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Imagine trafalgar law putting his hat on his shy, vulnerable s/o that's riding him for the first time. Barely being able to take it and sobbing in both ecstacy and frustration, the size and situation in general being way too much to take. His s/o was very sensitive and shy in general so i guess hes getting a good show🤷‍♀️

Don't Be So Shy

Word Count: 1,428 (lol this was meant to be a lil drabble. Whoops.)

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Collab with @sordidmusings because I couldn't think of words. A saint, lady and a scholar.

Warnings: Afab!Reader, no plot, shy reader, Law is a little bit of a sub-leaning switch, smut, mdni

A whimper was pulled from within your throat as you shakily drew down your hand to circle the base of his shaft. You drew his length upwards, collecting the slick trail of arousal from between your legs and took your bottom lip between your teeth.

Trafalgar D Water Law lay back, watching intently as his hands laced behind his head. He focussed his yellow-grey irises on you, jaw hanging slightly slack as his pupils blew with lust and desire. His hat was firmly attached to his head, hands cradling the cotton material within his palms.

You slowly drew the tip of his throbbing cock against your entrance, your lips automatically parting at the contact as you began to take him in. Your eyes were clenched shut, wincing as you stretched to accommodate just the initial inch within your core.

“I know you’re staring at me. S-Stop it,” you lightly reprimanded him, trying to sound firm but only able to whimper for him. A small chuckle erupted from within his throat, his body shifting beneath you as he leant up on his forearms. His torso elevated, prompting you to unintentionally take more of his length within your walls. You winced at the intrusion, mewling briefly as you adjusted to the further stretch. Law moaned at the sight of him pushing more arousal from you, enraptured as it dripped from you and down his shaft. He looked back up to the timid expression on your flushed face.

“If me seeking out your beautiful eyes while you ride me is such an issue for you-,” you felt the firm touch of material being thrust atop your head. The broad brim of the bill of his spotted hat covered your eyes, automatically bringing you comfort to hide your expressions from your lover between your thighs.

“-Although I do adore watching your face when you take me,” He cooed up at you, ghosting his hands over your breasts as he traced patterns into your sensitive flesh, “-I know how shy you get.” A warm envelopment of heat drew its way up to your cheeks, prompting you to elevate your hands to draw the brim of the hat down further atop your head to conceal more of yourself from Law. “Just think of this as practice for when you can look me in the eyes while I fuck you.”

A small frustrated sob fell from your lips as you splayed your hands over his tattooed chest, inching your way further down his girthy shaft. You felt every curve, every veiny ridge of his twitching, solid cock as he lay perfectly still for you to impale yourself with everything he had.

As the hat concealed your eyes from his, Law allowed himself a small break of his stoic demeanor; expressing his lust over his own face. His brows contorted in a deep, focussed frown; his jaw clenching tightly with his whiskered chin protruding at every slow and calculated gyration you circled atop him. He stifled a growl from releasing within his throat, instead expressing his lust through his eyes rolling backwards into his skull.

It was taking everything in him to contain himself, to withhold the urge to flip you and pin you against the bed and bring both yourself and him to climax at a hastened pace. His greatest joy of late was watching you unravel beneath him; your cries and whimpers serenading him with their melody as they graced his ears, and tempted him further and further from sanity. His cock twitched hard at the thought, rising a choked mewl in your throat as you finally took his impressive length fully into you.

Your walls fluttered, strangling Law with your tightness as you adjusted. Feeling completely full with him within you; you tested a small circling sway of your hips against him. The curled hair above his shaft brushed your clit, causing another sobbed cry to release from your parted lips. Feeling more secure with his hat covering your eyes, you felt no need to withhold your movements and sensitive responses with your cries of pleasure.

Law was hypnotized. As statuesque as a victim falling before medusa, he continued to stare his glazed eyes up at you as you rode him. Each movement pulled a whimper and mewl from you as you thrusted, circled and ground yourself against him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, entranced by you chasing your ecstasy; using his body to seek out your own pleasure.

Exhaustion began to overtake you in your chase, feeling overwhelmed with how your body adjusted to him and frustrated at his lack of movement below you. You panted and huffed as you continued to ride him, reaching blindly out to find Law’s wrists and claim them within your circular grasp. You pinned them above his head and blindly collapsed down onto him, breasts brushing against tattooed pectorals as you allowed a gasp to release from your parted lips.

He opened his mouth, his words forming within his fraying mind but refused to depart from his throat and tongue for fear he’d break you away from your trance. As you pressed yourself down against him further, pinning his arms against the pillows and stabilizing yourself above him, he couldn’t help but allow a choked gasp to flee from his lips onto you.

