, is make sure my clothes don’t fall.”

A smug expression appears on Law’s face, he had this challenge in the bag then if you were going to make it so easy. He watches how you mess with your boiler suit for a moment, taking it off before you move over to the dresser for a moment, coming back with a lubed up cock.

He practically drools at the sight, whimpering silently at the mere sight of your massive dick, his stretched hole twitching in need to be filled by it. Your massive hands finding his body and flipping him over on his stomach easily, Law gasps letting go of the shirt and trying to go up on his hands before you softly gripping the back of his head, pushing his face down back on the sheets leaving him with a heated face.

Pushing down your sweatpants just enough off his hips to expose his ass to the cold air you let out a chuckle, only vibrating more with laughter when he hisses at how you lift his hips up with one hand, his knees barely grazing the bed now.

Letting go of his head you take your own lubed up dick in your hand, lining it up with Law’s hole and carefully pushing into him. Paying close attention to make sure you’re not hurting him, you were much bigger than him, it was only fair for you to treat him so daintily even if Law despised it.

And when you finally bottom out you wait for a few moments, letting Law adjust to your size as he groans and writhes in the sheets, clenching it under his hands. Wiggling his hips as an okay he’s sorely disappointed when you still don’t move.

Looking past his shoulder he scowls at you, baring teeth angrily, “What the fuck?”

You don’t say anything back, simply a knowing smile on your face as your free hand clasps on his exposed stomach. Law gasps, freeing his hands from the sheets and tugging down the end of your shirt to cover his stomach, shoving your hand off him in the process as he glares at you.

The pissed expression on his face doesn’t last long however, being interrupted by a moan when you pull your hips back before harshly thrusting back into him, his hole immediately clenching tight around you.

You groan as he tightens up on you, eager thrust slowly down barely as you fight against his hole sucking your dick back up.

He was so pent up from not having you for days, every thrust you gave him making him jolt like he was struck by lightning. He needed this so bad, but that he has it he's not even sure if he can handle it. Garbled words leaving his mouth as he slowly reaches his peak, legs thrashing around in the air.

When you hit his sweet spot is really when he starts acting up even more, arching his back as he lets out an unchecked whimper, his squirming continuing until your free hand is grabbing his leg hard enough to bruise.

The now unconventional only serves him more pleasure as he takes you even deeper with each thrust, his teeth gritting and eyes widened at the realization that he could practically feel you in his throat.

“T-too much,” he’s hardly able to grunt out behind clenched teeth, fingers flexing on the hem of your shirt as he desperately tries to remember the reasoning behind why he needed to hold it again.

After a couple of seconds he determines that surely there isn’t a good enough reason, every once purposely collected and sorted thought he had in his mind gone except for the pleasure you were drilling into him.

A sputtered sound of your name leaving him as his climax nears, no longer able to handle it and letting go of the shirt. One of his hands shoots out and grasps at your wrist of the hand holding his hip, the other tangling itself in the mess of a blanket under him.

Just as quickly as the shirt rides up his stomach past his chest and pools towards his shoulders your thrusts stop, a low hiss coming from you as you cock twitches at the abrupt absence of pleasure.

“Law,” you hum out disappointedly, and it takes Law a moment, bleary eyes blinking as he thinks over what he’s done to deserve you stopping him from cumming.

When he realizes he merely becomes huffy, burying his sweaty face into the sheets with a pout and letting go of your wrist, single hand forcing the shirt to go and cover him once more.

Snapping your hips back into him he lets out a sound of a hiccup and whines at the same time, hand thrusts in reaction but not letting go of the shirt having learned his lesson.

��Cl-ose!” He yips into the blanket, another particularly hard thrust making him break even further into a sweat.

He was suffocating, maybe, perhaps… or he was just being overdramatic to the many layers adorning his skin. Not that he was going to complain if it got you fucking into him like it was the last time you would, if does end up surviving this with at least half a brain maybe he’ll decide to tempt for real by wearing some more of your outfits.

Besides that point, god was your dick breaking him down, inside out with every smack of your hips against his. Whorish moans soaked up by the bed along with the drool that spewed from his mouth.

For a moment he even wonders if he’s being too loud, not that it matters when within the next second he tenses up, his own neglected cock twitching madly before soiling his boxers in creamy white. His hand falls limply from the shirt as he reaches for the stars with his climax, you helping him in his high as you continue to thrust behind him, also trying to find your own finish line.

Your hips stutter for a moment, a breathy gasp leaving you of, “I’m cumming,” before you’re filling Law’s stomach with your hot seed.

Slipping his eyes closed, Law tries to gain some of his breath, feeling how you pull out of him and gently rub at his leg before letting go, placing his wobbly knees carefully on the bed.

His eyes are immediately shot back open however when he feels you rutting against his ass, cock still very hard as you bury your face on his shoulder blade.

“Y/n-ya!” He hisses in disbelief, your stamina still surprising him even after how many times you two have had sex.

He can feel how you pout against his clothed skin, stopping your movements as you try and burrow further into his skin, not wanting to face him.

“Please?” You ask softly, warping your arms around his waist rubbing at the skin your hands touch with care.

Law huffs, brows furrowing as he answers you, “Fine…”

Somewhat he smiles when he hears how you get excited, going from his shoulder blade to his neck and happily kisses him there in thanks, it looks more like a creepy smirk however.

Lifting him up from the bed, Law groans, feeling how your seed spills out of him slowly, rolling down his thighs stickily. Eyes widening as you leave the space of the bed and go to the nearest wall, pressing him into it.

“You bastard! You did this on purpose didn’t you, Y/n-ya?” He grits out, feeling how wobbly his legs were on the ground, his own balance untrustworthy now.

You cheekily giggle behind him, a new sort of evil to your tone as you hum a, “Yup,” right next to his ear.

Your hands clasp over Law’s guiding one of them to the sweat pants now falling from his hips, the other weaving your fingers with his. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what you’re telling him to do, immediately taking the hem of the sweat pants in his hands and pulling it up slightly with a grumble.

Releasing Law’s hand you move your free hand to instead hold on to his hip again, lining yourself up and sinking your dick back into his needy hole.

Law whimpers, already overly sensitive from having already cum once, his own cock twitching back to life reluctantly.

