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Today we’re celebrating the wonderful and amazing birthday of the sweetest artist around, I’m talking about my dear dear @elliemehl 💗!

Darling, you have been such a dear friend to me, and I’m so happy I met you! You did something incredible for my own birthday, so I couldn’t miss the occasion to spoil you a little bit in return! 🙈

Please never change, you’re such a golden-heart, I’m lucky to have you around! Happy birthday!

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warning: NSFW!

Tensions on the Polar Tang (read after the cut)

It’s not the first time he feels wide awake at night, piercing grey eyes gazing at the ceiling with a certain tiredness, unable to find some sleep, even in such a quiet place than his own ship. Perhaps it’s because he has been working for hours today, and that his mind is clouded with information which definitely wouldn’t disappear before he would reach the lands of his dreams, or maybe it’s an entire different reason he’s not able to face. Something stuck in his head, like a broken record, always playing the same particular music. You kissed. It has been such an intense yet short moment that sometimes he’s not entirely sure if it was real in the first place. It felt like a suspended moment he wasn’t ready to live, the two of you finally surrendering to that silly game you’re both thoroughly practicing since you have met. Months of teasing, comments and comebacks, all of this ending up in your soft lips crashing on his when he circled your nape to pull you closer, just enough for him to remember their taste, before you both took your distances. You never really talked about what happened that night, but Law blames the booze and your hormones for such a desperate moment. He’s a captain after all, he has his own duty, and you’re only just a temporary guest among the crew. The very fact you’re sleeping in the room next door shouldn’t upset him like this, not especially when he’s experiencing a cruel lack of sleep for years, his bad habits creating some tensions within his heart family. Yet, he feels like there’s something untold between the two of you; a childish emotion he’s unable to face because it would admit that his heart has another function than pumping his blood to his brain. He, the captain with one of the most violence and coldest reputation, couldn’t let someone in. The last time he did that ended up pretty nastily, his precious organ scratched so deeply that he didn’t want to bond with anyone after that. It’s a risk he doesn’t know if he wants to take it, and all those questions are harassing him at night when the object of his obsession is spending some time on the submarine.

“Tsst, you’re a jerk.” Law curses himself while he stretches his legs, slender fingers massaging his temples for a moment.

He lets loose another sigh, profound this one, before he eventually decides that sleeping would be optional, one more time. He’s used to these kinds of short nights anyway, it wouldn’t ruin his schedule, at least that’s what he hopes for. Now back on his feet, he doesn’t even bother to put something to cover his chest, his jogging pants dangerously sliding down his thighs, only maintained by the little knots he made just under his V spot, saving him from losing them for good. After all, there are almost only men on the Polar Tang, and if Ikkaku is up, she’s not the kind of woman to get upset because her captain is wandering half-naked on his ship. Tired, but definitely awake, Law eventually leaves his cabin, sliding both of his hands in his jogging pants pockets, hesitating for a moment when he passes by your door. Perhaps you’re also in the same agony? Would it be truly dangerous to knock on your door and finally surrender to the urge of your complicated passion? Even if the siren call is more than tempting, Law doesn’t oblige, step by step getting away from the temptation, as he’s heading to the kitchen to eventually grab a snack, if Bepo didn’t have one of his numerous night munchies, otherwise, he’s already certain that he wouldn’t find any leftover in the fridge.

As he’s getting closer from the kitchen hall, he notices a soft light emanating under the doorway, as he doesn’t make a move for a moment. It’s not unusual that someone is awake at this time of the night, but none of his crewmates would have bothered to close the door. Almost sure that he’s about to bust you there, Law firmly grips the handle of the door, opening it without a single hesitation, despite his squeezed heart within his chest. Indeed, he has been right ; you’re there, reading a book you’ve probably brought yourself onboard, since none of his crewmates is interested in collecting them in the first place. Or perhaps it belongs to Ikkaku, one more time? She’s a surprising woman for sure, however Law could bet all his money that she has nothing but mechanical or engine readings to offer.

“Sleep troubles?” He whispers, pushing on the door to offer you the sought-after privacy you were looking for. “A book on this ship, that’s a rarity.”

You lift you stare up, trying your best to muffle all those emotions dancing wildly in your guts, as you heard him entering in the first place. You didn’t want him to see that obvious look on your face, but despite your preparation, Law always managed to catch you off guard.

“Actually, I stole this one on your shelves,” you answer with a soft smile, lidding your eyes for a second. “I thought it was written in another language for a while, it’s unreadable.”