At that soft whisper of emotion, you halted your ride, releasing his left hand from your right and pulled his hat up to reveal your eyes to his while remaining fully sheathed atop him. As your eyes met, you tested a small rise of your hips and roughly sat back down atop him. His eyes widened, his breath hitching as you descended back with unbroken eye contact. He took his left hand and placed it on your hip, soothing over the flesh and massaging with his skilled, tattooed fingers.

“Do you think-,” you began, your voice soft and apprehensive as your brows drew down in concentration, “-Can you move a little?” Law chuckled as you released his right wrist from your grasp and placed your left hand beside his head.

“But you’re riding me so well,” he praised you, caressing your cheek briefly before mirroring his left hand by placing his right on your other hip.

“Law,” you poured his name from your lips in a whined moan, feeling the coil begin to wind tighter within your abdomen. The tingle in your toes had already started to elevate up to your knees, your thighs shuddering as your soaking walls began to flutter and shudder against him.

“Don’t ask me,” he groaned up at you, refusing to aid you both in chasing your highs. He wanted you to take charge. He needed you to direct him. He didn’t want to think, he didn’t want to assume. He wanted you to lead him.

“Law,” you stated more firmly, dragging yourself up to take just his glistening tip and holding it firmly within your entrance, “Move.”

At that firm direction, both of your bodies began to move in perfect synchrony. The slapping of hips meeting hips; the lewd sounds of your arousal sucking him into your walls, and the mutual cries of bliss had you both chasing the end.

With Law’s hat firmly clutched to your head, and his hands dragging your hips up and down his lengthy shaft; the tunnel began to reveal it’s whitened bliss as the band wound ever tighter. The small and unrelenting bob of his cock within you, and the noisy calls of your stuttered name flew from Law’s lips as he shot ropes of his thick release within you. The sticky backsplash of his cum danced with your slick arousal as his staggered movements beneath you continued to spur you further on to find your own release.

“Y-You feel s-so good like this,” He groaned into you, overstimulating himself while continuing to sing your praises up to you. At his voiced affirmations, you mewled and sobbed through your intense orgasm. Your walls squeezed and pulsed against his deflating shaft, pulling a feral groan from him as you cried his name.

Law released your left hip from his right hand, drawing his inked digits to rest atop your hat-adorned head. This small gesture had a small flushed heat rise to tint your cheeks, alongside his.

“Don’t be so shy,” he huffed, a smile plastered against his lips. His hand stroked down from his hat to cradle your cheek; forcing your eyes to meet as he gestured up with his chin to your head, “It looks better on you.”

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The Raging Witch

(Zoro x OFC, Luffy x OFC, Law x OFC, Zoro x Luffy, Law x Zoro)

Warnings: swearing, starved character, medical experimentation, pt$d, panic_attack$, hum@n_trafficking survivor, hurt/comfort, shameless smut, recovery, bisexuality, consensual k!nk, emotional slow burn, developing relationship, bonding, mating (not abo), post Punk Hazard, changing pov (no head hopping)

Chapter 04: Band-Aid

"For fucks sake, Law, I can't just kill people for the rest of my life to survive," Rage sounded defeated. She held her face in her hands while trying to cope with the information he just gave her.

The artificial devil fruit had a serious glitch. It was extremely energy consuming. Law knew from experience what it meant to wield that kind of power. His devil fruit was draining, but it was nothing like her artificial one. Every time she used her powers it burned through her stamina like a wildfire. It made her body use every available energy source, eating at her muscle, bones, brain if she pushed too much. Simultaneously the devil fruit was working to repair the damage by boosting regenation with hormones, which her body couldn't produce as quickly as it needed. She had to absorb hormones from somebody else and recalibrate for her needs. The more she used her powers the more hormones she needed and that meant killing a person or causing them a serious health issue.

"I should've killed Cesar in Dressrosa, at least I'd feel a bit better right now," she mumbled into her hands.

"There might be a way to avoid killing," Law stated, keeping his voice even. He didn't have any viable solution for her condition. If she kept using the artificial devil fruit without heavy intake of hormones to regenerate the damage she'd die sooner than later. The solution he had in mind was more of a band aid meant to keep her comfortable. "There is a hormone called oxytocin which people normally don't need during everyday life. It's necessary during labor, postpartum and lactation. It's a neurochemical secreted by our brains to form bonds and relationships. Some studies call it a love hormone." Rage lifted her head with an appalled expression on her face, opening her mouth to reply, but he cut her off. "Human bodies are flooded with oxytocin during sex. Some get more, others less, but still it's something we don't really need, especially during casual sex. Which I assumed, you have no problem with."

