#spring works

[springgrolls]

like that, like that

₊⊹ law x f!reader

₊⊹ nsfw

The dream didn’t ease him into it.

It dropped him straight in.

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.

[admiraltx]

I had all of the homeschoolers employed today

[springgrolls]

a swordsman’s love confession

@traroronoa for inspo!

sfw

Law

I don’t want to be strong without you. Stay.

Trafalgar Law spent most of his life convincing himself he didn’t need anyone.

Strength, strategy and patience were what kept him alive all these years. However, between your loyalty and the way you stood beside him, the idea of losing you felt unbearable.

“I don’t want to be strong without you.” He admitted one night. You were looking over paperwork.

“Captain?” You whispered. When you stood up and walked toward him, he lifted a hand, stopping you.

To him, strength had always meant surviving alone, and now he couldn’t imagine going back to that feeling again.

Instead of reaching for your hand, he stepped forward and laced his fingers through yours.

“Stay.”

Zoro

You are my only weakness. Just saying.

Roronoa Zoro didn’t believe in weaknesses.

Until you.

The swordsman who walked into battles against warlords and monsters without hesitation found himself confused when you’d almost get hurt.

He had trained his whole life to cut down anything that threatened what he protected, yet the thought of losing you made him actually think of your role in his life.

After a celebratory feast with the crew, he walked you outside and faced you fully.

“What?” You laughed, your last scene from the feast being Luffy stuffing a full sized turkey down his throat.

You quieted down when you saw the serious look on Zoro’s face.

“You’re my only weakness,” he muttered.

“Zoro, I—” you started.

“Just saying.”

If the world ever tried to use you against him, Zoro wouldn’t hesitate to choose you every time.

Levi

I don’t need forever. Just survive.

Levi watched the battlefield the way he always did—cold, precise, and already anticipating who might not make it back. He had buried too many comrades to pretend he deserved a happy ending.

However, when you stood beside him, blades ready, he felt something he refused to name.

So he turned slightly. “I don’t need forever.” Levi said quietly as he adjusted your grip on the handle of your blade. His gray eyes went to yours for half a second. “Just survive.”

Nanami

I don’t need excitement. I don’t need chaos. I need you.

Most people thought a sorcerer’s life needed thrill, danger, and recklessness to survive.

But Kento Nanami had always despised that idea. There was nothing glamorous about exhaustion, blood, and the constant expectation of dying.

What he wanted was quiet: steady evenings that ended before midnight and mornings that didn’t begin with an emergency call.

You were standing in the kitchen when he said it, sleeves rolled neatly as he loosened his tie after another long day.

“Hey.” You smiled.

He took a breath before he walked toward you.

“I don’t need excitement,” Nanami started plainly, voice calm but unusually soft. “I don’t need chaos.” He rested a warm, steady hand over yours on the counter, meeting your eyes without hesitation. “I need you.”

Your eyes softened. “You have me. I’ll always be here.”

[springgrolls]

🦐🦐 heooo! I’d like to request Sanji being jealous of another chef at a restaurant while the crew is at a restaurant! 🦐🦐🦐

off menu

sfw

It had been a mistake to stop there: a perfectly normal coastal restaurant. Warm lights. Fresh seafood. A place the Straw Hats only meant to eat at, rest for an hour, then leave.

But the day had other plans.

And once you smiled at the menu and stated your order to the crew, the head chef, who was thanking a nearby table, took a breath and walked to yours.

He was annoyingly confident stride, the kind of man who knew exactly how good he was.

“You’ve got good taste,” he said to you immediately.

Sanji’s roaming eyes on the menu stopped and looked at you two.

“Do I?”

The chef nodded like it was obvious. “Anyone who orders that dish first understands food.”

Next to you, Usopp leaned toward Nami. “Oh no, he’s doing the ‘impress the pretty guest’ thing.”

Nami didn’t look away from her drink. “And Sanji’s doing the ‘about to commit a crime’ thing.”

Sanji smiled.

But it was not a nice smile.

The chef briefly left to the kitchen and came back with a with a small appetizer set neatly on a plate in front of you. “Try this. I made it earlier today.”

“Oh,” you said, amused. “You made it yourself?”

“Of course.”

Sanji stood up.

“Oi,” Zoro muttered, not looking up. “He’s going to explode.”

Sanji walked past the table without a word and into the kitchen.

No announcement. No hesitation.

Just gone.

The chef blinked. “Is he always like that?”

Luffy was already trying to eat your food. “Yup!”

You pinched his face before he could take the appetizer and took a bite.

“…it’s good,” you admitted.

The chef’s expression brightened.

From the kitchen, something loudly crashed.

A second later, Sanji reappeared holding a plate as well.