You waste no time, joyously pulling almost all the way out before snapping your hip back into his, a wet mix of lube cum and spit squelching out at the intrusion.

It doesn’t take you long to find Law’s sweet spot again before you’re thrusting into it like some manic fed off his moans, his mind growing ever cloudier as tears brim his eyes from the overstimulation.

Half the things around him hardly register in his muddled brain, the hot tears and drool streaming down his face, his cheek pressed against the once cold metal of the Polar Tang. Law hates to admit it but very easily he loses his mind and body to you, like a fiddle being played mercilessly by a master.

Not that he would complain. Not that he would admit it either…

He did enjoy it however, how you made his body scream for you, made whimper and whines he’d never let anyone but you hear. And, as always the conniving pirate never stopped his cocky little smirk, because just as obsessed as he was with you ravaging him like some beast he was sure you were equally the same.

The grip alone you had on his hips hard enough to leave marks quite the testament, and he enjoys it, because then he gets to stare in the mirror at his reflection as he’s putting ointment on the bruises to remind how easily you toss him around, how much bigger you are than him.

Every thrust you give him that forms a little bump in his stomach as it stretches to try and accommodate you, the way your hands feel around his smaller body, it doesn’t take long before his fingers can no longer clasp around fabric anymore, tired and shaky.

But you follow your rules, even as your entire body begs for you not to, and Law almost instantly knows the reasoning behind it.

Whining as he reaches down for the hem of the sweatpants again, “J-jerk.”

Pulling it back up over his legs he realizes as you start again that he has to start back from zero, the impending climax he had now gone instead for a low simmering in his stomach.

He’s pissed, eyes shutting as he tries to focus back on the pistoning of your hips against his, clenching around you to no avail to try and make sure the rest of your cum in him stays in him.

Biting his lips enough to rip skin as moans are ripped from him, he’ll surely get a sore throat from this.

Though it’s not enough for him, this stupid game of yours depriving him of your hands on his body, or his on your, a searing ache everywhere that only your touch could soothe.

Despite that, his once edged high comes back far easier than he anticipated, like a bullet shot out of nowhere that has him slumping down weakly even further pressed between you and the wall.

In another mix of star seeking pleasure he once more drops his focus off of his hand, going to buck back into your thrusts instead, the once held sweatpants falling under your vigorous pounding.

This time he is quicker than you are, a deep growl settling itself in his throat as he opens his eyes to look at you, “Stop and I swear I’ll kill you.”

It was an empty threat but still had your lips raising in a grin, “Yeah?” You challenge back, slowly down your hips but still softly rocking in him.

He doesn’t take too kindly to that, placing his free hand on the wall and pushing himself back on you.

“M-mmph! You’re terrible,” he moans, wobbly he goes back close to the wall before once more pushing back.

He blushes when you have to bend down to face him, your hot breath fanning against his neck as you stare at him through have lidded eyes, “Fine, you win this time.”

Pulling out before you’re thrusting back into him, his eyes rolling back, “Yes!”

Though it wasn’t enough, Law was a greedy man, and he was not afraid at all to let you know. Taking your shirt’s damp collar in his hand and pulling you closer to his face with a smirk, “Come o-on now, y/n-ya… you can do, ah, better than that.” He doesn’t miss how that makes your eye twitch in irritation, only making him shudder with excitement.

Promptly Law shuts up, other than his many moans and shouts of your name and pleas, every snap of your hips to his strong enough that you were sure he would even have difficulty sitting.

It surely would be a gift having Law complaining in your ear about going easier on him as if he wasn’t the one begging you to go faster, harder, he would never admit it even if he knew it though, he still had his pride to keep intact.

It wasn’t long before the coil in Law’s stomach was tightening dangerously so, barely being able to mumble the word cumming through the noises leaving him. You weren’t faring any better, burying your face in the crook of Law’s neck to try and muffle the noise coming from you.

A few more thrusts and Law’s cumming hard enough he swears he sees heaven, shockwaves of pleasure going through his body as he clenches up around you hurdling you down your climax as well.

After a few moments of silence Law is the first one to speak up through heavy breathing, “I’m never doing that again.”

He feels how you pout in his neck, letting out a noise of complaint back but not having the energy to argue.

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I got spoiled for one of the lasest episodes of One Piece and did y’all SEE Law?! OOOO. Yeah, don’t ask me ANYTHINGGG about the surroundings, I was too focused on his face. I have to catch up already so I can see that scene on my own terms.

I saw you in my inbox ✨💀✨ anon, thank you for your kind words! Honestly falling over though because I spent an embarrassingly long time trying to get this fic right and I still don’t believe I did your idea any justice.

Anyways, I feel so bad about making you guys wait so long, I really hope you enjoyed. Pea’s out!

[madigan-thompson]

Whelp....Egghead has been nuts.... 😶🤩

Anyway, here are the boys all nice and colored and lighted and such. And now, just to dig my own grave...I want to draw the WHOLE STRAW HAT CREW 😶‍🌫️

[fail-sco0b]

pirate king and his two wings

Trying a new style for funsies so I might redraw some other stuff soon and post a few sketches

[kusakiguzen]

Hi, I don't know if your requests are open, but I was wondering if you can do a fluff headcannon with the monster trio (luffy, zoro and sanji), ace and law with a selective mute reader hearing them talk a little for the first time as they are getting comfortable with them please.

Hellooo thanks for stopping by!!!

A/N: I'm pretty sure I wasn't able to embody? the selective mutism condition better but I tried.. Soo yeah i hope you enjoy?

Selective mutism

Selective mutism is a complex anxiety disorder that affects an individual’s ability to speak in certain social situations, despite being able to communicate freely in other settings. It is not a matter of “choosing” to speak or remain silent, but rather a phobic response to specific people or environments.

Luffy

You joined the crew during the Alabasta arc, being the younger sister of Vivi and the second princess of the kingdom.

Responsibilities were piled on you when your sister had left making you too busy to do anything.

Sir Crocodile's rule and the Rebel army were giving you a headache and on top of that you had to protect the kingdom.

You had offered yourself to crocodile as exchange to letting your sister go and he agreed.

He left scares, deep scars both emotional and physical, Robin did try to help you but there was only so much she could do.