There was hope shining in her eyes but her expression quickly turned pensive. She put her chin in her palm and looked around the deck. "That only sounds easy. For me sex is all about consent. I can't just take something from another person's body without telling them. And that would mean explaining my condition to some random strangers. I can't just throw around my weakness and hope for the best. It could kill me even sooner than this fucking defective devil fruit." She sounded wistful as she gazed at the horizon.

"Isn't survival more important than some code you lived by before your powers?" Law had to ask, just to be sure before he offered his further assistance.

"No," she answered firmly without looking at him. "Most of my life I've been fighting to liberate people from abusers and rapists who took whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted and profited from It. You see the paralel? It's not worth the guilt and losing all the principles I live by," she sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a brief moment. "Thanks for your help, doc. I need to think about my options. It's a lot to take in," she made a move to stand up but Law stopped her by raising his hand.

"There is one more option," he stated calmly, evoking another sigh from her. She turned to face him, her shoulders slumped. "You could have somebody help you out. Someone who already knows your condition and trusts you enough after fighting together to take down a warlord."

Rage's eyes rounded and she stared like she saw him for the first time. "That was smooth as hell, Trafalgar Law," her lips stretched in an amused smile and a playful spark danced in her eyes. "You thought this through or was it an impulsive decision?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Does it matter?"

"Not really," she put one arm over the back of the couch, angling her front towards him. "But it would be fun to know if the Surgeon of Death was making plans to get into my pants, or did something happen today that made you suddenly realize you wanna hit this." She made a sweeping gesture over her body.

He gave her a pointed once over, before leaning into the couch. His shoulder settled against her outstretched arm. "I imagined you'd have more substantial questions before engaging in any activity."

Her brow arched up, as she smiled approvingly. "Chopper checked me for STD's. Tests were negative and the one perk of my devil fruit is total control over my fertility. What about you?"

"Vasectomy a few years ago and regular screening."

"Normally I'd ask about your limits, but after a year in lock up I'm too strung up for anything more elaborate then a quick, simple fuck."

Law nearly laughed. It's been even longer for him, but he didn't feel the need to disclose that piece of information. "Fine by me."

She stood up and turned to the Straw Hats, who were sitting together on the other end of the row of couches.

"Hey, Robin! I need our room for a medical procedure, is it ok with you? It shouldn't take long, I think," she called to the older woman.

Law barely managed to maintain a calm expression, only his hand twitched in a sudden urge to cover his face.

Robin eyed them curiously, but smiled and waved. "Sure, go ahead."

"Thanks!" Rage grinned wickedly and motioned Law to follow her.

"You are impossible," he huffed, falling into step beside her.

"Don't act like a total prude after you propositioned me two minutes ago," she admonished playfully with a knowing smirk. "Besides, if I was truly impossible, I'd break into Bartolomeo's quarters and let you fuck me on his desk."

"That doesn't sound very appealing," Law mused.

"Petty revenge isn't your style?" she bumped his shoulder playfully.

"I don't really care about his attitude. He's just means to an end."

"Oh that's cold," she laughed. "What am I to you then?"

What indeed.

She opened the door and walked into her cabin, swiping her hand invitingly. Law had an impression his answer wouldn't make much difference to her. That was exactly why he made the offer, because of her devil may care attitude mixed with playfulness.

"Let's just say, all your talk made me curious," he answered vaguely, standing at arms length from her.

She swung the door shut and slowly closed the distance between them, holding his gaze the whole time. A tantalizing smile stretched her lips as she pressed her front to him, angling her face and standing on her toes to speak softly against his lips. "Don't hold back, then. Satisfy your curiosity."

So he did. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his chest, then dipped his head to capture her waiting lips. Her tongue brushed the seam of his lips and the moment he opened his mouth, she deepened the kiss, tangling their tongues together. His pulse raced, his blood pumping faster with every stroke of her skilled tongue.

Law pushed back, taking control of the kiss, licking into her mouth, eliciting a loud moan. He reached up and grabbed the back of her head, threading his fingers through her dark hair and pulling a little. The moan that escaped gave him a heady rush of satisfaction and he wanted more. He pulled her head back, exposing her neck and scraped his teeth over the tender skin of her throat. When he got to the crook of her neck he bit down lightly and got rewarded by another deep moan.

