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Sorry for not posting much, I’ve been so busy lately! I’m trying out a few projects rn, so have these doodles while I get my shit together djsnskkd

Also I’ve tried a new style with the second piece that made it faster for me to draw, I think I’ll stick with it for a while so that I can post more frequently. Hopefully it looks ok!

#trafalgar law #donquixote rosinante #shachi one piece #penguin one piece

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Just some silly things for a day

(Its my tik tok btw you can check it out)

#trafalgar law #heart pirates

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Quietly

pairing: law x fem!reader

summary: you and law find yourself in the strawhat’s ship where you have to spend the night in a room where you’re not alone.

contains: NSFW, no heavy plot.

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''Shhh... don't... - his hand gropes your tit, caressing it gently. - ...don't be loud...'' You gulp, his hot breath in the back of your neck messing with all your senses. ''Law... - you whisper back to him, tilting your head a bit backwards.

His hand travels down your body, under your shirt where he grabs your chest, a hiss coming out of his mouth. ''No bra?'' - you could feel him smirking under his breath. - Oh, now I have to give it my all.''

He pushes his arms under you, pulling your body close to his embrace. Your ass meets his already-hardened cock, making you leave out a small gasp. He bites your ear, now both of his hands grabbing your tits, massaging them.

''Law... we will... we will be heard...'' - you try your best to keep yourself composed, but the sensation of his cold hands on your bare chest, his thumbs messing with your nipples is nearly driving you over the edge. ''You're saying you want me to stop?'' - one hand of his stays on your tit whilst the other traces down your stomach, slowly. His lips go from your ear down along your neck, dragging on your skin until he places them gently, kissing silently.

''You...you have to... otherwise I can't...'' - you try to explain but the biting sensation on the skin of your neck catches you off guard. You tilit your head, almost letting out a moan. ''I will stop if you tell me to, but...'' - Law's hand that had made its way down, finally reaches to touch your sex. - If you were so worried about what other people would think, you wouldn't have gone to sleep with no panties on.''

Your chest rises and falls heavily as you bite your lip, feeling Law pulling your skirt down with his hand. Soon, his palm covers your whole sex, his fingers rubbing your folds up and down slowly at first. His lips are buried in your neck where he leaves love marks, his arousal growing more evident as you feel his cock agasint you. ''You're hard already?'' - you ask him, wanting to turn around and face him but the hand he had on your tit comes to grab your chin, pointing it forward, making you whine.

''Was it not noticeable enough?'' - he presses his cock nearer, your hips instictevly grinding agasint him. A small shaky whimper comes out of his mouth but he composes himself quickly. His fingers are already dipped in your wetness as he teases your clit, whispering in your ear.

''I'm not the only one excited here.'' - Law claims, putting his fingers covered by your arousal straight into your mouth. He applies your juices to your lip like lipstick, dragging your lower lip with his thumb.

''I want this pretty mouth shut for a bit.'' - He hears you moaning breathily, feeling your frustration in his core as well. He scoffs as he grabs your ass, lifting it upward a bit. ''Law no, we can't do that- ''No one tells me what to do or not with my girlfriend. Relax. - he places a soft kiss on your cheek as he palms his length near your entrance. - You're gonna be a good girl for me and be quiet, alright?''

''I can't... I'm gonna- Your speech is interrupted as you feel him entering you. As he streches you out, you reach for his arm, squeezing it tightly. Biting your lips to restrain any moan that can come up is your only salvation. ''Fuck... - he cusses, filling you in completely before starting thrusting in and out in a slow and steady pace.

It's quiet but for some reason so arousing. His hot breath shaking with every anticipated moevement of his hips, one hand on your hip as he pulls you closer with each thrust, his other hand is on your neck, taking a light grip as it travels down your lower back.

''Like that, baby. Good girl.'' - his thrusts do not fasten but somehow his cock reaches deeper, making you wonder how is he pulling this off. Although you are trying your best not to be loud, when he grabs your ass fully gripping it with his hand, with some sort of hidden frustration, a small moan escapes your mouth as you quickly try to cover your mouth.

Law reacts quickly, placing his hand under your thigh as he raises your leg up. He takes a grip of your hair, tilting your head back. ''You've taken my cock so many times. How hard is it for you to stay quiet?'' - he teases, very much aware of your heavy breathing and your swollen bottom lip from all the biting. He thrusts harder, a very tight grip under your thigh as he keeps your leg up. His hand brushes off your scalp, gripping there as well as you hear his breathy moans loud and clear near your neck. ''Shhhhshit...'' - you whimper, finally meeting his gaze because of your hair being pulled. He looks down at you, glancing at your lips before pressing his soflty, just once.

