#umeboshi law

[thenotsofantasticlifestory]

Submission panels! For laughs:

But seriously, although maybe it lacks detail? (below).

Anything from 1081 or the previous battle with BB! (Only if you've got the time and feel like it, of course!).

Oh man the law v Blackbeard still hurts my heart so I’m gonna cop out and draw some silly law

[ladysatoru]

someone told him to pick a struggle and Law said im picking them ALL

[dykealloy]

take me back here

[crocodilenjoyer]

law is so me i am so law because i have tried again and again to like umeboshi and. i don’t. it will win every battle.

[namism]

Request: Heyyy!

I saw that you were requesting some fics, I was wondering if you could do a Trafalagr Law fic where Y/n or You has a flavored lipgloss gloss (any flavor), you could take it any direction you want!

Thank you and have a nice holiday!! ❤️

citrus | trafalgar law

➳ categories: canonverse, gender neutral reader, established relationship

➳ warnings: slight nsfw (detailed kissing)

➳ word count: 1.1k

➳ summary: Law isn't a fan of your flavored lipsticks and glosses when he tastes the flavor of Japanese plums, but you think you just found an alternative.

➳ notes: thanks for the request! ❤️ law canonically doesn't like umeboshi (pickled japanese plums), but for the sake of the fic, i made him a fruit hater ☠️ happy holidays, everyone!

➳ cross-posted on ao3

Before you began dating Law, you didn't expect him to be the many things that he currently is to you. To start, Law presents himself differently in front of many people that his attitude in dealings pretty much boils down to who he's talking to. As once a stranger to his crew, you saw a side of Law that was meant for business, a side of him so serious and monotonous that over time, became bothersome to deal with.

Yet you persisted through his seemingly dull personality until one piece fit into the other and you decided to date.

A relationship so sweet yet so unexpected, you learned many things about Law that he never would have thought of telling you, things about him that he always kept secret, locked inside his heart or his thoughts. Things that he could only say to his closest friends, others only for the ears of his lover.

That is to say, before you began dating Law, you didn't expect him to be a kisser.

He kisses you all the time, but the depth and length of his kisses vary. On some days, he would peck your lips. On others, he would peck your cheek. On most days, he would take his time kissing your lips. He can't help it—he scored a goal by dating you, and it gives him the peace of mind that he's the only one who can kiss you the way he does.

As much as he loves kissing you, however, there is one thing that deters him from doing so on rare occasions.

Your lipgloss.

He can explain—he generally has no problem with you and your cosmetics, secretly even liking it when you kiss him on the cheek and your lipstick leaves a faint mark on his tan skin, but he does have a problem when he kisses your glossed lips and tastes the faint flavor of fruit, some of them which he likes, some not so much. You love wearing different pigments on your lips, different products and brands that make your face look much more colorful, more full, so you often rotate among your collection of lipsticks and glosses, each one surprising your boyfriend whenever you greet him with a sweet and colorful kiss.

Law loves that you feel beautiful in your own skin to wear all of the makeup that you do, but he has a great distaste for some of your lip products. The flavored ones, to be exact. He's not a big fan of fruit (ironic, he knows, since he's literally a doctor), so he freezes up whenever he kisses you and tastes the flavor on your lips. You always make sure to tease him whenever he does so, calling him a big baby for not liking the taste.

"Oh? What's with the long face?" You once picked on your boyfriend as his lips flattened into a tight line after a short kiss. Law usually smiled afterward.

"You taste like plum," he said. Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Sad about it, are we? You hate my lipgloss?"

"It reminds me of that pickled snack Bepo eats." He shrugged, a chill running down his spine upon remembering the taste of Bepo's strange snack. Umeboshi, Bepo called it. Law could never get past its sour and salty flavor.

From that day onward, you would dodge Law's kisses whenever you happen to be wearing the ume-flavored gloss on your lips, often choosing to send a flying kiss toward his way as an alternative. When you visit Sabaody Archipelago, however, an idea comes to mind.

With the Polar Tang docked somewhere in the outer groves, you bid them goodbye as you make your way to Grove 30 for the island's shopping mall, where you stumble upon a vast selection of cosmetics. Eyes shining brightly, you indulge yourself in retail therapy as you blow your money out on the finest products you could find. When you walk past a stall vending a particular item, you halt in your tracks and come running back.

