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genderless-naper · 2 months ago

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half asleep

trafalgar law x gf!reader

themes: sleepy reader, pillow humping, assisted orgasm w/ fingering, some sweet talk, desperation

waking up in the middle due to the cold couldn’t stop your mind from thinking dirty thoughts. law decides to help you when he sees you humping his pillow while you’re half-asleep

smut, wc: 1.4k, lowercase intended !

⇣ credits to original artist

the coolness of the polar tang wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. this particular night though was freezing cold. being wrapped up in a blanket with your lover wasn’t enough to keep you from waking up and shivering.

you look around the room hardly awake. you lifted your head from your boyfriend’s chest and looked at the clock which read 4am. you glanced up at law, who was slightly sat up, starring at the wall seeming to be lost within his own intricate thoughts. why he was awake at 4am was beyond your comprehension.

the sudden movement caused from you sitting up in bed made him look at you. surprised, he spoke to you in a soft tone, “oh you’re awake y/n? did you have a bad dream?”

you shook your head and muttered, “its freezing law. you don’t feel that??” you rubbed the sleep out your eyes.

once understanding the situation law responded, “i’ll get an extra blanket and a sweater for you. i’ll get some water too y/n-ya.” law preceded to wrap you in the single blanket that was not able to do you justice in the cold.

law makes his way out the room to fulfill your needs. you laid in bed wrapped in your blanket. the pillow next to you was positioned vertically. most likely from law moving it to sit up while you were asleep. you rolled to your side and lifted a leg to wrap around it.

your closed eyes couldn’t stop your mind from wondering. the picture of law still painted in your mind from when you woke up. something about his chest tattoo peeking through his shirt’s collar and his serious gaze as he was lost in thought. it all made him so handsome.

thoughts of your absent lover swirled in your mind, and made your body warm. you tightened your leg around the pillow to feel it press against your clothed core. you bit your lip as you proceeded to shift your hips back and fourth to rub the cloth core. the slight friction between you and the pillow was enough to part your lips and moan quietly. your pace slightly quickened, but it was still done with lethargic energy. as good as it felt you could still feel like you were about to fall back to sleep.

so distracted by your current task you failed to see your boyfriend walk into the room after getting the things you needed. he was taken aback from the sight of you rocking your hips against his pillow.

maybe it was his scent on the pillow that made it feel all the more better. either way it was obvious you were trying to reach a climax of pleasure. your laziness prevented you from being able to reach that point, so you drowsily humped law’s pillow hoping to reach an orgasm one way or another.

law makes his way over to you. he lets you continue your activity as he lays out a bigger blanket over your smaller one. it was heavy, so it weighed you down and staggered your already desperate attempts of satisfaction.

law sits back in bed and shares the blankets with you. your frustration from not being able to please yourself enough was starting to get to you. you shove the pillow to the other side and pull yourself closer to law.

law looked at his used pillow to see a wet spot from where you used to satisfy your core. it earned a chuckle from the man, “did you have fun y/n?” he clearly wanted to tease you.

you whined and rubbed your thighs together desperate for some kind of friction, “i can’t feel good.. too tired..”

law pulled you closer and let you rest your head on his chest, “do you need help so you can feel good? you just woke up so it might be harder for you to do it on your own.”

you nod tiredly. eyes barely opened you take law’s hand into your own, and pulled it under the blanket and towards your thighs.

law pushed your rubbing thighs opened, and ran his fingers against your cloth core. he could feel the outline of your pussy because your pants stuck against the wetness so well. it exposed you to your boyfriend’s fingers even though you were covered.

the new attention given to your core made you whimper. heading you made law feel bad for you, “don’t worry baby. i’m gonna help you feel good.”

you nodded mindlessly ready to take whatever your boyfriend was willing to do to your sleepy self.

his hand slowly made its way into your panties. you naturally spread your thighs more in order to grant him access. law appreciated your cooperation, “just relax and i’ll do the work. i’ll make sure you feel good y/n-ya.”

like a cue law began to brush his fingertips against your clit gently for you to adjust to it. the feeling if your boyfriend touching such an intimate part of you cause electricity to circulate inside you. he could make you feel good by doing the bare minimum.

law’s 2 fingers started in a circular motion around your clit. he circled around where he knew would be the most sensitive. he wanted to stimulate you as much as possible.

you shut your eyes completely letting the man do what he pleased in order for you to reach your peak. the sensations from your core travelled throughout your body pulling it closer to an edge.

law applied more pressure to his fingers tips. he slowed down his circular motions around your clit, and decided to start flicking motions. he moved his finger back and fourth against your sensitive bud. this earned slight moans from you.

law whispered encouragements into your ears, “you’re doing so good y/n-ya. i bet it feels good too doesn’t it sweetheart?”

you nodded to the man’s words sweet words as his fingers made you feel pleasures you would’ve never accomplished on your own with a pillow.

law continued, “you looked so gorgeous earlier. i wish i could always see you humping my pillow like that.” law abandoned your clit and made his fingers to your opening. his fingers naturally became coated in your core’s wetness.

you bit your lip, “i-i looked gorgeous?”

law hums, “absolutely beautiful. next time you should hump my thigh like that baby. i’d rather you use me than just my pillow.”

as law spoke he steadily pushes two fingers into your opening. the sudden action made you feel strangely full. you body naturally responded by rocking your hips against the fingers.

law continued his praises, but they went in through one ear and out the other. your mind felt absent while your body took in the pleasures of law’s long fingers pressing against your walls. you felt them go in and out, and you imagined his finger tattoos becoming covered because they repetitively make their way inside of you.

your whimpers start to become more vocal as your body climbed towards your climax. law continued to penetrate you with his two fingers, but skillfully used his thumb to rub your clit. he knew his actions were doing numbers on you by the way your body naturally tensed up, and how you became more vocalized.

you bit your lip, “law it feels so good, i-i think im close~”

law hums and quickens his pace, “then cum for me baby. i wanna hear you moan my name. who’s the only one who can make you feel this good?”

your body slightly arched up as your orgasm crept upon you. you moaned his name loudly, “law you make me feel so good! only you can make me feel so amazing~”

your orgasm washed over you turning you into a shaky moaning mess. you tightened around law’s fingers. he could feel his fingers inside of you become coated in your juices again. he pulled them out of your core and panties. he voluntarily sucked your juices off his fingers not wanting to waste a single drop.

you drew yourself closer to the man. you started to feel the exhaustion of the orgasm bearing over you. law found your middle-of-the-night horniness compelling. he also thought it made you cuter. knowing that he was the first thought on your mind after you woke up was satisfying for him.

law kissed your hair, “you should go back to sleep now sweetheart. it’s late.”

you barely responded, already on your path towards the realm of slumber, “you have to sleep too…”

law hums and gets comfortable with you by his side. he pulls your pillow so you two can share since you discarded of his earlier. he’d have to add washing his pillowcase to his to-do tasks for the next day.

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justa-fanfic-writer · 3 months ago

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– How could this happen?

Yandere, OOC?, didn't know where the plot would go, reader is deaf, shitty ending, and other warnings I don't know blah blah blah...

Trafalgar Law x Gender Neutral Reader

Symmary: Basically, you have somehow ended up in the One Piece universe, but you're deaf and only use sign language, but luckily, you had joined Trafalgar Law's and his crew the Heart Pirates and you had joined! But something about Law isn't right...

Btw thank you, kiyoahdiy, for this idea credits to them and but I had a hard time writing this since it was hard coming up with this story would go, so I especially hope you liked this!

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Waking up to the familiar sensation of the ocean’s rhythmic sway beneath you, you had to remind yourself—yet again—that this wasn’t some strange, vivid dream. You really had ended up in the world of One Piece. The sight of the bright, open sea stretching endlessly around you was beautiful yet disorienting, a constant reminder of how surreal your situation was. What had started as a normal night back in your world had turned into a reality where you found yourself stranded in this dangerous yet exciting universe.

At first, you had struggled, not just with the shock of being thrown into this pirate-filled world but also with how to communicate. Being deaf meant that you couldn’t hear the chaos around you, and your way of communicating—sign language—was foreign to everyone here. You had felt more isolated than ever.

That was until you met Trafalgar Law and his crew.

The Heart Pirates, initially wary of your sudden appearance, had quickly taken a liking to you. Bepo, the giant talking mink, had been the first to show interest in learning how you communicated, his wide, fluffy paws trying their best to mimic the signs you taught him. Penguin and Shachi followed, eager to help bridge the gap between you and the rest of the crew.

And Law… Law had been watching you closely the entire time. From the moment you stepped on his ship, his amber eyes had never strayed far from you. He was quiet, calculating, as though he was studying every aspect of you—not just your movements but the very essence of who you were. It had unnerved you at first, but you’d quickly chalked it up to his nature. Trafalgar Law was a brilliant tactician, always thinking ahead, always planning. You had assumed his interest was nothing more than that of a captain trying to understand a new crewmate.

It wasn’t until one fateful night that you realized there was much more to it.

•~•

The crew had been sitting around the deck after a long day, the sound of laughter and conversation filling the air—though you could only see their smiles, their body language giving away the friendly banter. Bepo had sat beside you, signing clumsily about the day’s events, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his efforts. It felt nice, like you were truly part of the crew.

That’s when Law appeared, as he often did, quietly, his presence casting a shadow over the lighthearted mood. His expression was unreadable, a subtle frown etched across his face as he glanced briefly at the crew before turning his focus solely on you. Without a word, he motioned for you to follow him.

You hesitated, wondering what could be so urgent, but ultimately complied, rising to your feet and trailing behind him. Law led you to the far end of the ship, where the noise of the crew faded, leaving the two of you alone under the stars. The sea breeze was cool, and for a moment, you simply stood there, watching the moonlight dance across the waves.

Law turned to face you, his usual gruff demeanor replaced with something almost… vulnerable. He pulled out a small notepad, something he often used when words weren’t enough to communicate with you, and scribbled something down.

"I want to learn more."

He wrote before flipping the paper around for you to see. You had blinked in surprise. You had been teaching the crew basic sign language for weeks now, but Law had always stood on the sidelines, watching with that intense gaze of his. Yet he never seemed interested in joining.