It only brings a frown on Law’s face, while he steps closer, one hand in his jogging pockets, dangerously pulling down those comfort pants he’s wearing, the other one grabbing the book to have a look on the cover. He smirks, and throws you one of his teasing stares you have a very hard time to handle.

“Anatomy and the study of the body.” He reads loudly, slender and tattooed fingers lingering on the relief of the cover. “I didn’t know you want to become a doctor,” he pauses, and pushes the book back in front of you. “Or maybe you’re looking for a way to study bodies a bit more? Looking for a partner, miss Eileen?”

Ah, bastard. You know he’s always up to tease but you’re never truly ready for his taunt. You roll your eyes impatiently, and dismiss him with a wave of your hands. It only increases the smug smile on Law’s features, because he knows you always have such a hard time to handle his comments and comebacks. However, he’s also certain you’ll eventually come up with something; your body language is already betraying your need to shut his bratty mouth.

“Don’t get cocky; I have the perfect partner if I want to, he already agreed to help.” you eventually raise your stare up, closing the book with an impatient gesture, while you’re getting back on your feet.

Law raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms around his chest, already thrilled to discover what you’re going to throw to his face.

“Is that so?” He asks with his eternal sensual tone, another step closer bringing the both of you almost glued together. However, he believes you’re too stubborn to actually back down and take a step backward. Ah, you sure know how to play this game too… “And who’s that partner? So far, I’ve always seen you alone. Are you hiding someone on the sub?”

“Bepo.” You abruptly snap. “I have a certain interest in… fluffy gigantic bear. Impossible to find someone matching that kind of body.”

Law wants to snort and laugh, but he manages to keep an utterly serious face, as he tilts his head just slightly, his golden earring gleaming under the light of the kitchen.

“The only body interest Bepo has is to find a way to develop his already more than concerning excess weight. Unless you’re trying to match a polar bear density and his goal to nap for three months during winter times, I guess you’ve stolen the wrong book. However, if you’re really serious about this, should I put a lock on the fridge for you too?” He tuts you, and notices the massive effort you’re making not to burst into a powerful laughter. He peers down at the plate full of biscuits you probably picked for your night munchies while studying, his smirk growing wider on his mischievous features. “Oh, that explains a lot. You’ve already started.”

You immediately look at him with your best pouting face, slamming your fist right into his bare shoulder. Of course, he could have easily eluded the punch, but he believes he deserved it.

“What are you trying to say, you zombie doctor?” You growl, but you can’t help but have this floating smile appearing at the corner of your lips.

“I’m just saying…,” he takes another step forward, his warmth breath ghosting your features, his fingers softly skimming the hand closed on his anatomy book. He can’t miss your flinch, nor your artery suddenly palpating to his proximity. “That if you want to make things right…,” his thumb rubs the top of your hand, his piercing grey eyes focused on yours. You gulp. He smirks like a demon would do. “You should increase your stealing skills and actually pick the good book.”

And as his face feels dangerously close to yours, Law uses it as the perfect distraction to retrieve the book you stole. He knows it’s really unfair to play with your emotions like this, and your lust, but he has to control himself in the first place. You kissed, but it doesn’t mean he should surrender to his own desires, even if he terribly wants to have a reminder of the taste of your skin. He wishes that his hands could explore your body, whispering how perfect you look for him, but he can’t. He doesn’t allow himself to cross that barrier, and he believes it could be one of the worst ideas. You both have this incredible attraction, something deep and burning, setting on fire every inch of your souls, yet you couldn’t accept your common desire. You couldn’t ruin whatever you’re sharing right now.

“It’s time for you to sleep.” Law decides, a sudden sadness crossing his usual teasing irises. “It’s not reasonable to be awake right now.”

Before you can eventually protest, he raises his right hand and creates his room around you, the walls of the sphere enveloping the kitchen, but also the corridors and the rooms of the Polar Tang, a bit further away. In a blink, you’re standing in front of your bed, frustrated and unable to understand why he suddenly changed his mind. You are certain he wanted to kiss you like the other night…

“I’m sorry Eileen.” Law whispers while he’s now alone in the kitchen, the room gently cracking before it would disappear for good.

