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Law was nervous. He didn’t want to mess up this moment, the most intimate moment in his life: making love to the woman who taught him that touch is okay. That gentleness is allowed, not earned.
“Feel. Feel me, feel this. Us.” You said quietly.
You made moves. He made moves. You two made love. And as you slept soundly next to him, head on his bare chest and one leg slung over his stomach, he looked up at the ceiling as one of his fingers ran through your hair.
Damn.
A • AFTERCARE
He’s incredibly attentive to your physical needs. He wants to ensure your body is perfectly cared for because he isn’t yet comfortable enough to tell you how much he cares for your heart.
To Law, it’s easier to be a doctor tending to a patient than a boyfriend or husband telling his significant other he cares for you…more than he thought possible.
B • BODY PART
Your hands. My God he loves your damn hands.
When he finally allows himself to touch you, he starts with them. He’ll take your hand in his and just...hold it. He’ll spend an immense amount of time tracing your knuckles with his thumb, committing the physical sensation to memory.
For a man who is constantly on high alert, the act of someone reaching for his hand just to be near—is a massive emotional trigger. If you guide his hand to your face or chest, he’ll go still, his breath catching as he processes the fact that you trust him to be gentle with you.
C • CUM
Cum is messy. And he isn’t a fan of that.
He is rarely caught off guard because of his obsessive planning and need for control. There is always a towel or a specific set of sheets within arm’s reach. He finds the unpredictability of cum an unnecessary distraction from the actual connection. If things get too chaotic, you might see a flicker of genuine anxiety in his eyes until he can restore order.
Be kind and patient. He’s still doing his best.
D • DIRTY SECRET
He has different records of your heartbeat which he took when you’re sleeping. He has specific beats for certain tasks he has to do or if he’s training. Your heartbeat is comforting and grounds him.
When his head is against your chest, he closes his eyes and matches his breathing to yours. It makes him feel closer.
E • EXPERIENCE
Despite his brilliance, Law has issues. Emotionally.
Between the trauma of Flevance, years spent as a child soldier with Doflamingo, and the devastating loss of Corazon, he never had the chance to learn or experience how to be loved.
When you show him genuine affection or tell him you want him, he doesn’t respond like a suave pirate captain; he responds like a confused teenager. He’ll go stiff, look away, or pull his hat down to hide his face. With you, he’s learning a brand-new language (love, gentleness, intimacy) from scratch, and he is terrified of “mispronouncing” his feelings and losing the one person, you, who finally made him feel safe.
F • FAVORITE POSITION
For a man who spent his life looking over his shoulder, the act of being physically close to someone is a nightmare. Spooning is the compromise his heart and his paranoia have reached.
Law is touch starved in a way that is almost physically painful. Spooning allows for maximum amount of skin contact without the intensity of face-to-face gaze. It’s a full-body hug that he can maintain for hours, soaking up your warmth.
Along with spooning, his loves lazy sex. Everything is slow, languid, and driven by touch rather than sight. He’ll keep his eyes closed to soak the friction of your skin, the heat of your neck, and the way your breathing hitches.
Holding you close, forehead resting against your neck, and his lips grazing your skin softly is more than enough for a perfect night.
G • GOOFY
No. Just don’t.
H • HAIR
For a man who almost always wears a hat—using it as both a uniform and a literal shield—his hair represents the version of him that exists behind closed doors.
When you reach for his hair, you aren’t just touching a body part; you are reaching through over a decade of emotional scars (Corazon was the last person to who comforted Law by patting his head). If you continue to stroke his hair, Law will melt into your touch, loving the feeling of a pure heart giving him the comfort he’s been deprived of for many years.
I • INTIMACY
Intimacy with Law is a literal slow burn.
He doesn’t just wake up one day and decide to trust you; he tests the structural integrity of your relationship over and over again until he's convinced it won’t collapse under the weight of his baggage.
So please be gentle and kind with him! 🙏🏽
Intimacy is his greatest act of courage. It is much easier for him to fight a Marine Admiral than it is to tell you he missed you while he was away.
Every inch of emotional ground you gain with him is a hard-won victory. He isn’t being difficult on purpose; he’s just a man who has spent so long being “The Surgeon of Death” that he’s forgotten how to just be Trafalgar Law.
J • JACKING OFF
It is an easy fix for a physical problem, but it offers zero emotional relief. He does it because he has to, but he always finishes wishing he didn’t have to do it alone.