When your sister returned and recued you, she was horrified seeing your condition, malnourished, abused and littered with wounds. The eyes that once shone lost all their light.

It didn't help that the Marine put bounty on you for god knows what reason.

This caused Vivi to make a difficult choice... To send you away with the Straw Hat crew.

She already spoke to all of them and the reluctantly agreed.

You joined the crew and you helped out in the brains department but never spoke, making the crew believe that you were mute.

Which didn't add up since Vivi told them you used to make speeches often in place of your father.

You on the other had were scared shitless because even if your sister trusted these people you didn't. They were pirates just like Crocodile.

Slowly you started trusting them but still not enough to speak. You also started to develop feeling for your goofy and idiotic captain.

It wasn't long after that your captain popped the question asking you to be his girlfriend, Kudos to Nami who explained to the idiot that he was in love with you.

He never pushed you to speak since he genuinely believed you were mute.

You still didn't speak. Even in Sabaody when you were sent away by Kuma. Leaving an absolutely heartbroken Luffy behind.

Then came the Marine Ford incident and you were absolutely devastated for Your boyfriend and completely ignored his wish to stay away for two years and made your way back.

You met Raylight who took you to Luffy after much begging and practically bowing and holding his feet. He was going to take you to Luffy anyway and panicked hard when you knelt and grabbed his feet.

You arrived at the Island where Luffy was supposed to be training and the moment you saw him, you bolted towards him bringing him into tight hug.

Leaving him in surprise when you started to whisper apologise and and 'I love you-s'

He looked at you shocked and then soon crashes his lips in yours. After the kiss, broke down in your arms while you whispered sweet nothings in his ears.

It was the first time he heard your angelic voice but it certainly won't be his last.

Now he always asked you questions and would not sleep until your whispering in his ears

He had became addicted to your voice and he was also glad that he was the first one to hear it.

P.s. He worked even hared to hear you praise him.

Zoro

You were rescued by Zoro.

You were a slave to the celestial dragon, who would punish you f you spoke making you afraid of speaking in front of them.

There were a few fellow slaves you conversed with but with them to it was only a few words and at most a few sentences.

Zoro had taken you away when his captain punched your master.

He brought you back to the ship and took care of you. Feed you, made you drink water and even bathed you but was stopped by Sanji along with Robin and Nami.

The two women were the one who washed and dressed you.

It took you a while to understand that you can do whatever you wanted and not have to wait around to be ordered.

You finally started to feel comfortable enough to ask the crew members for thing, in writing since you were still scared to speak up.

You stuck with Zoro, following him everywhere. Which at first he found annoying but later he thought you were absolutely adorable.

He developed feeling soon enough, And confessed which you accepted since you felt comfortable with him.

You still didn't speak and relied on writing.

But one day you craved the Sundae that Sanji had made for Nami A few weeks back.

So you asked Zoro to bend down a little and softly spoke that you wanted "that weird thing that Sanji gave to Nami"

He looked at you dumbfounded and when he finally processed what happened, he picked you up and spun you around with a huge smile on his face.

You were surprised when he did that and also confused, he soon bought you closer placing his lips softly on yours, still smiling.

He boasts about how you only talk to him and no one else till you actually start to everyone ( with the help of Zoro).

He loves hearing you praising him and sometimes flexes even more just to hear your soft voice excitetly tell him about how cool he is.

Also loves it when you call him nicknames like "honey" and "darling".

P.s. He also forced Sanji to Make like 5-6 Sundaes for you and double the food you ask Sanji to prepare. Also buys you alot of things ranging from clothes to jewels with Nami or Robin's help.

Sanji

You met him before he joined the crew,

Stranded and starved without money you stumbled across the Baratie Restaurant, they were kind enough to give you food and refuge.

You joined work there soon enough.

Sanji was kind but he was also flirty with other women hence you didn't read much into it.

But feeling develop and you fell, often found yourself jealous of the women he flirted with.

Then came the incident that made him join The Straw Hats pirates.

You were scared that if he left, he wouldn't come back. But all those worries dwindled into nothingness after Luffy asked you to join them, curtsy to Sanji who had kept it as a condition for joining the crew.

Sanji loved you, there was nothing anyone could say to deny that fact. He flirted with women after meeting you, but it was only to see your reaction to confirm if you had feeling for him too.

You were asked to be his girlfriend soon after joining the crew, but yo were hesitent given his history of him fliting but you accepted none the less.

Sanji did a complete 180 after he started dating you, meaning no flirting with other women or simping for them. You were the apple of his eyes, his goddess.

He too never forced you to speak, because he believed that you were mute, and the reason you comunicated through writing sometimes.

The first time you spoke to him was when you both were enjoying the beautiful moon alone, accompanied with comfortable silence.

It was a simple "I Love you" and " Thank you for being patient with me"

After he heard you speak he actually thought that it was his mind playing games considering he believed you couldn't speak. But when you repeated your words again with a soft smile, He brought you close initiating a soft and passionate kiss.

Safe to say he cried but reassured you that it was happy tears since you were panicking thinking you did something wrong.

He noticed that you only spoke when you were both alone or soft whispers if you couldn't get Sanji in privacy.

He was overjoyed and even helped you open up to others with futile effort but he was patient

He would whisper praises and reminding you how much he loved you and you reciprocating.

P.s. The first time the crew heard your voice was on the Whole Cake Island when Sanji was said to marry Pudding. Oh the colorful words you said sent shivers down every one's spines, and not in a good way. It took Sanji a long time to be forgiven.

I literally cannot come up with scenarios for Ace and Law right now for some reason. So I'm posting for these three right now and will post for the other when I do get an Idea worth posting.

And I'm sorry if I got the selective mutism wrong.

I still hope you will enjoy.

Stay Safe Heathy and Hydrated!

[kookies2000]

Three queer reactions to a straight kiss.

Lesbian: About GOD DAM TIME!!!!

*Uncomfortable? Look away gayly*

*Aroace confusion*

[x3luvr]

Doctors Orders —

Trafalgar Law x Reader

(Established Relationship, Slightly Suggestive, Fluff)

“Law, I feel sick.” Your unusually frail frame entered the captain’s lab, as you shifted his attention away from the medical books he was absorbed in. The dark haired man eyed your appearance, noting for any visible differences before getting up and placing a hand on your forehead.