'' You're so pretty when you look at me like that.'' - he whispers to you, dragging his lips on your face and then along your jaw as he keeps thrusting in you. When he does so, you feel your relelase coming close as you meet his eyes again with a sweet gaze.

''I'm gonna... Law...'' - you say, your mouth wide open as you gasp silently. He grabs your chin and kisses you, breathingly explaning;

''Cum and kiss me at the same time. I want you to moan in my mouth.'' - he whispers, cheeks flushed and visibly grinning while pressing his lips against yours, feeling his own climax crashing with yours simultaneously.

“F-fuck…- Law cusses, drowning his face in your shoulder, biting it as he thrusts a couple more times before covering your mouth with his hand. - Fuck, baby you did so good.”

You try to catch your breath, unable to utter a word as Law pulls out from you, feeling the heat escaping.

He places a gentle kiss on the shoulder after biting it a bit too hard before, caressing it with the tip of his nose as he gently pushes you close to him.

“Was this enough for you, Law? - you tease him and he widens his eyes as he observes you slowly turning over to face him, hand travelling down his bare chest. - Why don’t you be good now and keep quiet for me?”

#this was hot #damn #so good #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader #trafalgar law smut

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Better start cooking.

#trafalgar law #donquixote rosinante #monkey d luffy

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Jean Bart: I thought this was just supposed to be a tiny little pop-up store with only a few exclusive items.

Penguin: No, they rented out an entire convention center next door to sell Sora merchandise!

Shachi: Holy shit, there is so much stuff here! Backpacks, figurines, TCG decks, pillows, stickers, bowls, plushies, cups, keychains, full kitchen sets, jackets, shirts, designer hoodies, I think I saw a full-on replica of the Mazer cannon from Issue 973!

Jean Bart: We need to get out of here right now before- *sees the light of Room spreading out and merch disappearing off the shelves left and right* Too late.

Penguin: Captain! CAPTAIN, NO! STOP!! SELF-CONTROL, PLEASE!!!!😭

Shachi: You're going to financially ruin us!😭

Bepo: Captain, I found a Sora seagull coin purse over here!🙂

Shachi: BEPO, STOP ENABLING HIM!!!

#trafalgar law #and his deep dark desires

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AO3 Comments are SO SO SOOOOOOO important because you can only leave Kudos ONCE. You add to the hit count ONCE (every 24 hours).

So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.

Believe it or not, some of us think about the name that pops up constantly in the comments and go "omg I can't wait to see what they think of THIS SPECIFIC SCENE cuz I KNOW they'll say something about it!!!"

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#trafalgar law

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daydream believer (law x reader)

your last night with law before he leaves the crew in zou (been having brainworms about law not expecting to get out of dressrosa alive)

wc: 1.4k masterlist || commissions (info)

cw: established relationship, suggestive content, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

tagging: @willowbelle @sanjisjuul @eelnoise @kaizokuniichan @risenwrites @ragethebunny @mirillua @sanjisprincesswifey @atanukileaf

A murky, dust-filled cloud had been continuously swirling around Law for months now, growing with intensity with each passing day.  Abandoning you in the dark, he’d pulled the wool over your eyes and procrastinated the inevitable for as long as possible, trying to avoid a break in his resolve due to emotional attachment; however, the chips were now set, the cards were drawn, and the Polar Tang was docking in Zou in the morning.

The only piece that remained was to tell you that he’s leaving.

“I’m leaving to take care of something on my own, and I most likely won’t make it back.” he says, carefully rehearsed, as if it were as mundane as asking for a cup of coffee in the morning; however, the tremble in his hand is impossible to miss as it grazes along your cheek, soft as a feather.

Law could have told you ages ago.  He could have mentioned it when the stress of his impending mission had started to manifest into irritability and frustration that could only be quelled by holding you tightly and burying his face in your hair.  He could have told you during any little moment over the past three years—he could have even given you a choice and told you before your feelings for him grew too deep, giving you the option to escape from the unknowing choice you had made to love him for a short while until he vaporized into a dwarf star.

But he was imperfect, and incapable of denying himself the selfish pleasure of loving you.  Like him, you were a chronic worrier, and the knowledge of his possible impending demise would have hung over your head in a dense, debilitating haze, worsening your already crippling insomnia—it would be cruel to tell you—at least that's what he had told himself.

“And you have to do this alone?  You’re certain that we can’t help you?” you ask, with less resistance than he’d expected; perhaps it was a side effect of the fact that he had put off looping you in on this until the eleventh hour, or more likely, that you simply trusted him enough to know that if he had gotten to this point, that he had exhausted and carefully thought through every possible option.

