𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨

資金調達🚗🧼💰

it really is

revolutionary 🖤

And when she does, she would find herself surrounded by racks of clothes and accessories. All of them plucked out of their respective stores from town.

"You can show me what your style is, or you can keep all of them, of course"

"I thought it might not be your style. .", he muses softly. "Alright, open your eyes"

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He smiles a little when she does as asked, leading her to the deck, before raising his hand to create one of his 'rooms'. The air about them taking a bluish tint as the dome of his control expands beyond his line of sight.

It's about a minute or two before he speaks again. +

to keep up his case of being a strict doctor. "yes, i would. . i'd be chewing off your ear about it every day, making you sick of me. throwing you overboard if you give me any lip about it. . ", the smile on his lips curls higher.

he smirks a bit, pleased he's got him thinking about the hypothetical consequences of this hypothetical situation. his heart beat louder in his chest from the clear sign that his touch was welcome.

he continues softly, his eyes trained on his face. in admiration of his features more than +

"and for your last present, i need you to close your eyes and step out onto the deck", he smirks softly towards her, holding out a hand for her to take.

"i don't know if you'll like this one, but--", he unwraps another present in his palm, a hair pin. but perhaps it was more his thing than hers.

it's a little on the nose, getting her a lucky cat to bring her wealth and fortune. but he thought it was cute anyway.

he has a few things for @catburglingnami.bsky.social "happy birthday. . dorobo neko"

of*
thinking of you

thinking about you @offirefists.bsky.social

marace

what it meant to be carrying you that day

i'm not here, i'm a figment of your imagination. .

( he pauses a bit to kiss her cheek, then whispers )

go on. .

his chest was bare except for the ink etched across it, his heart beating steadily louder inside. he could almost feel hers too. her blood pulsing, making her warmer. )

( languid, never in any hurry when he's with her like this. he felt drowsy like he was drugged, and yet so full of life. his fingers and thumb graze against fabric, caressing her nubs, tugging at the thin clothing. )

( gentle lips find her scar then, to shower soft kisses over the mark. +

i like it very much. .

( only speaking in whispers now, he moves his weight to press on top of her, his thigh pushing gently between her legs. law kisses over the swell of her mound, his teeth graze against her smooth skin, trying but not trying too hard to gain purchase )

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insist on pulling him in so sweetly, and he has never denied them. )

( his fingers graze against soft skin till they find the straps, just sliding them down her shoulder. )

is this new. . i haven't seen it before. .

( a firm hand kneads against the underside of her tit while he asks. his gaze is heavy too, fixed on blues that have their own gravity. they +

i like calling you beautiful. . and mine. . that's all. .

( he was smiling, his eyes nearly closed. his heart light and floating higher. every time her lips touched his face, he felt a little warmer. his kisses turn longer and a little more delirious by the second. )

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らくがき
夏のおむ🥗ろ〜

while his lips press more kisses the soft flesh of exposed breasts, finally resting his head in the crook of her neck. his voice barely a whisper )

my beautiful girl. .

( he's careful not to disturb the cat when he climbs into bed, his arms pressing around her sides and legs slotting into place between hers. law presses a kiss to her cheek, then her lips. soft pecks. )

hmm. .

( he hums without any answer. warm hands rub up over the smooth fabric +

go on, nobody is waiting. .

to the brim with her love. a towel wrapped around his waist, and damp hair falling down over his face.

law comes over to sit beside her, looking less like a gruff pirate captain and more like a very tired man. )

sorry it took me a bit. .

over his arms. healed but not enough to erase. )

( law stands up again, letting the water run once more. it's a quicker rinse, he was conscious now that his mind shouldn't wander. robin was waiting for him.

when he steps out of the bathroom again, he's dry and clean. empty. so she can fill him +

a dark bruise on his abdomen, just below the ribs on his right side. someone had kicked him before he'd sent him flying into the ocean. he should've been more careful, this would take some time to heal. how annoying.

the scrapes and scabs on his legs were easier to ignore. dark red scratches +

he scrubs his feet, his ears, his arms, his cock, his neck. touching his skin every day was a meditative activity. it allowed him to acknowledge a part of him that wasn't in his head.

he takes care to wash his hair too, the dirt and blood on his scalp dissolving painlessly in the shampoo.+