Her hands found their way under his coat and roamed along naked strips of skin, making his muscles tense up under the attention. She skimmed her fingers gently over the bandages and slid her palms over his shoulders to push off the coat. He released her, allowing the coat to slide to the floor. Rage raked her nails over the naked skin on his shoulders, the pleasure-pain shooting down his spine making him grunt as his pants suddenly became too tight.

"Undress me," she demanded huskily, dragging her fingers over the side of his neck.

Law captured her heated gaze with a smirk, swiped his fingers and her clothes were gone in a blink.

"Mmmm...that was hot as hell," an impressed smile bloomed on her kiss-swollen lips.

She hooked one leg around him, using it to smoothly pull herself up and wrap both of her legs around his waist.

"You just topped that," Law rasped, trying to maintain his focus as heat pooled in his groin at the sensual display of her agility. His hands moved on their own, gripping firmly her naked ass.

Rage smiled with satisfaction, then reached for his hat and tossed it onto the small table. She nodded towards one of the beds in the room. "That one's mine. Let's skip the warm up, just fuck me into the mattress."

The mouth on her was making him crazy. Also, it was the second time she asked for a quick fuck, so he was going to deliver, regardless of his personal opinion about the necessity of a proper warm up. She was a grown woman, she knew what she was asking for.

Law captured her lips in a biting kiss and walked them to the bed. He kneeled on the mattress and lowered her down, briefly removing his hand from her ass to quickly unzip his pants and release his cock. He positioned himself over her entrance, gripped firmly her hips and with one smooth thrust sheathed himself fully into her warm, tight pussy.

Rage's breath hitched and he leaned back to look at her, withdrawing his cock halfway and slamming back again. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan as she arched underneath him. Law felt her walls flutter around him while her fingers gripped at his forearms. Rage took a shuddering breath and fell limply onto the mattress. A wave of liquid heat flooded around his dick.

"That was fast," he smirked and reached to brush his thumb under her lower lip.

"Move, please," she moaned needily, trying to move her hips but failed against his strong grip. "Please."

She breathed heavily through parted lips, while helpless desire pooled in her eyes.

Law thrust into her, setting a hard and fast pace, making her moan and call his name. To his surprise, it didn't take long for her to reach her peak again. She fell silent, her hands gripping tightly at the blanket, as her body tensed, just a moment before her release swept over her.

Law watched mesmerized as she unraveled before him, coming twice on his cock. He slowed down to give her time to catch her breath.

"No! Don't stop! Keep going!" she urged him on, pushing his hips forward with her calves wrapped around him.

Again, he did as she wanted, sliding in and out from her drenched pussy, setting the same pace that made her come.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Rage demanded with her head thrown back and her whole body straining in need.

Law straightened up, lifting her hips. Then he rammed his cock hard into her. His breath quickening with the wave of pleasure from the new angle.

"Faster!" she bared her teeth in an impatient growl.

That was it. Law flipped her on her hands and knees, gripping bruisingly at her hips and driving his cock as fast and deep as was physically possible.

She was screaming, her hands balling in the blanket, while she pushed back her ass, meeting his every thrust with added force.

Law grit his teeth, willing down his rapidly building orgasm, fully intending to send Rage over the edge once more, before his own release.

It didn't take long. The screams died on her lips and her body tensed, breath catching in her throat. She went very still, before she released a deep moan, as her whole body went loose, her pussy flooding with hot wetness and she sank face first into the mattress.

Two more thrusts and Law let go, his own orgasm hitting with unexpected force. His muscles spasmed almost painfully as he released into her. The overwhelming pleasure, whitening his vision for a split second.

He released Rage's hips and sagged next to her, heaviness seeping into his limbs. Her eyes were closed, an expression of complete bliss painting her face. He reached out and held the side of her neck, stroking his thumb against her jaw.

"I never saw someone coming so fast," he said softly.

She smiled and looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Clearly you haven't slept with a man before."

He burst out laughing and rolled to lay on his back. "You are an impossible woman."

"So I was told," she replied with a wide, lazy smile. "What now?"

The question reminded him of their arrangement and a sudden heaviness lodged itself in his chest.

It's a hormonal reaction, it will be over soon.

"Take the oxytocin." He instructed, reaching for her palm and placing it on his temple. He didn't let go in case she got carried away.

There wasn't any physical sensation that would indicate she was doing anything. Until she withdrew her hand and his mind was sharp again. The after sex fuzziness, the heaviness, all gone.

He blinked several times in surprise, he never expected to feel this good. He turned his head towards Rage, but her eyes were closed, her features perfectly relaxed. Her beige skin regained a healthy, radiant tone with every passing second.

