#elliemehl

[chromatic-lamina]

Payback

Light from a high window dappled the table, but Law remained mostly an outline to Marco. A moon-curve of skin, blunt gold earrings, a hand lifting the cup, making a point, as he leaned forward or back. His inked fingers braided the light.

Commission from @elliemehl for my oneshot on AO3, link here. Right click on the picture above and open in new tab and zoom in for the gorgeous details!

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[husbandograveyard]

requested by @elliemehl​ 2nd person genderneutral reader  no warnings, just fluff. 

Your husband was strong. Very strong actually, if not the strongest man you knew. He was also the tallest, the loveliest, the sweetest and most protective man in your life. Honestly, Katakuri was a lot of things. But graceful? That wasn't the first word that popped into your head as you saw him, and especially not right now. 

You hadn’t really thought your plan through. You just heard of an ice skating rink pretty close to home, and you hadn’t done any ice skating since you were little. You remembered how much fun it was, although your mind had selectively forgotten just how bad you were at it. Your skills were still Olympian gold level compared to those of your husband, who was standing on the ice much resembling an overgrown fawn trying to stand up for the very first time. 

Muscled legs unusually shaky, his arms stretched a little to help him keep balance instead of being crossed in front of his chest, his expression was one of pure concentration and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, even though you felt a little bad for dragging him along. He had not been able to resist your puppy eyes when you asked him to go with you on your free day. 

Eventually you redirected him to the side of the rink, where at the very least he could hold onto something, and he apologized as you swiftly skated next to him. You were by no means exceptionally talented on your skates, but you could still move around, stop and turn at will without face-planting in the ice. 

“Oh Kata, please don’t apologize? I am sorry for not keeping in mind that you never did this before. Do you want to get out and go do something else? There’s plenty of other things we can do… there’s a market, I bet they have some churros and hot cocoa, or we can go look for that place that has the square donuts, or-”

You were interrupted by Katakuri softly squeezing your shoulder. “Y/n, don’t worry about me. You wanted to come here, we can skate a little. I can wait outside the rink maybe?”

“No way I am hanging out here without you.” You put a finger to your chin as you pondered over the options, before putting your hand back in his larger one. 

“Let’s just go around” He looked at you confused for a brief second, before you started to very slowly skate forward and gently tugged him along. There was no way that you’d be able to actually drag him along, as he was taller and heavier than you, but it was enough for him to get the hint. Carefully, he followed you, one hand holding yours, the other still firmly placed on the outside of the rink. 

After a few rounds, he gained some confidence, occasionally letting go of the rink, but never letting go of your hand besides the few moments he was afraid to lose his balance again. He didn’t actually lose his balance, but didn’t want to risk dragging you along with him. 

You spent nearly an hour slowly skating around, talking a little and enjoying each other’s presence, before you decided it was enough. Your husband had deserved some of those special square donuts from the shop you had spotted on your way here. 

“Are you sure you want to stop already y/n? You barely did anything” 

“What are you talking about? I got to spend an hour holding hands with you! It was perfect.”

Good thing Katakuri had worn his scarf out in the cold, the red hue spreading across his face as you said that was the final blow his ego didn’t need in public. But then again, he could take anything, as long as it meant that he could spend time like this with you. 

[psychedelic-ink]

A/N: This is a gift for the lovely @elliemehl and she wanted a reader x Katakuri with a dash of sin (tho I might’ve accidentally spilled more then intended) also this is my first time writing for him so hopefully I did him justice! 

This is also a modern AU so Katakuri’s still tall but he’s not like 5 meters xD I hope you enjoy this and wishing you a merry early Christmas! <3

Pairing: fem!reader x Charlotte Katakuri 

Genre: Romance / Lemon

Word Count: 1358k

Warnings: NS.FW , oral (receiving) 

Prompt: Can’t make it for Christmas

Your hands shaking, you closed the phone. A series of emotions befell upon you, sadness, disappointment, anger. Sitting on the couch, you gazed upon the livingroom to witness the hours worth of preparation that you've done. The tree was beautifully decorated, scented candles everywhere and the creme de la creme a table full of Katakuri’s favorite dishes and that wasn’t all, in the oven there were gingerbread cookies baking as you mourned. 

Sighing, you kicked off your slippers and laid on the couch. Of course his mother had to give him an assignment on Christmas, you weren’t surprised at all. That woman never had her children’s good intention in mind, it always had to be about her and the family business. 

