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alexa-fika · 4 months

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Hi again first you're a teacher?? Me too soon 😂

Anyway I thought of another weird idea

A child that can see dead people 🏃‍♀️ and he sees corazon when he's with law

Or any other character

I will write a lot of ideas sorry if it's annoying 😅

🐼💕~

A/N:I am a teacher! Im a preschool teacher, that is why writing this in that aspect is really easy because I see their behaviors and shenanigans everyday. What grade will you be teaching??

Also, absolutely not! I love your ideas they are incredible, it will never be annoying trust me, receiving these makes me giggle and kick my feet like a little girl

Dividers by @/saradika

Clumsy Ghostly Guardians ( Law x gn!child!reader x Corazon)

“Dad, Dad!” The child could be seen once again running through the hallways of the submarine, their screams bouncing off the walls as they ran towards their father

Law looks up from his reading as the familiar sound of his child's footsteps approaches him. He sighs, returning his attention back to the medical journal in his hands.

“What is it?”

“Dad, who is the tall ghost who always follows you around?”

“Tall ghost who always follows me around?”

Law puts down his book to give his child his full attention

“What do they look like?”

He watches as the child changes their focus from him to next to him, attentively staring at something

“He’s really tall, he has funny lips, he has a big coat, and he falls a lot too.”

Law's brows furrow as he is genuinely confused by his child's words. However, Law gets a strange feeling in his gut that what they are seeing is none other than Corazon

“…Did they tell you their name?”

“He said his name was Rosinante, but he said you call him Corazon.”

Law's jaw hangs open as he stares at his child. Law never told his child about Corazón, and the fact that reader knows his real name and even his alias...

When the child had eaten the yuta-yuta fruit, the possibility was always at the back of his mind, but he had always brushed it off, thinking that Corazon was either following Doflamingo or Sengoku.

“...how long have you seen him?”

“Since I ate yuta-yuta”

“Since you ate the....”

Law's face goes pale with shock. He has a look of disbelief on his face

“...did he talk to you?”

“Mmhm, he said dad was the cutest when small, said you still have a gloomy expression now.”

Law's expression softens, and he sits down next to his child, trying to process everything that has occurred. He puts a hand on their head, ruffling their hair

“...what else did he say?”

“He said he’s glad you’re safe, what does that mean dad?”

Law shakes his head, trying to keep his emotions under control. He did not expect to encounter such profound news today. Law turns his attention back to his child and gives them a tight smile.

“...he means that he is happy we are safe. Did he say anything else?”

Law strokes their hair with his thumb

“He said that he is proud of you

Law's cheeks blush as tears stream down his face.

“Ah! Dad, why are you crying? Corazon, do something! You made Dad cry, meanie!”

Law covers his face with his sleeve; he struggles to regain his composure. Eventually, his heart starts to slow, and the tears stop

“Don’t worry about it; I’m just happy, Reader-ya.”

“Ah, Corazon fell again”

“Seriusly?!” He groans

So I did made this gender neutral but in Japan a Yuta is a female spirit medium and I couldn’t find a word for medium that would fall within that 4 or 3 alliteration format that the fruits have other than with yuta, and even that was stretching it but yeah, just wanted to let you guys know 😂.

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bas-writes · 1 year

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Birthday Night

Character: Law Reader: gender neutral Word Count: 1000 CW: fluff, established relationship, birthday fic A/N: repost of old fic (again, broken post...); explains the weird timing for bday fic 😅

He dozed off.

Law didn’t know how long he was asleep before he knocked down the bottle with ink. The bang of crushed glass brought him back to life, but before he lifted his head some of the ink already spilled all over his notes and stained his sleeve. Muttering curses, he rushed to save his work. Days, if not weeks, of research were drowning right in front of him in dark liquid, words patiently scribbled on paper blurred and melted into unreadable smudges. At least, the most important, almost ready list of targets survived with only its corner dirty—but all the bounty posters, the haul his crew had been patiently collecting for months, could be only trashed. Furious, he threw the wet pile on the other side of the desk. Obviously, he made even more mess; a calendar fell this time and Law barely stopped the domino effect when it leaned against books. He sighed. He was too tired for this. He had no proper sleep since they had docked on this island.

Without any unnecessary moves, he carefully cleaned the ink, grouped the notes on those he had to throw away and those he could still save, threw hoodie on laundry pile (without Bepo’s intervention it probably had already developed its own unique civilization) and, finally, started to put everything back on its place. Few smudges of ink on the calendar grasped his attention, his eyes skimmed along dates and fine notes on the margin to stop in the place someone’s beloved hand marked with multiple hearts.

Oh. So it was that day.

Law somehow never got attached to the idea of celebrating birthdays. Even back then, in the times he refused to remember, it had never been a big deal. At some point though the crew had gotten into the habit of dropping small parties for the birthday person and as he was never for, he also wasn’t against it. If they had time (and booze) they were getting some drinks and shared their victim’s favorite snacks. Last year as a present he had gotten an onigiri birthday cake—and well, at a mere thought of it, Law’s stomach loudly protested. When was the last time he ate? He wasn’t sure. He forbade everyone interrupting his work, so the crew probably ignored the celebration this time or treated themselves in the absence of the captain.

He tried to get up and his legs almost gave up under his weight; a painful cramp ran through his left calf. Yes, definitely too less food and too much caffeine.

“Physician, heal yourself,” he grizzled and limped towards the kitchen. In fear of late-night thieves (Law wasn’t without guilt here), the cook was hiding food, but there was always a hope for some leftovers. Law was so hungry he would consider even a piece of old and parched bread. Anything to fill the stomach that was screaming for mercy.

Much to his surprise, something was left on the main counter. Law, a bit suspicious, turned the light on and almost gasped. Was he dreaming? A big onigiri, neatly wrapped in a yellow ribbon, with nori barely holding together the huge amount of rice and—as he confirmed after closer inspection—tuna with mayo. When he took it, something slid off the counter. At first, he wanted to ignore it, too busy stuffing his mouth with delicious and much needed snack, but something in his head told him to pick it up and look closely. Law immediately recognized your handwriting: ‘Happy Birthday. I hope you’re not overworking yourself again.’ and few hearts, imitating his tattoos. Nothing more, nothing else.

“I hope you’re not overworking yourself,” he read, aloud this time, and chuckled. Was there even one task he had ever done without overworking himself? Another cramp got his leg, so hard he almost choked on his birthday onigiri. Well, so much of your hope. But maybe indeed he could rest a bit? As a birthday treat. And a word of thanks for you.

Instead of getting back to his study, Law headed towards your shared bedroom. Since the Polar Tang was docked, there was some natural moonlight pouring through the windows and he could see your silhouette curled on the bed. He quickly—though not without painful complications—got out of shoes and jeans, and joined you, careful to not wake you up. Yet, as soon as his ice cold hands touched your skin, as his goatee grazed your neck when he hugged you from behind and wrapped his limbs around you, you let out a surprised, dizzy with sleep, gasp and turned to face him.

“Shhh, it’s alright.” Law kissed your cheek. “It’s only me.”

“What time is it?” You mumbled, barely awake. You made yourself cozy in his embrace, trying to blend in with the position he chose.

“To hell with time.” He caught your lips and sealed the kiss. There was still some lingering taste of toothpaste on you, Law savored it as if he were drinking the finest wine on this side of the Grandline. When parting for a breath, he playfully pulled your lower lip and sucked on it. You mewled and squirmed in his arms. “I missed you so much, you know, Y/N?”

“Mhhh?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He nuzzled up your nape, trying to not tickle you too much with the scruff. “Thank you.”

His fingers toyed with your hair as he was slowly putting you back to sleep, your breath calming, your muscles relaxing with every skilled move of his hands against your skin. Soon, his body gave up to exhaustion, his tense mind calmed down at the scent and warmth of your body. Last thing he saw before his eyes closed for the well-deserved sleep was a smudge of ink he left on your shoulder.

“Maybe I should have taken shower,” he murmured.

You were in his arms and in his dreams. And Law knew it was the best he could ask for.

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zoros-bandana · 2 years

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hello!! ₍₍ ◝(　ﾟ∀ ﾟ )◟ ⁾⁾

How are you writer-sama?? (or do you prefer chan?)

I have a request for u! (ﾉ0)ﾉ💌

How do you think this introverts: Zoro, Law and Ace (kinda introv?) Would act with their s/o once they're "comfortable enough" with them? cuz I feel like their s/o would have some kind of "privileges" (?) and a somehow "different treatment"?? if you know what I mean (◕દ◕)

bc i think that at a certain point of the relationship they will already know and have already seen all of their different sides and aspects and so they accept them wholely (is that a word?) 😔 so they naturally feel more at ease and kind of lower more their defensive side with them.. 🥺

I hope it's clear 😭 and of course if you want to do it love! It can be a headcanon maybe?and preferably a fem!reader?

Sending love~💚

BYE BYE !! ⋋✿ ⁰ 0 ⁰ ✿⋌

Hello my darling-sama!!! I have been okay; I hope you are doing well and are staying safe. Sending my love to you

I love this request sm I fricken love my boys <3

Introvert Relationship Headcanons

(Ft. Zoro, Law, and Ace)

(SFW)

Zoro

When he is first dating his S/o he is very blushy and nervous to be around them especially when it’s official and everyone knows about them. Isn’t quite used to showing or receiving affection so is a bit of a mess

Takes a while to be open with his S/o and not be so on guard all the time

After becoming more comfortable with the idea that his s/o is actually his own, he will warm up and actually open up to them

Pre time skip he is happy to openly show small moments of affection such as letting his S/o have their hand on him while guiding him around or leaning in close and chatting to them with a big goofy smile on his face

After the time skip he is much more stoic and serious than he used to be but when he is alone with his S/o he reverts back to his old goofy and funny self

When he is alone with them it feels like a massive weight is off his shoulders and is able to relax

He is very smiley and laughs/jokes with them - lets a really loud and body shaking laugh out like he used to

Secretly thrives on a mutual connection and communication - opens up a lot with his partner and wishes them to always discuss how they’re feeling so he can improve himself (his version of training his relationship)

Isn’t too affectionate but does like when his partner lies on his shoulder/lap or cuddles up to him

His love language is quality time

Drags his S/o everywhere with him like a little ragdoll that he can toss over his shoulder if they’re resisting

Will always make sure his partner is fast asleep before he is able to relax and sleep himself - this is the only time he is affectionate and allows his partner to sleep in his arms and snuggle into him

Is a lot more vulnerable and isn’t afraid to be “soft” (much like the simpy chef)

Always looking for his S/o and notices when something is wrong or they’re missing - which is huge for this airhead

In saying this, he will listen to them with direction and always knows where he is going if it includes his s/o (if he is with them or needs to get to them)

His S/o is the only person who he trusts to hold or handle his swords when he needs help or assistance in cleaning

His S/o is the only person who can make him smile easy. He just melts away the stubbornness around his S/o which baffles the rest of the crew as they’ve never seen him so happy before