“Hm.” He noted to himself as his expression appeared focused and calculating. “You should sit down.” Law gestured at the patients bed whilst keeping a firm grip on your arm to prevent you from stumbling.

As you waited for your lover, you observed him at work. The way his white doctor’s coat swayed, the way his long lashes batted at the countless medicines in his cabinet, and the way his touch was piercing cold as he examined your body.

“Love, you’ll have to take a blood test.” Law lifted your sleeve, gently caressing your skin in the process.

“No way, you know those freak me out.” You pulled away from his touch, watching a sigh escape his lips before a hand reached out to rub the side of your shoulder.

“I know, but your health is more important right now.” He softly replied, making a good point considering the sickly state you were in. And so, with some convincing you raised your sleeve and shut your eyes.

“Please make it quick!” You pleaded, as the sensation of your skin being pierced and blood being extracted made you woozy. You couldn’t help but tug at his coat, which caused a chain of sweet words to slip from his mouth.

“You’re fine sweetheart, almost done, you’re doing well.” Law swiftly patched you up before placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

As the pair of you waited for the blood sample results, a small smile perked at the corner of your lips. After all, your loving boyfriend went through all this trouble for you, it wouldn’t be fair if he didn’t get anything in return. Not that he’d ever expect anything.

“Law, c'mere.” You playfully gestured. Attempting to ignore the fatigue currently consuming your body. As he stood before you, your fingers began brushing along his features. Up his neck, across his jaw and against his lips. “What would I do without you?” You whispered, just loud enough to reach his senses.

Law didn’t refrain from your intimate touches. So when you brought him in for a kiss, he reciprocated by leaning further into you, placing one of his tattooed hands on your thigh and the other on the small of your back. His lips against yours with the occasional slip of the tongue formed lust in the air. However, as your legs caged his waist and his hands slipped lower and lower down, the Captain unexpectedly pulled away.

“You’re unwell love, this can wait for another time.” Law spoke, catching his breath in the process. You frowned at him, evidently disappointed. Yet deep inside, you didn’t expect a simple kiss to get as heated as it did.

“You killed my high just then.” You crossed your arms, watching him go over the results of your blood test before shoving a series of pills in your direction.

“Yeah? Well you might actually die considering how low your iron and magnesium levels are.” The dark haired man spoke with disapproval lacing his tone. “Seriously, you need to take better care of yourself.”

It was evident how much Law cherished you, especially when he’d go on long tangents about the importance of staying healthy and blah blah blah..

You finally stood up, cutting your lover off mid sentence by throwing your arms over his neck and smoothing his face full of kisses. “Sorry doc, won’t happen again.” You grinned at his taken aback expression.

“Yeah.. yeah.” He mumbled, averting his gaze from meeting yours. “And about earlier, I’ll make it up to you, so you better start taking your meds now.” A tint of blush formed on Law’s face, before he fled the scene by clearing his throat and excusing himself.

[nathalievllg]

i'll always love their dynamic 😭

[st4rpiece]

dealing with a rude server

SWF

characters: luffy, zoro, law, crocodile x f! reader summary: how the guys would handle a server being rude/disrespectful towards you in front of them CW: not proofread, killing (law and crocodile), toxic behavior from servers, but mainly fluff [different kinds of reader traits are mentioned in different scenarios: allergies (not specified), height + weight (kind of specified), speech impediment (more specifically stuttering)]

Monkey D. Luffy

luffy doesn't bother reading the menu at any restaurant you guys go to, and that's because he gets the same thing every time; one of everything. you, however, love taking your sweet time examining the menu and familiarizing yourself with the items, especially if you guys are on a new island. 

another reason was because of your allergies, you wanted to make sure the food you were eating didn’t contain anything that could trigger a reaction. unfortunately, a lot of the food served at this particular restaurant contained that exact ingredient, so your options when it came to food were limited. usually, you'd pick a dish you’d like with a couple of new dishes to try, but as a precaution, you stuck to just one. 

while deciding, you noticed how overly friendly the server had been with luffy, answering all his weird questions and agreeing to his even weirder requests. had you been treated the same, you (like luffy) would’ve brushed it off as just over-the-top service, but you weren’t. it was clear that they had a thing for luffy, so clear that they didn’t even bother to hide their feelings towards you. 

while ordering, they would cut you off to properly pronounce a word you had mispronounced, or answer your questions in a condescending tone, a stark contrast to the way luffy was treated. and although you didn't ask, they began recommending meals they knew you couldn’t eat because you had already told them about your allergies. 

the treatment was unfair but to you not worth fighting over so despite all that, neither of you commented on their actions although it was clear that luffy was bothered by it. he didn’t like the fact that they would recommend a dish you couldn’teat as if mocking you. still, he kept quiet, thinking that was all you guys had to deal with.

until your food came, and instead of getting what you ordered, you got the dish that the server had recommended.everything about it was exactly as they had advertised it to be, and while it did look and smelt nice, it wasn't what you ordered. luffy could turn a blind eye to any harm done to him, but he isn’t as lenient when it comes to you. seeing the server stand there with a smirk on their face as if they didn't just hand you something that could kill you pissed him off greatly. 

“is this a fucking joke?” luffy asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and anger as his eyes bore into the server, demanding an answer. 

“you know she didn’t order this,” he said, pointing at the offending plate in front of you. the server's eyes darted from luffy’s intense gaze to the food and back again, their cheeks flushing a deep red as they realized their mistake.

“i-i’m so sorry, i’ll get your order fixed right away,” they stammered, their hands trembling as they hastily retreated to the kitchen.

after the stunt they just pulled, their words do nothing to ease luffy’s anger or anxiety. so despite not being allowed in the kitchen, he still went. demanding he keep an eye on the cooks, making sure your dish was prepared quickly and correctly.

once it was done he would personally bring it out to you, intensely assessing you for any weird reactions as you took your first bite. after giving him the nod of approval and your usually happy smile, his eyes would light up with relief before joining indulging in his own meal.

Roronoa Zoro

zoro never orders his food cause he doesn’t care what he eats as long as there’s some good alcohol. so, by default, you've always been the one in charge of ordering. something you enjoyed doing because of the praise you'd get whenever he liked the dish you picked. the server, unfamiliar with your relationship dynamic, placed all the attention on zoro, waiting for his order with little to no acknowledgment towards you.