Before you could sign a response, Law continued writing.

"But I want you to teach me. Alone."

Your heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t like Law. The captain was always distant, calculating, rarely showing any signs of personal interest. Why now? And why alone?

You nodded cautiously, curious but unsure of his intentions. You began showing him some basic signs, expecting him to struggle as the others had, but Law, true to his reputation as a quick learner, picked up the language with ease. His movements were precise, controlled—just like him.

The two of you spent hours like that, the rest of the crew long asleep, as you taught him more and more. And the more he learned, the closer he seemed to get. Literally. His presence was starting to be overwhelming, the space between the two of you growing smaller with each passing moment. You could feel the heat of his body next to yours, and every time your hands brushed during a sign, a strange tension built in the air.

Eventually, Law stopped signing, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. His expression shifted slightly, his usual cold exterior softening ever so subtly.

And then he signed something with his that made your heart stop.

“Be mine.”

You froze, your mind racing to comprehend what you had just seen. Your eyes widened in disbelief, wondering if you had misinterpreted his signs, but Law’s gaze was unwavering, his hands still poised in the air, waiting for your response.

You had never considered romance to be a possibility in this world—especially not with Trafalgar Law. He was always so focused, so guarded. And you? You had resigned yourself to thinking that love was out of reach, that surviving in this world was all you could hope for.

But here he was, asking you to be his... his lover...

You hesitated, a million thoughts running through your mind at once. Was this real? Could you even trust him? Law was powerful and brilliant, but he was also ruthless. You had seen firsthand how he commanded his crew with an iron will, how he controlled every aspect of his surroundings. Was this just another form of control?

Yet, despite the uncertainty, despite the unease swirling in your gut, you found yourself smiling. Something about the way he was looking at you, the vulnerability hidden behind those amber eyes, made you want to believe that this was genuine.

You shook your head slightly, trying to clear your doubts, and as you had blushed a bit as heat was coming in your face as you signed.

“I accept.”

For a moment, Law’s expression didn’t change. He simply stared at you, his face unreadable. But then his eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a small smirk as his brows had furrowed. He looked almost…pleased? As if he knew you would accept... Or perhaps something deeper, something darker was lurking behind his gruff exterior.

He stepped closer, his presence now fully overwhelming, his eyes piercing into yours with a possessive intensity. You had sealed your fate, though you didn’t realize it at the time. The moment you accepted his confession, the moment you agreed to be his, you had unknowingly surrendered to something far more dangerous than you could have imagined.

-(So how's your day been...?)- XD

From that point on, Law’s possessiveness became suffocating. It wasn’t obvious at first. To the crew, things seemed normal, but you could feel the shift. He would always be nearby, watching, waiting. If you spent too much time with the others, even if it was something as innocent as teaching Bepo a new sign, Law would find a way to interrupt, his hand resting on your shoulder as a silent reminder of his claim over you.

It became clear that Law didn’t want anyone else near you—not even his own crew.

One evening, while you were sitting with Penguin and Shachi, showing them some new phrases, Law appeared as if from nowhere. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, arms crossed, his expression as dark as the night around you. The others quickly picked up on the tension and made an excuse to leave, but you could see the worry in their eyes.

As soon as they were gone, Law pulled you aside, his grip firm but not painful. His eyes burned with something intense, something you hadn’t seen before.

“They’re not important”

He sighed quickly, his movements sharp and precise.

“You are important. Only to me.”

You frowned, signing back that the crew mattered, that they were your friends, and was also Law's crew, but Law’s gaze darkened.

“I don’t care”

He sighed as his hands moved with frustration as he was signing with his hands.

“No one else gets to be close to you. Just me.”

You felt a chill run down your spine at his words. This wasn’t love—it was obsession. And you were trapped in the middle of it.

•~•

The final straw came when the Heart Pirates met up with the Straw Hat crew. Luffy, in his usual carefree manner, had approached you, all smiles and curiosity. He tried to communicate with you, his wide eyes filled with excitement, but before you could even sign a greeting, Law was there.

His hand gripped your arm tightly as he stepped between you and Luffy, his eyes cold and dangerous.

“Strawhat-ya”

He said, his voice low and threatening.

“Back off.”

Luffy blinked, confused, but shrugged it off, turning his attention elsewhere. But you could see it—Law’s possessiveness was spiraling out of control. No one was allowed near you. No one but him.

That night, as you lay in your bunk, you realized the truth. Law didn’t love you—not in the way you had hoped. He was obsessed, consumed by the need to control every aspect of your life. You had thought that joining the Heart Pirates would give you a chance to survive, a chance to live in this dangerous world.

But in accepting Law’s love, you had sealed your fate. You weren’t just part of the crew. You were his prisoner.

And no matter how hard you tried to escape, no matter how much you wanted to be free, Law would never let you go. You were his, and he would make sure no one else ever came close to you again.

As Law had kissed you, and the kiss was nothing more on how much he loved you... in a sick and twisted way. The kiss was how Law had held your waist so tightly as if he didn't want to let go...

As the two of you kept kissing as after a few more moments of passionate kissing, Law had said something that made your spine chill.

"You're mine (M/N)-ya and mine alone."

And as Law gave you one more kiss on the lips, you could see the smirk on his face as if he knew he was right.

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Yeah, this was hard to write, especially with school and how i could barely think of the plot, too, and sorry if it had been a long time as I posted... again...

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zosin-ya · 3 months ago

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ɢᴀɴɢ

Summary: Spending a girls night with you friends, quickly turns into a spontaneous party, with Law being dragged along reluctantly.

tags.: part of the strawhat gang + bonney being your friends, Franky and Robin are married and Luffy not understanding the concept of labor.

a.n.: I love letting Law suffer c:

[ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]

“What do you mean they were together for a year?” Nami asked, raising an eyebrow as you sat behind her, fingers skillfully braiding her hair. She had been hounding you for some quality girl time lately, especially since you’d been too wrapped up in your new relationship…or whatever you wanted to call it. It felt like forever since you’d hung out with her or her flat mate Bonney.

You sighed, focusing on the steady rhythm of weaving Nami’s soft strands. Across from you, Bonney was lounging in an armchair, her face slathered with a green mask, chomping on crackers with the dedication of a pro athlete. She shot you a skeptical glance beneath her mask. “You at least stalked her, right?”

“She added me on Instagram already, no need,” you replied, still focused on braiding. Bonney’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, like you’d just admitted to committing the biggest faux pas. With a dramatic sigh, she grabbed her phone from the table beside her, unlocking it in one smooth motion.

“Girl, that’s rookie stuff. You gotta dig deeper. What’s her name again? Yuki something?”

“How is any of that gonna help me with this?” you groaned, feeling the heat of frustration rise in your chest.

Nami smirked as she painted her nails, not bothering to hide her amusement. “Oh, come on, don’t you want to know more about Law’s ex?”

“No!? Why would I?” you snapped, a little too quickly. The defensive tone in your voice only made Nami and Bonney exchange knowing glances before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah, right,” Nami teased, the grin on her face widening. “You’re telling me you don’t care at all about the girl your Loverboy was with for a year?”

You groaned again, knowing full well they had you there. Bonney, meanwhile, was scrolling through her phone with an expression that was far too mischievous for your liking. She definitely found something.

“Well,” she said slowly, her tone all too playful, “if you’re really not interested, I guess I won’t show you this adorable old pic of her and Law…”

Your hands froze mid-braid. Curiosity flared up like a warning bell, but you tried to play it cool. Bonney was definitely baiting you. But before you could decide what to do, Nami was already sliding off the couch, careful not to mess up her freshly painted nails. “Oh, Let me see!”

You watched as they giggled together, huddling over Bonney’s phone. The temptation gnawed at you, dragging you deeper into the spiral.

“…okay fuck it, show me,” you muttered, standing up and leaning over the back of the armchair to get a peek too, curiosity getting the better of you.

On Bonney’s screen was a cozy group photo, probably from a Christmas gathering. The usual holiday clichés were all there — tacky sweaters, a fireplace, Rosinante in the center, grinning like an absolute goofball, surrounded by two people you guessed were Law’s parents. You smiled despite yourself. But it faded when your gaze found Law, standing off to the side, his face its usual stoic mask. Next to him, unmistakably, was Yuki.

Your heart dropped suddenly.

Sure, you knew it was from his past, but something about seeing them together, in such a personal setting, hit you harder than you’d expected. It felt like peeking into a part of his life that was still off-limits to you.

Before you could fully process the flood of emotions, Bonney scrolled to another picture on Yukis Facebook, obviously not being used for ages. This time, it was just Law and Yuki, standing under a snowfall. They weren’t posing for the camera but caught in a candid moment, smiling at each other like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

That one hurt.

“Wow, how petty do you have to be to keep that stuff?” Nami mused, waving her hands to dry her nails faster. Bonney nodded, tossing another cracker into her mouth, treating it all like juicy gossip.

Their casual comments snapped you out of your daze. They were right — this was all in the past. Ancient history. You were the one dating Law now, and from what he’d told you, Yuki was nothing more than a chapter long closed.

Still, the pictures gnawed at you. Was it jealousy? Or just the realization that Law had once shared parts of himself with someone else, in ways you hadn’t yet?

“You okay?” Bonney asked, her teasing tone now replaced with concern. Her eyes studied your face, searching for a crack.

“Yeah,” you lied, trying to shake off the unease. “It’s just… weird, you know?”

“I get it,” Nami chimed in, her voice softer now, more understanding. “But that’s all it is — the past. And you’ve got the hot emo boy now.” She winked, throwing you one of her playful smiles that made you chuckle despite yourself.

“Besides, she’s ugly,” Bonney added with a smirk, tossing her phone onto the table. “And you know, insane.” Yea you couldn’t deny that. Especially after what Yuki had pulled on you.

Bonney stood up, feeling like switching the topic now after seeing how you your mood had dropped, heading toward the kitchen. She didn’t indent to sadden you after all. It was supposed to be a fun girls night. You should relax and have fun, not cry over a relationship that is long over.

Moments later, you heard the clinking of bottles, and soon enough, she returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. “Let’s drink on that crazy bitch.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Nami laughed, extending her hands carefully so as not to ruin her nails.