Will give up training or napping to make his s/o happy - will stop everything to give them all his attention

Will only bathe if his s/o tells him to due to his bad stench (protests only if they join him)

His S/o will have to say “I love you” first unless Zoro is very drunk or very sleepy

Law

Won’t initiate the idea of dating unless either drunk or in a very cocky mood

Once in the dating period though he will be more willing to be more involved in conversing that would otherwise be very unlike him with someone he didn’t know well

Looks like he isn’t listening to them but is always taking in what they say and remembers every little detail

Much like Zoro he will take a while to warm up to the idea of being a couple

Once he is comfortable with it though he opens up to more of the affectionate side firstly

Since he is always studying he enjoys having his S/o draped in his lap mindlessly chatting or napping

Will always have one hand on his book and another on his partner either stroking their hair or showing some form of physical affection

Even when comfortable he isn’t as talkative as Zoro or Ace are; is more of the silent type no matter who he is with

Although when he does talk with his S/o he is less resentful of over sharing or coming across as weak as talking to anyone else

His love language is quality time and acts of service

Since he is always busy sometimes he forgets to look after himself so the idea of his S/o bringing him onigiri or a blanket during the night melts him deep down

Will always return the favour - give his s/o his jacket when they’re cold, shares food with them, prioritises their health even if it is something minor

Is more smiley with his S/o but only does this privately behind closed doors - doesn’t want any else to see him “vulnerable”

Smiles at them when they laugh or talk about something they like or make some comment or joke

When his s/o is asleep he is very much into giving them a lot of affection - lots of nose and forehead kisses/back rubs/hair petting

Is a lot more cocky and makes smart ass comments around them to fluster or annoy them (a lot of dirty comments or jokes whispered to them in public)

Is probably into saying mean things jokingly (like “you’re such a pain”) but if anyone else said it about his S/o he won’t hesitate to cut into them (literally)

Acts tough but if his S/o asks him of anything it doesn’t take a lot of persuasion for him to say yes

Will be a lot more hesitant to say “I love you” so his S/o will probably be the first to say it - he will only really reciprocate with blushing or mumbling it back or if they’re asleep

Builds his relationship on trust with his S/o and will never hover over them

Always encouraged them to speak up about their issues so he can guide them both to fix them

Ace

He acts so cocky around everyone else and maybe even still when he’s out with his S/o but once they’re alone he is all mush around them

He won’t need as much time as Zoro or Law to be open with his S/o as even before they’re a thing he will chat away to them almost as if he’s known them his whole life

Lots and lots of pet names that will range from very sweet and cheesy, inside jokes to even the most bizarre words he can string together

“Babe”/“baby”/“my love”/“princess”/“bubba”/“angel”/“my little soggy cereal“/“my lump of wet dirt”

Cannot physically keep his hands to himself - will always have his hands somewhere on his S/o’s body - hand around their shoulder/cuddling them close/hands under their shirt/having them sit in his lap/playing with their hair/holding their hand

Is very soft and “sub” a lot of the time with his words and actions - will literally do anything to please his partner and treat them with every inch of love in his body

Always ALWAYS affectionate both in pubic and private

His love langue is physical touch, quality time and giving gifts

His S/o will always be gifted with sweet items like flowers or little objects that remind him of them

Is the biggest weakling for kisses - every time they kiss this poor boy his legs will literally give out under him

Hates to sleep alone and can only sleep with his partner curled up with him - either big or little spoon he doesn’t mind as long as they’re there

Can and will chat about everything for hours if left to his own accord. And not just little small talk I mean like deep meaningful chats about his life and things he is passionate about and believes in

Will also open up a lot about the grey terminals and his past - even the touchy side with Roger

Is the first person to say “I love you” in a relationship - will just sort of look over at his partner and admire whatever they’re doing no matter what it is and just smile to himself and say it casually

From the beginning he will be open with “gross” behaviour as he would only be with someone he truely trusts not to judge - e. g., he doesn’t care if he burps/farts or anything in front of his S/o

Is very defensive of his S/o and will always standup for them even when they’re not around - the crew knows not to mess with them as Ace can get quiet snappy and aggressive when provoked

A relationship with him is always fun but he can turn serious when it comes to respect and trust - expects his S/o to hold him to the same level as he holds his S/o

Feels very betrayed by people in his past so he will give his all with a relationship and expect it to last and reciprocate his overwhelming feelings

Always try to act happy and cocky in public but is relieved to settle down with his S/o when he is sad and just rest with them - his own safe space

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willowbelle · 2 months

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"Please, Harder!" Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, fem afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

a few drabbles for how the monster trio + ace & law respond to you asking them to fuck you harder! (>ᴗ•) !

cw: fem afab!reader, piv sex, spanking, praise, choking, rough sex, positions (in order): mating press, doggy style, cowgirl, wall sex, prone bone.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

"Please, Harder!" Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

Luffy:

Luffy seldom falters in his incessant pace; he revels in his ability to fuck you like an animal in heat; harder and faster than anything you’ve ever experienced. He's captivated by the sounds emanating from your throat, and the knowledge that he's the one eliciting such responses makes it even more enticing. He diligently strives to uncover a wide array of your vocalizations, collecting them, almost.

On this occasion in particular, he’s got you on your back, legs dangling over his toned shoulders as he holds you down by your waist, pounding his length into your needy cunt while you scream and whine for him.

A new noise erupts from your heaving chest, one that Luffy’s never heard before; a plea,

“Please, Luffy, harder!”

The foreign sentence prompts his ears to perk up, momentarily causing his pace to falter. He looks down at you, his eyes widening as he carefully studies your face to confirm he heard you correctly.

Suddenly, a smile tugs at his lips, and he bursts into hearty laughter,

“You want me to fuck you harder?” he giggles, but his tone is tinted with a bit of playful arrogance, “Sure! If you think you can handle it!”

Seeing your desperation as a challenge, the captain accepts eagerly, aiming to prove himself. He grounds his knees harder into the mattress and pulls his hips back before thrusting in abruptly, making you cry out as the tip of his cock batters your sweet spot.

"That's a new one!" he chuckles, the unfamiliar sound igniting a flame within him that courses through his veins and singes his blood, filling him with an exhilaration beyond compare.

Determined to hear the special noise again, he commences with his unruly pace, making your screams rise in pitch.

The grip he has on your waist tightens as he continues pounding you, the sounds of your sloppy cunt accepting his cock over and over again causing elation to flood his skull,

“This hard enough for ya, baby?"

Zoro:

Zoro is a relentless force, driven by an insatiable desire to prove himself; strength and sexual abilities alike.

He refuses to settle for anything less than excellence, especially in the bedroom. He’s in constant pursuit of validation, hellbent on getting you to scream his name only seconds in.

Zoro’s got you on your hands and knees, treating your insides with brutal thrusts as he kneels behind you; thick, strong fingers bruising the plush flesh of your hips as he grasps them tightly.

His grip is like a vise, unyielding and firm, your screams falling on deaf ears as he rails you mercilessly. He always aims to assert his dominance, his presence, and when your needy request makes its way to him, to say he’s surprised is an understatement.

“Please, Zoro, harder!”

He’s still holding you, with unwavering resolve, but his harsh pace as slowed, just barely, so he can hear you over the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together.

“Say that again.”

And you do, making the large man behind you let out an amused tsk.

He promptly obliges, but not because you’re in charge; oh no, he’s fueled by a fierce resolve to make you rue the moment you questioned his abilities.

The swordsman’s grip tightens on your hips as he immediately begins thrusting harder, so intensely it makes stars erupt beneath your eyelids.

He’s groaning behind you, planting harsh smacks to your ass as he proceeds, obsessed with the way your cunt sucks in his cock so greedily.

Your mouth hangs slack and screams escape from it as he pounds you.

You’re a weak, trembling mess, causing the green-haired man to smirk as he leans down to rasp in your ear,

“Careful what you ask for.”

Sanji:

Sanji would move mountains for you, sacrifice everything to grant you joy. He’s entrapped by you and your presence; and it transforms him into a devoted disciple, eager to fulfill your every waking need. He hangs onto every word you say, treasuring each syllable as though you’re a deity among mortals.

He’s always been a gentle lover; petrified of hurting you, of damaging that precious body of yours that he worships so obsessively.

His adoration transcends mere admiration; he’s a devotee, obsessed with pleasing you with his gifted hands and gentle, strategic hips.

You’re on top tonight, grinding up and down on his length. You’re desperate for more, though, greedily moving your hips in a tight circle as you move up and down.

He’s quick to notice; promptly reaching up to hold your waist and aid you in your efforts, lifting his hips to thrust up into you slowly, carefully.

You whine at the pleasant sensation; it's welcomed, but it’s not enough.

“Please, Sanji, harder!”

Although he’s a bit taken aback by your sudden request, he doesn’t stop to think, he just obeys. Sanji presses his heels into the mattress to use his strong, lean legs to aid him in pounding into you from below, groaning as he looks up at you longingly.

“As you wish, beautiful.”

You’re panting, crying out for him as he fucks you harder than ever before; the pace is uncharacteristic but seemingly natural for the gentle cook.

The sight of your face contorted in pleasure makes the coil tighten in his lower stomach, his thrusts are becoming sloppy but remain brutal as he desperately leads you towards your orgasm,

“Sure you can take it, my love?”

Ace:

Ace is an enigma; a determined, goal-oriented man, but a kind, compassionate one, nonetheless.

He regularly tightropes the fine line between rearranging your guts and making sweet, gentle love to you.

His ambition is unwavering, but his heart remains soft and tender as he strives you make you shake and whine beneath him. He wants to stuff your brain full of nothing but lustful visions of the two of you; the juxtaposition of him fucking you roughly while he caresses and kisses your cheek.

He’ll usually start gently, kindly; moving his hips carefully, softly moving his lengthy cock in and out of you.

However, any little whine, squirm, or plea from you can flip the switch inside Ace; ignite the flame within him that singes his skin and plunges him into the unruly parts of himself. In an instant, he’ll be pounding you relentlessly, pace remaining brutal and firm as he makes you scream and pick your brain to find the moment he shifted.

Tonight is no different as Ace has you pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he holds you up, gently thrusting in and out of your tight cunt.

You’re digging your nails down his freckled back, prying at his skin, praying that your touches alone are enough to signal that you’re desperate for more.

He persists like he has been, however, softly and gently, placing sweet kisses to your neck and chest.

You’re a whining mess, desire pricking at your goosebump-riddled skin as you nip at his collarbone, silently begging him to fuck you harder.

He’s stubborn, clearly, his pace remaining steady as he groans into your ear.

A plea tickles at your throat but you don’t attempt to stop it, instead, you allow the cry to bubble over and meet Ace’s ear,

“Please, Ace, harder!”

And there it was, the switch flipping; the very moment when kind, gentle Ace retreats, and rough, wild Ace emerges.