"This is actually a double shot," she said with a satisfied smile, opening her eyes to look straight at him. The tired shadows under her eyes were nearly gone. "My brain also shoots oxytocin for me to recalibrate. How do you feel?" She searched his face intently.

"Good."

"Would you even tell me, if something was wrong?"

"Yes, I would tell you, so you could do better next time." He gave her a half smile, his fingers itching to touch her hair and caress her skin. He didn't do it, he would probably cross some kind of line in their arrangement.

"You up for another round? Pun totally intended." Her words broke his trail of thoughts. She was smiling widely and waggled her brows at him.

He couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Foolish of me to expect, that would be enough for you."

"Cut me some slack, it was over a year long dry spell. A girl has needs." Her eyes were glinting with humor, the carefree energy strangely putting him at ease.

"Sure, let's fix your dry spell." The moment the words left his lips, she was on him, straddling his hips and rubbing her soaked, dripping with cum pussy over his stiffening cock.

This time he didn't have to suppress his urge to touch. As long as they were going at it, he could touch this feisty woman to his heart's content.

Law reached out and pushed his fingers through her black hair. He gripped the back of her head and pulled her down for a kiss.

The moment they stepped on the deck the galley bell rang, calling the crew for the evening meal.

"Seriously?" Rage looked at Law questioningly. "It's the second time today you finished before a meal. What's your deal?"

He just shrugged tiredly, pulling her towards the galley without a word. Law looked worn out and a small pang of guilt shot through her. She wasn't sure if the reason for his wearines were almost two hours of sex or hormone absorbtion. Did she take too much? She focused hard to take only oxytocin, but what if she accidentally took other hormones too?

Rage made a mental note to pay closer attention to hormone levels in a partner to only take the amount of oxytocine that was produced during sex.

The galley was full of raunchy pirates, happily yapping at each other. The dinner was pretty simple for the amount of time it took to prepare it. Rage eyed the cook, who was leaning against the kitchen counter, his posture relaxed and a satisfied half smile tugging at his lips. The two young crewmates who were supposed to help him prepare dinner, were sporting an array of red marks on their skin.

She smiled into her sandwich and gave the cook a knowing wink, which he answered with a lazy smirk.

When she met him, she thought he was giving off a dom vibes. Now she was sure. This piece of information was quite promising. If she judged his invitation correctly, she'd have three people to leech off hormones, if she decided to ditch the Straw Hats.

Yes, leech off, because she felt like a fucking leech praying on warm bodies. Willing bodies non the less, but it didn't change the fact she needed to suck stuff from their blood to get by. It left a bad taste, even if Law made it clear he was fine and quite satisfied with their arrangement.

The truth was she'd sleep with him regardless. He was hot and totally her type, when it came to men. Her taste in women was a bit different, she preferred them wild as hell with a touch of crazy.

Her thoughts travelled to Kisa, causing her mood to sour. Yeah, Kisa was definitely up her alley, didn't do her much good.

"How are you Rage? Did Law-kun manage to fix your devil fruit?" Robin's words pulled her from her thoughts.

"Law did his best but it's more of a temporary fix," she replied with a crooked smile. "It's easier to be around people now, without the constant urge to drain everyone dry."

That turned a lot of heads her way, most wearing shocked expressions.

"So you really are a vampire, Rage-senpai?" Bartolomeo exclaimed with a mix of shock and exhilaration.

Her lips quivered with the effort to keep in all the inappropriate comments that her twisted brain conjured. She put a hand over her mouth to shut herself up as her eyes traveled to Law.

"Stop being ridiculous," Law berated the other captain. "She has some trouble with her devil fruit, nothing that can't be rectified with enough practice and treatment."

"What he said," she agreed eagerly. "Don't worry, I won't hurt any of you. Unless you ask." She gave a cheeky wink and laughed as Bartolomeo's gaze traveled towards the cook with a warning glare. "Hey, Bartolomeo, where are you heading after Zou?"

The green haired captain cocked his head at the question. "Well, it seems we are in need of a navigator, so we'll go to the nearest island to look for one. Are you asking because you want to come with us?"

"I'm considering my options."

"But you said you'll be coming with us!" protested Luffy with a mouth stuffed with food. Didn't anybody teach him not to talk with his mouth full?

"It was a misunderstanding," she explained with a huff. "When you asked me to come with you, I hallucinated someone else who wore that hat before you."

"Are you lucid now?" Luffy pinned her with an intense stare, it was weird, but he didn't relent until she nodded in response. "Then, come with us to fight Kaido."