You joined in, shaking off the last of your lingering doubts. This wasn’t supposed to be a night for wallowing in jealousy over Yuki. Fuck her anyway.

As the three of you clinked glasses, the weight in your chest finally lightened. You pulled up your legs on the couch and relaxed again. The cheap wine and the support from your friends really were what you needed right now. You took a sip, savoring the slight burn and letting out a satisfied sigh.

“So, what’s the real deal with him?” Nami asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she leaned back next to you on the couch. “I mean, brooding bad boy, kind of a mystery. Are we talking about some serious feelings here?”

You felt your face flush at the question. Leave it to Nami to cut straight to the point. “I don’t know,” you admitted, swirling your wine glass a little. “I like him. A lot. But it’s… complicated.”

Bonney raised an eyebrow, taking a long sip of her wine before chiming in. “It’s always complicated with guys like him. Let me guess, he's got that whole ‘tragic backstory’ thing going on?” She said it with a smirk, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.

You laughed softly. “I have no idea.” You really didn't, barley knowing anything about his past, beside his Ex. Law's tempo at revealing sensitive topics to you were slow, even Yuki was only mentioned after what had happened.

Nami teased, raising her glass to her lips. “Because it sounds like you're still figuring him out.”

“Maybe,” you said, leaning back into the couch. “He just doesn’t talk much about his past, or his family...or anything personal.”

Nami and Bonney exchanged glances, and Bonney let out a dramatic sigh. “Girl, just don’t let him pull you into some dark mess without a lifeline. I swear, guys like him can be a black hole of emotional baggage.”

“Bonney’s right,” Nami said, giving a playful nudge with her foot. “You need to protect yourself too. But, if you think it’s worth it, we’ve got your back.”

You smiled, appreciating their concern. “Thanks. I mean it.”

Bonney, ever the practical one, stood up, stretching lazily as she glanced toward the window where the sun had long since set. “Alright, enough with the heavy stuff. We’re supposed to be relaxing! How about we find something trashy to watch and finish off this wine?”

And so you did, the bottle emptied quicker than any of you expected, and before you knew it, Bonney had already popped open another one. The mood had shifted into something light and easy, with laughter filling the room, nonsensical conversations flowing freely, fueled by the sweet, warm buzz of alcohol. The filter that usually kept things polite was long gone.

“Y/N, you gotta tell me something…” Nami leaned in closer, her cheeks flushed from the wine, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Is he good?”

“Good at wha’?” you replied, blinking in confusion.

Bonney groaned, rolling her eyes and helpfully making a rather crude hand gesture to spell it out. “You know.”

You snorted, trying to keep your composure but feeling the heat rise to your face. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sudden shift in conversation. “Oh my god.”

Nami was relentless though, scooting even closer, her eyes twinkling with playful intent. “Come onnn, spill! He has to be. You know what they say about tall guys…”

Bonney waved a hand dismissively. “Pfft, doesn’t mean any tall guy knows how to actually use it. Trust me, been there done that.”

“Don’t distract her, Bonney!” Nami scolded with mock seriousness, her focus laser-sharp. “I need to know, Y/N. And don’t worry, I’ll keep it to myself.” She shot you a look that made it clear she absolutely would not, but the alcohol in your system made you feel less guarded, and you found yourself grinning.

“I mean…”

“I need details!”

“I’m not giving you details!” you laughed, cheeks burning as you covered your face.

“Okay, fine,” Nami said, settling into her seat as if ready for a formal interrogation. “Just answer me with a yes or no. That’s fair, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but play along. “Okay, fine.”

She gave you a mock-serious look. “He a top?”

“Yah, obviously.”

Bonney burst out laughing, nearly spilling her wine. “What do you mean obviously?!” she cackled, and you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

Nami waved her hand, shushing Bonney dramatically. “Okay, okay. Next question.” She paused for effect, leaning in like it was a life-or-death matter. “Is heeee… making sure you finish?”

“Sure.”

“Always?”

You hesitated for a split second before smirking. “Yup.”

Both Nami and Bonney exploded with laughter, raising their glasses in triumph. “Nice!” they shouted in unison, clinking their glasses together with a high-five, clearly way too pleased with the answer.

“Why are you two more excited about this than me?” you laughed, the weight of earlier worries completely gone.

“We’re living vicariously through you!” Nami teased, taking another sip of her wine. “Besides, it’s not every day we get juicy intel on a mysterious bad boy.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as the conversation drifted back to more ridiculous topics. The laughter, the teasing, the shared warmth of friendship — it was exactly what you needed. Whatever stress and insecurity had been gnawing at you earlier had been drowned in wine in the good time you were savoring. Right now, you were just grateful for your friends.

While you had your well-deserved girl’s night, Law was already on his way to pick you up, something you'd asked him to do earlier when you knew the night with your friends would go late and include a little too much wine. He walked up the stairs, playing with his keys absentmindedly, making them spin around his finger. Soon he found the right apartment by the sound of your laughter echoing through the hallway, along with music blasting in the background.

Just as he reached out to ring the bell, footsteps approached from behind. Turning slightly, Law saw a green-haired guy walking up to him with the same deadpan expression he usually wore. They locked eyes for a moment, the air thick with silence until the guy spoke up.

"And you are?" the stranger asked, clearly heading to the same apartment.

Law raised an eyebrow, a bit annoyed at the intrusion. "Picking someone up. You?"

"Alcohol.”

Law’s confusion deepened. What was this guy talking about?

Zoro, Bonney and Nami’s upstairs neighbor, never passed up the opportunity for free drinks. They were good friends, and he was bored enough to drop by whenever things got rowdy.

"Right..." Law said slowly, frowning as he turned to finally ring the bell, only to find the green-haired guy standing next to him like it was no big deal. Great.

A few moments later, the door flew open, revealing Bonney, now holding an entire bottle of wine instead of a glass. She blinked in surprise at the sight of two men standing at the door, then a mischievous grin spread across her face as she locked eyes with Law.

"Hey, Y/N! Your boy toy is here!" Bonney called out, her voice loud enough to carry inside.

Law's eyes widened, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He already regretted agreeing to come.

Nami appeared next, her curiosity piqued. She peeked out the door to get a look at this Lover of yours, but the moment she spotted Zoro, her expression shifted dramatically. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Free booze," Zoro replied with a casual shrug, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants like this was an everyday occurrence.

Nami groaned, clearly annoyed. "You gotta to stop mooching off us every time you hear wine bottles open. I swear, you owe me for every beer you’ve emptied." She tugged Zoro inside by the sleeve, muttering about making him pay her back later. He stepped inside with a satisfied grin, more than happy to partake in the free drinks.

Meanwhile, Law stood awkwardly in the doorway, observing the chaotic interaction. He felt like he’d just walked into a sitcom, unsure of what to do or say. Bonney’s eyes gleamed as she took him in, her mind clearly wandering to the things you’d revealed earlier about your sex life. The way Bonney stared a bit too long at his crotch made Law clearly uneasy. Especially with that grin of hers...was that how women felt?

"Is...Y/N coming?" Law asked, hoping to speed things along and escape the situation with you as quick as possible.

Bonney leaned casually against the doorframe, still holding her bottle of wine, an amused smirk on her lips. "I think she’s busy looking for the corkscrew... but you should totally come in and join us!" Her grin widened as she grabbed his arm, ignoring his attempts to protest.

“Wait—” Law began, but it was already too late. Bonney had pulled him inside with a strength that surely surprised him, as the door clicked shut.

You finally emerged from the kitchen, holding the corkscrew in one hand and a fresh bottle of wine in the other. When you spotted Law looking a bit out of place in the middle of your girls’ night, you had to chuckle a bit.

Zoro being already sprawled on the couch like he lived there rent free didn't seem to faze you.

“Oh, Law!” you beamed, walking over to greet him, blissfully unaware of the minor chaos swirling around him. With the alcohol warming your system, you impulsively stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, catching him completely off guard. His chest fluttered, though he tried to ignore the sensation. “Didn’t expect you so soon.”

“It’s past midnight,” he replied dryly, raising an eyebrow but failing to hide his slight surprise. The casual peck had thrown him off more than he cared to admit.

"Can we stay a little longer, please?" You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, the same look a child give their parents when begging to stay out late with friends. Law, ever the night owl, didn’t particularly mind, though the thought of spending even more time in the middle of this lively scene made him want to run for the door.

“I can pick you up later,” he offered, thinking you might take him up on it. Yet luck didn't seem to be on his side today.

“Nooo, you’ve gotta stay! C'mon!” you chuckled, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the living room before he could even process a proper response. He opened his mouth to protest, then quickly closed it, realizing he didn’t really have much of a choice. With a resigned sigh, he slumped down onto the couch next to Zoro, who was already sipping on his drink.

Zoro lifted his bottle and gave Law a questioning look. “Mh?”

Law stared at him for a moment, then sighed again. What kind of ape communication was this.

“Sure, whatever.”

Grinning, Zoro popped open another bottle and handed it to Law. They clinked their bottles together, though Zoro took an impressively large gulp, like he hadn’t had a drink in days. Law, glancing at him from the side, took a much smaller sip, eyeing the other man’s easygoing nature with mild confusion.

You returned with a freshly filled glass of wine, plopping down on the armrest next to Law, clearly pleased that he’d agreed to stay. Even though you forced him. Literally.

However, his discomfort kept getting worse, as the doorbell rang again continuously, signaling the arrival of even more people. The once quiet hangout was quickly turning into a full-blown party, something Law hadn’t remotely anticipated. First, a tall, elegant woman walked in, introducing herself as Robin, followed by her boisterous and overly enthusiastic husband, Franky, who instantly made his presence known with his loud voice and equally loud personality.

Then came a duo of chaos in the form of Luffy and Usopp, both bursting through the door with enough energy to fill the room three times over. Luffy immediately darted toward the snacks, while Usopp settled down on the floor comfortably, since the couch was already crowded.

Law, by now, had sunk even further into the couch, clutching his beer bottle like it was some sort of lifeline. He wasn’t one for big crowds, especially not when surrounded by people he barely knew. His eyes flicked around the room, trying to find something—anything—to anchor himself amidst the growing chaos.