His grip on your hips tightens and he presses you into the wall harder, reaching up to firmly grasp your throat,

“Oh, yeah?” he growls, bringing his hips back to pound into you harshly, earning a weak cry from your slack jaw.

His pace is immediately overwhelming; you can feel his thick cock in your stomach as he stuffs you full, his blunt tip bullying your cervix with each pass, making you cry out rhythmically.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, pretty girl.”

Law:

Law navigates the world with a keen eye and a steady hand; and these traits always remain true, even in the bedroom.

He’s a meticulous, observant man; and although he may seem dull, he never misses a beat.

He opts for studying your body; your noises, your movements, in order to please you in the ways you need, not just the ways you want.

Every action is calculated, every decision weighed with thoughtful consideration. He moves with purpose, deliberate and measured, leaving nothing to chance.

Nothing goes unnoticed, or falls under the radar when you’re with Law; he may be tedious with his touches, but damn, it’s worth it, because he does it all perfectly.

Beneath his analytical exterior lies an insatiable curiosity; a deep, obsessive desire to understand every facet of your being, from the intricacies of your mind to the contours of your exquisite body.

He wants nothing more than to please you beyond comprehension.

You’re laying on your stomach, a pillow beneath your pelvis to raise you a bit. Law is hovering above you as he thrusts steadily into your cunt, leaning down to groan in your ear and kiss along your nape.

His pace is fixed but firm, and the position you’re in aids him in hitting your sweet-spot dead-on with each thrust.

You’re whimpering needily, coming undone beneath the doctor as he stays true to his consistent pace.

He’s precise and careful; making sure to hit your g-spot with each pass, but he can tell you’re desperate for something; aching for more.

He can tell what you’re about to say before you can even get the courage to let it out,

“Please, Law, harder!”

A smug grin tugs at his lips, amused by your desperation for his cock, but he listens, immediately beginning to thrust harder into you.

His pelvis meets your ass with a loud smack with each harsh thrust; the noises are lewd and your weak screams only add to it, but his pace never falters as he obeys your plea.

He’s determined to instill in you the fact that polite requests will always be granted, but he can’t help but tease you a bit,

“You’re insatiable.”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

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cozage · 8 months

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congrats on 2k!! for the event, I was wondering for option one, with Sanji, zoro Luffy and laws reaction to their s/o covering their face with kisses, leaving lipstick marks?

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law Total word count: 730

Lipstick Stains

Sanji

Oh you already know this man is inches within his life. Nothing gets him so weak in the knees like physical touch and affection.

He relishes in your kisses during the moment, letting you go on as long as you want. You can never give him too many kisses, really.

After the fact, any time he passes by a mirror, he stops to admire your love and your handiwork. He just stares at all the marks you left on him for a few minutes, his hands lightly passing over each one.

Some of the crewmates (Zoro and Usopp) make fun of him, but he just smirks and says “What, boys? Jealous?”

He struggles to wash it off. He’s a very clean person, but he hates to wash his face after you’ve marked it all up. You can very often find light traces of your lipstick still across his face the next day because he scrubbed so gently while bathing.

Zoro

Whenever you cover his face with kisses, Zoro…tolerates it. He doesn’t love it, but he doesn’t hate it either.

Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t look at himself in the mirror much, so he doesn’t notice the red-stained marks you had left all over his face in the process.

A few things tipped him off when he went down to dinner, though. Sanji is stifling a laugh at him, which isn’t uncommon. But Robin is also giving him a cheeky grin. Usopp and Luffy are both looking anywhere but at him, trying not to burst into laughter.

And you…your cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment. He rushes to the bathroom and looks at himself in horror. It took him a minute to realize exactly what was all over his face, and he let out a small string of curses as he grabbed a towel and desperately scrubbed at them.

He comes back to dinner, his face beet red (from embarrassment and excessive scrubbing), and sits down next to you, pretending like nothing happened.

After that, he always ALWAYS checks himself in the mirror after you come visit him.

Luffy

Luffy loves to battle with you on who can give the other person more kisses. Everything is always a game with him.

He wears your kisses around without even knowing it for a while, until Nami says something about it.

At her words, he rushes to the mirror and looks, admiring his face and all the proof of your love. He’s kind of jealous that you can mark your kisses so easily.

That’s when he gets an idea. The next time you two have a kissing war, he offers to put on lipstick as well, that way you can tell for sure who won.

And that way, you get to see proof of his love too.

The two of you parade around the ship with your faces covered in shades of red and pink, showing off your new designs and laughing the entire time.

Law

Law is not a man who enjoys physical touch. But if you’re alone…he’ll allow it. Sometimes, he might even enjoy it.

Especially if he’s in his study and you come in and curl up in his lap, softly kissing his face to try and get him to come to bed. You can be very persuasive.

“Go on to bed,” he finally says, shutting his book. “I’m going to get some water and I’ll be in a minute.”

He doesn’t pass by a mirror, or else he would’ve noticed the new addition. Instead, Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo see it as he grabs water from the kitchen.

“Love the new look, Captain!” Shachi teases, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. “You should keep it like that!”

Law reaches up to inspect his cheeks, but he can’t feel anything. He looks at Bepo, confused.

“It’s kind of…everywhere,” Bepo says, trying his best not to crack a smile.

Law quickly rushes to a mirror and finds his face covered in lip marks. He races out of the room without another word and back to you.

“Y/N,” he says, trying not to get angry. “Next time, please inform me when you’ve…redecorated.”

You giggle and pull him into bed, adding another kiss mark to his forehead. Scrubbing it all off can be a problem for tomorrow.

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louebel · 8 months

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[ " 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆! " ] — 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): luffy, robin, law, sanji, kidd × gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: not proofread 'n quick, lots of fluff! they are all babies. (i KNOW kidd's crew raid fashion stores and complain about them if they're lackin. if. if there's a fic like that pls share in the comments. i BEG you.) also some swearing with kidd!! dripping divider by @ benkeibear like always,, i live for these dividers damn.

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

"you too!!"

you swear his smile widens so much his face is stuck that way.

he is adorable. he smiles every day but hearing you say that? it's exactly what he wants!! he wants people to look at him smiling AND wants them smiling in the process (continuous cycle,,)

it's so easy to notice just how much he loves you saying that. round cheeks tinted pink, eyes shut, and set of teeth shared to the world. he is always so animated with everything he does, and this is no exception.

this little rubber man is immediately engulfing you in his arms!! you are not allowed to leave until he says so.

"i'm gonna make you smile too! forever! that way, we'll both look cute when we smile! shishishi!"

scratch protecting him at all costs. he's gonna protect you at all costs.

if you tell him again, grab his cheeks and shake him as if he were a pupper. if he had a tail it'd be wagging 'till he flies. will probably make all types of noises while you do it.

pat the boi.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

her smile might be tender but she's giggling internally,, she's flattered!!

"is that so? i'm glad to hear that."

robin gained confidence growing up and she knew she was a gorgeous woman — but hearing it from your lips is still a surprise. sure, she gets compliments on the daily, especially by sanji, but... yours felt much more intimate. she's not blushing because she's flustered or anything, it's just because she loves you. and that comforting warmth in her chest propagated to her neck and face.

it's small moments such as this that remind her of saul's words. each day on the sunny is a reminder, but the little things reinforce those feelings. it was such a wonderful sentiment.

you had no idea what she was thinking about, but the way the corners of her lips eased, your heart jumped too.

she really did look cute while smiling.

"you look pretty, too. smile more often, dear."

she's so lucky to have you. and you're so lucky to have her.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖

dies

you think he looks... cute?

his eyes widen and he just. stops functioning for a moment. his heart feels lighter and funnier than normal, and his smile returns, a bit more timid than before.

"... really?"

"of course!"

he doesn't even believe it— he did notice from time to time how you suddenly just,, softened when he did it but he didn't think you'd like it that much. he doesn't smile a lot, sure there are definitely various moments where he feels at peace with the crew, but they come easier with you

when he showed you his coin collection, when you both took a stroll or when you simply cuddled. law might look scary to those outside — but inside, he is still the small boy whose curiosity shined above all. he is very fond of those he cares about, even if he has trouble expressing his emotions and thoughts to others. the confidence he wore doubled for you and his loyal crewmates, but he deserved rest every once in a while. years of trauma dulled him, however, when he felt something, it was strong; almost as if breaking out of a cage. he kept them deep inside, only to burst and even tremble when he was pampered. he didn't know how to react, and only with time would he grow used to it.

so,, please be patient and take care of him,, he looks after himself with everything else, but he's a lost puppy with love and physical affection. if it doesn't show on his face, his heart definitely speeds up at every small thing you tell him, casual or not.

"thank you."

you see him smile a bit more now. give him any type of compliment, affection, or anything,, and the "cold" surgeon of death will be nothing but putty in your hands.

"and... you too."

he really does love you.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

dies 2.0

"o- oh... my love! you look adorable smiling, too!"

never-ending swarm of compliments. oh and he's hugging you as if his life depends on it.

he's not really used to the sweet words and might think he's undeserving of them. sure, it's a simple smile... but that's exactly why it gets him so much. something so mundane and common yet you see a unique beauty in his and his alone. others can warm your heart too, but he does it in a different way — in a special way.

if you tell him this in the middle of the night and you're both having a calm and peaceful moment he might cry. (if it's daytime and he's feeling a lil sensitive it's tears of joy mixed with laughter,, please hold him)

he's so happy. he'll smile as much as you want him too. if that gets you to do so too, it's a win-win for everyone!

it's usually clear when he feels affectionate,, he is most of the time. but now it DOUBLES. that comment made his day.

he's so giddy and adorable.

"you light my world up, mon rayon de soleil. if i can do so too with a simple smile... then i shall every day."

𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐊��𝐃𝐃

mf's smile never dropped so fast.

"the fuck do you mean CUTE??"

was about to throw a fit but then he just. stares at you. so genuine...

"why you lookin' at me like that?? stop. 'm not fuckin' cute."

staaaare...

"... zero point one percent cute. happy? now stop looking like a goddamn puppy."

but you end up smiling even more. and no matter what he thought, his heart still beat a little faster. you looked pretty cute, too.

yes. he's a bit mean sometimes but you know he means well. he's your little man. like, he made you a tiny metal butterfly once so that even if he was busy with designing and crafting you had something to remind you of him. (he sputtered profanities and became as red as his hair before storming off walking in a wall but he still peeked from a corner to see if you liked it. when he saw your pleased expression, he smirked like the lil shit he is.)

plus... deep inside, he appreciated it. you and killer always managed to calm him down.

he truly is grateful.

"urgh. c'mere. let's go get killer 'n the others to raid a store."

...

bonus after the raid: he does your makeup and uses a great lipstick he stole found to really make you pop with the looted new clothes he got for you. hyped you up and grinned like an idiot. he's doing your nails next. killer gave you a thumbs up before finding more products himself,, raiding stores sure is fun!