Katakuri sounded so hurt too when he told you that he wasn’t going to make it. He knew well that you’ve been working hard to make today perfect.  You stared at the white ceiling, you just wanted him to have a good christmas, eat some delicious food and relax. Why did it always have to be so hard ?

Slowly, your mind started to drift off. After a whole day spent, finally the tiredness of your body reached your brain. 

“I guess a quick nap won’t hurt.” you mumbled as you closed your eyes 

Breathe. Breathe. 

You couldn’t. But you had to. Breathe. 

Heaving, you ran, you saw a glimpse of crimson hair and a tall silhouette. You followed it as you held your chest, you still couldn’t breathe, coughing you fell to the ground. The silhouette disappeared, your surroundings now drowning in complete darkness. Tears stung your eyes, you were scared you wanted to leave. Where were you? 

You felt yourself starting to shake along with the ground you were kneeling on. An earthquake? Light shined upon you, looking up you were blinded by it but fresh air followed and you found that you could finally breathe. You extended your arm, was this an exit? Were you saved? 

“Wake up y/n!” 

“...what?” your voice groggy, you peeled your eyes open. 

Continuing to lay on the couch you tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes. Katakuri was hovering over you, looking down at you with a worried expression. Before you could ask anything you coughed, noticing a certain smell in the air your eyes widened with realization. 

“The cookies!”

You jolted up but Katakuri held you in place as he kneeled in front of you, his worried expression shifted into one of relief. 

“Don’t worry I turned off the oven,” then he frowned. “What were you thinking taking a nap while baking?” 

“I...I forgot.” your gaze was fixated on him, still feeling a bit hazy you pinched the bridge of your nose. “What time is it? When did you get here?”

“I managed to finish up early and rushed here to be with you,” he chuckled. “And good thing that I did.” 

A wide smile spread across your face, Katakuri was here and he was in time for christmas. The cookies might’ve been burnt but there was still so much you had prepared for him. Butterflies flew in your stomach and your pulse quickened, jumping forward you wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms came around your waist and he pulled you in closer. You could feel him inhaling your scent as the two of you embraced. 

“I’m so happy that you’re here.” you said your voice shaking a bit at the end. 

“So am I.” 

Pulling back you placed your hand ever so tenderly on his cheek, your fingertips danced along his lips and followed the scar that formed an arc up to his cheek bone. Katakuri pressed his cheek further into your palm with closed eyes and sighed. Smiling you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, a supposedly innocent action on your part. But it was quick to shift into an act of passion as Katakuri slid his tongue eagerly between your lips. 

His tongue explored your mouth, your tongue dancing along his, he sucked on your warm muscle. You moaned into the kiss as you pressed your body further against him, it felt warm and secure. Your insides quivered. 

As Katakuri parted away from you he pulled your tongue along with him, he sucked on it, earning a mewl from you. You stared at him between half lidded eyes, your cheeks a vibrant red. With a smile Katakuri placed his forehead against yours. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath smelling of coffee. “I’ve missed you so much.” 

Before you could reply Katakuri scooped you up and placed your back to the couch, you were expecting him to join  but instead he kneeled in front of you spreading your legs apart. You watched him with awe as he tugged your sweatpants down with ease, he smirked when he saw the wet stain on your underwear. 

“Someone’s eager.” 

You blushed and averted your eyes. The way his gaze was fixated on your arousal made you feel nervous, and it wasn’t like it was the first time he was looking at it but you still weren’t used to it. 

Katakuri peeled your underwear to the side and you gasped when the cold air  hit your heat. He had a strong grip on your thighs, dipping down he trailed your skin with open mouthed kisses only to stop when he reached your inner thigh. He grazed his teeth against the sensitive skin and gently took a bite out of it. A loud moan escaped your as you felt his teeth on your skin, instinctevely you placed your hand on the top of his hair, playing with his short hair as he continued to kiss,lick and nibble on you.

Your skin was burning with every kiss he placed on you, your mind felt numb with the pleasure he was inflicting on you. Katakuri’s hand went up from your thigh and to your pussy, he slid his forefinger between your folds, you whined when the noise of your wetness reached your ears. But despite your flushed state, the noises managed to stir you on further and you could feel yourself getting slicker around his finger. 

When Katakuri was done with your thigh, he made his way towards your arousal. It throbbed as you felt his warm breath ghosting over you. Licking his lips Katakuti hummed happily as he dipped down into your cunt. His tongue delved between your folds and found your aching hole. Pushing his tongue between the tight muscle, a loud mewl escaped your lips. He wiggled his tongue as he pushed it further into you. Your grip on his hair tightened and you threw your head back. 