“I heard that,” he said calmly.

The chef frowned. “You were in my kitchen?”

“Yes.”

“Cooking?”

Sanji smiled again. “Yes.” Then he set the plate down in front of you.

“What is this?” you asked.

Sanji leaned down slightly. “Fixing your disappointment.”

The chef bristled. “Excuse me?”

Sanji didn’t look at him and watched you.

“Try mine,” he insisted.

You did.

“Can I?” Luffy asked, raising a hand.

“No!” Sanji yelled.

Then you slowly turned to the chef’s dish and tried it again.

Then Sanji’s.

Usopp whispered, “This is like watching a trial.”

Nami whispered back, “She’s the judge. We’re all just spectators.”

Zoro yawned. “Boring. Just say his is better and move on.”

“I wanna try!” Luffy whined. “Both look amazing!”

Sighing, you set fork down on a nearby napkin. You looked at Sanji. Then back at the chef.

“This one,” you pointed.

Sanji exhaled slowly.

Relief.

Victory.

Ego recovery.

The chef scoffed and placed both hands on his hips. “Seriously?”

You shrugged. “It tastes like he cared more.”

Sanji’s head tilted a fraction.

The chef looked offended. “I care plenty.”

“Oh?” he said softly. “Then why does yours feel like you were trying to impress a stranger instead of feeding someone?”

The chef stiffened but recovered quickly. “At least I didn’t go into someone else’s kitchen and start rearranging things.”

“I improved it.”

“You interfered.”

“I corrected it.”

You sighed quietly. “Sanji…”

The chef leaned forward slightly, testing. “So what, you think you’re better than me?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

Sanji smiled and the crew reacted instantly.

“Loud and proud!” Usopp smiled.

“Oh my god.” Nami clapped slowly.

“Well done.” Robin added, taking a sip of water.

“Now that was super.” Franky laughed.

He paused and then glanced at you.

“I’m going on break.” The chef grumbled as he walked back to the kitchen.

“You had feeling when cooking this.” You explained slowly. “You were mad.”

“…I was not mad.”

You hummed. “You were absolutely mad.”

“I was focused.” Sanji replied.

“You were glaring at him the entire time.”

“That’s normal.” He defended. After raising an eyebrow at him, he sat down next to you. “He was looking at you too much.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. “So it was that.”

Sanji didn’t answer, but he didn’t deny it either. Instead, he scooted a little bit closer to your side and whispered, “just say I cook better before you taste any chef’s food, okay?”

[springgrolls]

like that, like that part two

-> part one

₊⊹ law x f!reader

₊⊹ sfw

Law avoided you for three days.

Not obviously, he wasn’t stupid about it, but in the small ways that mattered: kept conversations short, stood a little farther away than usual, focused harder on his work, and kept his eyes deliberately anywhere but on you.

Because every time you spoke, every time you leaned a little too close or brushed past him in the narrow corridor, his body remembered. Not vividly. Not like the dream, but just enough.

So when you finally cornered him in the quiet of the cabin, it caught him off guard.

“Captain,” you said lightly.

He looked up from his desk, already irritated.

You were too close, leaning against the doorframe, head tilted, watching him with an unreadable smile.

“What,” he said flatly.

You didn’t answer right away and stepped closer.

Then he tensed, shoulders locked, breath became shallow. Every instinct told him to move back. Every other instinct told him not to.

“You’ve been weird,” you commented curiously.

“I’m busy.”

You hummed and rolled your eyes, unconvinced. “Sure.”

Then, before he could stop you—or himself, you leaned in and…

“Don’t,” he said automatically, even though he didn’t move away.

You tilted your head. “Don’t what?”

He didn’t get the chance to answer.

Instead, you kissed him.

Your lips skimmed his and stayed long enough for his control to slip. Law inhaled sharply, caught off guard by the way your mouth fit perfectly against his. Then you shifted closer, enough to feel his breath hitch, pressing your lips firmer against his and parting slightly.

For one dangerous second, he kissed you back, his fingers finding your neck, tracing the curve where your pulse jumped beneath his touch. His thumb brushed your skin slowly, memorizing the shape of you.

And when the sensation was too familiar, he stopped.

Law broke the kiss with a quiet, frustrated breath, forehead dropping toward yours as he forced himself to pull back. His fingers lingered against your skin before he curled them and let his hand fall away.

“You can’t do that,” he muttered, “Not unless you mean it.”

Your eyes searched his face, angled your head slightly and looked at him.

“I do,” you said softly. “But I also know when to stop.”

Law exhaled slowly, shoulders tense as he stepped back and put space between you—necessary distance.

“Don’t test me.”

You smiled knowingly and turned away, leaving him alone with thought that you liked him like that, as much as he likes you.

