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[newnlovesjennie]

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☆⋆。𖦹°‧ LEE !! they/she ,,, im an 19 yr old in nyc <3 dm 2 be friends !! 

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𖦹 no oc stuff, no real people, no inc3st, no p3do stuff

𖦹 i can do reader insert stuff !!  i can write smut !! fandoms i will write for include: one piece, naruto, bnha, nge, jjk, bsd, kny, csm, fe3h

[newnlovesjennie]

★ DAY 7 ; CRIMSON ANGEL ⋆ DOUMA

content warning : bloodplay, slightly dead dove, owner/pet dynamics, dubcon, degradation, biting, gagging, praise, cannibalism mention, dacryphilla, douma is his own warning <3 a/n : this may be the nastiest thing i've ever written. enjoy!

“come here, sweetheart. why do you look so scared?”

you stand across the room from him, head lowered, not in respect, but rather from fear. you’re a slayer, or at least, you used to be, before you were unlucky enough to run into upper moon two. he defeated you with ease, and decided to spare your life. your life, in exchange for being his pet. 

douma is sitting on his little makeshift throne, over many pillows and wistful curtains. you make your way across to him, tears beginning to pool in your eyes at the mere sight of him. why did you have to be so weak? why couldn’t you have ran away? 

none of that mattered when his hand cupped your cheek, raising your head to look at him. he was beautiful, there was absolutely no doubt in that. his ethereal eyes stared at yours, now watery, and he pouted. 

“my angel, why are you crying? i treat you well!” he said, moving his thumb to wipe the wetness that stained your cheek. were he anyone else, it could be seen as romantic and endearing. but he is a demon, and demon are scum. (at least, that’s what you’ve been trying to tell yourself) 

you ignore the flip your stomach does when he kisses your temple, with enough affection it might fool an onlooker. but you’re not stupid. you know why he called you here. 

he drags you onto his lap, both hands steady on your waist, lifting you like you weigh nothing. he kisses you, with the savageness of a pure demon and the false affection of a manipulator wearing a beloved’s mask. you kiss back, like its all you know.

he pulls away before leaving kisses along your jaw, when suddenly his sharp teeth drag across the curve of your neck, leaving a thick line of blood in its wake. you cry out, the stinging pain being too much to bear, as he licks the droplets of crimson as they fall down your chest. 

“you taste delicious, love!” he exclaims. “here, why don’t you try?” 

tears fall from your eyes as two fingers lap up a considerable amount of blood from your neck, and you open your mouth to protest, but he uses that as an opportunity to shove his fingers down your throat. you gag, mouth feeling full, as the metallically taste of your own blood is too much to fathom. 

“i could eat you,” he begins, tone becoming serious, “and leave nothing behind. aren’t you grateful, my angel?” his fingers slide out of your mouth, smearing a disgusting combination of your blood and spit all over your chin. “aren’t you grateful for what i do to you?” 

you desperately pant for air, regaining some of your fight-or-flight senses and try to pull away. its futile, of course, but your neck cranes out just slightly that droplets of your blood pour onto the wooden floor underneath you two. 

“aw, that won’t do!” douma chides. “your body is a temple. you should treat it as such, right?” he gently smiles, before gripping the back of your head and shoving it to the floor. “i won’t have you waste it! that’ll teach you to treat yourself better next time, right?”

your brain can’t even begin to process the disgusting act he is asking of you before you timidly open your mouth and begin lapping up the floor. the taste of your blood is as awful as it was before, but you do as you’re told, and stick out your tongue to him to prove you swallowed it all. 

“my, what a disgusting girl! did you really think you had any purpose in life besides being a slut?” he asks in faux awe, caressing your hair as he looks down on you.

“crawl back on, love, you know what to do. put that mouth to good use again. don’t disappoint me~”

[newnlovesjennie]

kerdly brainrot is real. dare i say best ship

[newnlovesjennie]

you are anonymous, i am a concrete wall

zoro/sanji

tags: heavy angst, angst with no happy ending, unreciprocated love, canon divergence, pretty ooc honestly i took a LOT of liberties with zoro, toxic yaoi

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kind, is what zoro really thought when he first saw him. surely, kinder than i’ll ever be.

his eyes (windows of the soul, as some may say) are two identical onyxes, resting under a ridiculous swirl he calls his eyebrows. sometimes, when sanji is looking off, he’d just stare, trying to see through those dumb eyes of his. he’d instantly look away the minute sanji’s gaze drifted to his, of course, but in the lingering moments before, zoro swore he could see something deeper. as utterly ridiculous as that may sound.