Enjoying that you were coming undone, Katakuri eagerly started to thrust his tongue in and out of you, loving the way your insides twitched around his warm muscle. You shouted his name over and over again when he started to play with your clit with his free hand. He pinched, pulled and rubbed the sensitive nub. You couldn’t even think anymore the only thing you could concentrate on was how good he was making you feel. 

“Kata,” you managed to moan out. “I’m close.” 

He replied with a hum and his thrusts became faster along with his strokes against your clit. You started to match his pacing with your hips, it wasn’t much but you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You could almost taste the bliss, a little bit more…

With one last pinch on your clit you were seeing stars. Your body spasming and nails digging into his scalp you screamed his name over and over again as you came. Katakuri didn’t stop until you came down from your orgasm high, heavily breathing your grip on his hair loosened. He looked up to you with a smug grin on his face. 

“Merry Christmas.”

“Ho ho ho,” you replied, still trying to catch your breath. “I hope you’re not full yeti there’s still plenty to eat.” 

“Don’t worry,” he said getting up. “I’m insatiable.” 

[quirkyseastone]

Emmm, omg congrats on 500 well deserved followers love 🥰 may I steal number 5 for Sabo, Kata or Law with a fem s/o? Love you tons!

Ellliiiieeee!! I’m always so excited to see you in my box! Thanks so much for your request (And for allowing me to write for Katakuri as well ❤). I had SO much fun using this prompt for these boys; it really felt like I was writing 3 different ascending levels for each one? I just thought it was so cute and fitting for them all. I hope you enjoy it and love you tons!! (Also the request number was altered via PM!) 

Sabo is always for anything having to do with Christmas and better yet—food. There are certain traditions that remind him of the times he had with his brothers growing up (they may not have had typical Christmases...but they were always fun and full of laughs), and then there’s some that he loves to learn more about and adapt for his new family in the Revolutionary Army. Trying to make Gingerbread houses? He’s 100% on board. He never got to do them growing up (Luffy and Ace would always eat everything before they could even start) so the experience is fun and new for him.

Once his S/O suggests upping the ante and turning it into a full-blown competition, he’s even more excited. Sabo isn't one to be too arrogant, but he is competitive—so making something as simple as creating a gingerbread house in a time limit (with no Devil Fruit abilities) a contest is already a fun prospect for him. Sabo will be eager to place some wagers, set the terms for their contest, and go at it as soon as possible. Once the contest starts, he’ll make it a point to make a little fun of her, poke and prod at her to see if she’ll waiver. It becomes increasingly apparent though that he isn’t going to win.

Due to his lack of practice, Sabo’s gingerbread house will be falling to pieces. Icing will be everywhere (including his face), candy will have been picked at, and cookies will be crumbled up. Sabo will get easily dejected and frustrated, regretting teasing his S/O even more once he sees the amazing job she’s done so far. Sabo will pout once the contest is called, and he presents a house that looks like it had been bulldozed. When his S/O kindly offers to help him build a new one though, he’ll instantly cheer up. He’ll watch her intently as she carefully pipes icing, gently places candy—following her instructions as she guides him. Maybe losing was worth it after all.  

Being a child of Big Mom, Katakuri is very familiar with baking, decorating, and having to do traditional holiday events involving food. Mama is very keen on throwing all sorts of holiday parties so she can indulge herself in many different sweet delights, and Christmas is no exception. In fact—the holiday is even worse for Big Mom’s sweet tooth cravings. So, as a result, many of her kids have had to learn how to help bake lots of different things in their time to appease her. One of the biggest events Mama looks forward to is a gingerbread house competition—an event specially planned to give her lots of sweet and spicy cookies to eat.  

Katakuri isn’t one to participate in such events but does go in case someone may need an extra pair of hands. (He doesn’t want to have Mama disappointed when a house suddenly collapses). When his S/O wants to rope him into the competition though? Asking him to join her in making a beautiful house? He won’t hesitate to join her. In fact, he’s thrilled at the whole idea. Not only is this something he’s familiar with, but he also enjoys being able to spend some time with her and bond over a fun activity. Katakuri also takes pleasure in being able to teach her little baking and decorating tips.  

The house they build will have to be the size of an apartment flat, but somehow, Katakuri will make it look delicate and small. He’ll help guide her hands to create beautiful lines of piping, showing her how to use sugar to structure the house together, helping her place candy details that make the house look like a lifelike home. All the while he’ll be grinning internally at how adorable she is. The sugar on her face, the icing on her apron, the way her face is contorted in concentration. Katakuri will be even more glad to be hidden by his scarf the moment he sees her joy and surprise at having the winning house.  