Zoro, completely unfazed, leaned back casually, like he was used to this kind of scene. “Not a fan of big crowds, huh?”

Law shook his head, taking a small sip of his beer. “No, not really.”

Zoro grinned and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Good luck, man. This is just getting started.”

As the room filled up with more people and the noise level rose, you noticed Law’s discomfort. Walking over to him, you leaned down with a soft smile. “You okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, though you could tell he was far from comfortable.

You chuckled, brushing your fingers lightly across his arm. “You’ll survive. Promise.”

Law sighed, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. You always had a way of calming him down, even when everything around him was spiraling into chaos. At least he wasn’t completely on his own—

“Let’s play karaoke!”

"Oh, yes!" you practically squealed, leaping up from the armrest with a burst of energy. Without hesitation, you dashed over to help Bonney set up the console, your hands flying over the controls as you excitedly plugged in the microphones for a round of Let's Sing.

Law blinked, watching you leave him alone and dash to the game with that enthusiasm of yours. He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. Yep. He was on his own for this one.

As the singing began—not that Law would even call it singing—he sat there, watching you laugh and belt out lyrics with your friends. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but seeing you so happy with your friends was... nice. The buzz of conversation and laughter filled the room, but Law was content to observe from the sidelines.

Thankfully, Zoro wasn’t all that eager to join in either, providing Law with some much-needed silent company as the he nursed his drink. However, Zoro had also downed more than enough beer for the night. Without a word, he stood up and ambled toward the bathroom, leaving the spot beside Law empty. Law sighed, sliding further into the seat, hoping to stay out of the growing mayhem.

But of course, his peace was short-lived.

"Hey! You Y/N’s boyfriend?"

Oh god, no. Please.

Franky, all loud enthusiasm and booming presence, plopped down beside him, making Law almost jump from his seat. Among the group, Franky was arguably the loudest—but it was a tight race. Everyone besides Zoro and Robin seemed to have a default volume setting that hovered somewhere between “obnoxious” and “headache-inducing.”

Law shot Franky a grumpy side-eye, not bothering to hide his irritation.

"We're not together."

Franky looked genuinely perplexed, glancing between you and Law like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "What, you ain't?" He scratched his chin, then broke into a grin. "Ah, I see. Not official yet, huh? Haha, yeah, I get that. You know how long it took me to convince my lady to be mine? Two years! But look where we are now!" His laughter boomed across the room, drawing a wince from Law, who massaged his temples in an effort to stave off the growing headache.

"Aha," Law muttered, clearly uninterested, but Franky wasn’t bothered.

"So how long you been seeing each other then?" Franky leaned in, undeterred by Law’s obvious reluctance to chat. His curiosity was boundless, and his energy relentless. "C'mon, you can tell me. Y/N’s like a lill' sister to me. I gotta make sure she's doin' alright, y'know?"

Law exhaled, feeling the weight of the conversation shift. Franky wasn’t going to drop this, was he? As annoying as the guy could be, there was something sincere about the way he cared for you. Maybe Law should make more of an effort. After all, you had meshed well with his group, even handling Shachi and Penguin's relentless teasing and matching Rosinante’s high-energy friendliness. If he was serious about you—and he was—maybe it wouldn’t hurt to connect more with your friends.

"Few months, I guess," Law finally muttered, sounding almost disinterested. But Franky wasn’t buying it.

"Few months, huh?"

Law sighed, giving in with a little more honesty. "Eight and a half weeks, give or take."

Franky’s grin widened. "Now we're talkin'! I knew you had the details. That’s good, man. Real good." He clapped Law on the back with enough force to nearly knock him forward. "You’re a lucky guy, y’know that? Y/N’s special."

Law nodded slowly, his gaze drifting back to you as you yelled into your microphone with your friends, completely oblivious to the conversation happening on the sidelines. Yeah. He knew exactly how special you were. And for the first time in a long while, he found himself willing to let someone in—despite everything he'd been through. Even if he didn't said it openly, the seriousness of his feelings for you was undeniable.

He just wasn’t ready to share all that with the world quite yet…

As the next song blared through the speakers and the room erupted into more chaotic laughter, Law felt his patience wearing thin. The noise, the energy—it was all a bit too much for him. He scanned the room, watching you sing with your friends, your carefree joy almost contagious. Almost.

But Law had reached his limit for the night.

Silently, he stood up from the couch and slipped past Franky, making his way toward the door leading to the small balcony. He needed air, desperately. As he stepped out, the cool night breeze hit his face, soothing the tension that had been building in his temples.

He exhaled slowly, leaning against the balcony, gazing out on the night life on the streets below him. For a moment, he let the peaceful stillness wash over him.

The door behind him creaked open, and he didn't need to turn around to know it was you. Your presence was always unmistakable to him.

"Running away?" you teased lightly as you approached, your voice soft in contrast to the lively noise spilling out from the room behind you.

"Needed a break," Law muttered, not taking his eyes off the street. "Your friends are... a lot."

You laughed softly, coming to stand beside him, letting your shoulder touch his. "Yeah, I guess they can be. But you will get used to it.”

Law raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at you. "I tolerate it. For your sake."

"Right, sure," you said, rolling your eyes but smiling as you did. The soft moonlight highlighted your features, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The noise from inside was still faintly audible, but out here, it felt like a different world.

"You didn’t have to follow me," Law said after a while, his voice quieter now. “You can go and enjoy “singing” with the others.”

"I wanted to," you replied simply, still gazing at the sky. "Just checking if you’re doing okay."

He huffed, but there was no bite to it. “I’m fine on my own.”

“Yeah,” you said with a gentle smile, your eyes meeting his. “But you don’t always have to be.”

Law didn’t respond right away. He stared out, the familiar tension in his chest loosening just a little. You had a way of making things feel… easier. Less complicated. Even when you weren’t saying much, just standing there with him, it felt like enough.

“I don’t expect you to suddenly become best friends with everyone. But... you’re part of this now. Part of my world.” You smiled a bit drunk, your voice warm. “And I’m really glad you are.”

Law turned his head slightly, looking at you for a long moment. His expression softened in a way it rarely did around others. There was a weight to your words that he couldn’t ignore.

“I’m glad too,” he murmured, almost as if admitting it to himself.

You beamed at him, reaching out to take his hand, your fingers brushing his. He hesitated for a second before gently locking fingers together, the small gesture grounding him in the moment. You both stood there in comfortable silence, the distant sound of your friends' laughter fading into the background.

“Think you’re ready to head back in?” you asked after a while, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Law let out a small, amused huff. “Not yet.”

You laughed softly, slightly leaning against him, while Law really appreciated you checking up on him, even if he seemed repelled at first. Sometimes he wondered how well you could read him, tell what he actually needed. Franky was right, you truly were someone special...

But your peaceful moment was quickly shattered—private time wasn’t exactly a concept the gang understood. The balcony door burst open, and in came Luffy, practically bouncing on his feet. Somehow, despite being the only one who hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, he had more energy than everyone combined.

"Ah, fresh air!" he exclaimed, stretching his arms out wide.

Law groaned inwardly, letting his head hang for a moment. He should’ve known.

Before either of you could react, Luffy squeezed himself between the two of you, casually breaking the connection of your hand in Law’s. He leaned over the railing, staring down at the quiet street with a big grin plastered on his face, completely oblivious to the mood he had just bulldozed through.

Law’s eyebrow twitched dangerously, his patient running low. How dense can one person be?

"Hey, Luis—"

"My name is Law," he corrected flatly, already regretting it because—

"Anyway!" Luffy completely ignored the correction, plowing forward without missing a beat. He grinned brightly at you both, clearly unfazed by Law’s deadpan look. "We have this weekly movie night on Mondays. You should totally come and join us!"

"Pass," Law replied immediately, his voice clipped. "I’m busy during the week."

"Luffy, Law works," you chimed in with a chuckle, clearly amused by how little the concept of schedules seemed to exist in Luffy’s mind.

Luffy blinked, staring blankly as if the notion of work baffled him. “Can you... maybe not work?” he asked, tilting his head in that curious, innocent way of his, now casually picking at his nose as if the problem of work hours was one that could be solved by sheer willpower.

Law stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Did he just—

You were already laughing at the sheer absurdity of the exchange.

Luffy, unfazed by Law’s irritated silence, kept going. “Fine! How about Taco Tuesday then? I know you gotta be free for tacos!” His grin stretched ear to ear, as if he’d just come up with the most foolproof plan in the world.

Law groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I also work on Tuesday.”

“All day long?” Luffy asked, his expression serious, as if the thought of someone working all day was inconceivable to him. "That’s gotta be, like, illegal, right?"

You were practically doubled over in laughter at this point. Watching Luffy try to integrate Law into your friend group was like watching someone try to fit a square peg into a round hole—both characters were complete opposites, and it was hilarious to witness.

It wasn’t that Law didn’t want to make an effort. It was just... Luffy.

Sensing Law’s frustration, you stepped in to smooth things over. “Maybe we can arrange something, Luffy. On weekend instead?” you suggested, smiling at your overly enthusiastic friend.

Luffy’s face lit up like a lightbulb. “Awesome! That’s even better! Saturday or Sunday works. Or both! Oh, wait—what about Friday night? We could have burgers and movies!”

You shot a glance at Law, who was now staring out at the street again with a blank, resigned look on his face. He wasn’t saying anything, but you could practically hear the thoughts running through his head.

“Luffy, let’s… take it one step at a time, alright?” you said gently, still laughing as you patted his shoulder. “We’ll figure something out.”

Luffy’s grin somehow got even bigger. “Sweet! You guys are gonna love movie night. We always watch the best stuff. I mean, sometimes it’s just old kung fu movies or stuff with explosions, but who doesn’t love explosions, right?”

Law muttered something under his breath, too quiet for anyone to hear, but you knew he was nearing his limit.

“Luffy, maybe you should head back inside and check on the others,” you suggested, trying to throw Law a lifeline. “I think Usopp and Franky are starting another game.”

Luffy’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot about that!” He turned on his heel, already halfway back to the door. “I’ll save you a spot for the next round!” he called over his shoulder, leaving just as quickly as he’d appeared.