He hides the biscuits in the larder, because he can’t let Bepo find something if he ever wakes up hungry in the middle of the night. He believes it’s also time for him to have his own rest. While he turns around to reach the door, he quickly has to take a step backwards, watching you rushing in one more time, a deep frown on your eyes, and visible anger spreaded on your features. He sighs, and crosses his arms around his chest, somehow silently scolding you for never listening to him. Well he knows it’s quite unfair to room someone away in their cabin in the first place, but he’s still the boss on his ship, and he believes as a doctor, he already knows what’s the best for you.

“Didn’t I tell you to go to bed?” Law snaps, the corner of his lips unable to hide that little grimace of irritation. He doesn’t like when his authority is challenged like this, or perhaps he loves it, but feels slightly guilty to sense those emotions. “Go to your room.”

You take a step forward, raising your eyes to prove that you’re not in the mood to follow his orders, fingers immediately gripping the corner of the anatomy book he keeps against his chest.

“No, I’m not tired. I want to read, and you have absolutely no power nor any reason to tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

Cocky. He can’t help but smirk to the sentence, pleased to see that you’re still this wild fire he can’t tame, but also amused with your pouting features. Even though he tightens his grip on the book, and takes himself a step forward, until you have no choice but to plaster your back against the door.

“I’m still the captain here. I gave you an order.” He states with a severe voice, before he eventually throws the book away, ignoring the fact that it might damage it. He notices your visible confusion, his smirk growing on his features. “What am I supposed to do with a guest who can’t behave?”

You cock your head, strands of your brown hair skimming your shoulders, while your hazel eyes gleam with a certain challenge.

“You’ve answered the question yourself, captain.” You whisper, finding yourself having a hard time to breath properly, the proximity increasing your heartbeat. “I’m your guest, not your crew mate. You can’t treat me like them…”

He presses the palm of his hand against the cool door, his body moving closer, as he traps you there, and forbids you to escape his presence.

“I should treat you differently, then?” His voice is nothing but a long snarl, deep and sensual, sending so many goosebumps down your spine that you’re unable to answer for a minute. “That’s what you want? Something… Different?”

You can’t help but nod to the question, your eyes betraying that desperation, your stomach falling in the depths of your guts, as he comes closer and closer. His palm against the wall eventually falls on your cheek, the pad of his thumb describing the slowest caress you have ever experienced. You breath in and out harshly, anticipating the next movement even if it’s hard to tell what Law has in mind. In addition, for him, the game feels terribly intense, his own excitement almost unbearable. He wants to remember the taste on your lips. To have them printed on his flesh and bask on their scent. He doesn’t feel parted anymore, driven by lust and despair, unable to repress those emotions he has been fighting for so long. Not now that you’re looking at him this way. Not now that he feels the same agony nailing you there, in front of him.

“Guests like you are such a pain in the ass.” Law growls, before he eventually crushes his lips on yours, softly at first, almost too slowly. But soon enough, the desperation wins over reason, the sensuality of his kiss turning into something more intense, needy, and messy.

His slender fingers begin to explore your hair, fondling its softness, playing with your brownish locks, while his mouth doesn’t stop for a second. He doesn’t allow you to catch some fresh air, he doesn’t allow you to think. There, plastered against the kitchen’s door, you’re at his mercy, trapped under his claws. He slams your body harder against the entrance of the cafeteria, both of his hands now cupping your jaw, while he deepens the kiss. He opens his mouth, the tip of his tongue gently entering your cavity, yours immediately meeting his to share the most passionate dance. Both of your breathing are heavy, uncontrollable, a raging fire you both can’t contain anymore.

“Fuck…” Law snarls, while he parts his lips just slightly, not enough for you to escape from their eternal caress over yours. “I don’t want to stop.”

His plea sounds desperate, but you certainly share the emotion. You’ve kissed once. You have already been there together, but it has never been like this. You have been able to stop before things would get complicated. You have been able to find a way to control your emotions, and your desires. Yet now, it seems that you’re both unable to find a way to stop the wheel. You clench your fingers on his arm, pulling him closer, Law obliging, his body leaned with yours as both of his hands follow the curve of your back, only to fall in your rear and grope it.

“Don’t stop, please.” You mumble, your lips brushing his, your hazel irises focused on his. “I don’t want to stop either.”