“what are you looking at me for? she’s the one ordering,” he’d say, nodding his head in your direction. his brows furrowed in annoyance as eyeing the server intensely, watching them apologize frantically before finally turning to you, giving you their undivided attention.

seeing this you began ordering a mountain of food; ones you liked, ones you knew he’d like, and a couple of new things for you both to try. you were ordering a lot, especially for just two people, but with zoro’s appetite and your love for trying new dishes, you knew it wouldn't go to waste. the server, watching you order all this food, couldn’t keep their negative thoughts to themselves. 

“no wonder she’s so big,” they mumbled under their breath as they wrote down the rest of your order. unprepared for the sudden blade aimed directly at their neck, scaring them in the process.

“come again?” zoro asked, his brows still furrowed, but this time in anger as his blade hovered mere inches from their neck.

the restaurant was silent, the usual chatter of customers and clanging of kitchenware had ceased abruptly. the server’s eyes were wide with terror. they truly didn’t think anyone could hear them.

“i-i just meant she’s tall and muscular like she must work out a lot!” they stuttered, their voice trembling.

zoro’s grip tightened around the blade, the insult was clear. you both knew what she meant; still, he decided to withdraw his blade, sliding it back into its sheath.

“watch your fucking mouth,” he warned his voice a dangerously low rumble that sent a shiver down their spine. they nodded fervently, their eyes never leaving the spot where the blade had just been. after apologizing some more, they quickly left to go get your food, not wanting to anger him even more. 

her words didn’t bother you, and if they did you could’ve easily handled it, but the sight of your usually level-headed boyfriend threatening someone’s life for your sake was pretty hot. you couldn’t help but tease him about it, loving the way his ears redden in response.

Trafalgar Law

law doesn’t eat out much, nothing against it he just hates rowdy places, the extroverted personality of his crew was enough for him to deal with. however, after getting together with you, he found himself at a lot of different restaurants watching you gush over a new dish, excited to recreate them back on the submarine. he usually kept quiet while you ordered, trusting your judgment on whatever you picked for him. 

food was one of the few outlets that allowed you to express yourself without words. due to your speech impediment, you tended to avoid talking to anyone you weren’t close with, as it was something you were insecure about. but, when it came to food, you could ramble all day regardless of how many times you stuttered. and it helps that all of the restaurants you've been to had servers who were patient and kind, giving you the time to order without judgment. 

when visiting a new place law would always ask if you wanted him to order instead, usually after assessing the environment of the restaurant or, in this case, the server's attitude. one he picked up on as they gave their introduction still, you were the one who ordered. things were going fine ordering as you normally would, before you began noticing the growing look of disinterest and impatience on the server's face. this made you feel like you were taking too much of their time, causing you to speed up, rushing through your words. something you instantly regretted after coming across a word you weren’t familiar with, butchering it along with your stutter.

noticing the sudden shift in your mood, law takes your hand, drawing small circles on your palm as a way to calm you down. but the warmness from his hands was overshadowed by the muffed chuckle from your server. you weren't sure if they were laughing at your pronunciation or at your stutter either way, you were too embarrassed to say anything else. 

“what's so funny?” he asked, a noticeable edge in his voice. the server, however, failed to detect it.

“my apologies,” they said insincerely, mockery evident in their eyes. “what was it that you wanted again?”

you didn't bother answering instead, turning to your boyfriend, hoping he’d take over. unprepared for the sight of the server’s heart clutched in his hands. 

coming face to face with their heart made them realize the gravity of the situation that they were in, but before they could plead for their life, law squeezed tightly around their heart, silencing them with the pain. 

“get us a different server,” he demanded, watching them frantically search for the nearest coworker with a gaping hole in their chest drawing the attention of the nearby patrons. after arriving with their replacement, they began apologizing for their actions, hoping that law would spare them. 

as if he'd spared them after disrespecting you like that. so in front of the new server and all of the patrons watching law, pierced his sword right through their heart, killing them on the spot. the atmosphere in the restaurant completely chilled as everyone was shocked at the lifeless body on the ground while you and law remained unfazed.

“go on baby tell her what you wanted” and that's exactly what you did telling the new waitress who patiently waited for your next words about what you and law would be having that evening.

Sir. Crocodile

despite him being the leader of a wanted criminal group with a bounty of one billion on his head, crocodile always finds the time to spoil you even when he isn't home. you'd wake up to mountains of gifts or a surprise solo trip to one of the summer islands. while being with him, you never had to ask or even lift a finger crocodile's always a step ahead, catering to your every need. 

as someone so used to being independent, dating someone like crocodile made you feel so fragile and princess-like. despite your initial barriers, you loved depending on him for simple things you could easily do on your own. like holding doors, planning dates, tying your shoes/putting on your heels, and choosing your meals. it’s been two years, and you’ve stopped reaching for doors and picking what to eat, always letting him do it. 

but what you loved the most was being able to spend quality time with him, something you couldn't do often due to his hectic "job." sometimes you'd go months without seeing him, so whenever you guys had that downtime, you cherished it.

he had just returned home after being away for a month, establishing a base in the south blue, and while he doesn't think it's something worth celebrating he knows you do. so, he made dinner reservations at one of the fanciest restaurants on the winter island. it was a pretty restaurant with an even prettier view, but despite the warm atmosphere you couldn't help but be bothered by the server's attitude.

while crocodile ordered you noticed the server's lust-filled gaze as they looked at him, but what bothered you wasn't her looking at him (you knew your man was fine) it was how she purposefully ignored your presence while doing so. for the sake of keeping peace, you don't call her out, planning to vent about it to him later.

after the server left crocodile got a call from mihawk and you figured it was urgent since mihawk never calls unless it was.

“i’ll be right back baby, just need to take this,” he said placing a small kiss on your forehead before leaving to take his call.

not long after, the server returns with your drinks with the same flirty smile that immediately drops the moment they noticed he was gone. 

“the sex must be real good if he’s willing to take someone like you here,” they mumbled disgust evident in their voice as they sized you up.