The moment the door closed behind him, Law let out the deepest sigh of his life. “How do you deal with that?”

You grinned, slipping your hand back into his. “They mean well.”

Law let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Still exhausting.”

After the cold air had finally cooled you down enough to want to head back inside, Law followed close behind, settling into his usual spot on the couch. To his surprise, Zoro was back in his own seat as well, nursing yet another bottle of beer. Law couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. How many of those had he already gone through? He started to seriously wonder Zoro’s relationship to alcohol.

As Law moved his empty bottle aside and sat down, Zoro glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “Mh?” he asked yet again, holding up his beer as if offering to grab another.

“Nah, pass. Gotta drive still,” Law replied, his tone flat.

Zoro gave a brief nod, content to let the silence settle back in. It wasn’t awkward, though—just two people comfortable in their own quiet. That was something Law appreciated about Zoro at least; he wasn’t one to fill the air with unnecessary chatter.

After a few minutes however, Zoro broke the silence. Clearly aware that Law was quite uncomfortable still. “You’ll get used to it. Don’t worry.”

Law raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “Do I have to?” His voice carried the same uninterested energy as Zoro’s, though there was a hint of dry humor beneath the surface.

Zoro took a slow sip of his beer, then looked at Law with a lazy but knowing smirk. “Yup. Too late now.”

Law sighed, leaning back into the couch, his arms crossed as he stared at the chaotic scene unfolding around them—Luffy still bouncing off the walls, Usopp and Franky laughing hysterically at whatever ridiculous antics they were up to, and you, blending in perfectly with the madness, laughing and teasing Bonney as she tried to argue about the best way to combine pizza with pasta.

Law leaned back, feeling a strange sense of acceptance. He wasn’t entirely sure if he’d ever fully get used to this kind of madness, but looking around at your friends, and back at you, he started to think that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t mind trying for you.

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sanjisluvbot · 1 month ago

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Isekai Yandere Strawhats CH II

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The book stayed on her mind for the next few days. Everywhere she went, it felt like someone was watching her. Y/n found herself rereading the letter and the book whenever she was free. She went over every page and squinted to see if she could find a hint of something more. Her mind kept wandering to the possibility of a connection between Open Your Mind, whoever N.R was, and her journey.

From the characters to the feeling of fate, the world-building was all familiar but new. She wanted to believe it was just her imagination, but there was a lingering thought of ‘what if’.

What if the author of this silly little book had experienced the same things she did? As she lay in bed, looking at the ceiling, the letters from Law she reread for the nth of times on her nightstand, she began feeling a sliver of excitement.

The letters had been so cryptic, yet so hopeful. The steps she needed to open the portal were clear enough but from the letter from ‘L’ she believed there to be something more to the story. There must be something she was missing.

The instructions had said she needed to wait for a “month of stabilizing” before attempting to open the portal, the truth was, the thought of really meeting Law again, seeing them all again, filled her with an intoxicating mixture of excitement and fear.

She let out an angry huff at herself there was nothing truly to be excited about, especially when there was a letter from a random ‘L’. The random letter could have been from Luffy and the crew, but, thinking of that world that she once knew, when everything was still shiny, new, and exciting her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

She sat up from her bed quickly heading to the kitchen huffing and puffing like a 1940s cartoon character. She’d moved on, hadn’t she? She had a whole new life now—-closer than ever to family and friends—-but how could one forever truly forget the magic of that world?

That feeling of belonging, the constant adventure without the worry of assignments, money, etcetera. The strawhats were her fantasy that jumped off the page and Law jumped right into her heart. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the teapot boiling.

She hummed pouring the water into her cup anticipating the camomille to calm down her brain. With the cup in her hand, she quietly padded through the hall back to her room to see her phone dimly lit up.

A text.

Have you started?

Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at the calendar—April was nearly halfway through. “ Shit.” She whispered. Time was ticking faster than expected she needed to get moving. But where would she begin?

How could she be 100% sure that the portal would work? What happens if Law isn’t on the other side? She felt overwhelmed and quickly sipped the tea to calm herself. “Thank god for camomille,”

She briskly typed back:

I need a little bit more time but I’m working on it.

Don’t Worry.

The warm tea soothed her nerves as she began writing down her plans for the next week when she realized she had no idea who the text was from. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, the weight of the decision hanging heavy on her chest.

There were too many unknowns for this not to be too good to be true. The number of unforeseen variables was enough to send her right to bed that night, leaving her teacup half full.

She dreamt of them. The smell of the sea air, the wind flowing through her and Nami’s hair as they picked tangerines, the chaos that raved through the boat. Although brief, that world had been hers too, The strawhats scared the shit out of her but the bliss of that dream had fully made up her mind before she was even lucid.

Y/n was returning to the world of OnePiece to finish what she started.

The last few weeks of April and the early days of March were filled with study sessions, late-night preparations, and endless questions that made the back of her throat itch. Y/n made sure to follow every step diligently: no electronics at night, keep the curtains open during the day, and ensure that the mirror stays spotless.

But the anxiety never truly left her, no matter what tea she drank or what she did to distract her restless mind.

Despite the lingering doubts, she knew it was only a matter of time before the portal opened. One night after the other, when she knew her mother was asleep and the house was quiet, she stood in front of the mirror.

Making sure it was pristine and hoping to find out which ‘L’ was waiting for her on the other side. Her fingers hesitated to brush against the glass, and for a second, she wondered if this was all a dream and she would wake up in a psych ward.

On Thursday, March 7th, she felt the hum of power in the air. The little hairs on her neck stood tall and the moon was full shining through her window. She bit her lip till it almost bled and closed her eyes, just as instructed, visualizing the portal opening.

The seconds dragged on, each one stretching over what felt like the course of a thousand years. She opened her eyes and saw…nothing. Her reflection was the same as it always has been.

But just as she was about to give up, there was a flash of light, and the mirror flickered like an old television screen. Y/n gasped as the image distorted, and for the briefest of moments, she thought she saw something—or someone—on the other side.

A face.

Trafalgar Law.

Her heart raced, her palms clammy with anticipation. She reached out, hand trembling as she touched the mirror once more. The surface felt different now, softer, warmer. There was a crackle of energy, and she heard a faint voice.

“You did it.”

It was Law's voice, unmistakable. Her breath caught in her throat as she took a step forward.

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A/N: Idk how long you’ve waited but I hope this was worth the wait and IYLSM FOR WAITING !!!!😭 🫶🏽🫵🏽

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chiquititaosita · 7 months ago

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˗ˏˋ🕯️ ´ˎ˗ law w/ a Latina s/o

˗ˏˋ🕯️´ˎa/n: Hi babies!!!!! So I started obsessing over law. Bruh the brain rot I have because of this man IS NO JOKE DIOS MÍO! anyways lemme just tag my girlies here @sanjisblackasswife @roronoaswifey @noawithlove @owlight @luffyinlove @lawsvalentine @csnovas @3strapstyle @zorobignaturals @backwzzds @chrollohearttags

boyfriend!law who immediately tells you you can’t join him on running errands because it’s “too risky.”

boyfriend!law who tries your cooking at least once, and he actually will eat all of it.

boyfriend!law who makes you work with him in his office as an excuse to see you and have you in his presence because your company is so endearing to him

boyfriend!law having you be his assistant with appointments, and surgeries so you can be his emotional support for his well being

You making boyfriend!law blush with every praise and words of encouragement you give him all the time if he feels down

giving boyfriend!law your paperwork and notes you’ve been taking on stuff with color coded arrangements adding stickers, and making little doodles on the empty spaces of papers. He can’t help but chuckle when he sees them

you making boyfriend!law a snack for him and walk inside his office wearing something outside of your comfort zone. Saying. “You should wear that more often you look so sexy in this type of clothing, my dear.”

when boyfriend!law fucks you in a full Nelson in his office. Making low grunts and then sucking on your neck as he’s fucking you on his lap making you both do the work into it. hearing your whimpers in Spanish,

#one piece fluff #⋆˚✿˖° osita’s chisme time #ˏˋ ╎ ⁀➷ osita chisme time ´ˎ˗#⍣ ೋ osita’s loves #one piece imagines #༊*·˚ ositas master list #law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #traflagar law x latina! reader

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kairi-th · 1 year ago

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💖✨Law headcannons 2 ✨💖

You were left on your own for abit law didnt mind leaving you he had full trust in you ( though he did worry you’d somehow get injured you were abit clumsy ) he came back with you trying to clean his sword for him he has never felt so conflicted it was sweet but his heart felt like it straight up flatlined he ran at you

“ Y/N-ya!! “ he went to pull it away from you but froze because he realized that’s even more fucking dangerous all his common sense got knocked out of his skull then he sighed and just kinda let you finish but stood there like a worried parent “ y/n-ya that’s really sharp.. “ he looked around awkwardly then he got an idea it was perfect and he teleported his blade into his hand and switched your attention with his hat

And god did it work you giggled with how soft it was putting it on grinning like a kid “ law look im as soft as bepo!! “ he couldn’t help but blush slightly then he nodded slightly as you hugged him causing him to freeze from shock but eventually he hugged back “ if you tell anyone about this I swear… “ he knows your gonna tell but the worse he does it makes you stuck in one location like some sort of adult child prison

#one piece x reader imagine #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece headcanons #traflagar law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law

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isekaimefromreality · 2 years ago

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Been thinking of isekai scenarios which suddenly reminded me of a One Piece fanfic long ago I had read about an OC who kinda ghosted Law's submarine. Like just hanging out on there every other day and watching the crew go about their business, and being totally unseen until one day they are seen by Law and caught... or maybe it doesn't actually exist and I convinced myself it did. This was back when Sabaody Arc was airing and Law was first introduced as a character, so not much was known about him and the crew.

Came up with a similar scenario, but a little scared to put it out if the other fic does exist.

If anyone finds the fic though, let me know! Might still type up and post a lil One Piece ghost scenario/short fic thing... we'll see.

#one piece #find a fic #imagines #scenarios #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagines #one piece scenarios #fanfic #fanfiction #traflagar law

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chibieggplant · 9 months ago

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Possessive Sanji

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Jealous and possessive Sanji

Sanji watches on in jealousy as you chat with Traflagar Law, who was standing a little too close to you for his liking. Your beauty in his eyes captured the hearts of not just him, but so many men.