A lady sits behind the stand, her features telling of her youthful age. She smiles as you point at the array of lipgloss on the table, and urges you to swatch them out on your hand.

"That one's flavored," she says matter-of-factly as you hold a yellow tube in one hand. You read the printed label. Lemon.

"Do you have anything else?" you ask.

"I've got a lot to show you!"

As the lady disappears under the stand to rack for the new line of glosses, a smirk forms on your lips, the pit of your stomach turning in excitement.

When you come back to the Polar Tang, your excitement is apparent to your crewmates who wonder where you've been. You provide them with a giggle in response before you skip happily to your Captain's quarters.

You knock on the door. Law grants you entry a few seconds later.

"Miss me?" you tease him as he steps aside to let you in. You drop your bags to the ground, while he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Where have you been?" he asks.

"Just went shopping, like I told you."

He shrugs. He doesn't think much of it, assuming that you just had a few hours of fun to yourself before you set sail again. His hands drop to the side when you approach him for a kiss, your hands gliding across his chest before encircling his neck.

Before you can kiss him, however, he stops you abruptly.

"I smell something," he notes. He sniffs the air and looks at you questioningly. "It smells good."

You bite down on your lip discreetly to keep yourself from laughing. "How does it smell?"

"Like citrus," he answers. "Is that... you?"

Standing on your tippy toes, you move your face closer to his.

"Find out for yourself."

Law leans into you when you successfully catch his lips, his eyebrows jumping upon tasting yours. He notes the citrus flavor that he detected just a few seconds ago and almost scoffs at your little ruse. Expecting him to pull away, you sigh in relief when he leans further down to deepen the kiss, his hands coming to rest on the small of your back.

Law tugs on your upper lip slowly, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. He swipes his tongue on your lower lip to taste the flavor of lemon, and repeats it so often until you're losing your breath.

Pushing away, you gasp for air.

"So? Do you hate it?" you ask breathlessly.

"No, I'm into it," he mumbles, pulling you in closer. "Another one, please."

The pit of your stomach stirs in need as he holds you intimately close. You peck his lips and pull him to the other side of his quarters, laughing to yourself at the turn of events.

You guess you just found your default lip combo. Law liked it more than expected, after all.

[sen-ya]

What if... law's pregnancy craving is... bread. And umeboshi

[mazout-fm]

The playing with boxes or lack of - Drake and Hawkins popping out of it because they’re so tall, and the lack of dialogue is golden

First day, first neighbor and first fail also

NEXT SECOND

[1000sunnygo]

One Piece Academy chapter 40: Cora san part 2 (Quick translation)

source | part 1 | index

Sanji: Huh..? Aren't you...?

Luffy: Who?

Nami: Luffy! We've just seen this guy in a photo a while ago!

He's Corazon!!

Cora: Guh..!

*tap tap*

Nami: Ah, he's running!

*wham*

Nami: Ah, he fell ;;

Cora: Law, what's the meaning of this? How did this place get busted?!

Law: I'm in a state of shock myself... I swear I wasn't being tailed by anyone.

You guys, how did you...?

Robin: Underestimated our skill of gaining intel, haven't you?

Sanji: You did a good job hiding your tracks, but...

[flashback]

Luffy: Traffy... he's totally gone, huh.

Bart: Ah, Luffy senpai! It's been a while beh!

Luffy: Oh? Isn't that Romeo!

Do y'all know Traffy's place?

Bart: Naa I don't.. Gambia, do you?

Gambia: I dunno. Lemme ask my granma at home.

Gambia: Helloo, granma! Do you know where Trafalgar Law lives?.. Hmm, hmm... oh?

*pulls up a map*

Gambia: She says he lives here! Even gave us details on how to enter!

Bart: Granma really has all the wisdom beh~!

Luffy: COOL!! Thanks!!

Cora: THIS IS WAYY BEYOND THE REALM OF WISDOM THOUGH!!

Usopp: She also said, "if you're worried about the doorknob's prickly static shock, just touch the wall with your palm first."

Law: So she shared some real wisdom too? That damned Bartolomeo!

Zoro: A man believed to be missing is here, 'hiding' so nobody can find him - so it seems.

Corazon:...!

Since I got busted already, I guess there's no going back.

*cracks knuckles*

I'll make sure to make you feel at home.

Coby: Woah!

Law: DON'T START A RICEBALL PARTY!!