they’d butt heads and play fight and the whole crew would laugh about it like a big family. zoro swore to himself that he was content with just that, and nothing more. (looking back, he almost wished he kept sanji at that distance, kept seeing him one-dimensionally and nothing more. but like most things in life, connections are cardinal. the love-cook just had to push it.)

crewmates, nothing more. they were just crewmates, even when sanji would flick his cigarette’s ashes over the merry’s rail while zoro’s secrets split through his mouth like a waterfall. his tight lips stayed shut for even the most intrusive people, and yet, his aloofness wavered with the blonde. (a part of him knew that of all people, sanji wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. deep down, he knew sanji wouldn’t ask questions. he knew sanji would simply understand. he’d die before admitting that, of course.) as promised, sanji simply took a drag and gazed onto the horizon. he didn’t bother responding to what zoro said, instead opting to reveal his own untold affairs.

zoro didn’t ask questions. sanji knew he wouldn’t. they were just crewmates.

the strawhats, in all their glory, had finally gotten themselves mixed up with an emperor. while zoro and the others were at dressrosa cleaning up law’s daddy issues, sanji had ran away in a pathetic attempt of self sacrifice, of course, one that zoro saw through instantly. (ingloriously, a part of him wanted to accompany luffy to whole cake island to see sanji at his most vulnerable.)

at times like these, zoro’s soul began to break. at times like these, zoro became plagued with the notion that they weren’t simply crewmates, and they weren’t simply brothers, either. even amidst the heat of his fight with kaido’s first mate, he could still hear the twinge of vulnerability in sanji’s voice over the transponder snail asking him to kill him after the fight. zoro wondered why sanji phoned him, out of all people. he told himself that perhaps it was because he knew he would actually follow through. but in the back of his mind, he knew it was because he knew zoro understood.

“the fight was tough.” zoro admits later, elbows resting upon the wooden railing of a serene terrace just outside the festival. he was relishing in a moment of silence amidst the chaotic strawhats celebratory party for the liberation of wano, with a certain cook sharing his space with a cloud of smoke.

sanji took a drag, spiral eyebrows slightly raised at zoro’s confession. wanting to keep the conversation laced with their lighthearted tone of rivalry, he quipped “for someone as weak as you? ha! i’m sure it was.”

this time around, though, zoro didn’t take the bait. his gaze remained fixed on the horizon before them. he’d found himself reacting more like this as of late. what on earth was the matter with him? “the fight was tough, not jus’ because of my opponent. i remembered some people from my past, while the fight was happenin’.” zoro said. “changed my view on a couple things.”

picking up his insistence for a tone of retrospection, sanji took a long inhale of his cigarette. “well… the same thing happened with me. kaido’s got a real fucked-up crew, if you ask me.” sanji paused. “a couple bootlickers without an ounce of humanity left in ‘em.”

sanji sighs. “y’know, mosshead, it’s kinda a relief we’re both guys. don’t get me wrong, i adore nami and robin, but i swear, they always insists on these heart-to-hearts with me, claims it’ll help me and my emotions!” he ruffles his hair before locking eyes with zoro. “women are perfection, but they just don’t get it. we gotta be harder than they have to be, y’know?.”

brothers.

sanji continues, “i’ve never seen you cry since that time at the baratie, mosshead. how do you do it?” he smiled, his face glistening with a strange level of admiration for something zoro never expected to be praised for. by him, at the very least. the love-cook, the idiot insistent on letting his emotions reign free. zoro was used to being the rock of the strawhats, the one without their eyes wet from tears. after all, someone needed to there guide luffy in his inevitable bouts of emotional whirlwinds. it was simply his duty as first mate. and yet, hearing that from sanji left a strange sense in his heart. sanji, the man he’d somehow grown to be vulnerable with, was praising him for his lack of it.

zoro’s heart changed after that. the ache in the back of his mind had become painted with the implications of something new, something scary. sanji’s marathons after women had begun to stung, and seeing his hand extend to anyone but zoro tainted his mouth with the foul taste of envy. his heart, whether sanji knew it or not, was opened to the other man. zoro didn’t mean for it to happen. he wished he could take it back. their roles were never meant to change. zoro would remain the unmovable wall, devoid of emotions, and sanji would be the opposite. zoro would forget the moment he stepped outside of those lines and let his soul go where it cannot. he had to.