His possessiveness and jealousy start to grow as he stands there watching intently, as he tries to make out what the two of you are talking about. Sanji's mind races as he watches closely, his chest grows tight and his heart beats rapidly. His thoughts begin to grow paranoid and obsessive as he thinks of the worst case scenario between you and Traflagar. He can't bear to even imagine any other man getting close to you.

Sanji slowly takes a step forward, he wants to let him know that you're already taken. His mind screams for him to remain cool but his jealousy grows intense and grows paranoid that Law could be making moves on you to steal your heart. He continues to step closer to the both of you, but tries his best to act as casually as possible. He's trying so hard not to look jealous as he keeps his gaze on the two of you talking. Taking another step he starts walking up to you as nonchalantly as possible despite his burning rage. He puts an arm around your shoulder and leans his head to you.

“Y/n do you mind helping me in the kitchen?” he smiles sweetly. He knows he doesn’t actually need your help, he just wants an excuse to drag you away from Law.

You smile back as Sanji puts his arm around you, happy to see your boyfriend’s face. “Sure, what do you need help with?”

His arm wraps ever so slightly more tightly around you. “Oh just some help with the veggies I have to prep for dinner”

He leads you into the kitchen happy that he put himself in the middle of what was once a conversation between you and Law. When you enter the kitchen Sanji shuts the door behind you making sure it’s locked. He has you where he wants you, now he just needs to make sure Law doesn’t come near you ever again…or any man for that matter.

“You seemed quite talkative with Trafalgar” his voice is lower than usual with a slight possessive tone, you can almost feel the heat radiating from his body.

“It was just small talk, we were just talking about-“

“I don’t like the way he was looking at you” he quickly cut you off.

Law hadn’t made any outright advances, but Sanji sees him as a threat. His possessiveness and jealousy start to grow even more, his words carry a hint of underlying aggression.

“He was checking you out” Sanji says through clenched teeth. “I saw him”

“I didn’t notice, it seemed like he was looking at me the same way he does with everyone” you shrug brushing it off.

His paranoia starts to grow and his rage is starting to boil inside him. He runs his hands down your sides feeling your curves letting his hands settle on your waist. He’s losing it but he’s trying to play it cool. However he’s starting to slip through the cracks as he imagines other men looking at you with romantic intent and flirting with you.

“I mean can you blame him?…You are very pretty” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear as he takes in all the details of your face.

“We were just talking…you know I’m yours right?”

“Yeah I know” he chuckles lightly trying to act like seeing you with law didn’t bother him in the slightest… “but I want to make sure that you know” He’s leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I-I know…”

He knows you’re his but your words don’t seem to satisfy him. “You’re mine” his arms pull you flush against him, his breath hot against your ear. “Say it”

“I’m yours…I’m yours Sanji”

“Good…” he says softly, his lips brushing against your neck. “However I think you need a reminder” he murmurs before he quickly turns you around pushing you against the kitchen counter. He’s insatiable, and as his need for dominance surges, he reaches around with a possessive grip, his hands finding purchase on your heaving breasts as he begins to kiss and nibble the side of your neck.

You press back against him, the heat of his skin on yours causing you to shiver. His grip on you grows firmer, his fingers brushing over your sensitive nipples as he kisses your neck up to your ear. His mouth works at your skin, sending tingles of pleasure down your spine as the intensity of his lust grows.

“Mm, S-Sanji” you whimper, shutting your eyes tightly. Your body responds to the growing intensity of his desire. You can feel each of his sharp breaths against you, his hands grasping and groping your breasts while his fingers tease you. “That’s right” he growls, “Just like that.”

The sensation of his hands upon you sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each firm squeeze and possessive caress, you feel yourself surrendering even further to his dominance, willingly offering yourself up to be claimed in every sense of the word.

“You feel that?” he whispers against the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath hitting your bare skin. His hands move down to grip your hips to pull you against him, grinding his twitching length up against your body with all his intense desire and passion.

“I want you to know I’m only this rough with you because you make me crazy” he mutters.

“You make me like this…” His lips continue to move over your neck, nibbling and kissing your skin.

“It’s because of you, that I’m like this…” he exhales, his hot breath making you shiver “Just thinking about you with another man makes me go crazy…”

“S-Sanji~” you whimper softly.

“You are mine…” he grunts, his words laced with possessive desire that betrays how much he is holding himself back “I’m only like this because of you…”

With the passion and heat of his desire mounting higher and higher, his breathing becomes heavier and more intense, his grip tightening on you.

“Can you feel what you do to me…?” he asks through heavy breaths as he rubs his buldge against your ass.

“Look at what you do to me…” his breath is panting and hot as he grinds his hips. You feel the hard pulse of him against you as he leans into your ear and whispers again. “It’s your fault that I do this…”

Your heart rate quickens as you feel his cock throb against you. Every touch and caress from his hands sends shivers up your spine as the intensity of his lust grows. Your body responds on instinct, pushing up as a response to his touch. His presence alone is enough to push you over the edge, and you feel your breath catch in your throat as you let out a soft pleasurable moan.

“You see?” he murmurs, feeling your body respond to his touch as much as you did. “This is how much I want you…” his hands trace their way up and down your body as he pins you from behind against the counter.

“I can’t control myself…” he’s panting now, his breath hot and needy. “Look at what you do…” he whispers “I’m losing it…”

He lets out a soft grunt as he presses himself hard against you from behind, his hands tracing over your curves as his fingers dip lower and lower until you can feel his fingers brushing against your panties. He lets out a low growl when his fingers reach the top your underwear.

“I’m so crazy for you…” he whispers, leaning his head against you as one hand kneads your chest while the other slips under your panties. You try to keep quiet but let out an audible gasp as his fingers brush your bare skin.

“your making me loose it…” His breaths grow heavier, the growls louder. His fingers brush against your sensitive skin, his touch growing more intense as his fingers make their way lower to caress your sensitive bud.

The tension mounts as his hand continues to brush over you, his fingers grazing on your sensitive skin. Your body responds to his touch, the heat between your legs starting to rise as though the heat from his breath alone was enough to ignite your body.

He lets out a low moan as he feels your body respond to his touch. He grits his teeth together, his grunts becoming growls as he continues to rub himself against you while his fingers work confidently rubbing circles over your sensitive area.

“You are mine,” he growls, tightening his grip on you as his hand continues to work its magic.“Mine…” his breath growls out of him, he can barely contain himself. He’s barely holding back.

Every touch from Sanji’s hand sends your body into a frenzy as his fingers rub against you. Your breath grows heavy and your heart rate quickly rises. You let out low, soft pleasured moans as he teases and touches you.

Your body trembles as his fingers rub in calculated movements, the heat of his breath on your skin igniting your nerves and setting your heartbeat to a fever pitch. The heat between your legs grows hotter and hotter as his fingers continue their movements, creating ripples of pleasure throughout you. Your body squirms against his hand, begging for his touch. Your soft moans become louder and more frequent.

“Mm~ Sanji I’m going to~”

His breath grows heavy as he realises what you’re building towards. His fingers continue their work as he pushes his hardness up against you.

“Say it…” he growls, his voice low and rough as he rubs faster and harder. “Say my name…”

“Oh, god…” you gasp, your breath quickening and your body trembling. Your fingers clench at the edge of the counter, as you arch back against him.

“Don’t stop…” you groan, your breath catching in the back of your throat and rising into a louder, more intense moan.

"Say it..." Sanji's harsh whisper burns hot on your neck as he holds you in place. His hand continues to push and rub, pushing you towards the edge. Every touch sends jolts of electrifying pleasure through you as your breath grows heavier and heavier.

“Mmm…” you murmur, your eyes closed tightly. “Sanji…”

Your hands grip tightly as your spine curves against the touch of his hand, pushing you ever so close to the edge. He is working his magic on you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body like an unstoppable force.

„Oh, god…” your breath comes out in short gasps as you try your best to contain yourself. “Sanji…” “Oh, Sanji…”

“Say it again…louder” he whispers, adding more pressure in his hand as he continues to work his fingers against you.

“Sanji! Oh, god…” your voice is shaky and broken as you are pushed closer and closer to the edge. Your body arches back against him, your legs twitching beneath you as his fingers work tirelessly at you, pushing you towards the edge.

“Not yet…” he says, his voice sounding rough and husky with desire. “Not until you say who you belong to…”

“Oh, please… don’t stop…” you plead, your breathing growing heavier and heavier as the heat rises throughout your body. His hand slows down slightly, his grip on you still tight as he puts all his force into making sure you remember who is bringing you to this point.

“Who…do you belong to?” he murmurs in a low, rough whisper. Each movement of his fingers sends ripples of sensation throughout your body as your breath grows heavier. Your body begs for more attention, your skin heating as your hips shift as much as they’re allowed to against his hand.

You let out a small whine as he slows down his pace. “S-Sanji, I belong to Sanji…please…” you gasp. “Don’t stop” Your body trembles with every caress, and every kiss, every lick of his tongue on your neck sends shivers through you. His breath growls out of him.

“Good girl…” his fingers speeding up again as he squeezes your breast tightly and pushes you against the counter. Your breath hitches as he pushes harder, his fingers finding a faster rhythm.

“I-i belong to…” your words trail off as your body quakes with pleasure. Your breath grows heavy and your eyes close as you feel the heat pooling between your legs. His grip is firm while his fingers continue to rub circles, squeezing you tightly against him, pushing his chest against your back.

“Oh, Sanji…” your breath becomes ragged as you get closer and closer to reaching your peak. Your body trembles as you start to reach the point of no return, responding to the heat and mounting pressure. Your breathing becomes ragged and your voice breaks as you reach your climax. It’s as if the entire sensation of pleasure is rushing throughout your body all at once, sending you into an explosion of satisfaction.

S-sanji!” you moan, your voice breaking as his grip on you tightens as he pushes you against the counter harder, feeling your body trembling with release on him.

“Oh, god~” you moan with satisfaction, your body writhing and quivering with each wave of pleasure that shoots through you. Your breath catches in your throat as your body quakes against his hand.