Luffy: What flavor is that one, Corao?

Cora: That's umeboshi! Law hates it.

Law: Cora san... ;

Cora: It's okay, Law..

Cora: After all, the only visitors we get in this home far from the town are Bepo and team. And that's just Law's pals.

Law: They're... not exactly pals...

Cora: That said, it's not like someone is expected to live here. The entrance is far down some secret underground passage. We buy our groceries from the neighboring Swallow city.

*clang*

Nami: Why all these secrecy?

Coby: Where are you going?

Cora: Follow me! I'll show you.

Luffy: Traffy's place seems fun!

Law: Make sure not to ravage it.

Cora: This is.. The Doflamingo countermeasure Headquarters.

Nami: The Doflamingo countermeasure Headquarters?

Luffy: That's a lot of Mingo!

Cora: You get the gist of a secret opposing faction, don't you?

In short, we call it "Vs Doff.." "Quarters.." well, something.

And not just Doflamingo, we collect information about the Family executives.. Even about the Onigashima middle school.

I investigate here everyday.. *tapping some keys*

And think of countermeasures.

<bzzzzz>

Coby: YOU JUST SHUT IT DOWN!

Cora: Crap, I blew it up again...

Nami: Cora chan, might you be a bit clumsy?

Cora: I have always been a clutz. It doesn't get better.

Vivi: We know that Doflamingo is a bad guy who needs to be stopped.. But do you, as his brother, have any specific reason for your action?

Cora: As his younger brother, my goal is...to prevent my older brother Doffy from falling into the dark world.

Brook: Dark..

Chopper:... World?

Cora: Do you know what they call Doffy in the town?

Coby : I'm pretty sure it's Joker, "The Town's Charisma"....

Cora: He's a regular hot topic among young admirers, my brother's got that talent in him. But..

He's being approached by the people from the dark world - meaning the Bad adults, as they observed those qualities.

To be honest, brother does have the predisposition and ideas for 'evil.' He's already a bad guy, you can't call him good even as a flattery.

Zoro: Will he remain as the Town's Charisma, or become a Charismatic Evil?

If it's the latter, that'd be way more serious that being just a bad, flawed person...

CONTINUES IN REBLOG ⬇️

[flyingwargle]

sakusa is at onigiri miya, seated at the bar beside suna, osamu preparing orders on the other side of the counter. he stares at his future brother-in-law, in disbelief at his request. "why does it have to be me?" he asks. "why can't you do it?"

"it's because 'samu breaks down laughing every time," suna says. "also, he sucks at it."

"and," osamu adds, "it's mariah carey. i ain't signin' those lyrics ta my twin."

"have you considered a different song that doesn't address an object of affection?"

"it'd be funny, 'specially if yer doin' it!"

sakusa takes a contemplative sip of tea. this is his first year celebrating with the miya family, which apparently takes christmas very seriously, since it includes a mandatory performance of a holiday song.

"'tsumu hates doin' it." osamu shapes rice in his hands. "he threw a huge tantrum when we were kids, an' after that, he never participated. he just sits there without his hearin' aids. s'why we were surprised that he's bringin' ya home this year."

"it's because my parents and siblings are overseas." that explains why they've never celebrated with osamu and suna, despite how much atsumu values his family.

"apparently, 'tsumu got ya a pass, sayin' we shouldn't scare ya with our freaky traditions, but it'd be fun if ya joined in," osamu tells him. "whaddaya say?"

the irony of atsumu having his audiology appointment at this very moment isn’t lost to sakusa. he takes an onigiri. “to reiterate, you want me to learn, memorize, and perform a jsl version of mariah carey’s all i want for christmas is you in two weeks?”

“yup.”

“you’re ridiculous. i’ll do it.”

osamu smirks. “glad ta have ya onboard. happy ta supply ya with all the umeboshi onigiri ya want.”

“we might be on holiday break, but i still have to watch my diet.” his phone goes off out of the corner of his eye. sakusa glances at the notification. “atsumu just finished his check-up. no change in his hearing loss.”

“isn’t that the greatest present of them all?” suna remarks, only half-sarcastic. sakusa and osamu nod in agreement.

that night, sakusa watches the video that suna sent him. fortunately, the translated lyrics are in the description, which he follows while listening, and afterwards, he slowly signs each word to get a feel for the rhythm. he’s watched sign language covers of songs before. surely he could pull it off?

the bathroom door opens, and atsumu sits on the couch beside him. sakusa has closed the video, reading an article instead, glancing over when atsumu taps his shoulder. “what are you reading?” he signs.