He hesitates. Should he deny that eternal lust you’re both sharing? Should he act like the man or the captain? Duty over passion? Usually his heart would have been clear about the answer… Though Law can’t lie; he’s a man of many flaws. If he believes he should listen to that little voice in the back on his head, his fingers are already acting differently, palping the curves hidden under your jeans, eager to explore this unknown and unconquered territory, turning your sweet little person into his. He hums longly, his own mind on fire, trying to figure out his own feelings. But while he’s focused on this complicated task, he flinches when he senses the palm of your hand exploring his chest, following the muscles and the dark lines of his tattoo. He can’t be reasonable all the time, after all. A pirate isn’t reasonable. A pirate takes what he wants, and when he craves it.

“Yeah, fuck that.” He answers to his own torment, slamming your body back against the door, pinning both of your hands above your head, his mouth devouring yours in the most unconventional way. There, he can finally unleash what he has always been afraid to explore, his tongue meeting yours instantly, sharing the same passionate dance repeatedly, until you would suffocate and beg for more and some fresh air at the same time. He eventually abandons your pinned hands, one arm rolled around your waist, as he makes you spin, clumsily for sure, but enough for him to find the kitchen table. He helps you jump on it, making sure that you’re all settled and comfortable, at least, in the heat of the moment.

“Here?” You mumble between two kisses, swept in another world, while you can definitely feel the smile growing on his lips.

He grips the bottom of your top and lifts it over your head, while both of his hands finally fall onto your thighs, pulling you at the edge of the table.

“You can’t be picky.” He says with the same warm and tempting tone, his mouth exploring the crook of your neck, fingers eagerly working to unbuckle your pants. “Are you playing the prudish girl with me now?”

You hum loudly to the sensation of his digits on your warm skin, the heat of your body irradiating the entire room, as you wiggle on your legs to help him undress you.

“What if someone comes in?” You warn him, but Law immediately bites your neck, sensually teasing the area with his sharp teeth. “L…Law, I’m serious…”

He knows you’re perfectly serious and wary, yet he doesn’t have time, nor the motivation, to find another spot. Perhaps you could have settled for a more comfortable place, but right now, you’re both surrendering to the lust of the moment, and there’s no time to be afraid. You’re both taking a risk like this, but it’s something he’s more than willing to commit.

“Then, be loud enough to make them understand they really shouldn’t come in.” Law smirks devilishly, as he slides his fingers right into your already damp panties. “That’s what I thought; you really don’t want to go anywhere yourself, do you?”

As he talks, he begins to brush that more than sensitive and needy area of yours, coating his slender digits with your natural wetness, spreading it over your lips and clit, his grey eyes focused on your face, just to be certain that he’s doing an amazing job. He can’t believe he has been depriving himself from this sight, your parted lips and frown beautifully indicating that you wouldn’t survive such a temptation tonight. Too bad, Law thinks, because you’ve definitely signed for the entire show now, and the very thought sends even more blood down into his groin. Without any rush, as his golden stare is focused on your features, he begins to add more pressure down there, his lips finding their way back to yours, stealing another passionate kiss, his own cold heartbeat awakened after so many years. Lust is uncontrollable at this point, his expert fingers increasing their pace, until soft moans and harsh whispers would be swallowed in his throat. You move your hips to follow the rhythm, unable to remain calm and patient now that you have him this way. And surely, he doesn’t wish for you to behave either, devouring you right here with his mouth, fingers skillfully providing you waves of pleasure.

“Law…” You let loose desperately, as he increases the pace of his knuckles one more time, eager to see at what point you would break and ask for more.

He smirks against your skin, sensually finding that sensitive spot there, in the crook of your neck, his teeth peppering the area with the most dangerous nibbles. You find yourself bucking your hips to have more, a greedy monster unable to stop, at the edge of having the most powerful orgasm of your life. Perhaps Law felt it, because as soon as you begin to moan harder, he withdraws his fingers, abandoning your needy flower, as he looks at you with a certain satisfaction. Gently, he brings his coated digits to his mouth, shamelessly tasting you, before he eventually presses his palm over your shoulders and invites you to lay back onto the table.

“I guess you’ve earned it.” He growls, pulling both his jogging pants and underwear down, revealing his hardness, proudly bumping against his abs. “I wanted it for so long, Eileen.”

Words are escorted by expert movements of his hands, as he places them on your thighs, pulling on them to find the perfect place, his thumbs caressing your thighs up and down. Once he’s sure you’re in the best position, he grabs his manhood to rub it a few times on your wet lips, each time watching you losing your mind ; he definitely believes he can drive you crazy for minutes like this, yet, he’s also aware that you’re both quite needy and impatient right now. With a slow push of his hips, Law penetrates you, inch by inch, a long shiver running down his spine as he can’t believe how incredible you feel right now. You’re tight enough to drive him insane, his fingers clenched on your skin, a discreet plea escaping his lips. You close your eyes, arching your back, before you manage to wrap your legs around his waist, your hand falling to grip the edge of the table.

