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Pictures of you
"Nami, I'm insanely hungry!"
"In a minute, Luffy, just let me check the latest numbers real quick!"
Grumbling, he wedged a pillow in front of his stomach, pouted on the couch, and looked at her waitingly.
"I'm starving... Come on, at least let me get to your fridge!" he grumbled minutes later, when the young woman still hadn't looked up from her monitor.
Surrendered, she sighed, but visibly rolled her eyes as she stood up.
"All right, I'll order you pizza. But only because your new photos are making me rich!"
"Really?" he asked incredulously, and Nami looked at him for a moment as if she didn't know what the question was referring to.
She shook her head, coming toward him.
"Yes, I'll get you pizza and YES, you'll make me rich. The pictures in the bathtub have catapulted your download numbers into six figures! I already have an idea for the next set too! Are you free Saturday night?"
Grinning broadly, Luffy tossed the pillow off his lap.
"Sure!"
"Okay. But no face again?" she asked, just in case.
"As always, Nami. I don't want anyone to see my face!"
Giveaway
Groaning softly, he bit his lower lip. His eyes wanted to fall shut, but he forced himself to keep them open. His gaze lingered on the display of his tablet, with which he had retreated to his bedroom and which was the only source of light in the dark room.
"Fuck, Mugiwara-ya," he murmured, thrusting into his hand and tensing briefly. He switched photos and his moans grew louder for a moment before he got himself halfway under control again and his hand eased some of the pressure on his hot cock. Hot bubbled the air around him. He felt as if his hot breath was rising visibly before his eyes. But nothing managed to distract his eyes from the object of his desire. Hastily licking his lower lip, he swallowed the next moan and felt his center twitch excitedly in his hand. Greedily, his gaze scanned over the display and the perfectly shot photo he was looking at there in all its detail. Mentally licking over the perfect soft skin, he lingered on the tight ass and focused on the gap he could see in the picture. The rope stretching between the butt cheeks really made his imagination explode and his second hand also sped to his twitching middle. The bite on his lower lip tightened and he curled up, speeding up the movements of his fingers, increasing the pressure. His hips jerked towards him all by themselves, he barely managed to keep the involuntary movements in check today. The heat inside him took on new proportions, his blood was literally boiling in his veins and sweat stood on his forehead, wetting his skin. The fingers, all slippery from the lube, rubbed over his hot skin in a much too fast rhythm, closing tighter around his member and his eyes narrowed to slits from which he could barely see the image sharply. Seconds later the pressure became unbearable, he felt his bulging manhood swell even more until it seemed to almost burst and with a final moan he closed his eyes. Only for a moment he held his breath, every muscle in his body tensed and with a moaned curse he gave in to the pressure and poured hotly onto his upper body.
Breathing heavily, he dropped completely onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in the bluish light of the tablet and listening to the much too rapid throbbing in his body.The stimulating photos still shone before his inner eye. The aftermath of the orgasm raged through his circulation, fatigue gradually mixed into his hormone cocktail, and he had to force himself to keep his eyes open to keep from simply falling asleep.
He couldn't fall asleep now. He had to be at work in three hours for the early shift, and if he dozed off now, he might forget about being on time.
Still far too heated, he rolled over onto his right side with a groan, took a wistful look at the tablet's display, and forced himself to stand up. The cool air made him shiver as he struggled out of bed and stifling a yawn, he plodded across the room on bare feet, quietly opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
Silence enveloped him. Of course it did. After all, he lived here alone. But nothing could be heard from his neighbors at this ungodly hour. Without flipping the light switch, he walked slowly into the bathroom and only there did he flip on the light.
Blinded, he squinted his eyes briefly, waited until he could get used to the glare, and then slowly opened them again, blinking several times.
The rush in his body faded, the orgasm finally subsided, and with a deep breath he turned to the mirror above the sink.
Tired eyes looked at him and let their gaze wander over his figure.