His stare bore into her with an unexpected intensity. It threw her off, but she managed not to frown. She wasn't sure if she even liked him, he mostly annoyed the hell out of her. "You know, I've had a pretty good life before slavery. I still have family, friends and a job that I can resume the moment I'll get back home. But now that I have a bounty on my head, I'm not sure I can endanger their lives simply by being around them. I could join my dads, I'm a small fry compared to their bounties, so it wouldn't be a problem. I'm not sure, tagging with the Supernovas to fight an Emperor of the Sea is the wisest choice given my condition."

There was a deep frown on Luffy's face. He even stopped stuffing himself with food, which was still piled high before him. "But you're getting better and Torao is taking care of you," he stated, making it sound like she was the unreasonable one. "There's enough time before we arrive in Wano, for you to heal properly."

Rage wasn't in a mood to argue with him. She just had amazing sex first time in over a year. She was feeling really good for the first time in over a year , so she wasn't going to waste it on arguing with this moron.

"I'll think about it." She declared, stuffed the rest of her sandwich into her mouth and left the galley.

Rage went for the farthest end of the couches and made herself comfortable. She needed to think about her options, but she really didn't want to be alone in the small cabin she shared with Robin. Closed spaces made her uneasy and reminded her of the cell on Punk Hazard. Maybe she'd spend the night on the deck, the couches were big enough and the sea was calm.

She had to scrap her plans, when the cushion beside her dipped and the scent that wafted her way announced Zoro's arrival. She turned her head, flashing him a wide smile.

"What's up Zoro-senpai?" she teased. "Couldn't stand all the attention from your fanboys?"

He huffed, handing her a bottle, which she accepted graciously and took a sip. It was sake, the good kind.

"You know, Luffy really wants you to join this alliance against Kaido." Zoro mused before taking a deep gulp from his bottle.

"I'm not sure if I share the sentiment."

"Law seems to approve of the idea, and he doesn't approve of much." The swordsman added, his eyes fixed on the setting sun.

"Oh, you have no idea," she chuckled before taking another sip. Law was a silent, sarcastic and disproving person on a daily basis, but extremely open and attentive in bed. Frankly, it blew her mind and was still doing all kinds of things to her libido.

Zoro turned to her with a sharp grin. "So, Law, huh?"

"Yeah, he found the glitch in my devil fruit, as we agreed. He proposed a solution and offered his help," she explained and took a sip of sake.

"Having very loud sex is the solution?"

"Yeah basically," she confirmed, unfazed. There never was a time in her life when she even remotely felt guilty about sex. "It was great and worked."

She decided to give him a shortened version of the talk she had earlier with Law. Zoro's eyes didn't leave her the whole time she was speaking. His scent oddly put her at ease, helping her relax and apparently losened her tongue. Or was it the alcohol?

"Seems easy enough," was his short reply to all the news she just gave him.

"In theory," she mused but paused when Law sat on the opposite couch, directly in front of her.

"How do you feel?" he pinned her with his calm golden gaze.

"Better. All thanks to you," she saluted him with the bottle, then took a sip. The burning sensation washed over her throat pleasantly.

"I imagine it was not as efficient as draining people on Dressrosa. You'll have to monitor the effects to assess how long they'll last until you need another dose."

She huffed, sudden heaviness weighing her down. She leaned her head tiredly on the back of the couch, looking at the darkening sky. The truth was, she wanted more, a lot more. She wasn't sure if draining everyone on this ship would sate the ever present need. "You know, I'm not really used to the idea of treating people as convenient medical aids."

"I don't mind what you choose to call it."

She opened her eyes to leer at him but caught Law giving Zoro an assessing look. The swordsman held his gaze while taking a long gulp of sake, it was an intense moment as if they were having a silent conversation.

Finally Law's eyes turned to her. "You should probably have more than one person helping you out. In your case, the more you absorb, the better you'll feel."

So that's how it is, you sneaky bastard. Two can play that game.

"That's why I'm thinking about going with the Barto-club. J, the cook, issued an invitation to jump his bones, and with his two subs I think I'll be set for a bit. He gives me serious Daddy vibes. It's not my favourite type of dom, but I can work with that. At the very least I can spare his boys a lot of sub-drops."

Law expression got carefully blank. "I don't know what most of what you said means."

"I'd be surprised if you did," she smirked lazily.

There was a loud springing noise and in a blink, there was Monkey D. Luffy wrapped around Zoro. Stretched out arms and legs were circling his first mate several times. Somehow the swordsman didn't even waver, just pushed one limb down from his forearm, so he could continue drinking.

