vanilla bean (law x reader nsfw)
law likes your lip gloss a little too much ;)
wc: 1.5k || masterlist
this was written for the lovely @happy-saiki, who gave me permission to share with all of you! <3
law + lingerie
cw: nsfw, wearing animal ears, law is a lil freak <3, minor pet(?) play (do not keep a snow leopard as a pet)
every night after dinner, you head towards your bedroom, shed your boiler suit, and take a nap, limbs entwined with law's as you both recharge; it was a well-worn ritual, so much so that you don't even think twice about flopping onto your bed as you wait for him until you feel an unfamiliar texture of fabric brushing against your skin. sitting up, you find a set of objects laid out across the comforter that were likely neatly placed before you had crawled into bed without even taking stock of your surroundings.
strewn across the bed were a pair of black thigh-high socks with grey lace at the top, a pair of sheer, grey, crotchless panties, and a pair of snow leopard ears. cheeks heated, your heart catches in your throat as a wave of warmth floods straight to your core. this was just like law, to be so forward and yet so indirect, incapable of coming up with the words to ask you to put this outfit on himself; but he knows you'll do it. as he purposely hangs back in the dining hall, picking at the last few pieces of food on his plate, he can practically see you fussing with your hair in the bathroom mirror in his mind, your body shaking slightly from the cool air running over your bare tits.
nervously, you find yourself a bit self-conscious as you sit on the bed, the clock in the corner ticking unbearably slowly. fidgeting, you adjust your pose and let out a shaky exhale, wanting to look perfect for him when he walks in. however, all the anxiety melts away when he swings the door open and sees you, his stare playful and beyond hungry.
"you look so sexy—so, so pretty." he murmurs between kisses, his voice raspy and deep as his hand slides up from your thigh, away from the hem of your socks and towards your core, and runs two of his inked fingers teasingly along your soaked slit. shivering with delight from the touch, your hips roll forward in an attempt to feel more of him against your sex, though the way his other hand presses yours into the mattress, fingers interlaced, reminds you that law is the one setting the pace this evening.
"so needy..." he muses, sinking just the very tip of his middle finger inside of you before pulling it out and tracing more teasing circles along your entrance. the frustrated whimper you let out only turns his smirk into a crooked grin as he drinks in the sight of you beneath him, cheeks dusted red and wearing those cute little ears.
"how about i make you purr for me? how's that sound?" he whispers in your ear as he sinks a finger inside of you; your response turns into a string of soft whines that please him, but they're not quite the purring sounds he's looking for.
but law is patient as he adds another finger and begins to curl them against your sweet spot, and doesn't mind keeping you here all night until he pulls everything he wants out of you, and then some.
law + calming you down
nothing was right; your chest was wound so tightly that you felt paralyzed, unable to do anything except take shallow, shaky breaths and tremble underneath your covers. though you knew law would provide an ear to listen, there were no words to say, and talking never helped you come out of these fits. guilt begins to course through your veins, feeling like a burden as you feel him stir and emerge from a groggy sleep next to you, but he shows no signs of irritation or annoyance as he turns you around and pulls you close to him, placing a clumsy, half-asleep kiss on your forehead.
the comfort of being wrapped in loving arms is just about the only thing that can quell the coursing worries that have implanted beneath your skin. though your breathing slows and deepens a bit, law can still hear the gears churning in your skull and feel the uneasy vibrations of your bones as you clench your jaw and try in vain to pull yourself together; understanding the feeling all too well, he wishes he could do something to calm you down, to hush the rambling anxious voices between your ears.
and then he gets an idea, pulled from the murky depths of his past.
"silence." he murmurs softly as he places his hand on the top of your head, and just like that, everything is quiet, the deep timbre of his voice pulling your consciousness out of your own mind. the throbbing pain in your head and your ears is replaced with the warmth of law's touch and the gentle rise and fall of his chest that presses against yours.
with a deep inhale that stretches your lungs to the point where it feels like your first breath, you tighten your grip around his waist and mumble a thank you into his skin leaving absentminded kisses anywhere you can reach as the tension in your body eases.
pressing his lips to the top of your head, he buries his face into your hair as you fall back asleep, thinking of corazón—of all of the good parts of their travels—and swallows down the bittersweet, nostalgic thoughts that linger in his mind. law wishes that he could see the two of you now as he holds you the slightest bit closer. content, open, alive, happy—he now had everything that cora-san had ever hoped for him and more.
and right before he drifts off to sleep, he checks once more that you're asleep, comfortable, and above all, calm in his arms, just like he is in yours.
@noawithlovesorry for the wait <3
CW: Pussy Grinding, Needy!Zoro, Established Relationship, L-Bombs, Zoro has a gold chain on☺️
“Fuck me—-!!”
“I already am silly.”
“Shut—ah~”
It’s funny seeing him like this. Not too long ago you seen him save you from some drunk fools that didn’t know what the word “no” meant.
Your boyfriend Zoro of course was never too far from you so the moment he heard your scream his sword was stomach deep in one of ‘em.
Was killing them necessary?
…Zoro would have said yes, but that’s neither here nor there.
Seeing the duality in him was a treat. He’s always known for his powerful aura, the way he carries himself to becoming the strongest swordman, but tonight.
He’s just a man. A man weak for pussy.