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bumbleboa · 2 months

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@calysto1395 dropped a Howl's Moving Castle AU in our chat and I could not stop thinking about it, so here are some Howl!Law sketches

#one piece #trafalgar law #turned some of his tattoos into feathers #and I know the bird theme is more movie howl than book howl but it works really well in this scenario #was this just an excuse to draw Law in this particular shirt? you'll never know #hmc au #my art

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eelnoise · 2 months

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random sex headcanons! (nsfw)

had some thoughts during my workout today, so i figured i'd write them out as a break from the endless wips in my docs. :) zoro, sanji, usopp(!), and law x afab reader tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @throwmethroughawindow (hello soppers)

Zoro

Prefers a position where he can see your face.

He wants to watch you squirm under his touch, wants to see your expression twisting with ecstasy each time his cock slides against your walls.

Big on touch. His hands will glide along your body, squeezing at any flesh he can get his fingers around, but has a slight preference for grabbing your thighs - not only because he's a thigh guy, but because they're your thighs. Also helps him manhandle you into deeper positions.

Has two modes - rough and nasty, or gentle and loving. The first is more of a stress-reliever, or for a quickie in the training room before a meal, but its raw and real and even between his forceful strokes he's praising you, telling you how good you are, how good you feel, that you take him so well, or that you're made for his cock and his alone.

But if he's in his feels about you, he prefers it slow and steady. Missionary, lotus, cowgirl, whatever it is, Zoro finds great joy in watching you enjoy yourself. He'll hold your cheek in his palm and if you nuzzle into his touch you may be rewarded with a long, passionate series of kisses and words of love between each one. He tells you that you make him happy, that you're perfect and beautiful, how he's so lucky that you put up with him, and how much he loves you.

Sanji

Also a big face watcher, just the sight of you moaning and mewling for him is enough to make the coil of delirium unravel.

Takes a while for him to stop finishing so quickly (he loves you!), but he gets that iron will eventually - and will use it to make you into a panting, tired, sweaty mess.

Super switchy. Sanji will always lovingly top you, but loves being the bottom. Ride him, peg him, and gently tease him all you want - just treat him like the sweet prince that he is and be affectionate. Show him that you love him, take it into your own hands and watch him melt into you.

Really likes seeing you dressed up, just to dress you down later. Kisses your neck and coos in your ear about how lovely you look while he unzips your dress before sliding it down your shoulders and into a heap of fabric on the floor. Undresses you with a fire in his veins, taking his time to caress every inch of flesh available to him, kissing down your body while taking off each piece of remaining clothing that lies his way.

A pussy eating king. Sanji knows taste, and will bury his nose as deep into you as he can, licking and slurping up your juices like it's his last meal. He kisses it often, usually murmuring something in his native tongue against your folds and making you shiver from the timbre of his voice.

Usopp

The sweet boy is so shy. Takes him a few tries before he can even look you in the eye (he’ll cum too quick :( !) during. So at first he takes you mostly from behind.

His hands love digging into the plush of your ass, though. Gets really hypnotized by the way it bounces back onto his cock and tends to lose himself in the moment and - wanting to see it move faster - absent-mindedly picks up the pace to slam into you with harder and harder strokes.

Once he opens up a bit, you find that he's really fun in bed. He makes love to you like you're the last thing he'll ever touch, but will switch it up on the fly and rail you until tears of overstimulation peck at your tear ducts. Folds you around as he wishes, trying every angle, every position that he can wiggle the both of you into - and every time you're happy to let him experiment.

Call him Captain Usopp mid-sex and its over for you. Something emerges from him that makes him go feral. Grabs your hair or your arms and fucks you faster and harder than he can realize himself. Very dominant this way too - demands you say it again, or to keep calling him by the name. Assaults your neck and back with kisses and bites, hungrier than ever to mark you up as Captain Usopp's girl.

Always makes sure to show his feelings for you through touch and praise, but always says ��I love you!” right as he cums.

Law

Usually has no preference on positions. Law will fuck you in any way you want. Though is apt to end up telling you how he wants to take you regardless, urging you onto your hands and knees, pressing you against a wall, or bending you over his desk.

Great with his fingers. Coaxes several orgasms from you before even considering putting his cock in you. Long, lithe digits scissor in and out of your entrance, spurring you magnificently over the edge over and over again. Loves to shove his fingers into your mouth afterward, and can barely keep his focus when you clean your slick from them.

Absolutely gets pussy drunk. His cock twitches wildly in response to your walls clenching around him, making his head spin with want and desire. Leans back to watch himself disappear deep inside of you again and again, mesmerized by the way your pussy grips him and how wet and warm and tight you are.

Plays into your sensitivities. If you have sensitive nipples or breasts, his mouth is on them, sucking and licking and nibbling in ways that have you crying out for more. Sensitive clit? Law is rubbing it in slow, agonizingly sweet circles as he thrusts into you, bringing you just to the edge of reality but not over it just yet.

Very weak for affection, especially during intimacy. Hold his hand and hear him whine before grabbing you tighter and fucking you harder, but kiss him and watch his brain fray into blissful petals of pure devotion. Has been known to stop all together to just lock his lips to yours for a while.

#one piece x reader #x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #trafalgar law x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #usopp x reader #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x reader smut #sanji x you #one piece x reader smut #usopp x you #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #op drabbles #op scenario

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grandline-fics · 2 months

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Terms of Endearment

DESCRIPTION: You call them by a term of endearment without realising

WARNINGS: none that come to mind.

CHARACTERS: Law, Kid, Shanks, Marco, Zoro

WORDS: 2,943

A/N: I decided to use Zoro as the final character. Since he and Ace tied in the poll, I might make a second one of these and use Ace and any others people may want.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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LAW

He knew it was irrational to be jealous of an inanimate object. Law knew that it’d be childish to use his Devil Fruit to take it out of your hands and claim your attention for himself. While he had enough restraint to not do that, the temptation to do so was still there. His eyes zeroed in on the book in your hand. He glowered and wondered if it was really that good, did it really deserve such intense, rapt attention that you were giving it. Your eyes were alight as you took in the words, your fingers already tucked behind the next page and ready to turn it as quickly as possible. Law watched you carefully, almost praying for your expression to turn to one of sudden boredom but it didn’t come.

He supposed he was to blame this time, a lot of this was new to him. While your relationship had only turned to a romantic one recently, you’d both been close for a lot longer. Long enough for you both to be able to spend time together while doing entirely separate things. You only pulled your book out because he had medical charts to look over and update. Law made a mental note to try a bit harder from now on to make the time you had together one of quality.

Finally he sat back in his seat and rubbed his eyes, letting them relax from pouring over the extensive pages now neatly piled on his desk. Slowly he stood and walked to the sofa you were perched on, unmoving and seemingly unaware he was approaching. Law tried to bite back his jealousy once more, wondering how annoyed you’d be if he ‘accidentally’ sent that blasted book out into the depths of the ocean.

When he sat down in the space beside you, he smiled softly when you leant back so you were against his side. One of your hands dropped to rest on his arm that was around your waist, your fingers lightly making soothing patterns against his tattooed skin. Law supposed this did count as quality time since it meant he could relax with you in a way he couldn’t with anyone else. He allowed himself the time to settle further against the cushion and press his lips against the back of your head. “Don’t forget you and Bepo are on duty tonight.” He reminded you, still having to act as your Captain when necessary.

“Yes, love.” Your answer was light and casual that he didn’t realise what you’d said at first. Then it echoed in his head ‘love.’ His eyes widened and he peered at the back of your head. There was no way he misheard that. You’d called him love, not Law, not Captain. Love. There was no mistaking the way his heart skipped a beat in reaction. It sounded so right, so effortless the way you said it and he found himself wanting to hear it again. It was also clear that from your lack of reaction, you hadn’t realised what you’d called him because you were partially distracted. Law smirked and for a moment reconsidered his earlier distaste. Perhaps your book wasn’t so bad after all.

KID

Kid didn’t want to admit it but he was powerless against you. He was stubborn and hotheaded and did what he wanted even if someone had sound logic to convince him whatever he had planned wasn’t wise. If anything if someone did attempt that nonsense with him, he’d be even more extreme with his conviction to do as he wanted and would even think of a way to make his actions even more outlandish and dangerous. Even Killer had a hard time keeping the captain in a somewhat mature state of mind. You however were a different story. Anything you wanted, it was yours all you had to do was ask.

Kid just never knew how to let you know that was the dynamic between you both. He was never afraid to speak his mind, if anything he yelled it to ensure everyone knew his thoughts. Yet he seemed to bite his tongue from confessing how he truly felt with you. He’d much rather have you beside him every day and enjoy the playful teasing and jokes than make things real and risk you not seeing him that way. Killer had told him one night to just confess already and trust that you felt the same. Kid had rolled his eyes and promptly kept his feelings buried in his chest. It was better, they were safer there than spoken out loud and unable to take them back.

He walked into the kitchen one evening to see you and Killer preparing the crew’s dinner. You looked over at the sound of his naturally heavy steps coming closer and smiled in greeting to see him stop in the doorway. “Here to help, Captain?” You asked, already knowing the answer before it came. Your smile grew when Kid let out a loud laugh and made a show of folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the doorframe.

“Not unless you want me to poison the crew.” He smirked.

“You’d nurse us back to health if you did infect us though, right?” You joked before looking back to the food you were meant to keep an eye on instead of getting distracted by your handsome Captain. You had to keep reminding yourself to behave and actually respect the chain of command. To let yourself imagine he may genuinely feel the same as you did would only lead to heartbreak in the long run but still you flirted and teased him whenever you could. You supposed you were just a glutton for punishment. You slowed in stirring the food and looked around for the seasonings only to see the small jar on the counter near Kid.

“Could you pass me that?” You asked nodding your head at what you needed. Kid followed your gaze and immediately pushed himself away from his comfortable position to lift the tiny item. He stepped forward and passed the seasoning into your waiting hand, hating and loving how the brief moment of his fingers skimming against yours brought him such a burst of joy. “Thank you, darling.” You smiled, turning back to the stove. While you hadn’t noticed what you’d said Killer did and he stopped cutting the vegetables to look Kid who was frozen in place, his eyes wide and cheeks turning the same bright red as his hair.

Darling? The fuck did you mean darling?! Kid’s mind was short-circuiting as he scrambled to gather his wits together and make sense of it all. Had you called him that subconsciously because was it possible that you felt for him too? God he hoped so because getting to hear you call him something so sweet again would be perfect.

SHANKS

One of the great things about sailing with an Emperor of the sea like Shanks was the fact that there were many islands under his protection. Any time you landed at one for a visit or even for the excuse of resting from a long stretch of sailing, the locals welcomed you all so warmly that it turned into one big celebration. None of you needed to worry about night watches, chores or other duties and could just sit back and enjoy the peace until Shanks decided he wanted to get back on the waters again.