Law celebrates Christmas in his own way. Giving gifts, humoring his S/O with a small kiss under the mistletoe (provided their alone), putting up a few decorations here and there are all he really ever does. Traditions that involve a lot of work (decorating the Christmas tree, wrapping gifts, decorating the whole submarine from head to toe) are all things he leaves for his S/O and the rest of his crew to enjoy. Law will always take in the fruits of their labor; enjoying the feel of the holiday and the overall enthusiasm and cheer from his crewmates. But when his S/O wants to involve him in some gingerbread house making contest? It takes a lot of convincing and puppy dog eyes to get him to agree.  

Once the rules are set (No Devil Fruit abilities, finishing within the time limit) and everyone else competing has gotten started with their gingerbread houses, Law will just...lean back, relax, and keep his eyes on her as she works. Law will watch as she eagerly pipes icing, not noticing his intense gaze on her. He’ll also make sure to look around the rest of the room, trying to figure out what everyone else is doing (seeing Shachi’s house falling apart, Penguin making a little igloo, Bepo’s adorable and candy-filled home). It almost seems like he’s not going to do anything at all but watch.  

When the timer starts to run out, Law will make it a point to create a tiny room around his house—and start using his abilities to stick everything together. Even if his S/O and everyone else calls him out for breaking the rules, he’ll just smirk and continue on—manipulating all the pieces of cookies and sugar to his whim. It might not look perfect, but the house is put together almost instantly. After the timer is called, he’ll pull one cheekier move and his room to switch gingerbread houses with his S/O. Law may know he can’t win that way, but he’s more than happy to see the little pouty expression she has. If he’s feeling generous enough, he’ll switch them back—maybe promising to make a proper one with her later.  

[madlymiho]

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!

words: 4734

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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Hello dear 🥰 your opening is far too tempting not to request more content of our favorite mochi from you 🥺 so if you're up to and there's still room, may I request HCs for Katakuri visiting an Amusement Park with his S/O? 🍩

I adored every piece you wrote for him so far and I'm a big fan of your work ❤ Thank you so much for being such an amazing content creator ✨ hope you have lots of fun writing for this new batch!

(EEEEEE anything for you Ellie <3)

The only canon amusement park in One Piece is Sabaody Park, and I can imagine Katakuri going there on some kind of work related to Big Mom’s empire (it’s got a lawless underground vibe and maybe he goes there for some rare ingredients that they couldn’t get through conquest? Maybe Big Mom’s craving the cotton candy there and she tells Kata to get a metric ton of it to bring back to Tottland? Who knows). Because nobody is likely to fuck with a Yonko’s best fighter who’s also 16 feet tall, he doesn’t mind bringing his s/o with him. He feels kinda bad for not being able to take them out on dates when he’s out on Sweet Commander business, so he mainly agrees to go to the island because he can try to do something romantic for his Sprinkle.

Even though he brings them there, he’s still very protective. He makes sure no other park attendees let their gaze linger on ____ for too long, and he makes sure that she’s properly strapped in for every single ride. It doesn’t matter if it’s something slow and low-key like some spinning teacups or a carousel--he HAS to ensure that his s/o is safe.

He was going to be fine with the likelihood that he wouldn’t be able to ride most attractions due to his size, but surprisingly he just barely meets the height limits for most of them (long story short, Whitebeard’s friends with the park owners and they started building rides to accommodate big-and-tall fellas who want to ride stuff with their huge family on vacation).

He feels strange riding them though, just because he isn’t used to indulging in something like that. He’s still a bit stoic and stiff on these rides, partially due to the fact that he’s faced much more scary and adrenaline-rushing stuff than a loop-de-loop or a sudden-drop ride. Throughout the day though, he becomes more and more relaxed and his s/o can tell he’s smiling more often underneath his scarf.

He was planning on going back to the ship for his Merienda, but his s/o begged him to try some of the food at the vendors in the park. After they snuck a few pieces of churros and funnel cake into his mouth while he kept his scarf on, he made a note to tell Mama about these interesting desserts that weren’t as common on Tottland. When he sees a stall for deep fried desserts, he’s confused as to how that could sound appealing...until he sees that they have deep-fried donuts on the menu. He gets the stall’s entire stock and has them make even more while he sets up a mochi shrine outside of the park to deliver to him and his s/o while they enjoy an extra special Merienda.