resigned to a life of a half empty heart, zoro continues to chug the bottle in his hand. he understands the period of grief had come far too late, after years and years of repressions and denials, but he allows himself this much. sanji extends his hand to him out of concern, as the kind-hearted bastard he is, but zoro resists the urge to take it. why sully their brotherhood and duality as wings of the pirate king just because sanji won’t reciprocate his disgusting feelings? my crewmate. my brother. my lover. my sanji.  none of those words fit right in zoro’s mind. sanji isn’t any of those, he’s something different. he’s all of the above. he’s nothing. he’s everything.

the future's unwritten, the past is a corridor i’m at the exit, lookin' back through the hall you are anonymous, i am a concrete wall

[newnlovesjennie]

so irl dostoevsky’s whole thing was abt how important love is and fuck nihilism n all that,,,, i wonder how that’ll connect with bsd fyodor and the ending of bsd overall. a lot of ppl bring up the theory that aya will save the world bc of brams promise and i can so see that

i remember talking with someone on ao3 abt this but given how many years fyodor has been alive he’s definitely a little mentally fucked over, i feel like bsd’s ending will revolve around fyodor himself somehow surrendering, whether that’s from aya or atsushi is still idk…..

one of crime and punishment’s biggest themes was ordinary vs extraordinary ppl and a critique of that, and that could be manifested in bsd through ability users being the apparent “extraordinary” and thus having their egos inflated, OR

fyodor himself being raskolnikov in the book, originally viewing himself as “extraordinary”, before coming to the realization that he can’t withstand the mental pressure required for that

but idk!

[newnlovesjennie]

𖦹 writings

i feel i'm falling in love with all my heart (sanji/reader

jesus christ 2005 god bless america (bill/ford)

make love as soft as cinnamon (sanji/reader)

midnight rain (sanji/nami)

never let go (sasuke/sakura)

whoever said it’s better to love and lose never loved and lost you (kaworu/shinji)

[newnlovesjennie]

☆ headcanons

op hcs: how they propose (with luffy, zoro, sanji and usopp)

op hcs: having a self care day with them (with zoro, sanji, and usopp)

op hcs: taking a shower with them (with luffy, zoro, sanji, nami and usopp)

songs i associate with the strawhats (with usopp and sanji)

op hcs: what kind of music do they listen to? (with all strawhats)

one piece hs au- do they do drugs? (with luffy, nami, usopp, sanji and zoro)

one piece prom headcanons (with luffy, zoro, nami, usopp and sanji)

au where nothing wrong happened (with nami, law, zoro and robin)

[newnlovesjennie]

in a world as degrading and dangerous for women as the one piece world, nami serves as a symbol of hope to all girls that women can be free too. most civilian women in the op world have to be wary of what streets they go down, lest they get kidnapped and sold into the multi-island human trafficking circle that dominates the seas. they worry if one day they could run into a celestial dragon and on a whim, he’d decide to make her his personal pet, with no regard to her autonomy. women are labeled as weaker, as less conventional to be a pirate,,

and then you have nami. nami, the trustee of the most dangerous man in the world. nami, the fearless navigator that flew her crew to the sky. nami, the girl that broke herself free from the chains of her abuser and simultaneously freed her entire village. nami, the free spirit that punches men for being perverts while maintaining her femininity and glamour, because women don’t have to be less female to be badass.

god i love oda sm

[newnlovesjennie]

jesus christ 2005 god bless america

take this billford dribble!! (my one piece followers please look away)

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“i’m in love but i’m feeling alone, for i am just a footprint in the snow”

“fortunately i believe, lucky me / i’m searching for planes in the sea, that’s irony”

ford became accustomed to sitting on his work desk, back hunched over a delicate equation that becomes more confusing the more he tackles it. his lab was his habitat, and where he’d spend a good majority of his time, lost in the wonders of science that enticed him since he was a kid.

it was lonely, excruciatingly lonely, of course, until his muse came along. he need not retell the pure beauty his muse brought into his life, for ford had no one to prove himself to, let alone anyone to judge his love. suddenly, he began embracing the loneliness brought with working in a shack in the middle of a small town, he embraced the feeling of avoiding the judgmental remarks of his peers, the rejection and bullying he faced in high school and undoubtedly expected to face while working. finally, after so long, he was able to love, to love completely and tenderly, without a care in the world.