As a crew, you were all used to just passing out and sleeping wherever you were at that time and waking up with aches from the uncomfortable positions you’d all ended up. However the town you were staying in was large enough to provide some rooms for you all in one of their inns. Some of you still needed to double up but the beds were extremely comfortable and who were you all to refuse such generosity? One night when the drinking and partying was only just beginning you slowly rose from your seat with a stifled yawn and forced yourself to finish your drink. Shanks was first to notice your movements. “Going for another round of drinks already?” he asked, coming across casual but he knew you weren’t yourself.

“Nah, I’m turning in early.” You announced, playfully flipping off the crew when they started to boo you for being boring. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blame Beck, alright. I haven’t slept the last two nights. Goodnight.” You gave no further explanation and disappeared up the staircase to claim a room to sleep in. Shanks looked towards his righthand man with a small scowl. He hoped you hadn’t implied what he thought. Beckman could sense his Captain’s silent interrogation and waved away his worries. “Calm down Cap, you know I’d never make a move on them. It’s just been bad luck we’ve had a share a room together and I snore…apparently.” He explained with a shrug and long drink of his ale.

Shanks had accepted the answer, knowing Beck would never lie to him. Yet as innocent as it all was, he couldn’t ignore the way he’d felt sick at the thought of you being with another of the crew. While nothing had exactly happened between you both, it was painfully obvious that there was something there. A playful dance you both engaged in without making an actual step forward into committing and admitting you’d had feelings. Roughly Shanks rubbed his eyes, now wasn’t the time to be thinking on such things, not with alcohol in his system and you not being there to talk to like the adults you were.

The rest of the night had helped to take his mind off things but it was all undone by the time he entered the room he’d been staying in the entire stay and saw you sleeping soundly in his bed. He was the only one in the crew that didn’t have to share his room with anyone else so why were you here? He approached the bed and shook your arm, watching your eyes crack open and he immediately felt guilty. You really did look exhausted. “Why’re you in my bed?” He asked, trying not to laugh as your eyes slipped closed again.

“Furthest room…no snoring. Please honey, lemme sleep.” Your voice was thick with sleep and your breathing was growing deeper again. Shanks might have appeared calm but that was the first time you’d ever called him something like that and as far as he knew you’d never called anyone else on the crew something similar. That all but cemented his decision that things needed to be talked about when you were both awake and rested enough to deal with things. Finally he let out a sigh and climbed into what would be his side of the bed while keeping respectable space between you both. “Fine, only because it’s you.”

MARCO

Your relationship with the ship’s doctor was a fairly new one. You had both known each other long enough to know the general likes and dislikes and the atmosphere on the Moby Dick among the crew was always one of familial harmony so there was never any uncomfortable tension. You were both content to just take things easy and enjoy things as they developed naturally without needed to force things into a certain timeframe. Marco’s personality being so relaxed and carefree was infectious in general and it was no different in your relationship.

Marco stood from his desk and stretched, ready to find you and enjoy the rest of the day with you now that all pressing tasks he’d needed to complete for the day was done. He was just about to leave when Izou entered to talk about organising a banquet for Ace’s birthday. As the two were discussing everything you appeared and smiled at them both before entering the room.

“Babe, did you see my-” Anything else that came out of your mouth was unfortunately drowned out by the increased heart rate in Marco’s ears. Instead he could only watch as you were busy looking for whatever it was that you’d lost. Marco would have considered himself steady and able to handle most situations but hearing you call him babe for the first time had certainly thrown him and you seemed oblivious to the fact that you’d done so. The only person who truly reacted was Izou, his laugh snapping Marco out of his trance and catching your attention too. “Babe, huh? Didn’t realise things were so serious with you two. Maybe we could plan the wedding too.” Izou teased.

“What are you talking about now?” You asked with a small smile. You were used to Izou’s teasing like a brother figure would but sometimes he just didn’t make sense. When Izou saw that you weren’t aware of your subconscious slip-up he grinned wider.

“You called Marco, babe.” He explained. You rolled your eyes and let out an amused laugh. As far as jokes went, it wasn’t the worst one he’d told you but he could do better. Suddenly you became concerned when Izou’s smug grin wasn’t slipping and you had to think. What had you said to Marco when you entered the room? Slowly you pulled your gaze to your boyfriend and he nodded. “Well looks like you two lovebirds need some alone time.” Izou all but sang as he left, no doubt hurrying off to tell Ace and the others about Marco’s new nickname.

“So…” You cleared your throat nervously and gave a small laugh. “Want to forget that happened? I swear I didn’t realise I’d even called you that.” The last thing you wanted was to make Marco think you were forcing him to a point he wasn’t ready for. Thankfully his broad smile was enough to make you relax, his naturally warm aura soothing your brief worries before they had a chance to escalate. Marco stepped closer to you, settling a hand on your waist. “Well even if you stop now, I bet all the others will start. Honestly I’d much rather hear it from your lips. Can I hear you say it again?”

ZORO

Zoro kept a firm hold on your shoulder as you stumbled, trying to twist weakly out of his grip. Any other instance he would release you if his touch made you uncomfortable but this was a completely different situation. After defeating a group of lackeys, one managed to make one last attack before falling unconscious. You’d been quick enough to intercept whatever it was he threw towards you and Zoro but when it was destroyed it still released a cloud of strange smelling gas. Zoro had been a safe enough distance but you weren’t so lucky.

At first you’d insisted you were fine but after walking a few paces your balance started to sway and your mind was beginning to cloud. Zoro became concerned by the glazed look in your eyes as you tried one more time to pull out of his unwavering hold, glaring at him. “Jus’ let me go! I don’t know you.”

His eyes widened at your declaration, not only because you sounded so dazed and confused. It was not like your usual bright and familiar way of speaking that made him happy to hear but it was also because hearing you say you didn’t know him filled him with more concern than he was willing to admit. He needed to find Chopper quickly to treat whatever it was you’d been hit with. For now he had to try and keep you calm and prove you were safe with him. “Course you know me. We’re crew-mates, remember? It’s Zoro.”

Abruptly you stopped and bumped into his chest, lifting your head to stare at him, trying to force yourself to focus on his face. Your hand reached out and clumsily gripped his face, tugging him forward enough for you to see his features better. Zoro could see your pupils were blown wide, whatever had been in that vial was some sort of hallucinogenic and he hoped that that was all it was. It could be better dealt with than a poison. Not that seeing you so wary and untrusting of him was any better. Your suspicion didn’t subside when you finally let go of his face and shook your head.

“You’re not Zoro.” You finally declared, trying once more to get away from him. This time you succeeded only enough to make it a couple of steps but without him there to keep you stable you fell forward. If Zoro hadn’t been there you would have landed face first into the pavement but he caught you swiftly around the waist and lifted you to settle you over his shoulder, deciding that this way of carrying you was the best option. “Definitely not Zoro.” You weakly grumbled into his back as he began walking again.

“Oh yeah, why’re you so sure of that?” He asked, deciding to at least play along.

“You’re too grumpy…” You explained and added as you fell unconscious. “Zoro’s grumpy but he’s a sweetheart. My sweetheart.” Immediately the back of his neck heated and he froze in place but he couldn’t say or do anything else because thankfully Chopper, Usopp and Nami appeared to regroup and find Luffy. Zoro quickly explained to Chopper that you’d been hit by something but offered no further details.

“Did you get hit too, Zoro? You’re looking really red.” Chopper asked in concern. Quickly Zoro cleared his throat and shrugged as he laid you on the ground so Chopper could treat you.

“Uh yeah, might have been. Don’t worry about it though.”

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cherryblossom-chopper · 4 months

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ღ Feeling Sick ღ

Comforting you with Law, Usopp, and Zoro

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Law runs a cool hand across your forehead, making you shiver. He sucks his teeth and grunts, thinking to himself. The doctoral part of his mind can never seem to fully let go, even when you chide him not to worry. Law watches you with those intense eyes that seem to consume every part of you. Huffing he kisses your feverish skin, while stroking your back as you lean onto his chest. When you peek your tired eyes open at him, Law smiles just a little. Even in your sickly state he finds you a sight for sore eyes. “Doing okay down there?“ he asks, continuing the gentle circles on your spine, “Almost time for another dose of medicine. “When you whine at the prospect, Law pinches your cheek, not terribly hard but enough to make you squeal. “You know better than to argue with me,” he hums, shifting you closer to his chest.

・‥…━━━☆

“You really have to stop doing all-nighters,“ Usopp scolds as he tucks you into bed. You blink your heavy eyelids, watching him fluttering around the room, making sure you have anything you could need. “It’s okay Usopp,” you grumble nuzzling deeper under the blankets, “You don’t have to be a mother-hen.” Placing a glass of water on the night stand by your bed, Usopp rolls his eyes. He ignores your comments, knowing full well that your sick sleepy self wasn’t going to physically protest. He cups your cheek and kisses your forehead. “Just try to get some sleep okay, babe? Call if you need anything, I won’t be far.”

・‥…━━━☆

Zoro clicks his tongue while rubbing your back. “You gotta learn to pace yourself,” he scolds gently, watching you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You manage to groan at him while plopping onto the bathroom floor. “I can’t believe you tried to out drink me,” Zoro continued, his dark eyes scanning your frame. His lips curl into a grin when you glare up at him. Even when you're hungover and mad at him, Zoro still finds you unbelievably cute. “Not helpful,” you mutter before leaning into him. Your stomach churns and the early morning light is starting to hurt your eyes. Even the low rumble of Zoro’s laugh is agitating. “Come on,” he says, still smirking, “Let’s get you back in bed.”

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alexa-fika · 1 month

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Hi schools getting better btw kids are annoying but sometimes they say something that changes your life 🥺

Okay, so you did child!Dracula!Reader with the whitebeard pirates and the red-haired pirates how about the Hart pirates

I kinda want to see law interaction with child!Dracula!Reader

And I think child!Dracula!reader loves animals so his and Bepo's interaction will be adorable

🐼💕~

Lost Again? ( Heart Pirates x gn!child!Dracule!Reader)

A/N Y’ll I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I have this done for two days but I kept staring at the screen thinking on how to continue and I was to hell with this 😂, it’s good the way it is. Hopefully you guys agree and you like it this way! IM SORRY SPIDER

Here Reader is replaced by Dokusha which means reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Law stared at the sight in front of him, glancing between his navigator and the small child in his hands

“Bepo, what did you do?” he grits out

The mink fidgeted around, repositioning the winged child to give his captain a better view of them

“I found them…”

“Why the hell did you bring them here?!”

“Sorry!”

“Don’t be mean to Mister Bear!” The child huffs, glaring at the Doctor

“Aw, C’mon, Captain!” Shachi exclaimed, walking closer to the Bear Mink and grabbing the child

“They’re cute!“ Penguin grins

They grin at Shachi, clapping their hands joyously

Shachi immediately holds them close to his chest hugging them.

“Captain! Can we keep them?” Shachi’s eyes sparkle.

“Misters can’t keep me im Papa’s!”