“and what? you think he’d bring someone like you here instead?” you asked. your tone and expression filled with mockery as you returned their heated gaze. it was clear they had expected their words to have a greater effect on your confidence not expecting you to have such a sharp tongue.

“don’t get so cocky, i’m sure you're not the only one he’s seeing,” they said with a sneer, their voice rising slightly above the murmur of the restaurant unaware of the looming figure behind them.

while making his way back to your table crocodile had managed to catch the last bit of their words. he didn’t know what they were talking about or who started the argument and honestly he didn’t care. they were disrespecting you so they had to die as simple as that wasting no time in snapping their neck. earning a chorus of gasps from the horrified patrons watching as the servers body drop dead on the floor. his expression unchanged, as he wordlessly looks around looking for the nearest worker, requesting a different table with a new server.

the manager rushes over, sweat beading on his forehead as he frantically apologize for the disturbance the server caused. crocodile calmly hands him a wad of cash, enough to cover the meals of the entire restaurant for the night. "make it right," he instructed, his voice as smooth as the whiskey in his glass.

the man nodded fervently, snapping at his staff to clean up and move them to a different section. the murmurs grew louder as people whispered about what they had just witnessed. but crocodile's eyes remained on you, his hand reaching out to take yours. "you okay?" he asked his grip firm and reassuring.

“oh please,” you said rolling your eyes at his unnecessary worry. “as if her words could bother me. i know you’re all mine,” you said taking a sip from your wine and watching as his eyes narrowed slightly in amusement.

“damn right, i am,” his voice was a low growl sending a shiver down your spine, not one of fear but of excitement.

One Piece Masterlist

having an idea is so much more fun then actually writing down that idea T~T plus i had no time to write these past couple of days due to school. (neuroscience has been kicking my ass).

also i hope i did the reader traits justice or at least done them properly (if not let me know so I can tweak it!)

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this !! (wrote mini version for the usual people but i ran out of ideas so theres no part 2 :p)

and for those that sent requests i see you and i promise will get to them when i have time 😭😭

[precious-tissues]

I’m fucking devastated.

[koffybean]

I love my sketch more than the final product 💔

[peanutbubba]

The Boy is Mine

Law x male!reader, pre-time skip, smut, Sub!Top Reader, Dom!Bottom Law, unestablished relationship to an established one, jealousy, brattiness, possession, praise, riding, overstim, mentions of fingering, oral, not beta read, 3.5k words

Breathtaking, that's what you were, devastatingly easy on the eyes. It’s what pisses Law off so much, even without trying to you demand attention.

And Law hated it when you got it, even in your boiler suit, you pulled it off annoyingly well. The way that women practically threw themselves at you, trying to spend a night with you, it disgusted him.

The hand on his sword clenching tighter, these people needed to learn no meant no. He watched as you tried to get the women away from you, a nervous smile on your face as you kept rejecting them.

His eyes narrowing he raised two of his fingers in a familiar position, “Room. Shambles.”

One second you were surrounded by a bunch of women, the next you were standing right beside Law, the unamused look on his face already telling you something was up.

Surprised at how you disappeared the women look around curiously, eventually one of them pointing you out a few feet away a shriek coming from her. “It’s Trafalgar Law, the pirate rookie!”

At those words Law’s lips turn up in a grin, his half lidded eyes flickering across all the women in the bunch. “So you’ve heard of me?”

His eyes narrow dangerously, a glint of jealousy in his gray eyes. “Good, that means you can listen.”

You let out a yelp as Law catches the back of your boiler suit, pushing you in front of him. “This man here, he’s mine, got it? So leave him alone.”

A crimson tinge blooms on your cheeks, your face mimicking the looks of the women, surprised and confused.

Letting go of you, Law turns around, a disinterested look on his face once more, “Finish up shopping, Y/N, we’ll meet you back on the Polar Tang.”

Straightening up you respond immediately, “Of course, Captain!” Your verbal confirmation being all he needed before he sauntered off, not another word leaving him.

Looking behind him you saw Bepo, realizing what Law meant by ‘we’. Then your face drops, looking around you watching how everyone is instead now scared of you, shopping was going to be a hassle.

When Law met where Bepo was standing, his navigator giggling behind his white paws, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Law let out a sigh, his eyes slipping closed for a moment, heat rushing to encapsulate his face as he pushed his hat further down his head.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, passing Bepo his sword.

Bepo takes the sword and immediately down turns his head, a sorrowful expression on his face, “Sorry, captain.”

Beginning to walk towards the submarine, Law stays silent, listening to the gasps of civilians as he passes through the streets, Bepo following closely behind him.

“You know you should tell him,” Bepo starts, trying once more for the millionth time to convince his captain to confess his feelings to you.

Law simply rolls his eyes, deciding that today he’d play dumb to Bepo’s pestering. “Tell who what?” He questions.

Bepo frowns in turn, his black button nose twitching in annoyance. “Y/N! You can’t keep denying that you like him forever.”

“I don’t like him,” Law says flatly. If it was anyone else they would have been convinced, but considering that Bepo has been with Law longer than anyone else he knew how to read the man.

Bepo shakes his head at the audacity of his captain, “You literally called him yours in front of a whole bunch of people!”

“Well he is, he’s a part of my crew.” He states factually, making eye contact with Bepo.

“Yeah, well we both know that’s not how you meant it.” The polar bear mink bites back, a small frown on his face.

Law matches the frown, his brows furrowing in irritation that he couldn’t hide anything from Bepo. “I’ll tell him…”

At those words Bepo perks up, finally glad that he was starting to talk some sense into Law, “That’s good-“

“…eventually,” Law finishes his sentence off, Bepo’s happy face dropping once more.

Bepo lets out a sigh, no longer bringing the subject up as they reach the Polar Tang, the other crew members welcoming them back.

Giving Law his sword back Bepo walks away to Shachi and Penguin, deciding to give the two a hand with whatever task they were currently struggling at.

Law went to his captain’s quarter, not really wanting to be bothered at the moment with anything other than his own thoughts.

The sound of the door closing behind him immediately has him placing a hand over his chest, feeling how his heart thumps against it, as if it was going to burst out of his chest.

It was pathetic really, how much you affected him. He just wanted to sink into the ocean and never have to face you again, because even seeing you was enough to send his heart into shock, even as much as he tries to deny it.