but is it really a blessing? bill cipher proved himself to be the light in ford’s life, but was this really best for him? he could love, yes, he could expel his praises and devotion, grasp the virtue of worship, but he must acknowledge that he would never receive any of it back. he could preach as much as he wanted, but the multidimensional god would never have any reason to show it back. in the grand scheme of it all, ford is nothing, he’s as simple and minuscule as a snowflake in a palm. he’d lived his life as an outcast, unable to blend in, someone special, but with bill he was quickly reminded of how minute he truly is.

it’s funny, honestly, trying to claim his relationship with bill is anything more than a god and his worshipper. ford would be lying if he said he didn’t spend some nights daydreaming like a schoolgirl of what it could be if they were reborn in another world, one where bill is flesh and blood like him, where ford can actually reach out and touch him. a world where they’re equals, where they can go on dates and celebrate anniversaries and kiss and whatever else it is that couples can do. 

ford is touch starved, desperate, and lonely, and yet he’s madly in love with a demon that feels no emotion. the bitter irony isn’t lost on him, and yet he refuses to relent on his commitment. bill was a masterpiece, his blessing, his god, and there’s no universe where he wouldn’t express that, despite the lack of reciprocation.

[newnlovesjennie]

im sorry one piece fandom i will get back to writing fics once my soul crushing gravity falls hyperfixation wears off

[newnlovesjennie]

gear five haters are truly so strange. do you understand how powerful and terrifying uninhibited chaos is? it’s such mayhem that an anime style suddenly switches to a cartoony esc fashion mid battle, it’s one of the most powerful villians to date getting plummeted by looney toons gags. the surrealism of everyone in onigashima looking up to see a reincarnation of a god laughing, wielding the power of pure pandemonium, existing as the freest man to ever exist.

[newnlovesjennie]

“the strange was always attracted to me.”

“he was destined for more.”

“or perhaps you’re just attracted to things that hurt you.”

“my blessed muse.”

“were we even partners?”

“to put your hand in fire and not get burned, this is a feeling like no other.”

“he’s a feeling like no other.”

“i think i’m starting to like you, bill”

“i once considered him the center of my life, the sun in my galaxy.”

[newnlovesjennie]

erm chat i left twitter cus the zosan lusan community was toxic i didn’t know it was like that on tumblr

[newnlovesjennie]

when the hyperfixation so bad you gotta sculpt him out of clay

[newnlovesjennie]

☆ make love as soft as cinnamon

sanji/reader

tags: weed usage, fluff, modern au, smoking together, make out sessions, getting high, lightweight sanji and lightweight reader

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given your boyfriend’s compulsion for smoking cigarettes, you were quite taken aback when discovering that sanji had never tried smoking anything else. sheepishly, he admitted he’d been a faithful subscriber to nicotine and nothing more, not even the special green leaf his friends so deeply love.

(cigarettes were so 1900s. i mean, did he not see the anti-smoking ads that were rampant in the 2000s? did they not have that in france…?)

so when you proposed smoking it with him for the first time, he was slightly reluctant, though he eventually accepted. if you had to guess, it might’ve been because he was afraid of embarrassment. you two had just started dating, after all.

once his shift at your neighborhood restaurant the baratie ended and you secured the buds needed, you two were nestled together on your shared bed, blankets sprawled underneath your knees.

you were crushing the bud with your fingertips, while sanji insisted he could roll up, due to his experience with rolling cigars. you giggled and reminded him how much an eighth costed in this economy, and how he should leave the preparations to the experts.

blunt rolled and placed in between your fingers, you flicked open his lighter and took a hit. passing it to sanji, you cherished the burning sensation as it went down your throat and encompassed your whole body, filling you with heat. embarrassingly, it had been a while since you’d been high, so the affects were immediately kicking in, as you could feel your legs become lighter and your mouth get dry.

sanji passed it back, face slightly tensed from the foreign taste and feeling. you took another hit, letting the leaf do its course through your system, tingling your body in just the right ways and making your head all fuzzy.

after a couple hits, you looked up to see your boyfriend’s state, and suppressed a laugh from erupting. he was completely stupefied, eyes staring at the wall, red as his nosebleeds. his mouth was parted, lips slightly dry, as you could see his brain trying to process everything around him.