“Don’t tease…” You frown, somehow anticipating another of his little games, as you feel your patience disappearing for good.

However, it’s definitely not in Law’s plans to tease any longer, his hips suddenly bucking so hard that you see the stars for a second. No, really, he doesn’t wish to waste anymore time, somehow understanding that it has been far from being enough. Right there, narrowed walls trapping his cock inside of you, your face expressing nothing but pure bliss, he doesn’t wish to act cowardly. He wants you to be his, and only his. So without any word, hands coming up to caress your waist then breasts, Law thrusts at first with an easy pace, the room slowly filled with the filthy sound of your collading skins. You moan, your fingers looking for his, your eyes unable to look away, watching his grey eyes lidded, and his dark cheeks tainted with redder colors. You love what you see, finding how beautiful he can be one more time ; a demon of lust and passion, taking you right here, after so many months of teasing.

For a moment, you wonder how many minutes you can resist before begging him to continue what he has started previously, when his fingers were teasing your most sensitive area, waves of pleasure travelling through your veins like the sweetest illness. You wonder if he will ever go back to this, or only fuck you like this, his hips adopting a steady yet controlled pace, each time extracting more groans from your throat. He definitely knows what he’s doing, but god, you want so much more! You want to see how cruel he can be, the sadistic doctor taking care of this entire operation, until you would met under the power of his aura.

“Harder, please! Fuck! Please, touch me, give me more, Law…!”

Your words are almost like a scream ; you straighten yourself back up to roll your arms around his neck, your mouth immediately finding his. You want more, you need more. This is the greedy monster speaking within you at this point, and not the controlled woman you can be. You feel the droplets of sweat cascading down your spine, and his own heat enveloping you as a second skin. He chuckles, and slams his hips with a harsher pace, one of his hands coming between the two of you, only to play with your swollen clit.

“I didn’t know you could be such a glutton, even for sex,” He growls with a sensual voice, his tongue playing with your earlobe, now that you’re all plastered against him. He rolls his thumb over your clit, focused on your reaction. “Come on, don’t you want to be louder than this?”

Oh, he can’t help but play with you after all, now that his lust is tainted with the desperate need to tease you. You seem completely swept away, and he loves to have you this way. He slows his pace, only to have the privilege to watch his shaft coming and going so gently inside of you, his thumb sometimes coming down to coat more of your wetness.

“You really wanted me, do you?” He whispers against your skin, gentle kisses dropped in the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I bet I can make you come over and over again…”

The sweet promise extracts another plea from your throat, as you move your hips to escort his slow thrusts, teeth digging into the skin of his shoulders. Satisfied to see that you’re not even able to answer, he presses his thumb harder on your clit, suddenly adopting such a quick pace that you can’t help but let loose that promised whimper he has desperately wished to hear. It feels too much! You can’t control yourself anymore, digging your teeth and your nails in his skin, trying your best to muffle those lovely sounds he’s the only one allowed to hear. As you finally reach your own nirvana, Law feels himself quite unable to resist the siren call, your walls clenching his cock so hard, that every of his thrust sends him at the edge of his end. As he kisses you one more time, he eventually follows your lead and cums as well, his growls disappearing in your mouth. After a moment when the both of you ride out your orgasms, he eventually pulls out, and wraps his hands behind your back.

“Are you okay?” He asks, almost tenderly, hoping you don’t regret what just happened between the two of you.

“Yes,” you reassure with a firm nod, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “But I’m so sleepy right now…,”

He smirks and rolls his eyes, creating a room around you both, and holding you tighter than before. He can’t believe you almost made him believe that you weren’t sleepy… Well, for once, he doesn’t wish to scold you anymore. That’s probably for the best, if the two of you can get some sleep at this point.

“Not in my room…” You mumble one more time, eyes peering up with a certain authority.

For Law though, you only look like a demanding kitten, not that frightening but terribly cute, and he eventually sighs.

“I guess for once, I’ll give you the privilege to use the captain’s cabin.”

As you disappear from the kitchen, the two of you plastered together, Law intimates himself that it can’t be the only night you share together. Right there, with the warmness of your body against him, he begins to realise that you won’t ever be just a guest for him…

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