“Whose your father?” the Captain asked, walking a bit closer to them.

“Papa!”

The captain sighed at the child's response.

"Fine. We'll take care of you until we can find your father. Bepo, where did you find this child?"

"I was collecting herbs when I saw them behind a bush."

"Bring them inside,” he huffs, turning and entering the submarine, the others following after him

Dokucha suddenly wiggles out Shachi’s grasp, flying toward one of the bulletin boards that stood in the lounging area

“That’s Papa!” They proclaim, happily pointing toward the picture of a wanted poster

Shachi and Penguin both rush over to the wanted sign, the latter immediately recognizing whose wanted photo the child had.

“This… Is your father?….” Penguin mutters, sweat beginning to form on his head as he stares at the picture, turning around to address Bepo

“Bepo, you just found the child of Hawkeye!” he hisses out

Law had been watching the scene play out beside them. Realizing Bepo had found the child of one of the most dangerous men, he hurried over to the bulletin board.

“That's your Father?” he inquired, glancing between the child and the Wanted photo.

“Mmhm!”

Law was silent, his eyes narrow as he looked back at the Wanted Poster that was filled with a picture of his fellow Warlord. An overwhelming sense of frustration washed over him, making the man’s brows furrow.

He groans, pressing the bridge of his nose at the situation they had found themselves at

"Your father... Is him? Of all people?." He glared at the wanted flyer before turning to the child, who seemed unaware of how serious the situation was.

“Yep!”

“W-What are we going to do, Cap?” Bepo inquires nervously

“I'm thinking,” he growls, closing his eyes

“Hey, what’s your name?” asks Penguin, looking at the child

“I ‘m Dokucha!”

Law opens his eyes and looks at his crewmates

“This might work in our favor.”

“How so?” Shachi questions

“We might be able to negotiate; reports say that Mihawk was spotted in our next destination; we can exchange The kid for safe passage.”

All four of them were silent for a while, contemplating the situation. The idea may have been risky; there was no telling how Mihawk would react. And what would happen if something went wrong? But on the other hand, what could be gained if they were successful? A chance to evade the Marines and get to the next island.

“That’s a risky option…” Bepo hesitantly states, “It’s Mihawk after all…”

Dokucha looks up, amazed at the roof of the polar tang, flying their way up and watching the numerous tubes and mechanisms that littered it

Law glances at the child, who begins drifting away while looking, and he sighs, taking a small rock from his pocket

“Room,” he mutters as a blue began enveloping the lounge.

“Shambles,” he said, grabbing at the child once it had changed places with the rock

“Don’t drift off,” he grumbles

They look around, confused from the sudden change in position, looking up at his words and giggling

“Sorry~”

The captain was silent for a moment, looking at the child. He couldn't help it; he smirked.

“It’s fine. Just try not to drift off,” he says before returning his focus back to his crewmates

“Shachi, you and Penguin begin prep work for our voyage. Bepo, watch the child while I get into contact with Hawkeye,” he said, handing the child to the mink

“Papa?” The child questions

“I want to talk to Papa, too!”

“Not yet; I have to discuss something important with him; you will see him soon.”

“Awe,” they whine, cuddling closer to the bear and watching the captain walk away

“What’s Mister Bear’s name?” they ask, looking up at the polar bear

“I ‘m Bepo”

Okay now that I look at it it’s not really a bad point to stop the story right? 😭

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bby-deerling · 15 days

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I don't know why giving One Piece men head is the only thing on my mind right now, but by god, do I really want too.

I am nothing if not a whore for fictional men.

i am shamelessly using this as an excuse to do some headcanons about giving them head LOL, i hope you don't mind, pookie <3

giving them head headcanons (nsfw)

ft. zoro, sanji, ace, law, kid

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cw: oral sex (character receiving), swallowing, 69, teasing, cumming on reader's face, messy blowjobs, dacryphilia, throat fucking

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zoro

loves to 69 with you; while he loves the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his cock, he has so much fun seeing how quickly he can distract you and make the movements of your head along his shaft pause from the hot stripes he licks across your clit. no matter how strong your resolve is, you always turn into putty on top of him, mewling with his cock still deep in your throat, and he teases you relentlessly for it.

while he loves seeing you swallow every last drop he has to give you, sometimes he likes making you stick your tongue out to show him his own seed coating your mouth before you swallow and let it drip down the back of your throat—especially when you have that satisfied grin on your face while you do it.

sanji

this man is extremely vocal during sex to start with, but doubly so when you go down on him; he just can't help himself from whining, crying out in pleasure, and whimpering sweet praises as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock.

when he's so close, nearly about to cum, he gets so lost in all the sweet, tingly, air-headed sensations that he's feeling that he forgets to give you warning before he lets go in your mouth. he'll apologize profusely as he does it, but don't be surprised if his eyes darken as he asks you to stick out your tongue for him so he can inspect it and make sure you didn't waste any food.

ace

lets out the cutest little sighs and moans while your tongue curls along the length of his shaft. his cock is so warm in your mouth, and you feel like it nearly melts into your tongue as it runs along his shaft. he can't help but let out soft whimpers as your tongue swirls along his head—it's his most sensitive spot, and once you figure that you, it's over for him—not that he's complaining, of course.

while he loves holding the back of your head, he never pushes—he's much too eager to see what you want to give him without his interference. in turn, the warmth from his palm and his fingers against your scalp is so comforting and relaxing that it makes you even more willing to take him as deeply as you can.

kid

brutal in everything he does, he doesn't hesitate to fuck your throat. hand firmly grasping tendrils of your hair, he lives for every squeak and moan you let out as his thick cock bullies the back of your throat—and when you look up at him with those beautiful tear-stained eyes, it's hard for him to not cum right on the spot.

he loves to cum on your face. it's a little bit territorial, and a lot of bit because of the degradation aspect; he loves making you dirty, and seeing his thick white ropes coat your face makes him spring back to life, ready to shove his cock right back down your throat.

law

law likes it messy; he loves hearing you softly choke on him while drops of saliva spill out of the edges of your mouth, he adores the inadvertent tears that well up in your eyes from his length hitting the back of your throat, and he lives for the sight of you touching yourself with your free hand, making a mess between your legs that he can't wait to dive into once you're finished.

he always says thank you after his spills his cum down your throat, hand cupping your cheek with devotion and thumb wiping the drool away from your lips. and he truly is grateful—enough so to make sure he makes you cum twice as hard when giving you something in return.

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bas-writes · 1 year

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Shared Pains, Shared Aches

Character: Law Reader: gender neutral Word Count: 2255 CW: soul mate AU, hurt/comfort, serious injury on Reader, established relationship Synopsis: Law and you have a weird thing in common—an identical birthmark. After an accident that happens during a battle Law, sceptical about your soulmate theory, starts experiencing a weird pain in the area of said mark… A/N: repost of an old fic, due to broken edition option

The smarting started anew and Law, even knowing it was useless, rubbed the birthmark. The dull pain was with him all the time since That had happened, but sometimes it was getting weaker and sometimes: stronger. He had no idea why, any rational reasoning he could think of wasn’t matching the symptoms. But he had quickly learned the stinging was somehow connected to you and your own pain. Yet another weird, incomprehensible thing you two shared.

He had this mark since he could remember, he even had vague memories of his mother being concerned about it and testing it for a possibility of cancer.

(Was it how his father had found out about— No, he didn’t want to think about it. Not now.)

He knew it by heart, its color, its shape, the way it felt under fingers when he was examining it from time to time, just in case. And he had seen many, many other birthmarks, on dead and alive bodies likewise. He had never seen two identical.

Until the day he had met you.

Simply said, Law was both grumpy about it and obsessed with it. How could it be that two unrelated people could have such similar birthmarks? No, not similar: those were the same birthmarks, as if someone took a copy of his, transported it to a place where you were born and placed it in the exactly same spot on your body. It was simply impossible, no matter what point of view he had been trying to use and explain it. Even for twins it was rare to share such a resemblance.

And you definitely weren’t his twin. You were even born on a different sea.

It had been bothering him more than a mere birthmark should, but every time he had seen it on your body, it had been like a trigger, and he couldn’t focus on anything else. His eyes and arms had been immediately reaching towards it, his mind wrapping around the topic. He had had to learn the mystery behind it!

“Maybe it’s the proof we are soulmates,” you had been joking every time he had given up, grumpy and irritated by yet another failure of logic. And every time Law had been laughing you down. Destiny, fate, gods, demons, souls and ghosts: no, such things didn’t exist within his perception. And even if they did—

(They didn’t, he had never found a proof and he couldn’t say he had never tried.)

—something in him had been turning at a mere thought of being controlled in such a mindless, pointless way.

(Or worse, it would mean everything bad that had happened had a reason, some inconceivable cruelty that had sentenced him to— No. Not now.)

Soulmates?

“Life is not a romance novel, Y/N,” he had been answering and cutting short any of your attempts to continue the discussion.

Or a folktale. Or a goodnight story told by grandmas all around the four seas and Grandline. Life was simply life, empiric experience starting with a birth and ending with a death. Anything besides that was simply bullshit, lies created by minds too weak to grasp reality.

“For someone who can’t explain a mystery with an empiric experience you have a lot of trust in your theory,” you liked to tease him and he had been rolling eyes.

But then That had happened—and it turned his life and views upside down.

It had been his own fault through and through. Everybody would had been safe, if he had controlled his tongue. You would had been unharmed if he had turned a deaf ear and that one, little, irrelevant offense. What could had been a simple banter between pirates at a dive bar, had turned into a battle once he had opened Room. There had been many casualties (luckily, not on their side) and even more injured (including him), and he had been too busy to pay attention to you and your problem. And once he had finally seen it, it had been too late.

Bless Bepo, bless this selfless indispensable soul without a Devil Fruit. You would have drowned if it hadn’t been for him. He had jumped after you had been pushed through the railing, separating the terrace from the cliff and the semi-wild harbor below. But even Bepo couldn’t do anything against the rocks you had—almost fatally—fallen on.

And Law…

He was still seeing this in nightmares. Your scream, your pale face as you had hit the barrier, half-decayed wood breaking under your weight and you falling, falling, falling…

Someone had had to guard you that day. Not only you had been alive, but also your spine hadn’t been broken. What couldn’t be said about other bones. But you had been breathing. Your heart had been beating. Death had spared him this one time.

(What would have he done if you hadn’t— NOT. NOW.)

Once he had had you safe and stable on the submarine, drugged with every anesthesia he could quickly find, and sleeping, he had simply collapsed on the first surface. And had cried, had cried and had screamed so long and loudly he had lost voice for days.

When he had regained consciousness, the birthmark had started aching.