A few kids notice the shrine and assume it’s a bounce house attraction, but Kata’s Observation Haki clues him in to quickly putting on his scarf and coming outside before an unfortunate incident happens. When he sees the disappointed look on the kids’ faces though (and the puppy eyes from his s/o), he makes a large castle of mochi for the kids outside the park to play in. He tells the park owners that he wants more deep-fried donuts in exchange for the free attraction, though.

He doesn’t know what kind of souvenir to get, especially since the bubble-related ones will pop and be useless once they leave Sabaody. His s/o decides surprises him with a snowglobe with a figure replica of the park inside and glitter, and he handles it like it’s the damn One Piece with how much he treasures it. He also gets a bubble-shaped ornament/window decoration for Brulee to bring back, since she likes stuff like that as a souvenir.

He wins any and every prize at the park’s game booths, using his strength and Observation Haki to win against the rigged games. The kids from before ask for some help winning, since they’ve used up all their tickets and didn’t win a single thing--even when they managed to win, the employees only occasionally let them win just to hide suspicion that the games are rigged. Katakuri, not impressed by machinery that’s designed to take money from kids who don’t know any better and can’t realize they’re being tricked, robs those booths fucking blind with his skills and soon he has a mountain of stuffed animals and toys for every kid in the park to take home.

He holds his s/o’s hand (well...they hold his index finger) all throughout the day at the park. Even though he doesn’t think anyone is dangerous enough to take him on or hurt ____, he still gets extra protective whenever his Darling is in a crowd. Thankfully he’s very easy to spot.

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Smoothie x reader - Blind taste test

Giveaway prize for @elliemehl​ Genderneutral reader No warnings!

You had suggested it on a whim, mostly as a joke. Smoothie’s plans for the day got cancelled unexpectedly and now you wanted to make most of it, while remaining at home and relaxing. You had planned a lazy day in alone, and Smoothie was more than happy to join you on that. The first suggestion had been watching a movie, but you didn’t want to do that all day. Reading a book while snuggling up together had been another option, but that would be for later on the day. You really wanted to do something fun and suggested doing a blind taste-test. To your surprise, Smoothie agreed without any hesitation.

So here you were, your girlfriend sitting in front of you with a blindfold on. You had taken several things out of the kitchen for her to taste. Some would be easy, some would be harder, though you had a feeling Smoothie would get most of them right. Everyone in her family was a food connoisseur, after all.

True to your expectations, Smoothie guessed every single thing right. It didn’t take long for the fun of it to wear off though, exactly because she guessed every single one correctly.

“You’re not having fun anymore, are you?” Smoothie asked. You could see her frowning from behind her blindfold. “Oh no that’s not it! It’s just... you get everything right, so it’s not really a challenge?” “Then why don’t we switch places?” “But I don’t know as much about food as you...” “Isn’t that what makes it fun though?” Smoothie lifted the blindfold from one eye to look at you and smiled. After thinking it over for a little bit, you nodded and the two of you switched places.

For you, the tasting was a little more difficult. You knew most of the ‘normal’ flavours, but when it came to the more specific or less-used things, you were at a loss. Smoothie gave you hints after every wrong guess which made you get the answer right eventually most of the time. It was a little embarrassing how little you knew compared to her, but at the same time it was fun, and the both of you laughed a lot.

“Okay, I’ve got two more things for you and then we’re done.” Smoothie announced.

You nodded and waited for the next spoon to be held out to you as Smoothie moved through the kitchen, getting what she needed. A spoon was pressed to your lips and you opened your mouth to taste it. It was a very rich and very familiar taste.

“Oh I know this one! It’s the juice you can make with your devil fruit powers!” “Correct. I made this one from one of the roses on the table. Is it any good?” “It really is! The taste is really rich!” “Guess I should make that one more often for you then. Now, for the final thing…”

You eagerly awaited the final spoon, wondering what she came up with. To your surprise, you didn’t feel another spoon being pressed to your lips but something warm and soft. Smoothies lips. You eagerly returned the surprise kiss before you removed your blindfold and found Smoothie smiling at you.

“Ah, Smoothie, my favourite.”

[laws-hat-headcanons]

I know I said I wasnt going to be on tumblr for a few days but LOOK AT THIS!!

I commissioned a portrait of Arayya from @elliemehl and it is just.. actual perfection! SO AMAZING, it's really made my week 🥺🥺 I havent stopped grinning since I saw it!

Thank you so much Ellie for your beautiful work on my girl, I cant stop looking at it!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