Rage winced at the sight, the rubber powers were still giving her the creeps.

"Have you decided yet?" Luffy asked with a broad, carefree smile.

"I see patience isn't your forte," she retorted, pulling a sip from her bottle.

Luffy cocked his head to the side. "Aren't you too old to be still clinging to your parents? Don't you want to be independent?"

She nearly spit the sake, her eyes going wide in reaction to the sheer audacity of his words. She let haki flow into her hands. "You better run, you little shit, or I'll wipe the deck with your sorry face."

Zoro was yanked from the couch when Luffy sprang away to avoid Rage's fist. He was thrown to the opposite couch, the bottle of sake slipping from his fingers but he managed to catch it before it smashed. He flopped down, where he landed, which was just next to Law. The tall captain had turned in his seat to follow the squabble.

There was a loud yelp from Luffy, which meant Rage managed to land a punch.

"Aren't you concerned for your captain's safety?" Law asked, without turning from the fight.

Zoro snorted. "Nah, he did it on purpose."

The bottle was empty and Zoro frowned at it like it personally offended him.

There was a lot of shouting behind his back. It seemed the captain of the boat found it necessary to intervene.

"The thing you implied earlier," Zoro started, putting the bottle away. "I don't mind to be her fuck buddy, she's intereting enough. Luffy wouldn't mind either."

Law snorted. "She nearly threw him overboard, I think it's safe to say she's not interested."

"I didn't peg you for the sharing type," Zoro continued.

Law met his stare with a raised brow as if the comment surprised him. "You'll have to own something to share it. That doesn't apply to her. I'm just helping her out."

"But you care enough to offer help."

He didn't get an answer, the moment was interrupted by Rage plopping onto the couch next to Zoro.

"Your captain's an idiot." She stated with a deep scowl, folding her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, he sometimes is," Zoro agreed, leaning back with a sigh.

"You remind me of my first mate," Rage mused, brushing her fingers through tangled hair. "She always called me out on my bullshit."

"What's your crew called?" he asked with a scowl. The fact she had her own crew, ment she wouldn't be willing to join them. Luffy was dead set on making her nakama.

"Team One, we don't do crews, flags and matching tattoos, too many marks to recognize us by," she seemed to be more preoccupied with her hair, than interested in the topic. "The team probably is not mine anymore. After all the time I was gone, they have chosen a new team leader."

"So you want to go and reclaim your position?"

She eyed him carefully, then took a quick glance at Law, before she turned her back to him and lifted her shirt slightly. There was massive scarring on her skin, or rather the skin on her back was a large, mangled scar. The shirt dropped and she sat back with a huff. "The scars on my back are half of what they were at first and my nails grew back after two months. I was interrogated before they sold me to Cesar," the expression on her face turned pensive, but her voice stayed casual like she wasn't talking about torture but her last shopping trip. "I don't know if I told them what they wanted to know, it was pure pain after the hundred and twenty lash and my mind just tapped out. I was in and out of consciousness for a long time, hallucinating and talking with people that couldn't be there with me. I don't know if I gave out any viable information about our base and ops. That's why I wanted to contact my mother as soon as possible, to know if the base was ok. If I did fuck up, I need to go and help them."

"And if you didn't?"

"Then maybe your shithead of a captain has a point." Her words made Zoro smirk, Luffy did know how to get what he wanted. "Don't look so smug, this little alliance of yours has a serious flaw."

"Do tell."

"It's a fucking weiner fest. What are you, a boys club and no girls aloud?"

"Sanji would agree with you wholeheartedly."

"I'm pretty sure I'd have a better score with the girls than your shitty cook," she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest again.

Zoro burst out laughing, she had a point. He nudged her with his shoulder. "What's your crew like, then?"

"It's a pussy fest," she replied with a wink. "Boys didn't make the cut, they were too weak."

"You have some kind of contest going on to join?"

"No, but there is a bit of training to go through before you're allowed on missions. Like enduring interrogation. My grandma was on that one and let me tell you, being waterboarded by your own grandmother is an experience of its own."

"Seems like your family has issues."

She shrugged, looking around for something. "I need some booze," she stated and turned around on the couch, calling out to no one in particular. "Zoro-senpai is out of booze."

It worked like magic and he was handed more bottles than he could hold, asked a hundred questions if he needed anything else.

"Yeah a blanket and a pillow, cause he'll fall asleep on the couch when he drinks all of this," Rage commented and the eager fanboys scurried away.