At first, he hadn’t had noticed. He had been feeling the pain, but he had had way too much on his head to take care of it. You had been his priority. And your pain had been much worse. It had been a cycle of fight, struggle and short episodes of drugged rest. Operations. Bandages. More operations. Pain. Tears. Your sweaty forehead from which he had been brushing your hair away. Yet more operations. Massages. Putting immobilized limbs back to work. Even more pain. Blood. Patiently wiping your body with a wet towel since you still couldn’t walk to a bathroom. Apology after apology. Guilt. Exhaustion. Tears, his this time as he had been watching you dragged out and covered in bandages and braces, lying flat like dead, your skin grey, your face expressionless, your lips he loved to kiss so much dry and fissured—

He closed his eyes and he could still see it, even if you felt much better now, and he knew you for sure would be walking one day. He could see it and he couldn’t scream. He promised himself he wouldn’t let you know about his pain. You had enough of your own.

Law had been fighting for you and your health until he had been either collapsing or the crew had been dragging him away to let him rest. He had calmed down not until you could sit without help and could remain conscious without pain. Since that day he had more or less come back to his daily routine and had decided to finally do something about the aching birthmark. He had discovered the pattern this way. When you were in pain, the stinging was appearing. Once you got your drugs, it was fading away. When you were anxious without him by your side or uncomfortable, it was smarting.

He had tried to ignore it. His tired, guilt-ridden mind had had to project it. It was impossible to predict your condition and mood through the aches of his old birthmark. But whatever he tried to think of it, it was happening. His own beloved empiricism was proving to him it did exist. It was a fact. There was a connection between the two of you and for some reason it was manifesting through your birthmarks, now additionally through stings of pain.

Law rubbed it once again, out of habit. And eventually put the log he had been working over aside. It was the time for a doctor visit.

Your face lightened at his sight, all signs of fatigue and discomfort immediately disappearing.

(And the pain in the birthmark turned into light tickles).

Ikkaku, who had been keeping you company, considerately left the room to give you some privacy. Once the door closed behind her, Law sat upon the edge of bed and held your hand. It wasn’t cold nor too hot and sweaty, a good sign.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and brushed your knuckles with a gentle kiss. Your smile was the best answer and he truly felt relieved the worst you could be was a slight discomfort.

“Just a bit sore.” Before he put your hand away, you caressed his cheek and goatee. Law barely stopped himself from leaning into your touch. He didn’t want to press you, not when it still could cost you pain.

“Want me to increase the dose?”

“Maybe a bit? Just literally a bit, I don’t want to sleep through the whole day.”

Quick adjustment of the drip and he was back with you, this time brushing your hair, messy from resting among the pillows. You were sitting, supported from both sides and moving your hands freely. Compared to the condition you had been in the fact you only had your legs—so far—still immobilized was truly a miracle. Law and the crew were doing everything they could to not let your muscles succumb, massages and rehabilitation were your daily bread. Maybe not the most tasty one, but definitely efficient. Thanks to everyone’s patience and work you were recuperating from injuries at lightning speed.

“Do you want me to bring anything?”

You shook your head. “Maybe some cuddling? Please?”

“We shouldn’t,” Law sighed. “You’re not in the right condition and—”

“I really miss you.” You pouted. “I don’t even remember what your body feels like.”

The sting in the birthmark. Law rubbed it, a bit too aggressively and the sudden movement caught your eye.

“Oh. So, you too?”

Law’s eyes turned into big and golden question marks.

“You can feel my discomfort in the birthmark, right?” You explained. “Mine hurts all the time.”

Now his eyes were wide open in shock. Law, slowly and carefully, crawled on the bed, avoiding your body as much as he could, and joined your pillow nest. After visible resistance he eventually moved even closer and let you lean on him. You gladly accepted this little progress and rested head on his shoulder.

“At first it hurt like everything,” you continued as he was slowly stroking your hair. “But the painkillers weren’t working so— You felt horrible, didn’t you?”

He frowned, “It doesn’t matter. You matter. I just did what had to be done.”

You shifted in place, pain around the hip area made you hiss and Law immediately jolted, alert and anxious. You pushed him back on the pillows and moved closer, now almost facing him. As you reached for his hand, he obliged and let you intertwine your fingers with his.

“I swear I could feel it,” you claimed and clenched the grasp harder. “You blamed yourself all the time.”

“Do we really have to—”

“It wasn’t your fault, Law. It was an accident. It could happen anytime.”

His face tensed, lower lip trembled, quickly held in place by teeth. He bit it down and held it under control. Barely, but he did.

“I know you will drown me under a pile of ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’,” you quickly cut him short when he opened mouth to answer. “But I won’t change my mind. You did what you could and even more. I felt it. Everything.”

He had to look away, but you still spotted tears pooling in his eyes, “I could lose you, Y/N. One inch away and— Fuck. Back there I was sure I lost you. When Bepo was caring you in arms and your head just—”

“I love you so much.” Law’s voice was still trembling with emotions, even after he took a long, long break to collect himself. “I can’t think of a future where you wouldn’t be here. I can’t imagine it, I can’t word it, I—”

He stopped, sudden warmth pooling from the birthmark spilling along his whole body. It was intense, almost burning—but burning in a good way, close to ecstasy and yet, to relief of the thirsty who was granted a glass of water. Law’s fingers tightened around yours, his gaze met yours.

And your eyes were telling him everything. You felt the same. You were the one who caused that warmth. It was your reaction to his words. It was your love. He could feel your love. And you could feel his.

“How—”

“Does it matter?” You nuzzled up his chest, the rapid beating of his heart turning into the most beautiful melody you ever heard. “It feels as if we had one mind and heart, right?”

“It’s not—”

“—possible. I know. But would it hurt that much to believe at least once?”

Law carefully rested head against yours. Your smell, his smell, your pulse, his pulse, your breath, his breath: they mixed, they tangled, they swirled around you two. And the warmth of your birthmarks was still circling in your bodies, flowing from one to the other and back. For a second, for a brief second, there was no Trafalgar Law and no Y/N, but a one being. A one soul.

“Maybe,” he said slowly, his voice so distant as if he spoke to you from another world, “I do indeed need to change my views on… Things.”

His lips tasted like never before. And so did yours to him. Law thought of warm honey as he was kissing you. And this thought filled your soul with sheer happiness.

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zoros-bandana · 2 years

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Hii Dove!! Can I request Law x fem! reader, where his s/o is depressed (in general like she feels worthless and useless she feels like a burden to the people around him, she feels like she’s not enough and she feels alone even though they have each other) and Law doesn’t know about it. And when he found out he comforted her as much as possible saying comforting and reassuring words (can you please put some cause one of my love languages is words of affirmation :)). This is how I feel everyday🙂🤧

Hi honey I hope you’re doing okay and are safe. I love you and although life is hard and overwhelming you are loved and supported always. Please take care 💗

Solace

(Part 1) (Part 2)

(SFW)

Warning: mention of feeling useless, mention of depression

Summary: Finding yourself outside on the deck of your ship, you soak in the quietness of the night, overwhelmed with emotion. Unbeknownst to your pain, your boyfriend, Law, finds you outside all alone; unprepared for what you wished to say.

Word Count: 800

(a/n: I like to sort of hold back on ‘y/n’ scripts for these things so you can put your own touch to what you wish you were saying instead of me putting words down)

“Oi” Law called out, letting the door shut quietly behind him “what are you doing out here?”

A strong gust of wind whipped around you, making you shiver. It was late in the evening and you though everyone was occupied, giving yourself some freedom to escape to your peaceful place; to enjoy the solace.

“Just thinking…” you mumbled, your back to him “I usually think better out here”

“This is news to me…” he approached next to you, the size of his frame shadowing over you. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, giving you a chance to further explain your comment.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Doesn’t matter…”

“It does, (y/n)” his voice hung with concerned “Bepo mentioned to me you haven’t been yourself today”

“It’s just an off day…” you tried to shrug him off, knowing he wouldn’t understand your emotions. You were more in tune with how your emotions worked, while Law would mask any emotion that bubbled away at him.

His hand gently grabbed your chin, causing you to look over at him; looking up at his stormy grey eyes. “Don’t lie to me”.

The sudden interest in your mood caused you to whimper out in shock, not expecting a high level of concern. His other arm snaked around your waist, turning you fully to him, waiting for you to tell him the truth. To tell him everything you felt.

Your eyes lingered anywhere but his face as you talked, not wishing to see the drop on his face as you mentioned how you felt. Your voice wavered the more you spoke, tears pooling in your eyes, overcome with a wash of emotion. You could feel his body shifting closer to you, his arms coming to wrap around you.

“Babe, you’re not alone” he gently pulled you into his chest, holding you close “I’m here”

“I know that” you whimpered out “but I’m still alone”

“Hmm” he hummed, thinking of the right words to say. If it was anyone else he would be dismissive or call them out for being so ignorant to their surroundings but he knew with you it was different. This was a type of alone he couldn’t fix with company; this was something deeply rooted.

“I love you, (y/n)” he mumbled, being carefully not to be heard from prying ears. He leaned down, his lips resting against your head as he spoke, muffling his words for only you to hear.

“It’s okay to feel a little lost sometimes; we all do. You may not see your true value but you do so much for everyone, including me, and it’s us that would truly be lost without you. You could never truely be a burden to a world that was designed for you. You were made to be a part of this world and all of it’s beautiful designs in it; including some not so wonderful moments. It can’t always be good all the time, you’re smart enough to know that"

"You are worth more than what you think inside that pretty little head of yours. We are our own biggest critics. You don’t deserve to put all this pressure on yourself to be the best at everything just to feel like you’re deserving of being worth something. That is not why you were placed on this earth. You were meant to experience life and look after yourself before anything else, that does not make you a burden for doing so. You are worth so much more than what you think of yourself"

"You will never be alone; you will always have me. But even if you didn’t that shouldn’t scare you from doing things and achieving your wishes. Being alone isn’t always a bad thing sometimes it’s nice to have some space and clarity to focus on yourself. Find comfort in that; freedom in doing things without people around. Enjoy the small details of moments and focus on yourself and your wellbeing. You matter more than anything. I love you so much, (y/n)”

You looked up towards him, finally meeting the concerned look in his gaze. He stayed close to you, inches from your face, waiting for some kind of response; not knowing whether to continue on. “I love you, too”

He smiled, the comforting warm smile he wore only for you, leaning down to gently press a peck on your lips. “Don’t be afraid to ever tell me what’s going on, (y/n). You will only ever receive love and support from me. Okay?”

“Okay”

“Good” his lips pecked against you once more “I want you to know you can trust me with whatever you’re feeling. There will always be a place for you here; with me. I never wish for you to feel like you can’t trust me. You mean so much to me, all I want is for you to feel okay”.

"You are worth more than any amount of bounty and you deserve to feel at peace with yourself. Know how much you are adored; because there is nobody like you in this world. And that is truely the greatest gift anyone could ask"

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Eating You Out Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, fem afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

a few drabbles for how the monster trio + ace & law eat you out (>ᴗ•)

cw: cunnilingus. all different positions ;)

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Eating You Out Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

Luffy:

With his head slotted beneath your trembling thighs, Luffy treats your slit with messy, sloppy licks, groaning into your opening as he revels in your exquisite taste; a flavor almost too divine, even for the gluttonous strawhat captain.