K • KINK
Law would never admit it out loud, but when he sees you with blood splatters from a scrimmage or fighter, or simply cut your finger with a knife, he couldn’t but feel this…pull towards you.
The doctor in him was to tend to you, but that little twitch he has when seeing a single trickle of blood run down your arm somehow turns him on. It doesn’t always happen, but depending on his mood, your blood literally gets his blood going.
L • LOCATION
He is comfiest being intimate in the submarine, specifically his cabin where he knows he is given privacy.
The infirmary? Too public. Everyone uses it.
A closet? It doesn’t have a lock.
In his office? Others like to wander in just to bug him.
M • MOTIVATION
When it comes to you, he is paralyzed by the fear of overstepping. He doesn’t just want consent; he needs a medical-grade confirmation that you want him as much as he wants you. This is why he will almost never move first—he is waiting for you to prove he’s safe to be near.
Once he does receive that clear signal, his motivation shifts entirely. He becomes a man possessed by a single objective: your satisfaction.
N • NO-GO
Law spends his entire day with his back against a wall or his hand on the hilt of Kikoku. When he finally lets someone into his personal space, those instincts don't just disappear; they shift into a state of high alert that you have to adapt.
In other words: no jump surprises or you might get cut or killed.
O • ORAL
Giver: When he is providing pleasure, he is hyper-focused. He watches the way your muscles tense, listens to your breathing, and tracks your heart rate
Receiving: While giving makes him feel powerful and capable, receiving is a more complicated experience for him. It forces him to confront the very thing he usually avoids: being the center of attention.
“You sure.”
“I don’t deserve it.”
And he does! He needs to know you aren’t just doing this because you feel obligated, but because you actually want to.
P • PACE
He savors every single second. He wants to feel the friction of your skin against his. To let you feel every inch of him when you’re fucking, and for him to feel you.
Because he is so touch-starved, a fast pace feels like a waste. He wants to drag out the anticipation and pleasure as long as possible His slowness is his way of proving to himself that this is actually happening, that he isn’t dreaming or hallucinating.
That you’re real, not imagination.
Q • QUICKIE
Hates them. No connection.
R • RISK
He avoids making love publicly.
Completely.
Getting caught or interrupted makes him tense, and pulls him out of the moment entirely. Besides, the moment is between you two only.
S • STAMINA
Law is a man of extremes. His body is a temple of discipline, but his heart? Beating up a couple pirates? No problem. He can go on.
But emotionally? Trying to keep up those walls? Not so much. After a moment of genuine connection, Law hits his mental bandwidth. ): he needs emotional reset hand-holding or forehead presses.
T • TOYS
If you want one, he’ll find you the best one the world has to offer. But, it comes with the consequence of him being clingier after you use it because he’s worried of getting “replaced”.
U • UNSPOKEN
Law knows exactly where your reset button is. He’ll lean in to whisper something but do it in a way that he knows makes your knees weak.
One of his most unfair tactics is his silence. He will stare at you with and watch until you get flustered, and offer absolutely nothing in return. He wants you to break first.
V • VOICE
As a man who values silence and precision, he doesn’t waste words. He uses it to maintain control of the situation, but it’s also the one thing he can’t entirely fake. You can tell exactly how much he’s struggling to remain in control by the way he clips his words or the way his breath hitches between sentences.
So, one night, as you rode him in bed, touching his skin and tracing his tattoos, he brought his hands to your sides and followed your curves.
“Fu—damn—” he starts.
“Problem, Law?”
“No. No problem.”
W • WILD CARD
A wildcard is when Law talks.
Actually. Talks.
To you.
X • X-RAY
He is an expert at spotting “damage” in others because he is broken himself. He can see the tension in your shoulders when you have bad day or fatigued after fighting. He doesn’t have the words to fix it, but he notices.
Y • YEARNING
Because he is so touch-starved, his body is hyper-aware of your absence. When you aren’t around, he’ll just wait for you to come back 🥹
He won’t tell you how much he misses you. He’ll just stand a little closer, and stay a little longer once he finally has you in his arms.
Z • ZZZZ
Law doesn’t just lie next to you. He hooks an arm over your waist or tucks his face into the crook of your neck. Even in his sleep, he is making sure you’re still there. If you try to move, he’ll usually tighten his grip or pull you in closer.
the most. beautiful piece of writing. ive ever seen for law. i’m not even glazing, this genuinely just made me fall in love with him x1000 again. i can’t this is so beautiful 🥹
You’re naked against him, skin hot and your thighs bracketing his hips as you grind down with no hesitation. Law’s breath stuttered the moment he felt you: wet, tight, unmistakably real. His cock was already hard, aching between you and leaking against your skin.