“Sanji…”you moan softly, your voice broken as he continues to rub your sensitive bud letting you ride out your pleasure.

“That’s right…you’re mine” he murmurs, his hand slowing its rhythm and applying a softer, gentler touch as your breathing grows softer as your body slows down with the intensity of the pleasure slowly declining. With his body flush against yours you can feel the warm heat of him as he cradles you against him.

“Mine…” he repeats again, a low purr in his voice as he holds you close to him, caressing your curves as he nibbles and kisses the side of your neck lovingly.

“You belong to me…” he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, his breath on your skin feeling hot and heavy. His hands rest on your waist, kneading your soft curves as he holds you close to him.

#sanji #sanji x reader #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece #one piece x reader

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ikkaku-of-heart · 4 months ago

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"She's a good lass. She kept me alive an' sane the decade I raised her. Gave me somethin' t' live for after Arashi passed. I think she felt a bit guilty, leavin' me t' live out her dream, but if she hadn't gone with Trafalgar I'd've dragged her onto that submarine myself!" he laughed. He'd truly been so lucky to have his granddaughter in his life, but he'd raised her to live her own life. And now he got to enjoy

"Doesn't talk about her parents, eh? Not surprisin'. From what I've managed t' sus out, when they weren't outta the house workin', they basically pretended she didn't exist," Tomasu explained as he sipped his drink. His moonshine didn't have much taste, but the burn was pleasant. Soothing for the soul and warmed him in a way that had gotten him through many damp, cold nights at sea and minding the lighthouse. If Law had his way, he was certain the surgeon would demand his liver for study.

"As for Ushi...I swear, he was just born wrong. A real psychopath. He would've been a fine cult leader if he hadn't been so gung-ho on joinin' the Marines," Tomasu growled. "And my daughter and son-in-law enabled him. Hell, the whole island did. They all wanted some Marine hero to call their own, so they let him do as he liked, ignorin' the obvious signs. His siblings' bruises. Dogs snarlin' at him. Fukuro's mangled arm. Everyone, including his own mother and father, just put 'em on a pedestal and made Ikkaku the scapegoat." It was why Tomasu had been so adamant about adopting her and bringing her to the lighthouse. No one could touch her there. Not Ushi, and not the rest of the island that refused to see which child had been the real monster.

He looked up at Edward, managing to smile as he studied the giant man. He could only imagine what the man might do to Ushi should they ever cross paths. It would be a beautiful sight to see in his twilight years. The man just had to live long enough to do so. Which, he would grudgingly admit, he would probably need his medical team to achieve.

Tomasu raised his glass, toasting to his and Whitebeard's health. They were old, but they'd earned their rest and front-row seat to this new age. "I don't hate all doctors," he finally admitted, taking another sip of his drink. Though, for good measure, he petulantly stuck his tongue out at one of the scowling nurses. "Marco's a good lad. Still remember him as your apprentice. Amazing how he's grown. An' Traflagar's a bastard, but he's a decent doctor, at least where Ikkaku's concerned. But ya didn't hear any of that from me. No one'll believe ya, anyway," Tomasu added, smirking. "Does Marco actually have a medical license? Or did he just learn everything he knows through his Devil Fruit and hands-on experience? Can't imagine ya sent him to medical school. I did the same with Ikkaku - got her all the books on mechanics and tools I could get my hands on and she basically learned on her own. Guess we got blessed with some real geniuses, eh?"

Thinking of Marco and Ikkaku's own dislike of most doctors, he was suddenly curious about her dynamics with the lads in her new family. "I hope she's gettin' along with Marco, despite me tellin' her all docs are shit. Trafalgar's probably softened her towards 'em. She doin' ok with the other lads? Anyone I should be worried about, or need t' give a good talkin' to?"

The aches and pains of age couldn't break the spirit of these two old outlaws. They both had traded in their youth for years of experience and a lifetime of memories, some good and some not so much. Still, Newgate was glad for it. It reminded him that their was still a place for two old fossils in this new age Roger had left them with. And for how long they would be able to enjoy it was anyone's guess.

He hoped both to see both Ace and Law grow into fine pirates before his time was up. Ikkaku, too, which brought him back to the present. "Ikkaku is a good kid. That Law is too. She's got a good family here." He told him with a nod, complimenting the smuggler while also ensuring that Tomasu knew that they were both fitting in well. "She doesn't talk much about her parents. She did a bit about her siblings, though. That older one sounds like he's a real pain in the ass though." The massive old man stated, taking a more serious tone as his friend mentioned ikkaku's parents. No doubt they had a similar outlook to their eldest child by the sounds of it.

"Gurararara! Still no love for doctors, eh? Marco ain't given up trying to prove they all aren't shitty to you, you know." He chuckled a good hearty laugh. Marco was his first mate and doctor now. Whitey Bay and many of the other founding members of his crew having branched off. Marco and Law getting along surprisingly well despite having personalities that were nearly opposites.

That said, he did understand Tomasu's reasons, but holding on to that grudge wouldn't bring back the dead ether. It wasn't his place to lecture his friend on that, though, especially when he still held his share of unhealthy grudges himself. "The best medicine if you ask me." Newgate grinned, toasting his friend before guzzling the moonshine that was provided. No doubt he'd be getting an ear full from both Marco and Law with how Tate and the other nurses were protesting.

#burikubato #WhiteHearts (WB Pirates Verse)#Ghostlight Grandfather (Tomasu)#What Could Have Been (Whitebeard)#friendly reunion #Great Powers of the Sea (Yonko)#Assembly Line (queue)

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portgasdwrld · 1 year ago

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📂Op men + sitting on their lap~’part 2

Featuring: Law

Warning: Suggestive

Note: y’all loved the first part so much and like the comments asked, I shall deliver👩🏻‍💻

Law

Nose in his books for the whole entire day, you haven’t even seen your boyfriend since this morning. You sighed as you understood his passion and motivation towards his goals, but it wouldn’t kill him to give you a little attention. You knew if you asked, he wouldn’t totally mind it that much. So you decided it was the perfect time to annoy him as your patience had its limit.

You made your way over to his study area in the ship, slowly opening the door after knocking few times on it.

-Law?

You spoke as you entered the room in an unsure tone. You didn’t want to disturb him, but you felt like right now it wasn’t so bad. It was late anyway and he needed to relax.

He hummed and glanced over his shoulders where you stared into his tires eyes. A soft smile curved your lips as you made your way to him and naturally sat on his lap.

-I haven’t gave you much attention today, huh

He said mostly as a realization than a teasing remark. His tired voice alone was enough to make you feel butterfly, that’s when you knew how much in need you were, truthfully. He softly smiled as he let his hand rest on your hip as his arm wrapped your waist. The other arm was just resting in your exposed thighs.

Your finger brushed over his messy dark hair, fixing them a little before you left a quick peck on his forehead.

-Yeah, I missed you

You admitted while staring into his eyes. He quickly glanced at his papers and back at you.

-I guess I need a break, what do you think ?

He now said with a teasing smirk as his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck. A short gasp left your mouth as you enjoy the feeling of his proximity and the hickey that was now on your skin. You grinned as your heavy eyelids looked down at him.

-Just..just take care of me already.

You said not wanting to beat around the bush even more. You wanted him so badly. You quickly changed your position on his laps so now you were facing him. You wrapped your arms around his neck before diving into a passionate kiss. His hands gripping your hips, slowly making you grind against his bulge. He groaned into your mouth as the movement shot a shock of pleasure into his body.

-Alright, let’s bring this to the bedroom.

He said with a cheeky smirk as he stole a last kiss from your plump lips.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #law one piece #traflagar law #traflagar law smut #law smut #one piece law #one piece smut #one piece fluff #law fluff #traflagar law imagine #law x reader #law x you

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genderless-naper · 2 months ago

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give it your all

trafalgar law x bestfriend!reader

themes: modern college au, best friends, jealousy, confession, wall sex, slight body worship & cockwarming, no protection/pull out, female reader, 18+

after failing an exam, you confessed to law how jealous you were of his natural intelligence. in return, he accidentally reveals how much he wants you.

nsfw, smut, wc: 3k, lowercase intended!

you walked into your room with frustration radiating off you. you just finished a midterm exam, but none of the topics you studied for was actually on the test. you spent countless hours studying to get a good grade only to be doomed to fail. law was sitting at your desk doing his work. you found him in the same place you left him.

you threw your bag on the floor and crossed your arms. it was enough to catch law’s attention. he continued his work as he spoke up, “did it go well?”

the annoyance you had built up from starting the exam to getting back to your room was let out all at once, “that professor is such an asshole!! i swear it’s like they’re trying to set us up for failure. nothing they mentioned on the study guide was on the exam. it was talking about topics we didn’t even review in class!”

law placed his pen down, and swirled the chair so he faced your agitated figure, “you’re probably overthinking it. i’m sure you did great. i helped you study a lot last night, and you had all the concepts down.”

you groaned, “you’re not listening. surely i failed that midterm. nothing mentioned in class was on it.”

you rubbed your arm and felt a bit jealous of the man sitting in front of you, “i wish i was naturally smart like you…”

law tried to help you feel better, “don’t say that. you have lots of things going on for you.”

“like what?? failing a midterm i stayed up all night studying for?”

he cleared his throat and put more thoughtfulness into his replies, “it’s just a midterm y/n-ya. don’t beat yourself up about it. also i was mentioning other things your good at.” law paused to think of some of your strengths and virtues, “you’re great with people and super outgoing. you have like every guys on campus wrapped around your finger, and you go on dates all the time.”

you rolled your eyes, “that doesn’t mean anything though. i care more about failing my classes than stupid boys.”

law shrugged, “well it’s not fair in my eyes. i wish i could do that.”

you tilted your head, “you can do that though law. you just need to go out and find people you like talking to.”

“i wasn’t referencing you. i was referencing them.”

confusion led you to ask, “what do you mean by that.”

law answered without thinking through his response at all, “those guys you go on dates with get to have that side of you, and they don’t even realize how lucky they are.”

you paused for a minute to take in what he said. it was an accidental confession that law had no intention of letting out. you held his eye contact in an attempt to find out if he was telling the truth.

after a stretched out silence he cleared his throat, “i didn’t mean to say that. forget about it.”

you raised your brow. how could you just forget about it?