Sucking in a breath he slowly exhales, trying so desperately to regain his grip on reality, how embarrassing it is to be this much of a mess from just seeing and talking about you.

Letting out a grunt he goes to his desk, perhaps he’d have better luck distracting himself when by doing actual work. A mix of research papers and medical books scattered around his table, both organized and messy at the same time. His fingers thumbing over pages as he compares notes, diseases, and cures.

It isn’t long before night hits, shrouding the Polar Tang in a cloak of stars and purple, not that Law really noticed it, too engrossed within the papers in his hands.

Rasping of knuckles against metal being the only thing that could knock him out of his stupor, hardly looking up from the pages in his hands as he yells, “Come in!”

The handle of the door twisting with a screech before relaxing again as it’s pushed in, revealing you with a tray of dinner resting between your hip and hand. “I brought you dinner, Captain.”

“Is that so?” He responds back, eyes skimming across a page of text, not retaining any of the information as he listens for any other movements or words you’d bless him with.

Feet shuffle over to his desk, each foot step you take having Law’s heart pounding and learching, fingers tighten on the papers as he tries so desperately to keep his composure while you’re so close to him in this enclosed space. The sound of the metal door closing by itself, the feel of paper wrinkling under his hand doing nothing to soothe him.

Brushing some of the papers on Law’s desk to the side you create an opening wide enough for the tray, on it a plate of onigiri and a mug of steaming black coffee resting neatly upon it.

The smell alone of the coffee had Law meagerly looking up, catching how the dark liquid rippled from your prior movements. Your hands release the handles of the tray, maneuvering so you were next to Law’s desk instead.

Your captain’s tired eyes going from the coffee to following you, his brows furrowing in an unspoken question.

Letting out a hum you answer his peeking curiosity, “Everyone is back on the island gathering the last of the supplies, I don’t want to be alone.”

Law doesn’t answer, letting out a sigh as he goes back to the medical page in his hand, his other free hand reaching for the coffee that you made him. Taking the fact that he didn’t kick you out immediately as a good sign you turn around, sitting down and leaning your back on the side of his desk, arms crossed against your chest.

It wasn’t like you were Penguin or Shachi, you wouldn’t purposely or even accidentally cause him trouble, something that Law grew fond of you over, which was also why he allowed you to stay. In a way it was a win win, you got to not feel alone and Law got to bask in your presence.

Taking a sip of his coffee Law almost melts in the chair, how you made a coffee taste so bitter and yet sweet enough to cancel it out he had to figure out, it was perfectly made.

His hand switched between the mug of coffee and the onigiri, eating and drinking as he peacefully studys away, you by his side. He wouldn’t have been surprised if when he died this is what he’d see in heaven, if he’d ever make it there in the first place.

Light snores taking up the silence after what Law can only assume is somewhere close to an hour, his eyes looking over to examine how your head is slumped over, your body completely still from the position you originally got in.

Seeing you sleep also makes him realize his own aching need for rest, the energy the coffee and food gave him already spent.

Pushing his chair out he stands up, stretching his arms up with a small groan falling from his lips, ecstasy reaching its grubby hands on his body since he was finally up and standing after so many hours.

Walking over to you he squats down, observing for a moment how your chest rises and falls, how even in your sleep your beauty maddeningly still clings on to your body. If god had favorites he was sure you were at the top of the list, there was no other excuse in his eyes.

Raising up two of his fingers he planned on just teleporting you to your bunk, before an idea planted itself in his head. Well, can you blame him? How many times is it that your crush is asleep in front of you, clueless as to what you’re doing?

Planting a hand down on the floor to steady his balance he leans forward, shivering slightly at how your breaths brush so lightly against his whiskered chin. Pushing himself to continue his lips meet your forehead, barely there for more than a second, just a small kiss to confess what he truly thought of you, even if you were asleep.

Leaning back away just by a little he doesn’t even realize how your snores stopped, or how your eyebrow twitches ever so slightly, too sidetracked with how heart pounds like drums, and how his other lifted hand shakes.

A tight grip on the scruff of his neck pushing him down, you looking up to meet him in the middle, a teasing smile on your face as you talk with your slight sleep laced voice, “Hi, Captain.”

Law’s face blows up in red as a response, inked hands reaching for your chest and pushing himself away from you, breathing heavily as he gets away from your suffocating presence.

Falling on the floor butt first, hands trying to find purchase anywhere on the metal floors, tilting his head down to hopefully hide some of it behind the brim. Truly he wasn’t sure if it was the fact that you scared him, or the fact that you caught him left him more out of breath.

“Y/N-ya it’s… it’s not what it looks like,” he tries in a small voice, raising his left arm so he can hide the rest of his crimson face behind his sun kissed skin.

Loud boisterous laughter only makes his eyes widen further, his mouth gaping as his heart stutters, the laugh not mocking nor meant in a bad manner, genuine humor seeping out of you.

Even your laugh was hot… God must have favorites.

Standing up you wipe imaginary dust off your boiler suit, smoothing it down under your fingers before walking over to where Law was sitting.

Leaning down and hooking your hands around his waist he was about to yell at you, a clear scowl forming on his face, before he was lifted up from the ground, standing him up straight.

Law’s scowl turning both flustered as well as dumbfounded, since when could you pick him up like he was nothing but a mere feather?!

Goosebumps racking his body at the implications of that, and from the fact that very clearly through his hoodie he could feel your strong grip on his waist, sending an uncharacteristic satisfaction and desire through his mind.

“You know, Law,” an almost purr like noise escaping your mouth, not missing how Law quivers at his name rolling off your tongue, “if you wanted to kiss me so bad you could have asked.”

As you lean forward Law’s left arm shoots out, grasping your lower face and pushing it away from him, “I don’t want to!”

“Idiot, you shouldn’t say stuff like that!” He grumbles, his other hand placing itself on your chest, just now realizing how close the space between you both was.

A chuckle escapes your lips at your captain’s behavior, a mischievous glint in your eye as you release your right hand from the grip on his waist, placing it on Law’s wrist instead to keep it in place.

Lips pressing against the palm tenderly throwing him for a whirlwind, hand tensing then relaxing, releasing his grip on your face. He gapes, your lips making it across his hand, from his roughed up palm to the inked letters in the backs of his fingers, then back again.