“Mm, s’good-” he groans in between licks, the vibrations of his voice coursing into your body and making pleasure conduct your movements. Your hands dart down, haphazardly tangling themselves in his head of messy black hair as you grit your teeth and tug on the strands.

You can feel the smirk forming on his lips against your slick folds, a silent acknowledgment of his mastery in reducing you to a writhing mess of need.

His tongue finds itself gliding upwards towards your clit to treat the needy bud with tight circles. Meanwhile, his middle and ring finger meet your opening with an inquisitive nudge, eager to explore.

Your head lulls back as you mewl out soft moans of pleasure, instintively bucking your hips against his digits to silently grant him permission.

He coaxes more pleasured sighs from your throat as his two fingers make their way inside you, immediately curling upwards to caress your g-spot. The new sensation beckons you closer to the edge of ecstasy, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle your moans.

His fingers work in tandem with the rhythms of his tongue as he pumps them in and out of you. He’s slobbering all over your cunt as his tongue presses flat against your clit, the firm pressure sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through your veins as he shakes his head back and forth.

"So damn good, all for me," Luffy moans hazily, completely lost in his meal.

Your legs quiver more frantically, snapping shut around the captain’s head as you begin to succumb to the overwhelming pleasures he elicits.

His ministrations remain strong and steady, even as he uses his free-hand to pry your thighs back open.

“Keep those legs open f’me, baby,” he groans, his voice raspy and hoarse, “Need t’ taste all of ‘ya-”

Zoro:

The voracious swordsman has you on all fours as he kneels behind you, face pressed firmly into your cunt while his strong hands hold you open. The position is more than vulnerable, but it’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make; for the way his broad tongue dances up and down your slick folds makes any lingering insecurities rush to the back your mind and fade into insignificance.

With each flick of his tongue, he consumes your thoughts entirely, rendering any other visions inconsequential as he has his way with you.

His ministrations are relentless; you can feel his hunger for you in every flick, every swirl, as he explores the depths of your insides with an expertise born of longing and need.

Your limbs tremble, struggling to hold yourself up amidst the pleasure, but Zoro’s hands remain strong and sure, keeping you firmly in place as he doubles his efforts.

"That’s it, I’ve got you," Zoro's voice rumbles against your skin, “Come undone.” His breath is hot against your sensitive flesh, his words washing over you like a wave of heat.

With his reassurance, you allow the pleasure to take hold, becoming mere jelly in his hands as he holds you up. Satisfied by your compliance, he lavishes attention on your throbbing entrance, treating your opening with firm, purposeful nudges of his hot tongue.

When his tongue delves into you, penetrating your depths with precision, you can't help but respond with a rush of arousal. It's as if he possesses an innate understanding of your body, knowing exactly how to drive you wild with pleasure before you even realize it yourself.

You merely whimper hazily in response, the sound a mixture of need and desire as he continues to devour you with single-minded determination.

You're teetering on the edge now, your body aching for release, but Zoro shows no signs of slowing down. He's a man possessed, driven by his own insatiable desire to please you, to make you scream his name in ecstasy.

And just when you think you can't take anymore, when you're on the verge of shattering into a million pieces, he finally relents, pulling back slightly to admire his handiwork, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your cunt. His eyes burn with raw passion as he gazes down at you, a smug grin playing at the corners of his lips.

"Stay, just like that," he instructs, his voice commanding as he leans down and deftly maneuvers himself onto his back, positioning you to straddle his face.

"I need more of you," the swordsman groans before he eagerly latching onto your clit with skilled, greedy sucks.

It’s no secret that Zoro can handle his liquor, but it’s safe to say that tonight, your taste has got him utterly wasted.

Sanji:

You’re perched atop the chef's face, his tender hands encircling your waist, guiding your movements as you sway your slick folds over his waiting tongue.

He’s unapologetically desperate for your taste, your mere aroma could provoke blood to stream from his nose and down his chin.

Sanji’s eagerly flicking his tongue along your folds as he rocks you against his face, moaning softly into your cunt as he savors the taste of your essence lingering on his tastebuds.

His desperation knows no bounds as he continues to lavish attention upon you, his tongue tracing every contour of your folds with expert precision. With each flick and suck, he elicits a symphony of moans and gasps from you, his own pleasure evident in the way he hums contentedly against your core.

“So divine,” the cook mumbles hazily in between licks.

You surrender yourself completely to the sensations washing over you, your fingers tangling in his blonde hair as you urge him on with something you know he can’t refuse: desperate whispers of his name.

Your hips begin to rock faster, urgency building within you as the sensations intensify. Sanji matches your pace eagerly, his movements becoming more fervent as he responds to your escalating desire. With each thrust of your hips, his tongue delves deeper, exploring every inch of your trembling folds with a relentless hunger.

You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you, pleasure building to a fever pitch as you chase the elusive edge of ecstasy.

Sanji continues to worship you with his tongue, prolonging the ecstasy as long as possible even as you cry his name and convulse atop him.

“You're exquisite," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire as he continues to devour you with fervent kisses and licks, "I could spend eternity lost in your taste."

Ace:

No matter the meal, Ace seems to always eat like he’s starving.

The way he devours you is no different.

With his head nestled between your thighs, he’s treating your inner thighs with teasing traces of his hot tongue.

The barely-there sensation sends shivers down your spine, causing you to mewl out pleas of desperation, lost in the sway of the mere promise of pleasure.

“Ace-” you whine, instinctively bucking your hips in the hopes that he’ll grant your insistent eagerness with some sort of relief.

But even amidst your whimpers, Ace remains headstrong. He’s a master of his craft, afterall, prolonging anticipation, reveling in the way your body squirms and writhes beneath him. He savors every moment, every sound of your desperate pleas, knowing that he holds the power to drive you wild with need.

His tongue continues its tantalizing journey, dancing closer and closer to where you ache for his touch the most. He's in no rush, savoring the taste and scent of your arousal, relishing in the way you respond to him.

As your whimpers grow louder and your movements more frantic, Ace finally relents, pressing his lips against your aching slit. The sudden contact sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, making you gasp and arch your back in ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with arousal.

Ace returns his attention to your trembling thighs, heightening every nerve ending and leaving you achingly aware of every touch, every breath.

With a mixture of excitement and longing, you watch as he leans in, preparing to delve back into the depths of your pleasure. His tongue, hot and insistent, traces patterns of fire along your heated skin, each stroke sending sparks of ecstasy dancing through your veins.

You can't help but moan his name, a desperate plea for more as you arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely. His hands roam over your quivering flesh before eventually finding their home on your ankles, grasping them firmly.

You crane your neck to give him a curious glance, “What’re you-” but before you can question his motives, he presses your feet above your head, making them cross at the ankles as he presses the tops of them into the mattress.

The freckled man hums contently, satisfied with your flexibility and the way your cunt looks on full display.

“Good,” he chuckles lowly, “Now I can really get to work.”

Ace dips his head down, finally tracing his hot tongue from your weeping entrance all the way up to your clit.

The long-awaited sensation is even better than you imagined, and you involuntarily throw your head back, letting out a weak cry of pleasure.

"Mmm," Ace groans against your slit, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh as he continues his ministrations. He latches onto your clit, suckling desperately on the aching nub as he keeps your legs pressed down, denying you any chance of escape.

The combination of his skilled tongue and the firm pressure of his lips sends you spiraling towards the edge of ecstasy, trembling in his grasp as you moan and gasp in pleasure.

But just as you're about to tip over into the abyss, Ace pulls back slightly, leaving you panting and desperate for more. His lips curve into a wicked grin as he gazes up at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs, his voice husky with arousal. "I could do this all night."

And with that promise hanging in the air, Ace returns his attention to your weeping slit, ready to continue his delicious torture until you're begging for release.

Law:

The wall you’re pressed against is cold against your bare back, nearly making your teeth rattle in your skull. But the contrast is stark as your captain's tongue, hot and wet to the touch as it grazes down your skin, makes up tenfold for the frigidity of the submarine corridors.

Law kneels before you with a reverence that sends a thrill coursing through your veins. His uncharacteristically vulnerable position at your feet is a sight that leaves you breathless, his grey irises locked onto your doe-eyed gaze with undeniable intensity.

But it's not just the ferocity of his gaze that sets your heart racing; it's the way his lips and tongue trail down your bare skin with a deliberate tenderness that contrasts starkly with the coldness of the submarine walls. Each kiss is more delicious than the last, leaving you rolling your hips, unapologetically aching for more.

You can feel the goosebumps rising in response to his ministrations, the contrast between the frigid air and the warmth of his touch sending shivers racing across your skin.

As Law's kisses descend lower, a primal need surges through you, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation.

"Law," you whimper, your voice filled with longing, abandoning all dignity.

The doctor's smirk is teasing, his white, toothy grin shining faintly in the dimly-lit corridor.

“Tell me what you want,” he rasps, “Use your words.”

“You, please-”

And then, he does something new, lifting your leg up by your thigh to rest on his shoulder, leaving you standing on one shaky leg. The sudden movement leaves you gasping for breath, your body arching towards him instinctively as he opens you up completely to his touch.

The vulnerability of the position only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment, your senses ablaze with both vulnerability and desire. You suck in your breath sharply, biting your lip in a futile attempt to stifle the moan that threatens to escape your lips as Law begins to kiss closer to your aching cunt.

Your breaths turn ragged as he finally nuzzles his head between your legs, locking eyes with you as his tongue meets your slick folds with a meticulous stripe. You lean your head back against the wall as you mewl out moans of pleasure, a shiver travelling up and down your spine as your limbs become tingly with need. You can already feel your leg beginning to shake as it dangles over his tattooed shoulder, making a deep blush rush to your cheeks.

Law is undeterred, however, your squirms only aiding his urge to please you.

You manage a weak whine, your hands tangling in his unruly black hair as you urge him on. His tongue is hot and expertly skilled, and you simply can’t deny yourself the pleasure of grinding against it as he kneels before you.

“Yeah?” he groans against your slit before flicking his tongue back and forth, “This how you like it?”

"Mm-mhmm," you manage to whimper, confirming his question.

His mouth meets your clit with a few gentle sucks as he raises your leg higher, granting himself with more access to your needy entrance.

His tongue is relentless, exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh with expertise. He idly shakes his head back and forth, his tongue dancing along your folds in a phenomenal rhythm.

With each stroke, each caress, he pushes you closer and closer to the edge, goosebumps erupting all over your skin until you're teetering on the brink of your orgasm, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure at his command.

Your moans grow louder and more desperate with each passing moment, filling the dimly-lit corridor with the symphony of your pleasure.

Doubling his efforts, Law’s eyes meet yours with a dark, hungry gaze that sucks the air from your lungs,

"Let go for me,” he groans into you, “Let me take you there."

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