“I’m certain.” he replies firmly, the mere thought of Doflamingo getting his strings wrapped around any of his crewmembers—let alone you—making him internally shiver.

The emotions pooling in your eyes would be mistaken as dismay and defeat by anyone less attentive, but Law has studied each curve and twitch on your face enough times over to know you were filled with painful understanding.  You were practical, like him.  You knew he couldn’t risk any of you getting even a scratch on you for the sake of his own vengeance.

“Does anyone else know?” you ask, hastily wiping at the salty tears that form in the corners of your eyes.

“Bepo knows what he needs to.  That I’m dropping you guys off on his home island for safe keeping.  Penguin and Shachi know I’m leaving temporarily, and I’m telling the rest of the crew in the morning.” he says, his words once more feeling almost too practiced, a side effect of rehearsing this conversation in his mind countless times.

“So, they don’t know that you might not make it back.” you state quietly as you aim for clarification, averting your eyes from his, opting to draw circles along the tattoo that frames his chest.

Law takes a heavy inhale and swallows before replying.  “They might have assumed as much, but I’m only explicitly telling you. Because I trust you, and because—” he says, pausing to take another deep breath, taking in the courage to finish his thought.  “I have to tell someone, so that they can tell the rest of the crew that this was my decision and mine alone.  I don’t want them to think it’s their fault.” he says, his voice nearly trailing off into a whisper.

“But it is.  Because we’re not strong enough to protect you.” you insist, phrasing broken up by sobs catching in your throat.

“No, it’s not.  Don’t think about that right now.” he pleas in a hushed whisper, directed at both you and his own tumultuous state of mind.  Steady hands tip you over gently from your side onto your back, and he cages you in, leaving you helpless to the power of his gaze; many a time had you been pinned underneath him like a piece of prey to toy with, but this time, he simply wants to look at you between shaky and unsteady breaths.

“I love you so much.” he whispers, running his thumb across your bottom lip.  Such words were rarely spoken by him, saved for the dead of night where his mumbles can be smothered by the darkness that hangs inside his bedroom.

 Shivers run through his spine as you give him a teary-eyed smile and reply with a soft, broken “I love you, Law.”

The words are hauntingly familiar, but this time, he’s the one with the lipstick smeared across his face and cigarette between his teeth.

“I’ll try my best to be back in a couple of months—” he murmurs, unable to restrain himself from giving you a smidgen of false hope. “And in the meantime, I want you to not worry unless you hear the worst.” he continues as he traces the side of your cheek with his fingers, using the soothing cadence of his voice to mask the fact that he’s demanding an impossible task from you.  Always his steadfast willow branch, weathered by storms and bending ever so slightly past the limits of the tension he puts you through, you sigh and nod.

“Now, let me give you something to remember.” he says, low and gentle, and lacking the snark and teasing bite that normally saturated his tone while he picked you apart.  Each dusting of a touch along your skin conveyed that this was a reward, for taking this as well as you are, for promising to not fret too much while he’s gone, for putting up with him for all these years.

For loving him, without reservations, and with unwavering trust.

“Something to remember until you come back.” you whisper, a slight stubborn insistence clinging to your voice even as it wobbles in the space between you.

Law lets out a deep exhale.  “Until I come back.” he replies against your lips, too drunk on the tantalizing possibility of returning home alive to allow his mind to consider what such a promise might do to you, should the worst come to pass.  The tiny, slight hint of force behind your statement is enough to get him to tell you whatever you need to hear to feel better—you bend for him, constantly attentive to his whims and wishes, but he folds and snaps for you without fail, with such consistency that it frightens him to the core.

He would do nearly anything for you.

He would die for you.

It was a shame he had already long since committed to the likelihood of dying for revenge.  He wonders if you’ll grow to resent him for it.

Despite the hopeful sweet nothings that he lovingly coos into your ear, when the day breaks and the time comes to truly part, he chooses his words carefully, murmuring them softly as he pulls you into a tight hug.

“I’m so lucky to have found you.” he whispers, pressing his lips to your cheek for what he believes is the last time.  True to your word, you hold off on tears until he’s out of sight, playing his tantalizingly soothing reassurances in your mind like a comforting, deeply ingrained melody, though they lose their potency as time wears on, and your patience and sanity both begin to wear thin.  However, curious news of a certain unprecedented pirate alliance serves as a source of continued faith.

And, luckily for you, Law was unintentionally prophetic, returning in a couple months, just as promised.  After being smothered by Bepo, he does a quick headcount, briefly panicking as he realizes you’re missing, though his worry vaporizes once he turns his attention to a rustling noise nearby.  He repeats an inverse variation on his parting words when he sees you once more—though this time full of snark as he stifles a chuckle.  “You’re lucky I found you.” he teases, reaching out his hand to you.