“motoya sent me an article about volleyball-related head injuries. he must be talking to himself,” sakusa says and signs. atsumu’s eyes crinkle in silent laughter, leaning against him while going on his phone.

two weeks isn’t a lot of time to practice, but sakusa makes it work. osamu and suna help by distracting (terrorizing, really) atsumu, dragging him away to buy presents, taste-test dishes, and playing holiday songs through his hearing aids via bluetooth. it makes him grouchy, but sakusa cuddles him until his tension melts away.

finally, it’s time to drive to the twins’ childhood home in hyogo. sakusa and atsumu decorate while osamu and suna cook, and on christmas eve, he meets the extended miya family, cousins, aunts, and uncles that he only heard in passing. he’s introduced as atsumu’s partner, bowing politely with his arms by his side. no one tries for a handshake; he gives his partner a grateful look, who smiles back in response.

christmas day is lively, with cousins running amok, aunts in the kitchen with osamu, and uncles shoveling snow outside. sakusa finds himself surrounded by the smallest cousins, who hang off his long limbs and squeal when he folds his hands to his wrists. an aunt herds them into the kitchen for a snack, giving him the chance to escape upstairs for a break.

atsumu joins him a few minutes later. “everything okay?” sakusa asks, knowing how easily overwhelmed his partner can get.

“yeah. i’ll get a break durin’ the singin’ tonight.” atsumu sits beside him, knees knocking together. “i don’t like listenin’, but watchin’ is fun, i guess.”

dinner is extravagant and rowdy, and soon enough, everyone is squished into the living room for the yearly tradition, an uncle mc’ing the event like a televised singing contest.

they sit together, atsumu without his hearing aids, hands held over his lap. cousins, aunts, and uncles sing to music playing from the speakers, the audience singing along. the smallest children hide behind their older siblings, most sing their hearts out; a few aloof ones mouth the words, cheeks bright red with embarrassment. their parents laugh, phones out to take pictures and record videos.

“next, we got osamu an’ suna,” the uncle announces. “with a special guest, sakusa-kun!”

“time ta do this.” osamu jumps to his feet, suna already plugging the aux cord into his phone. sakusa pulls away from atsumu, who grabs him in alarm, eyes wide. “omi, what are ya–“

he places a finger to his lips, silencing him. then, with his other hand, he signs, “watch.” standing, he joins the pair in front of the tv, their makeshift stage, impossibly tall among the seated audience. however, he only has eyes on one person.

the music starts, which elicits a few hoots. osamu and suna start singing, and sakusa as well, with his hands raised. instead of the exaggerated movements that the pair make on either side of him, his gestures are more deliberate, precise. no one understands them, at least not at his pace, and it might even look comedic.

sakusa doesn’t care. all he sees is atsumu and his reaction.

realization gradually creeps onto him. his eyes widen, mouth falling open. as the song goes on, his lips twist into a grin, hands pressed together in front of him gleefully.

“all i want for christmas is you,” sakusa sings, ending his sign with a flourish. cheers roar as osamu and suna bow, a few whistling between their teeth.

he catches osamu’s eye, who nods at him, and sakusa turns toward atsumu, who is pushing through the crowd. panic flares, and he gives chase. “wait, atsumu!”

he catches him upstairs. atsumu is opening his hearing aid case, roughly shoving one of them in his ear, suppressing a hiss when he winces. sakusa touches his arm, feels him flinch, head flying upwards, freezing when their eyes meet. “let me,” he says, signing along. atsumu lowers his hand, lets sakusa put them in. after a beat, they turn on. “atsumu–“

“did ��samu ask ya ta do this?” atsumu doesn’t look at him, voice tight, hands braced on the table.

“yes. i’m sorry, i thought it’d be funny, and–“

“i ain’t mad. how can i? ya…” the crack in his voice is slight, but the tear that rolls down his cheek is not. “ya learned jsl fer me, an’ then ya signed an entire song fer me fer as a joke. it ain’t a joke ta me, ya hear? i…”

he lifts his head, eyes brimming with tears. “ya signed mariah carey,” he chokes out. “ya signed those lyrics ta me. joke or not, that means somethin’, doesn’t it?”