"This is not enough booze for me to pass out," he said after opening a bottle of sake.

She snatched one of the bottles for herself, grinning at him widely. "The blanket is for me, cause there's no way I'm sleeping in a small room if I have a choice."

"Why is that?" Law asked after staying silent for a while.

"Geez, loosen up Law," she tossed the surgeon one of the bottles with booze. "You'll pop a vein if you keep being so stressed out. Not everything is a medical emergency."

Zoro did agree with her. In fact he would gladly help the tall captain relax, preferably with his mouth and cock. He had his eyes set on the former Warlord from the moment they met on Punk Hazard. At first he wasn't sure if the guy was into men but after seeing him wear a shirt with feathered collar and the shape of his tattoos it became quite obvious he was at least a bit queer. Frankly, most pirate crews were queer as fuck. He was part of a crew like that and next to him sat Rage who was probably into anybody.

"I've already had a solid dose of stress relief today," Law responded casually, "and you didn't answer my question."

"Maybe because I don't wanna think about that shit. But if you insist, then yeah, sure, let's dive straight into that can of worms. It's been such a great day, why not fuck it up with a sob story."

"Yeah, why not," Law replied dryly, somehow matching the level of her sarcasm. What a time to be sitting between the both of them. Luckily there was plenty of booze.

"You know, when I was locked up in my small cell with one tiny, barred with seastone window, without any heating and one measly blanked, being fed once a day or not at all while being experimented on daily, I sometimes could smell you wandering the corridors. Every time I had this feeling, you didn't fit in that place."

"I didn't know you were held there, Cesar and Monet kept you a secret." Law sounded apologetic, which caught Zoro by surprise. "My plan was to capture Cesar and destroy the SAD installation. I would have called the marines to pick up the prisoners after I was done."

"Yeah, that would suck," Rage took a long sip from her bottle. "They would probably send me to some testing facility of their own. Luckily this fucking maniacs came along." She pointed at Zoro and clinked their bottles together with a smile, then fell silent for a long while, staring into space. "I was raised around a lot of people, first on a ship, then in a rapidly growing city. Life was always loud, busy, there was always something happening, and suddenly I was thrown into a small room, isolated from people. The lab techs were faceless voices, always wearing gas masks and hazmat suits. The only faces I saw were Cesar and Monet but that was only during testing and experiments." She fell silent again, tensing visibly. On a whim, Zoro reached out and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her against his side. She relaxed instantly, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Monet sometimes came to my cell. I suppose she was trying to find out if I was hiding what I could really do with my powers. She did all sorts of mind games, tried elaborate violence. I was so starved for human contact, I let her do anything to me, just so she'd stay longer or return for another round. I guess she took a liking to me eventually, because she saved my life when Cesar was finally done with me. She was supposed to kill me, but instead she locked me up in a dark, tiny cell, right by the docking area. She told me that if I survive until the next SAD shipment, she'll make sure to get me on the tanker to Dressrosa. I don't know how long I've been there, I was free when a wall collapsed. I crawled from under the rubble and found a pirate ship with a familiar flag docked nearby." Her speech was getting slower, as her body grew lax. She was slowly falling asleep. "What happened to her?" She mumbled softly.

"I gave her heart to Cesar and he stabbed it, thinking it was mine." Law explained with a hard voice.

"Good," she replied, falling silent again. Her breathing slowed and evened out, as she fell asleep.

Zoro heard a lot of tragic stories, most of his crewmates had difficult pasts. He'd seen a lot of fucked up shit himself, but he never got used to it. It fucked him up every time. Rage's story was no exception. People like her shouldn't go through messed up shit like that.

A warm tigh pressed against his, pulling him from angry thoughts.

"Ease up," Law's golden eyes pinned his gaze. "Getting angry won't change what happened."

"Yeah," he grunted noncommittally and took a long swig of booze.

"She's here now, she's getting better," Law continued. "She had her chance at revenge on the guy who was the mastermind behind her suffering. The world's already a bit better place without Doflamingo running trafficking operations in the underworld."

"Does it really? Did we manage to make a difference or are we deluding ourselves?"

"I'm sure it made a difference to Rage, to the kids on Punk Hazard and to the people on Dressrosa, that's something."

"And you?" Zoro shot him a pointed look. "You had your own reason to go after that fucker. Do you sleep better now?"

"Yeah, I do," Law replied with unexpected sincerity, his voice sounding raw.

They fell silent afterwards. Finishing their drinks to the sound of fading voices as the deck slowly emptied. Zoro threw the blanket around Rage and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

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