you dragged your fingertips under his chin, brushing against his facial hair and snapping him back to reality. he gave you a dopey smile, causing you to laugh even harder. your limbs were feeling lighter by the second, so you opted to nuzzle your head into his chest, with your arms around his waist. he rested his chin on your head, hands coming up to ruffle your hair, saying “you feel extra fluffy, (name)-chan…. i wanna lie like this with you… for a really long time….”

rubbing your back, you felt his hands attempt to massage and hold every part of you, as if his hands had a magnetic pull to you. you lifted your head, to meet his dazed out expression once more, before his lips crashed into yours.

the instant relief was felt by both parties, the cottonmouth fixed. sparks began flying like it was your twos first kiss, the shared warmth between your bodies becoming a comfort. you felt weighed down by something heavy, like a pile of molasses, and it was his kiss that kept you solid.

he flipped you over, your back to the bed, and his arms caging over your shoulders. “i should’ve figured this would make you horny”, you laughed. he literally melted into your next kiss, and your hands interlocked like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

he swallowed, noses brushing, “i wanna feel all of you… all of you, is that okay? let me feel you, love, for the rest of the night….”

pt 2?

[newnlovesjennie]

i feel i’m falling in love with all my heart

sanji/reader

cws: past abuse

tags: healing, vaginal fingering, gentle kissing, hurt/comfort, fluff, sanji is a sweetheart

summary: your patient boyfriend helps you through your journey of healing, one step at a time.

a/n: this is my first smut, so pleasee go easy on me :D

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slender, pale fingers caress your face, cupping the chub of your cheek while your lover leans in deeper to indulge himself more in the depths of your mouth, the kiss you two share becoming deeper and deeper by the second.

sanji, for all his perverted tendencies, took his absolute time with you when it came to intimacy. he’s still recovering from the fact that you wanted him to be your boyfriend;

and he was no particular stranger to your past, he’d seen the way you tensed up when a certain man’s name was brought up, the way you’d flinch when he made any sudden movements. his heart shattered into a million pieces the moment he saw how guilt ridden and distraught you looked when you asked him at the start of your relationship if it’s okay if the two of you could take it slow, as if you were depriving him of something he was deserved. rest assured, he gave plenty of much needed reassurance that you’d be in complete control this time, that it would all go on your pace.

now, he could feel the two of you falling deeper and deeper into your shared frenzy, your tongue exploring his mouth and his hands had now moved to your waist. you two had been making steady progress in terms of intimacy, but had yet to breach the one, important base.

“can i touch you down there, my love?” sanji asked, breaking the kiss between the two of you. you were lying on your back, head to the headboard, embarrassingly grinding on his thigh. you nodded, diving back in to his kiss, one hand traveling down to remove your underwear.

slow and cautious as ever, he rubbed gentle circles on your clit, his delicate fingers getting to work on indulging the masterpiece that is your pussy. in between moans, soft kisses to your collarbone, and his other hand massaging the plush of your breast, you could feel yourself building up to your orgasm. you shot out your hand to stop his, hard at work at pleasing you.

sanji stilled, worried he’d gone too far, or that you’d start having flashbacks. but instead, you looked up at him with your soft, glossy eyes, and said his name, “sanji….” you panted, “i… i wanna go all the way this time. i-i want you to fuck me, sanji-kun.”

he certainly wasn’t expecting that, and his heart began beating fast at the potential prospect of being buried in you, finally being able to make love to you. another part was, of course, worried, “are you sure, ma chérie?” he asked, concerned on if you’d regret this later.

your hand that stilled his extracted his fingers from your warmth, interlocking your digits and pressing encouraging circles with the pad of your thumb. “i-i’ve been thinking about it for a while…. i’m-i’m ready now.” you said, with the tone of confidence he always loved hearing.

you had yet to delve into the past traumas that plagued you to sanji, but he decided you’d cross that road when you’d gotten there. he trusted you like no other, and accepted that you must have some plan in your head on how to go about all this. “all right, beauty.” sanji said, concealing his excitement about fucking you. this night was about you, more than anything.

“you’re my beloved, (name), and i’ll gladly treasure you until i die”, he breathes out, “any man who does otherwise is a fool and nothing less. you’re a treasure.”

[eelnoise]

beset fixation (nsfw!)

trafalgar law x gn!strawhat!reader cw: smut, possessive law, law struggles w/ feelings, soft law, piv sex, implied situationship, emotional law an: so in my head this takes place in wano, and is kind of a heat of the moment emotional type thing. in my head law's stupid slutty kimono is draped around his shoulders btw hehe tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @themushroomofdeath @risenwrites

Law is obsessed with you.