“of course it does.” sakusa steps toward him, wraps him in a hug. “i meant every single sign. i want you, and everything your family offers, freaky traditions or not. i’ll keep saying it every time you need to hear it – sign is just another way to communicate. i’ll do whatever it takes for me to understand you.”

atsumu sobs into his shoulder. sakusa strokes his hair, whispers into his ear, clear as the falling snow outside. “i love you, atsumu. thank you for bringing me to your home this year.”

“love ya too, omi. happy holidays.”

[citrusdownn]

forgot to post this here but heres a comic i made since i learned law hates umeboshi but corazon loves it

[code01746]

　❝ because no one else is apologizing to you, so i figured you'd want to hear it from somebody. ❞ especially if that somebody is the one who keeps putting you through this.

　the blonde prayed that the kid didn't pick up on how sympathetic his tone was (something that had lead to arguments about being patronized and 'treated like a baby' in the past) as he turned his back and busied himself cleaning up the remains of their campsite. he dug his heels into the base of a tree until he was satisfied with the grip, shimmying halfway up the trunk until he could undo the rope suspending their rations of food higher up out of reach of the wildlife.

it fell with a thud, and him down with it. he tried not to wince at the pinecones digging into his back. it's fine. he was fine. totally part of the plan. from his face-up position on the forest floor, he rolled his eyes at the new question.

　❝ no umeboshi, ❞ he promised bitterly. ❝ are you still mad about that? ❞

rosinante didn’t appreciate how law spoke about a favorite snack of his with the same guarded suspicion as if the plums were poison. not at all; to be honest, it stung, especially when he shared them with the intention of giving law something he thought was a treat. he loved umeboshi when he was law’s age, what gives? and why did criticism of your favorite things always seem to hurt more when coming from children?

　❝ y’know… for someone feral enough to stab me through my ribcage despite being warned my brother would skin you alive if he found out, i didn’t expect a little sourness to turn you into a such a regular, fussy kid. ❞

small  shoulders  were  slouched.  The  sterile  scent  of  disinfectant  with  the  subdued  hum  of  medical  machinery  mingling  with  the  hushed  whispers  of  medical  staff.  he  could  remember  everything  because  it  was  a  repeat  in  each  one  he  was  taken  to.  every  hospital  they  visited  was  the  same.  people  would  look  at  him  in  disgust  and  would  avoid  him  like  the  plague.  he  wouldn't  say  aloud  but  it  hurt.    his  life  was  limited.  the  clock  would  tick  as  if  taunting  him.  his  pale  complexion  and  splotched  skin  ;   a  deadly  reminder  of  the  poison  running  through  his  very   veins,  sapping  away  at  his  life  each  passing   day.  his  dreams  often  leading  to  what  awaits  him,  a  dark,  cold  &  empty  void.  he  sighed,  a  weariness  that  seemed  to  reach  into  the  depths  of  his  soul.  He  ran  a  hand  through  his  short  hair,  fingers  tangling  in  the  strands.   His  stern  expression  softened  momentarily  as  he  observed  the  blond.  the  genuine  remorse  in  his  words.   The  silence  between  them  was  palpable,  the  ravenette's  expression  was  a  canvas  of  fatigue,  lines  etched  deep  into  his  face  from  the  relentless  battles  he  had  faced  within  his  own  body.  

  the  small  breath  seemed  to  carry  the  weight  of  his  burdens.  His  fingers  absentmindedly  traced  the  white  splotches  decorating  his  arm  ❝  you  don't  need  to  apologize...  there's  no  point  to.  i  dont  know  why  you  keep  trying.  ❞   Law  finally  spoke,  his  voice  calm.  perhaps  it  was  acceptance  of  whats  to  come.  gold  irises  bore  into  his.  the  sound  of  grilled  fish  sounded  promising.   ❝  ...you're  not  gonna  slip  an  umeboshi  in  it  this  time  are  you?    ❞

[lawbin-archive]

I NEED good LawBin fics, please! Any recs? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 ❤️

Here is my previous post with my lawbin fics recommendation, since many new ones have come up (thanks to all the amazing lawbin writers, the number of fics has gone up a lot omg), I'm updating my recommendation again! :)

Me&You by Cericebelle Of course I need to recommend the new fic by @cericebelle! Love the high school lawbin, overthinking law and 'bad boy' x 'good girl' combo, they are never not fun to read. The comedy had me laughing a lot too! Mostly fluff but it's not completed yet!