“how about you elaborate on that instead?”

law turned his back to you, trying to focus on the previous work, hoping the situation would disappear on its own. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t let it go so easily.

you walked to his seated figure, and reached over to shut his laptop. you turned his chair back to face you then leaned down while holding the arm wrests. laws golden eyes gazed into your intensively as he tried to understand what your motive was at that moment.

“elaborate.” was all he heard. he found it hard to form a verbal response especially when you pressed him so hard about it. he didn’t quite know what to tell you that also wouldn’t affect the friendship you two have built.

so he didn’t say anything. he kept quiet. you leaned down dangerously close to him while holding his gaze. he sighed in defeat knowing there wasn’t a way to escape you at that point. he decided to speak, partially because he was also over hiding how he felt about you, “it’s not fair that they get to have your interest like that. i’m the one that sits with you every night before your exams to help you study. i’m the one who gets you to do your work when you don’t want to. yet they’re the one’s you’re always interested in. i’m honestly over it y/n.”

law gets up from the chair and packs his things back into his bag. it seemed pointless to stick around anymore. he figured he ruined things enough.

“where do you think you’re going?” you grab his packed bag to throw it back to its original place on the floor. the fact that he thought he could leave after dropping a bomb like that infuriated you, “you don’t just get to do whatever you want to. you’re staying.”

you knew the chances of him actually listening were slim. you were determined to make sure he didn’t leave, so you walk towards him until he’s backed up against the wall.

law started to become mildly irritated. he didn’t understand why you were doing all of this. if you wanted to shame him for what he said then why pull these antics? just as he was about to object against your actions you spoke instead, “why haven’t you ever made a move then?”

law rubbed his temples as he responded, “why does that matter? it’s not like you’re interested anyways. you’re always eyeing other people that aren’t me.”

you immediately dismissed his response, “has the thought ever occurred to you that i probably do that because of you? you’ve never once showed any sign of romantic interest. how could i go after you if i didn’t know you wanted me??”

law’s eyebrows turned knitted as he dissected your statement in his mind. he was certain his ears deceived him, “are you saying..?”

at that point an increase of agitation grew within you. you soon realized that now would be the best time to take action. the likelihood of an opportunity like this happening again are slim. before you could mentally decide your words beat you to it, “do you want me to show you what i mean? clearly it’s too difficult for you to understand with just words.”

the bold statement heightened your heart rate, and could’ve sworn that the tattooed man before you could hear it as well.

it’s always difficult read law’s thoughts on normal circumstances, but right now it was clear to you that he only wanted you.

he let his hands travel and place themselves on your waist. in one swift motion he substituted his position against the wall with yours. before you could realize it was now you who was pressed against the wall. law’s towering golden gaze was fixed on examining you as if you were a research project he was being graded on. you simply knew he was determined to get full marks.

“let me show you instead. i’ve had to keep myself in check for so long just for you.”

you smirked as you pulled his collar down so his face was leveled with yours to respond, “give it your all then trafalgar.”

your green light what the exact thing the man was looking for. although he liked you, more than he’d admit, he never thought about the dirty things he’d do to you. he always suspected it was unlikely to occur.

yet here he was desperate to pull your clothes off like a starving animal.

soon he discarded your garments leaving you exposed to his eyes. the only items obstructing his view were your bra and panties. still the man wasted no time admiring your body. you allowed his hands to roam, to feel, to touch any part he desired. the freedom bestowed upon him anxiously thrilled him.

“you’re so gorgeous y/n, i could stare at you all day long..”

his breath was caught as his eyes were lost in your beauty.

he was unaware of how long he spent just starring at you until he saw that you seemed to be at a state of unease.

he leaned down to press his yearning lips against your collarbone. it was a sweet kiss, but powerful enough to send shivers down your spine.

as he made his way to your shoulder you lean close to his ear to speak, “take everything off already, please law..”

“give me a second to take you in y/n.”

and that’s exactly what he did until your patience for him started to run thin. it felt like fire was erupting off your skin. he was tormenting you with every second he put off.

his hands glided up the natural curve of your spine, and effortlessly unhooked your bra. you let it slip and hit the floor soon, following with your panties, and kicking them to the side.

law’s inked hand made its way to the front of your figure to explore the new region on display. he held your breast with care as he leaned down to lick your bud. he dragged his tongue over and over your nipple feeling it harden from his repeated actions. you rested your head against the wall permitting shallow breaths to leave you. law’s gentle grip eventually turns into grasping motions that squeezed at your tissue. he made sure to give the same attention to the other side by switching back and fourth. moments when he pulls back to catch his breath he whispered how in awe he was of your every minute detail. the praises that fell from his mouth drove your desire for the man to increase making you more impatient by the second.

finally satisfied with your captivating body he put to work with discarding his own clothes. when pulling off his shirt his muscles, inked by tattoos, would naturally flex giving you a show that was irresistible to look away from.

he shared your eye contact as he raised his hand to his mouth to lick his middle and ring finger. he held them together as he sentenced them to please you between your thighs. he placed them above your clit, applying standard pressure, and began to massage in circular motions.

the sudden gasp from your lips indicated to him of the pleasure being received from his fingers.

law chuckled because of your sudden reaction, “i’m barely touching you and you’re acting like this. should i go a bit harder-“ law simultaneously applied the indicated pressure, “or should i go faster y/n?” the man increased his circular haste. asking for your decision meant nothing to him at that moment. it could’ve been considered more of a warning than a question.

you tried your best to not let your moans get the best of you, but it was difficult when your mind could only focus on how good the man’s fingers felt. you hadn’t noticed his member rising with anticipation ready to make you a moaning mess.

law adjusted his motions to reach back and fourth to your hole. realizing his licked figured would ultimately serve no purpose because the wetness you exhibited was far more useful. he used it to his advantage in order to prepare you for what was yet to come.

he spoke in a low tone, “are you ready y/n-ya? lets get to the real fun already.”

you nodded fast agreeing with him. you were unsure how much more torture of the clit you could take before your orgasm engulfed you.

law averted his attention on his own growing discomfort. the member in desperate need of relief appeared swollen at the tip, and veins carved out the sides of his length. law pulled away his fingers from your clit to hooked a singular arm under your leg and keep it lifted. he held the leg up exposing your wet core, and pressed you harder against the wall with his body. his length naturally pressed up against your core, and was barely consumed in your folds.

he shifted his hips back and fourth to drag his member along your heat. he aimed to cover himself in your slick, so entering wouldn’t be such a task, and he could focus on what truly mattered.

you on the other hand was being driven by heightened arousal. you wanted nothing more than to be fucked into oblivion. exasperated from the situation, you decide to take the initiative. you reach to his hard member and position it to your hole. you push yourself down enough to fit the tip in.

the size of his member stretched your entrance more than you expected. he questioned if you were okay only to which you managed a hum. you were too busy biting down your lip to form a proper reply.

he motioned that he would soon start, to which you nod your head giving him another green light.

he passed his member in and through your walls. he felt your walls naturally squeeze his member, and the warmth increasing the blaze on his skin. he watched as you shut your eyes and meekly groan due to the unfamiliar length.

he paused his movements to let you regain your composure. law removed fallen strands of hair and tucked them behind your ear before speaking up, “you’re gonna do great y/n-ya. i’m gonna start, is that okay?” the man waited for your approval, which you happily gave, and started to rock his hips slowly. surely he wanted to pick up his pace, but he wanted you to adjust as well.

law felt unsettlingly sexually attracted to you. the slow pace he set eventually caused him to curse himself out in his mind. he wanted to pound you right then and there, but he just had to be so considerate of you. he figured the best thing to distract his mind, and so he pressed his like against yours. it was the first time he ever kissed you. he never predicted your first kiss would happen after he was balls deep in you.

your lips shared warmth, and it caused your bodies to further align. every slow thrust drew you both into a deeper and more passionate kiss. you two were in a war zone and the kiss served as paradise.

the natural depth of the kiss blurred the lines of sense in law’s mind. without realizing he responded to his body’s natural sexual thirst by feverishly picking up the pace of his hips. you had to pull away to voice out your pleasure through moans. your eyes squeezed themselves shut. he saw the pain, but also the pleasure. his forehead rested on the wall next to your head, and he grunted in your ear like a dog chasing a high that felt so far away.

no more holding him back. he pushed every regressed emotion felt into his thrusts. they hit you harshly like the force of a tsunami. at that moment you fully realized just how much law was holding back just for the sake of the friendship, and how much he simply didn’t care anymore.

the constant sensation of his member grazing your walls edged you closer to your climax, “fuck law, you feel so fucking good~”

his name rolling off your tongue in moans made him feel cockier than he should’ve been. the man that once dreamt of you every night that week was finally getting what he wanted. he wasn’t going to let any moment fleet away from him.

his thrusts, now set at a monstrous pace, forced you to your orgasm faster than you’d anticipated. your nails dug into his skin, and you vocalized your pleasure through your moans. although it was clear you had reached your goal and had no more reason for the continuous pace, law had no intention of stopping. law growled into your ear, “why do you feel so fucking good y/n~?”

he didn’t miss a beat. that is until he climax snapped like a twig. his white substance launched into you, and filled you up leaving you warm from within. it took a while for you to the catch your breaths. the sweat caused by the shared experience made you both feel sticky. you spoke up once you felt like you were no longer desperate for oxygen, “are you gonna pull out..?”

law looked at you through half-lidded eyes. it was clear his orgasm exhausted him. his own words felt like they blurred together, “just forget about it for now…” he kept his member fully inserted in your warm heat.

he used the last of his efforts to pick up your other leg. he carried you to your bed, and you both collapsed onto it. not once did his member withdraw from within you.the natural exhaustion you felt led you to doze off instantly. law was on the verge of following you before he was taken out of his own conscious.

the sound of a notification popping on your phone alerted him. he reached over and grabbed the phone to read what it was.

your midterm grade results had came back. curious of your results, law input your password in to check the grade. he smiled at the green box holding the ‘93%’ in it. he was glad to know you would wake up with good news.

he put the phone back down and tiredly whispered to your sleeping figure, “i told you that you would do well…”

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