“Fuck,” he groaned, voice wrecked.
Your hands braced on his shoulders as you sank down onto him, slow enough to make it torture. He felt every inch slide in, the drag, the stretch, the way his body jerks at the sensation like it’s been waiting for you all along. His fingers dug into your hips, keeping you fully seated, buried deep.
You started moving—rolling your hips, squeezing around him, and he lost the last of his composure.
His head tipped back, as he muttered, voice shaking, “Shit...just like that,” he paused, “just like that.”
The dream went on. You rode him harder, faster, the wet sounds between you obscene in the quiet cabin. Every thrust sent sparks up his spine, his cock throbbed and twitched inside you as pressure built relentlessly.
He’s was close. Embarrassingly close.
You leaned down, and whispered his name against his ear, and did it. His hips jerked up instinctively, chasing friction, control completely gone. His body tightened, pleasure flowing through him in waves as he groaned as the pressure inside him built up.
Then, his eyes opened.
Law gasped, hips jerking uselessly at the air, cock throbbing as he finished in reality, cum slicking his stomach and the sheets beneath him. He heaved his chest as sweat cooled on his skin, the aftershocks leaving him shaky and flushed.
For a long moment, he just lies there, stunned by how real it felt.
“…unbelievable,” he muttered, jaw tight.
The worst part wasn’t the mess.
It’s knowing that when he saw you later—fully clothed, completely innocent—his body is going to remember exactly how you felt wrapped around him in his dream and want it again.
your luffy headcanons are soooo good & so comprehensive!!! i would love to hear your thoughts on law
OH MY GOD ANON I DIDNT EVEN SEE THIS FOR THE LONGEST TIME 😭😭 im so so so so sorry 😢
thank you so much!! 🥹 i hope you’re still around my account so you get to find out that YES i would love to share my thoughts on law, i’ve had a LOT as of recent 😫
I THINK I’LL DO A HEADCANON LIST!! ohmygosddddd i would love that 🤤 keep ur eyes peeled 👀👀
again, i’m so sorry i didnt even see this until now 😔 i hope you’ll forgive me!
as a little apology gift from me:
• law is 1000000000% a virgin in all things romantic, absolutely no way he’s experienced with this kind of thing. that’s why it comes as such a huge shock when he realises he’s head over heels for you. he’s a doctor. he’s well familiar with body reactions.
and there seems to be no medical reason for his heart palpating so fast in your presence other than one ailment. he’s caught the sickness of love- only for you.
• runs his finger down your body and names the bones his finger lands on when he pauses (🤤)
• another woman approaches him? he shoots her the scariest death stare you’ve ever seen him give. his eyes are dark- intense. like someone pulled a shadow over his eyes, despite the lighting in the room staying exactly the same. he’s honed in on her, but not in the way you’d expect. it’s belittling. devoid of any warmth. no- he could never look at another the way he does for you. his eyes are as cold as ice, pupils shrinking.
she looks as pale as a sheet of paper.
“back off.” he almost spits, and she stumbles as she scurried back.
then he looks back to you. his pupils dilate, and his gaze instantly melts. you stare back, a little gobsmacked.
“…law, what was that?” you mutter, eyebrows pinched quizzically. sure, of course you didn’t want women approaching him. but she looked like she could near enough faint.
he just hums lightly in response.
“i’ve already forgotten.”
OKAYYYYY I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY 😗 consider this a preview, i think i might get to writing my hcs for law rn! 😋
suguru practically strangles you when the two of you are sleeping
you’re in bed with your boyfriend, your face buried in his bare chest. his strong arms were wrapped tight around you, his frame curled around yours.
he just loves how small and warm you are, and the feeling of your breath falling in little wisps against his skin.
“baby. c’mere.” he whispered sleepily, pulling you impossibly closer against his chest.
“m’literally as close to you as possible, sugu.” you mutter in response, squirming a little in his grasp, attempting to get comfortable while your furnace of a boyfriend is wrapped around you.
not to mention, it’s already swelteringly hot in your apartment, and your big muscly boyfriend’s vice grip around you is not helping.
he lets out a quiet chuckle against your hair as you attempt to escape.
“suguruuu,” you whine, opting to try to pry his arms from around you instead. “you’re actually burning me.”