Bonded by BrigidFromTheCelts It's definitely my new favorite lawbin one shot from @brigidfromthecelts! It has everything - how they met, fluff & angst and the theme of 'bonding' are so well written. Although it's a one shot, make sure you save an hour or two to read this haha!

Let It All Go by BrigidFromTheCelts Another lawbin short (is it short tho? haha) fic from @brigidfromthecelts, the angst and sexual tension in this fic is just so good 👌👌

Drunken Honesty by chilldeokjil I really love that lawbin are childhood friends in this fic, it's really one of the cutest things I have ever read! And of course, always interesting to read about them when they get drunk! And again i like all the fics from @rebtrovert-girl <3

Below are some one shots I would recommend as well! The Ponytail Problem by mirimosa Tattoos and Confessions by Strwhearts Umeboshi by Klcstar Egg Rolls by Klcstar Willow Talk by chilldeokjil Lover's Tongue by chilldeokjil Flowers & Ink by CericeBelle Little Broken Smile by BrigidFromTheCelts Mero Mero Ishi by Spargi Being known is being loved by wonderfulchaeng

And I just realized that I never promote the fics I wrote, but if you're interested, you can check them out too :D Impulse Out of breath The Wrong One

To be honest, I haven't have much time to read the new fics, so I probably missed some good ones, if anyone has any recommendation, feel free to put them in replies or reblog! :)

[ladysatoru]

Favourite Dressrosa Sanji moments

I know Sanji wasn't present for most of Dressrosa but as usual he absolutely stole the show for me the 5% of time that he was on screen :

(1) When the strawhats were striking a deal with doflamingo, Law didn't specify how many ppl he could bring to the rendezvous point, and sanji was quick to point it out, as usual thinking ahead. He knew what the stakes were in this fight and that they couldn't just waltz into green bit and have a fair exchange with a corrupt warlord. anxious paranoid king but absolutely justified

(2) i absolutely loved all of sanji's interactions with viola. But i loved it the most when he could tell viola wasn't lying just from her body language and expressions alone. That's typical extremely perceptive and emotionally intelligent sanji for you.

(3) another viola sanji moment when she peaks inside his mind and all she sees is sensual stuff. Viola really said he horny but he honest 😭

(4) ofc my favourite lawsan moment when the strawhats were eating sandwiches and Law said that he hates breads so sanji serves rice cakes for him. Adding in a cute little snippet from an SBS where Oda says that Law threw another fit cz one of the onigiris had umeboshi (pickled plum) inside, the sillies!!

(5) sanji cutting momo's sandwiches smaller and serving a kid's meal for him

(6) sanji's kind and nurturing nature showing up when the team was with momonosuke for only a few days but sanji noticed how momo only turns into a dragon when he is distressed and can't control his emotions.

(7) my silly little humble sanji who can't take a compliment

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ~ [+18] 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚠 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @jadedrrose asked: Congrats on 5.5k Sashi!! Can I request “Shivers through my spine when you whisper into my ear” with Law x fem reader? Thank you!! <3 ➜ thank you love!! hope you like what I wrote for you 💖 ✦ tw: NSFT. mdni. sex in a tent. thigh fucking. fingering. romantic. sexy ass Law whispering you as he fucks you. ✦ wc: 1k ✦ masterlist

I have you, and you and only you. Into my arms, I have you trapped. Whispering I speak of lust, while I make you mine. oh, so mine.

Hiking has left you exhausted, but to see the sunset at the top of the world next to him was worth it. Law, who you didn’t thought could have been such an expert in camping showed you otherwise, and in just a moment he put up a big fire.

The sky tints in as many orange and lilac shades existing. Your skins bathed by the golden hour and his arms surrounds your back in loving and protecting embrace.

“It was an amazing idea, Law” you murmur, mesmerized by the beauty of the cosmic dance that precedes the night.

Law sighs in peace; after all he is now calm; “We needed some time for us, (Name)-ya”

As the sun goes finally down, hiding on its deathbed, the sound of his breathing mixes with the crackling noises of the bonfire that promises to keep you warm all night. It is, certainly, beautiful, and simple; enjoying nature and his hug can’t compare to anything else in this life.