[springgrolls]

🦐🦐 two shrimps for a request of historian!straw hat f!reader borrowing Law’s hoodie or him offering it 🦐🦐 two more for reading thus!!

So much shrimp! 🥹

take notes

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As you sat on the stone floor, your knees were pulled in, and you surrounded yourself with scattered notes and paper like a crime scene only you could solve. Your lips moved as you translated quietly, historian brain fully detached from the concept of temperature, comfort, or self-preservation.

Law noticed the shiver immediately.

“You’re cold,” he said.

You didn’t look up. “I’m busy.”

“That’s not an argument.”

Before you could blink, his hoodie was off and dumped over your head.

Not handed.

Dumped.

The fabric slid down your face and shoulders, warm and heavy and very much Law.

“Traffy.”

“Put it on,” he said flatly. “You’re vibrating.”

Not shivering. Vibrating.

“I am not—” Your teeth clicked together.

As you tugged it properly into place, the sleeves engulfed your hands and warmth hit instantly. Annoyingly. But also comfortingly.

“Fine. This is nice.” You grumbled, easing into his hoodie.

Law looked away like he hadn’t heard you and redirected his attention to the symbols lining the wall, eyes tracking the ones you were copying into your notebook.

You went back to your work. Law shifted closer closer, and when you leaned back to think, you bumped into him. He steadied you automatically, hand firm on your shoulder.

The moment was soft. Dangerous. Domestic.

And then…

“Oh. Oh,” Nami’s voice cut in. “So this is what you two do when we’re not looking.”

You rolled your eyes while Law stiffened like he’d been shot.

Usopp leaned in from behind her, eyes sparkling. “Is that Traffy’s hoodie? Wow.” Then he clasped his hands together and teased, “Didn’t know he shared. What character development!”

“It’s for warmth,” Law snapped. “Medically.”

Robin smiled calmly. “How thoughtful. Sharing body heat is a documented bonding behavior.”

You bit your bottom lip as you tried to cover your flushed cheeks. “Please stop talking.”

Usopp cackled. “Too late. I’ve seen everything.”

Law clenched his jaw and replied firmly: “Leave.”

The crew laughed and moved on, footsteps echoing away. It was quiet again—but it was different.

You glanced up. “I can give it back.”

He didn’t look at you. “Don’t.”

“Okay.” You replied quietly, looking at the ruins.

You curled further into the hoodie, warmth settling. Law stayed close, pretending to watch the entry, absolutely not thinking about how naturally you fit there.

[springgrolls]

like that, like that part three

-> part one -> part two

₊⊹ law x f!reader

₊⊹ sfw + spice

A month in, Law stopped pretending in his own, subtle Law way: stayed in rooms you were in longer than necessary or brushed his fingers against yours in passing.

He never said anything.

So you did.

In his office, you sat on the edge of his desk, legs dangling, idly fiddling with a pen while he stared out the porthole. The hum of the submarine filled the silence.

He didn’t tell you to leave or to stay. The choice was yours—and that was why you stayed.

Law was drifting into unfamiliar waters. Gentleness wasn’t something he trusted. It frightened him, confused him, made him feel undeserving. You hated that most of all—that he thought tenderness was something he had to earn.

“Captain,” you said softly, setting the pen aside.

He didn’t turn, but his shoulders stiffened.

“Come here.”

Law turned slowly and stopped a few feet away.

I did what you asked. Now what? It was written all over him.

“Silly,” you smiled. “Right here.”

You pointed to the open space between your knees and leaned back, palms pressing into the cool metal of the desk. Law sighed and stepped forward, stopping short, standing there awkwardly like he wasn’t sure where to put himself.

You didn’t rush him.

After a few seconds, you leaned forward, straightened your back, and gently lifted one of his hands. You placed it beside your thigh slowly, letting his fingers brush against the fabric. He inhaled sharply but didn’t pull away.

Then you laced your fingers with his, keeping your grip firm and steady. Reassurance.

“Just feel,” you whispered.

You met his gaze as you reached for his other hand, lifting it slowly, giving him time to resist.

He didn’t.

Instead, he gave a small nod.

Giving him a soft smile, you set his fingers on the side of your face, where his thumb rested under your jawline while the others were spread out on your cheek. He hesitantly drifted his fingers down, his thumb sliding beneath your chin. Once there, he tipped it upwards.

“You’re doing fine,” you murmured.

His thumb brushed your lower lip tentatively then pressed against it. You held his gaze as you parted your mouth and gently bit down on his fingernail.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, his grip against the other hand on the desk tightening. When he drew his thumb free, he traced the line of your neck with the back of his finger, exploring. The rest of his hand spread over your throat carefully following down until he reached the base of your neck.