“oh, so you don’t like cuddling with me now?”
“it’s not that, baby. i just enjoy my mobility.”
he loosens his hold by a fraction. “that better for you, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low and sleepy and entirely serious.
you just sigh, giving into the fact that you’ll never be able to win against him, but you know that you’re right where you want to be.
ᝰ.ᐟ choso begging you to squeeze him with your thighs while eating you out ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
"ah—cho, please—"
the words broke apart in your throat, dissolving into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed softly in the quiet bedroom. you gripped the damp bedsheets on either side of your head, your knuckles turning white as his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deep stroke right over your clit.
he was relentless. he had been down there for what felt like hours, his heavy, rhythmic hums vibrating right through your skin every time you cried out his name.
"f-fuck—feels so good," you gasped, your hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, chasing the friction of his mouth. "right there—please..."
choso didn't speak. he only let out a low, dark growl of approval against your wet cunt, his large hands sliding up the insides of your thighs to hold you open wider. the deliberate, heavy rhythm of his mouth was blurring your vision, driving you past your absolute limit.
every lick was perfectly calculated, heavy and soaked with intention, until a particularly sharp, blinding wave of pleasure rippled straight through your spine.
your body reacted before your mind could register it. seeking an anchor against the overwhelming sensation, your thighs clamped shut instinctively, trapping his head securely between them.
choso let out a muffled, surprised sound against your folds, the sudden restriction cutting off his breath.
panicking, you immediately opened your legs back up, your breath hitching as your face burned with embarrassment. "oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—i wasn't thinking—"
"don't," he cut you off, his voice raspy, deeper, and rougher than you had ever heard it. he looked up, his dark eyes dilated so wide they looked almost entirely black, a faint, dark flush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheekbones.
he gripped the insides of your knees, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessiveness that made your blood run hot. "shit—do it again."
"w-what? but i—"
"please," he begged, the word slipping out with a desperate, breathless edge that made your stomach flip. his chest was heaving. "squeeze me again. oh fuck—just like that, baby. lock your legs."
the raw hunger in his expression made it impossible to refuse. slowly, hesitantly, you brought your thighs back together, locking him in place once more, applying a firm, steady pressure against his neck.
a low, ragged groan escaped him, vibrating directly against your sensitive bud. he buried his face back into you, his tongue working with a newfound, frantic intensity that completely derailed your thought process. "harder," he mumbled against your pussy, his hands sliding up to your hips, fingers bruisingly tight as he anchored you. "squeeze harder, baby."
you complied, tightening your hold, completely overwhelmed by the blinding intensity of it. you were caught so deeply in the throes of your own approaching climax that the world narrowed down to just the pressure of your legs and the wicked, relentless motion of his mouth.
because of the sensory overload, you didn't notice the subtle, rhythmic motion beneath you at first. you didn't realize that with every tight squeeze of your thighs restricting his airflow, choso was heavily, desperately humping his clothed length straight into the mattress. he was completely losing himself in the friction, his hips rolling in a tight, frantic pattern against the sheets, riding the intoxicating sensation of being choked by you.
your climax hit like a freight train, your walls pulsing violently around his tongue as a loud cry left your lips. you squeezed him tight, your thighs locking like a vice as you rode the wave.
right as you peaked, choso let out a choked, broken sound. his whole body went rigid beneath you. his hips gave one last, hard, desperate shove into the mattress, his fingers digging so deeply into your hips it was almost painful. he trembled violently, his breath catching in a long, shuddering gasp as he buried his face entirely in your thigh, hiding himself away as he spent.
as the sparks in your vision began to fade and your breathing slowed, you gradually loosened the grip of your legs. choso slumped forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow pants.
it was only then, as the quiet returned to the room, that you noticed the heavy, uneven thumping of his heart against your leg, and the distinct, damp heat pressing through the fabric of his trousers right where he had been pinning himself to the bed.
you blinked down at him, your hand coming up to rest in his dark hair. "cho...?"
he didn't move for a long moment, completely spent, his shoulders still twitching slightly. when he finally looked up, his face was completely flushed, eyes heavy and hooded with a profound, dazed satisfaction. he swallowed hard, a sheepish but utterly dark look in his eyes as he realized you had figured it out. he hadn't even touched himself; he had finished purely from the friction of the bed and the suffocating pressure of your thighs.
"told you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper as he leaned up to kiss your jaw, completely unbothered by his own ruined state. "i liked it."