Kisses and strong hugs come before dinner. Dinner, that you prepared with so much love in little, tiny polar bear, bento boxes.

“Onigiri, without umeboshi for my sweet love” you chime, passing the box to him.

Law smiles with his eyes, though his lips are always pressed into a fine line. Is not that he is not happy; it is just how he is.

“Thanks~” he grabs it with inked fingers that you love.

And both chat about stuff you can’t even remember; the flames that reflect on his golden eyes are enough beauty for you to be absolutely distracted. And, don’t get him wrong, it is for Law the same way.

A yawn or two coming from you alert the surgeon. “Are you tired? Let’s go to sleep” he proposes standing up and lending you his hand.

You smile. You are tired, but you don’t want this day to be over. Not yet… just, not yet.

Law helps you stand up and both get into the tent. Is not super spacious, but it is big enough to fit both of you comfortably. The many comforters make the hard floor underneath to feel like a cloud. It is perfect for sleeping… but maybe for so much more.

You take the first layer of clothing. Since spring is here, the weather isn’t as cold as before. Wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, you snuggle into your side of the “bed”.

The doctor, however, takes his time to be as unconsciously sexy as possible. He unzips his blue windbreakers and takes it out, perfectly folding it and leaving it to the side. You, giggle, since your clothes are now laying on who knows where inside that tent crunched into a ball.

Law’s arms, exposed since he is wearing a white tank top, show the hearts tattooed near his shoulders. Slightly muscular, the caramel skin makes you smirk. How hot he is, and how unbothered he seems…

Then, his spotted jeans. You act all sleepy, but with just one eye open you take a sweet look at your lover’s body dressed in just white shirt and heart pattern boxers.

You scoff, trying to keep it silent. It’s too cute to see a man covered in tattoos and piercings wearing such cute boxers.

“What?” he asks, getting into “bed” next to you. “Nothing, nothing. Cute ~” you giggle, turning around. Now your back faces him as you get ready to sleep.

Law, with blushed cheeks, stays for a few seconds staring at your nape in silence. And then passes one of his arms over your waist to hug you in a big spoon way.

You smile, his warmth is always so welcomed. Your skin is always so needy for his, and this alone can be considered heaven.

“What’s so funny, hm?” he asks, whispering right into your ear as he nuzzles into your hair.

“N- nothing… your- your boxers” you joke, enjoying his presence behind you. Feeling how he comes so close to you, pressing his own body against yours.

“Do you think they are funny, (Name)-ya? Hm? Should I take them off so that you stop laughing? Or should I make you stop laughing in any other way?” Law questions, passing his palm through your belly, down towards your core.

The way his soft, low voice sounds right in your ear, so whispery… it makes you tremble, it makes shivers run through your spine.

You take a side look at his lips from the side. So tasty they look, you want to bite them.

The tip of your tongue peaks shily through your lips, expecting your lover to trap it. But Law wants to go painfully slow tonight, to torture in the best way he knows how to… step by step, to make you beg, to make you plead for his body.

Just the tip of his tongue reaches yours, so delicately pulling backwards almost immediately. It forms a little string of saliva in between you two, and the warmth of his and yours breaths caresses your neck and shoulder.

His inked fingers search for your heat, scrutinizing the soft and hot skin as they go down. When they found your labia, they simply stay there, simply tapping over them so slowly.

You moan and arch your back a little bit. Your body, unconsciously, searches for more. And it makes Law laugh so sexily.

“Hhm… what is it? You like this, (Name)-ya? You want more?” he whispers, making you nod in response.

You move your ass side to side, grazing his growing hardness that feels so big and yet doesn’t seem to get desperate until you have summit yourself into it first.

“Oh my, so desperate… and you were laughing a second ago… you want this?” he asks, finally dipping his fingertips into your pooling wetness. He plays with your arousal, knowing exactly where your clit is, and still acting as if you didn’t deserve it to be touched.

Your pelvis moves so that his fingers can finally touch your special spot, while your hand traps his, so it doesn’t move an inch from your sex. “Touch me, don’t make me wait no more…”

You rip yet another laughter from him. And it’s rare, but it’s always during these situations where he does it the most. And Lord, nothing sounds better than his whispery giggles.

“Desperate, (Name)-ya. You are desperate. You are such a sweet slut for me ~” he purrs, biting your shoulder while finally penetrating you with one and then two fingers.