It eats at him, gnaws into his flesh like sharpened teeth. He feels childish, as if being played for a fool - but the fact of the matter is that you’ve clawed your way into his head. Law finds himself aching with an inexplicable pain that he cannot seem to mend on his own, one that snaps any strands of rationality in two and has him second, third, and fourth guessing his own words.

You’re a Strawhat. After this business is done and accounted for and the alliance ends, you’ll be enemies once again.

Yet Law can’t escape the deep-seated, profound, and frankly infuriating way you linger around in his mind. His inner thoughts speak in your voice, perfectly mimicking every single subtle nuance and tonal shift of the words you’ve spoken to him prior. He longs for your presence, even if he cannot reason with why. The only thing that Law has gleaned is that you are the root problem of it all - and he needs to let you go for his own sake.

Then why now does he have you upon hands and knees, back arched perfectly and covered in sweat while he buries himself as deep inside of you as he can?

Lithe fingers cup at your hips to keep you in place, tips digging into the pliant flesh with enough force to bruise twice over. Law’s pace is ruthless, pouring every single one of his feelings into you with every harsh thrust of his hips - and you still just don’t get it. Are you truly this oblivious to his behavior? How he craves the taste of your skin or the touch of your hands? He all but froths at the mouth when you’re with one of your crewmates, jaw clenching and fists balling at the thought of you leaving with them - leaving him behind.

Law grits his teeth in frustration, and takes it out with a rough smack to your ass. Your cry of ecstasy doesn’t go unnoticed, and his hold on you tightens further when your walls flutter against his cock. He can feel himself start to crumble, and with each salaciously delicious sound you spew he borders further and further off the edge of reality. 

What’s stopping him from keeping you, really?

He could have you whenever he wanted – your touch and body available at the drop of a coin. Nevermore would he need to feel the crushing burden of your absence, to mend the seams of woe that have frayed into his nerves. Try as he might to fight it, this burning desire is kindled when you're with him. 

And now, with you at his mercy beneath him, all thoughts feel like lies. Law feels his will breaking, and for a moment he casts logic aside. The smiles, the laughter, the vivid conversations you've shared – he wants them all to himself. It's selfish,and yet it can't be helped. 

Law's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your voice. Pleas of finality reach his ears – soft, shaky cries of delirium emanating from your tongue. He knows what you want, and he isn’t about to give you what you want. Not yet.

He slips out of you then, giving you a much needed but very much unwanted moment of reprieve that's cut short before you can even turn your head up toward him in question. Law shifts his hold on your hips and flips you onto your back, hands curling against the undersides of your knees and pressing them toward your chest. Just as he’s realigning himself with you he pauses, unable to stop himself from raising his gaze to yours.

Law inhales sharply and can feel his gaze soften as he looks into your eyes. And in another bout of weakness does his heart leap, a warmth spreading within him that feels so unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He leans forward over your body to quickly capture your lips to his, simultaneously sheathing himself back within you. He swallows both the gasp from your throat as well as his own guilt, indulging himself in the wistful tangle of emotions and limbs that is this moment.

Your tongue eagerly twists into his, your arms coming to cross around his shoulders as if desperate to get as close to him as you can. Law obliges you, wrapping his own arms around your lower back and squeezing you to his chest – though he longs to melt into you entirely. He’s slower now, the rock of his hips beginning to move with more purpose and with an undeniable sense of not-so-hidden sentiment. 

It feels like his sense of self has vanished, and in its place stands someone he doesn’t know. As if the sums of his of attempts at reason had subtracted tenfold. His kiss doesn’t end - save for seconds of breath - slotting your lips together in a long sermon of implicit confessions that are long overdue.

The feeling overtakes him, and soon enough he’s muttering nonsense into your ear about how he needs you and how you make him feel. Telling you all the ways he craves your entire being, how much you’ve changed the way he thinks. It's more than he’s said to anyone at once before, and he doesn’t know – doesn’t care – where it’s coming from.

You reciprocate. It shocks him – the words falling from your tongue should sound foreign, but they don’t. They’re real and they’re raw and they bring Law a comfort he shouldn’t crave.

But he does, he craves it like no other. And hearing your revelation solidifies it.

Law isn’t leaving this country without you by his side.