Each kiss makes him melt further within your arms, your eyes flickering to his as you place one last kiss at the base of his ring finger, a grin making its way on your features. “Can I kiss you, Captain?”

And Law can simply nod dumbly, too speechless with your attention on him. Your hand going from his wrist to his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, pulling him in.

Warm lips landing on his own so nicely, squeezing his eyes shut as he leans into it, tilting his head slightly as you nip at his lower lip, a soft whimper escaping him.

Parting his lips, your tongue slips in, his fingers tightening in yours as you both fight for dominance, the two of you too stubborn to give in.

Breaking away for air the two of you stare at each other for a moment, enamored by how drool dribbles out the corner of Law’s mouth. Pants and huffs fill the air, and when you go to break it further Law cuts you off, “Shut up.”

You hardly take offense to his words, your easy going nature only making you amused at your Captain’s orders, still following them ever dutifully.

Law lets go of your hand, placing his on your chest and pushing you back until your back near his desk, moving you over to his chair and watching how your knees buckle under the corner of it digging into you.

An ungraceful look about you as you tilt your head up, a look of adoration in your eyes as you admire how your Captain now towers over you.

Your hands go to hold Law's hips but are slapped away by him, an almost evil look to his face, “Don’t touch, just watch.”

Nodding your head you put your hands to your sides, holding on to the arm rests instead, allowing the man to have his fun.

He goes for your clothes first, unclasping the button by your neck, quick fingers making due of the zipper next. You pull your arms out of the sleeves to make his job easier, lifting your hips as he pushes it down with your pants under the suit, only leaving you in a tank top and boxers.

One of his hands reaches for his hat, taking it off and placing it gently on the floor, black locks of unruly hair sticking out in the air now. His other hand goes to the hem of your underwear, hooking a finger under it and lifting before letting go, a wicked grin adorning his face at the sound of the snap against your hips and the jolt of your knee.

Reaching again he actually pulls your underwear down this time, his breath hitching as your length is released into the air. Fingers reaching for your tip, smearing the precum already gathering there, a grunt leaving you as he circles his finger, your dick twitching in interest.

His entire hands wrapping around as he leans in, licking and sucking at your base while he pumps the rest in his hand, eyes flickering up to see how your face contorts in pleasure.

Leaning back up he kisses the tip of your dick wetly, then he opens his mouth, engulfing half of you in his mouth.

The hand previously on your cock reaching down and undoing his own belt and pants, his eyes fluttering closed then opening again, leaving you with enough imagination to already guess what he’s doing under there.

His tongue licks at the underside of your dick, a soft moan leaving him before he lowers himself further, throat closing around you as he chokes slightly. That doesn’t deter him though, slurping obscenly around you as fucks you in his throat, drool messily spilling from the corners on his lips.

The flecks of yellow in his irises now more pronounced as tears brim his eyes, the lust encapsulated in them only making you harder.

Your hands twitch and shake due to how bad you want to go for his hair, but you force them on the arm rests clutching so tightly as Law sucks so sweetly, moans falling from your lips.

Much to your displeasure Law only stays between your legs for another minute before standing, chest rising and falling harshly finally able to catch some proper breaths.

Though you perk up again when you notice how his hands go down on his own body, reaching for the band of his pants and boxers. Slowly he pulls them down to expose more of his skin to you, kicking them away when they hit the floor, his shoes going next.

The plush smooth skin sent you into a craze, so badly did you want to fill it with marks, though you refrained praying you’d be able to another time.

Going over to you Law places his knees beside your hip, trapping you between the chair and him, not that you were complaining.

Hovering over your dick, Law let out a chuckle, one hand grasping at your cock and lining you up with his hole, the other resting on your shoulder. “You ready, Y/N-ya?”

He hardly gives you the chance to respond though, sinking down on you, letting out a groan at Law’s tight heat. No longer being able to resist you place your hand on his hips, not missing how he glares at you, but he doesn’t say anything.

It takes him a minute to adjust to you, his hand coming to wrap around your other shoulder as well, then lifting himself up before dropping back down, both of you moaning softly at the feel.

Law shuts his eyes as his grip on your shoulders tighten, pushing himself up and thrusting down on you at a steady pace, your hips bucking up to meet him halfway.

One of your hands wanders from his hip to his stomach, going to lift the hoodie up but you’re stopped when Law goes down and your hand pushes against his tummy, throwing his head back as a loud guttural moan comes from him.

It felt like his brain was pouring out of his ears, a haze only being left in his mind as he grabs your wrist, forcing you to push down again as he whimpers.

Clenching around your dick when you do push again, fuck you felt so good, this had to be heaven. His eyes find yours again, once gray eyes now almost completely overtaken by yellow, tears well in his eyes, some spilling through his thin lashes.

Leaning down Law catches your lips with his own, a passionately messy mix of tongue and spit, Law’s lips wrapping around your tongue with a moan as he sucks.

Pulling away he presses his forehead to yours, messy babbles of, “So good!” And your name tumbling out of his spit slicked lips.

Getting closer to his climax, Law looks at you, a pleading look in his yellow eyes, “Say my name again. Say you’re mine. Please, please Y/N-ya.”

Your eyes widen at his request, grunting at practically harsh thrust before you comply. “I’m yours. All yours, Law.”

At those words Law lets out a long moan, mouth forming a perfect O as he his eyes roll back, pure ecstasy adorning his face, whispering your name like a prayer.

And it isn’t long before you’re pushed over the edge as well, Law’s hole sucking you in so deliciously as he continues to bounce on you for your own pleasure.

Overstimulation making him whine and shake as he helps you ride out your high, a soft moan leaving him as he feels you filling him up, your hot seed making his slim stomach pudge out a bit.

Putting your hand back on his hip you stop his movements, both of you sucking in air harshly for a second.

Your hands tighten on his hips a grunt escaping you when he begins grinding down on you, a devilish grin on his face. “You can go again, right, Y/N-ya?” He says so sweetly.

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This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I both got distracted, and ended up writing WAY more details then intended.

Hope you enjoyed still, Pea’s out!

[yunirart]

Sanami x Httyd

My inner child screamed too loud