Beckoning motions have you mercilessly falling into his hands, turning you into a total slave of his desires. Your moans are louder, and they mix with the sounds of the mountain outside. Where you can only hear crickets, frogs, and wind now the melody is complete with the symphony of your whines.

Law’s free hand reaches for your breast, squeezing and pumping. It accompanies the way his fingers do magic with your sex. His lips that barely graze your skin open, as he himself gropes against your ass in search for some relief.

“I want your cock in between my thighs…” you barely manage to ask. “Ugh- yes” he finally says, giving up control to let the warmth inside of your legs to receive his sex.

You trap his shaft so close to your sex with your legs, allowing enough space for him to move back and forth. It sprouts transparent arousal that wets your skin and mix with your already dripping ones. And it’s such a mess, and his whispery moans sound so good.  

“Fuck me…” “Lift your leg, let me fuck you...”

[heartfeltcierra]

Law taking care of sick Y/N

Word count- 650

Masterlist

Warnings/Content- Soft Law X Sick Reader, minor cussing, mentions of IV's and medications.

 Despite what people think of Law, there isn’t much he specifically hates. The few things he does include Doflamingo (for obvious reasons), bread and umeboshi. But today he adds another thing to that list.

 “Law I feel like shit..” Your voice rasps out from the infirmary bed. “Am I going to die?” 

 “I know you feel bad love, but I promise you're not going to die.” Law said as he rummages through the medicine cabinet.

 “Are you sure?” The unease in your voice makes Law's heart clench.

 “Yes, I’m sure.” Law looks away from the cabinet to give you a soft, reassuring smile. “What you have is called the ‘grandline flu’, it should run its course in a few days and then you'll be as good as new.” He turns back into the medicine cabinet and pulls out some supplies. “But with that being said, you've lost a lot of fluid sweating it out, so I need to run an IV.”

 “Okay." You groan as you lift up from the bed. "Just know I hate this."

 “I know you do Y/N," I do too. "but it’s the fastest way to get you hydrated, plus I can send the meds you need through the IV.” Law carries the stuff over to the bedside table.

 “Please be gentle.” He recoils a little hearing the distress laced in your voice. Sure the Surgeon of Death was sometimes sadistic with his medical practice, that's how he got the alias in the first place, but when it came to you he was the Surgeon of Delicate.

 “I promise I will.” Law carefully grabs your arm and positions it before his tattooed fingers caress your arm in search of a vein. “Are you ready?” You nod your head as Law preps the area. Now came the part Law has been dreading the most. “You’ll feel a sharp pain and then it will be over.” You shut your eyes and look the other way as he gets the IV inserted. A small yelp leaves your lips, but the pain was brief. “All done, you did so good for me.” Law places some bandages over the IV before peppering your face with kisses.

 “If you keep kissing me you may end up sick too.” You smile and try to pull away but Law stops you from going anywhere.

 “If I did, let’s just say I know a really good doctor .” He smirks before stealing another kiss. “Now let’s get you fixed up.” Law grabs a damp cloth and gently wipes away the sweat from your forehead. “I’m going to give you something that will help you rest.” Law holds up a liquid filled syringe.

 “Okay.” You watch as he connects the syringe to a tube before slowly feeding the medicine into the IV. “Is it bad I can feel it kicking in already?” You yawn out.

 “No it's not.” He tosses the empty syringe in the trash and turns to look at you. “When meds are given intravenously it kicks in a lot  quicker, plus what I gave you is ‘the good shit’, so to say.” He gives your head a few comforting pats. 

 “You truly are the best Doctor ever.” Your eyes and limbs grew heavier and heavier as the meds ran their course.

 “Damn straight I am.” He gave your forehead one last kiss. “Now get some rest, I'll be back later to check on you.” 

 “Wait Law, before you go...” A small grin forms on Law’s face seeing how adorable you looked fighting to stay awake. “I wanted to say thank you and I love..."

 “You’re welcome sleeping beauty.” He pulls the covers over your now fast asleep form before whispering. “I love you too.”

[sakura-rose12]

Does Law still kiss Cora when he has cabbage/ lettuce between his teeth or recently ate umeboshi?

Law has lines that he will not cross.

Will he give Coras heart a smooch when he takes it from his body? Yes.

Will he smooch Cora who has cabbage or umeboshi in his teeth? No.