Law took a breath and leaned down, his forehead lightly leaning on yours. Then he kissed you, mouth moving against yours slowly as he cupped your face.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” You whispered against his lips. Law nodded and kept his mouth against yours. With your free hand, you traced his jawline, fingers lightly feeling his beard. Law pressed his lips further on yours, then pulled back, resting his forehead against yours again.

“That okay?” he asked quietly.

Your captain never asked questions.

You released his hand and cupped his face with both of yours, thumbs rubbing against his cheeks.

“You did it perfectly.”

With a boost of confidence, he kissed you again, this time guiding you backwards until the back of your calves hit the desk. You moved to cup his face again but instead was met with actual resistance by keeping your hands on the desk next to you and covering them with his.

You didn’t know what would come next. But you knew this: no matter how unsure he felt about touch, about closeness, about wanting—you would stay. He had been abandoned before, and you wanted your presence to speak louder than words.

As long as he wanted you there, you would be.

tags: @traroronoa • @ssrist • @executivedork • @chillerkiller • @luluthegreatandterrible •

[springgrolls]

tol vs. smol headcanons

a/n: this is very self indulgent because I’m short :)

@traroronoa for inspo!

sfw

₊⊹ sung jinwoo x gn!reader

6’1 / 182cm

Energy: soft shadow king who forgets he’s terrifying

You are always within reach. He doesn’t even think about it. His hand just finds you.

“There you are.”

Slows down so you catch up and then casually takes your hand.

“I’ll walk slower next time.”

When you hug him, your face presses into his chest—he goes still then wraps around you like armor.

“You’re warm.”

He bends down to hear you instead of making you speak up. Every time.

“I can hear you better. Say that again.”

₊⊹ law x gn!reader

6’3 / 190cm

Energy: controlled, observant

He doesn’t comment on your height at first. Just adjusts the world around you.

buys a couple step stools

The first time he fully registers it? You’re standing on your toes to reach something. He just…stares. Then silently reaches over you to grab it.

“Here. You were having trouble.”

Picks you up with zero warning when you’re being stubborn. One arm. Effortless. You’re furious. He is not.

“Stop fuming and I’ll put you down.”

If you’re mad? He’ll sit down just to be eye-level, calm and devastatingly patient.

“Talk to me. I’m here.”

Makes you wear a visible hair clip, scrunchie, or ribbon so if you get separated he’ll see you.

₊⊹ sanji x gn!reader

5’10 / 177cm

Energy: dramatic worship + height kink he pretends he doesn’t have

Calls you “petite” or “cygnet”, which means baby swan.

“My cygnet, do you need anything?”

Constantly bending down to your level and doesn’t care about others’ opinion on it.

“Say that again please, I want to hear your voice again.”

Obsessed with leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“You’re perfect.”

Spins you around easily during hugs or dances because you weigh nothing to him.

“Don’t worry, you won’t fly away!”

Will lift you onto counters

“So I can see you better, my love.”

•Melts if you tip toe to get his attention.

“Yes? I’ll do anything you ask.”

His brain melts when you pull him down to your level with his tie.

“…yes?”

₊⊹ zoro x gn!reader

5’11 / 180cm

Energy: dumbass (affectionate) with accidental dominance

Constantly loses you in crowds because you’re “too short to track”. Blames you. It is not your fault. :(

“Ugh. Next time stay close.”

Uses your head as an armrest without thinking. He apologizes and does it again later.

“You’re comfier than the railing.”

Thinks it’s hilarious you have to climb onto things. Will absolutely not help at first. But then feels bad when you couldn’t get it no matter how hard you tried.

“Move over, I’ll get it for you.”

Gets weirdly protective when you’re surrounded by taller people. Stands behind you like a wall.

“You good?”

Lowkey gets turned on likes when you get mouthy despite the height difference. Thinks it’s gutsy.

“Talk to me like that, I dare you.”

₊⊹ satarou gojo x gn!reader

6’0 / 182cm

Energy: Menace. Menace. Menace.

Teases you constantly. Calls you “tiny,” “pocket-sized,” “fun-sized”, or even a “mini curse”.

If you try to intimidate him? He leans down until you’re nearly nose-to-nose.

“C’mon, say again. I double dare you shortcake.”

Picks you up mid-argument to throw you off. It works. You hate that it works.

“We can argue like this too!”

He loves picking you up by the armpits like a kitten to bring you eye-level. He’ll hold you there, legs dangling.

“There you are! I thought I lost you!”

Secretly obsessed with how perfectly you fit against him—will never admit it seriously.

Uses your height as entertainment (for himself at your expense, that asshole)

“Ha. HAHAHAHA! You’re so cute when you try.”