Tripping over your own feet in an attempt to reach him before Bepo, you’d fallen flat on your face and entangled yourself in a bush.

#love love love #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader

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she's out of my life (law x reader)

part of my 1600 follower event (ignore that i've been putting this off forever, i've rewritten this like 4 times)! prompt is: so i've learned, that love's not possession, and i've learned, that love won't wait, now i've learned, that love needs expression, but i've learned too late

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, night terrors, angst with a happy ending, law is bad with emotions

tagging: @willowbelle @sanjisjuul @eelnoise @sanjisprincesswifey @ragethebunny @kaizokuniichan @mirillua @cloudzoro @risenwrites @atanukileaf

wc: 655 masterlist || commissions

So determined to keep you safe by not fully opening his heart and mind to you, Law hadn’t even realized he was losing you.

He hadn’t been hurting you consciously, and didn’t put the pieces fully together until you cornered him and released a floodgate of emotions that had been steadily creeping up on you for months.  You had a laundry list of complaints—none of them completely unwarranted.  Despite the way he would often fume with jealousy at the slightest hint of provocation, he kept you at arm’s length, unable to open up in the way that you had for him.  He was a vampire, feeding from you, doing nothing but take as he ignored the tears in your eyes that begged for something, anything in return.

You were done—you’d made up your mind before the conversation had even started, and there was nothing he could do or say to change your mind.

He grabs your wrist as you move to leave, and a swell of hope floods his chest as you turn around, only for it to be snuffed out as your hand smacks him brutally hard across the face.  A mixture of pain and tingles from the aftershock spread through his cheek and make him unbearably dizzy as his ears ring unbearably loud; his legs weaken not long after, collapsing under the weight of his own mistakes.

The burning slap across his face dampens into soft taps across his cheeks, and the metaphorical weight on his chest feels so much more tangible as his vision goes fuzzy and fades to black.  Far away mumbles of his name sprinkled in between soft pleas for him to wake up become clearer as his mind rolls around in his skull, disoriented and deep in shock.  The sweet sound of your voice coaxes him back into lucidity, though the sight of you hovering over him, thighs on either side of his torso and your worried gaze locked onto his stormy, glazed over eyes does little to soothe his racing heart.  Chapped lips press roughly against his cheek as the palm of your hand cups his face; many nights on both your parts had been spent comforting each other after being trapped in the throes of a night terror, but they always revolved around the past—for the first time, Law is terrified of the future.  Scared of his lack of verbal reassurance to you coming back to bite him, of his inability to express how much he cares about you pushing you away, and of the unspoken secrets he keeps close to his chest driving him apart from you.

Ignorant to the overwhelming swirling of emotions coursing through his veins, you nuzzle into the crook of his neck and lazily press sleepy kisses along seam connecting his neck to his collarbone. “I love you, Law.” you whisper softly into his skin.  He can feel the strings of your heart tug bittersweetly as the words leave your mouth, making his heart twinge with guilt as the contents of his nightmare flood his mind once more. 

Each night before bed, you murmur those words to him with such devotion and care, and with full knowledge they wouldn’t be returned, and yet still, hope hangs on the tip of your tongue and remains unaddressed—you simply tuck it away the unpleasant lack of reciprocation, press a kiss to his forehead and tangle your limbs with his.

Each night you give yourself to him whole, only to get chewed up and spit out.

It’s not sustainable, and he knows it.

So determined to not lose you, Law swallows the lump in his throat and whispers, “Me too—so much.”  He isn’t quite able to get the words out just yet, but the starry look in your eyes as you push yourself up to meet his gaze with a bright smile tells him it’s more than enough for now.

#the feels #ugh #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader

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nakayoshi indeed (¬‿¬ )

#love this

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Fanfiction Club: The Rules

This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.

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#yes

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My part in @lovinglawzine, made spot art for Hiba's cute story of young Heart pirates in a Pokemon setting :3

#heart pirates #one piece x pokemon

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nico robin day!!!

#nico robin

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Day 3 - Penguin - Loyalty

Antarctic pearlwort is one of two flowers that grow in, well, Antarctica (and the only one that actually looks like a flower). If that's not a great allegory to "I'll stay here no matter what" I don't know what is.

#penguin one piece #this is awesome

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I over analyze when it comes to coloring so ill be worrying (struggling) about it for awhile. but im really excited about this WIP. Cyberpunk Kid and Killer.

#massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #here they come

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couldnt upload this yesterday bc of the tumblr ban but anyway, my hands were tired doing lineart for a work thing so heres a painting to cooldown

#trafalgar law #love the colors #love the style #love the man