He ignored the deep circles under his eyes as best he could, focusing on his trained torso and the tattoos that stretched across his skin. A large tribal heart on his chest with a smiley sitting in the center. Hearts of similar design on his upper arms and round symbols, whose meanings were known only to him, on his forearms. He couldn't see his hands in the mirror, nor his back. But he knew there were tattoos on them, too, even on his fingers. The thought elicited a weary snort from him. His colleagues weren't too big fans of the tattoos on his knuckles. Well, not everyone had "DEATH" written there, and especially in his job that could be misunderstood.
But he pushed the thought aside, turned away and entered the shower. The icky feeling of his semen was sticking to his stomach and fingers, and while he felt the relief and endorphins that climax had brought, that wouldn't mean he suddenly found the sticky feeling pleasant. Quite the opposite. He hated it when his skin was sticky. He even hated it when he sweated too much.
His friends liked to make fun of this quirk of his. They had once said that he would never make it in a relationship with this attitude. He didn't care. He didn't need a relationship. After all, he had everything he wanted. He had...him. And that was perfectly enough for him.
As he turned on the water, his thoughts returned to the new photos he had just looked at online and an animated gasp escaped his lips.
Who needed real relationships as long as he existed....
Just thinking about that wonderful, perfect, soft and smooth skin... about those slender shoulders that shone so beautifully in the water, those arms that had been tied to his back by the rope and that perfect, heart-shaped little ass that he desired more than anything he had ever encountered before....
He almost got hard again.
He forced himself to push the stimulating image out of his thoughts, pausing for a moment under the hot stream of water and asking himself why, really. He still had almost two hours before he had to leave his apartment. And he wouldn't sleep anymore anyway... So he could well allow himself to dream himself back into his fantasies with Mugiwara....
And so he let his eyes fall shut, sank against the tiled wall and clasped his cock.
The new photos were just too good. And worth every penny he spent on him month after month. If he could, he'd want to see a lot more of him... If only he could....
But Trafalgar Law could not. For the object of his desire, upon whom he regularly teased himself and indulged his lust, was no one he knew personally. Or whom he could have contacted just like that.
No, he was addicted to "Mugiwara", like probably thousands of others.
"Mugiwara" was the account of a young man he had been following for years. He had discovered it during his graduation from university, by chance, because someone had shared one of the publicly available pictures and was thus reported to him. At that time, the account had less than 50 followers. Today, it had nearly a million fans.
Law knew every single post, every photo, everything that was known about the young man who sneaked into Law's bed with his photos night after night.
The special thing about the photos of the permissive man was not even that he posted very erotic and always aesthetic pictures of himself online, but that in all this time - which was a good two years in the meantime - his face had never been seen. Not even once. The most he had revealed of himself was a photograph of him lying on his back, one leg drawn up, his back slightly arched. He had been wearing almost see-through, white, skin-tight shorts in the picture and a white, equally tight and almost see-through shirt that he had pulled up over his nipples to his collarbone. The picture had been taken from the side so the light fell perfectly on the pale skin and it reached up to his ear. But the head was turned to the other side, so nothing could be seen except a few strands of black hair. It was one of Law's favorite pictures to this day. The sight of it really invited him to lick over the flat, naked belly, to sink his tongue into his belly button when he would lean over it and then devote himself to the hint of fabric that covered his desired body....
Yes, Law was hopelessly addicted to the pictures of this man. And they were for him much more than just a regular jerk-off template that he got off on. He followed everything the "Straw Hat" did. Whether he shared pictures from the next set in his stories, whether he uploaded new pictures to his Patreon account, which Law had already willingly followed in the very first ad, or whether he told something about himself again to the hot photos. He didn't do that often, usually the texts were limited to a few words, but every now and then it happened that Mugiwara told about his life. Or asked questions. And Law answered every single one of them.
Two weeks ago, he had asked if there was anything his followers would like to see, and Law had curtly answered "bondage." He certainly wasn't the only one who had done so, but he was the first, and now Mugiwara had announced a series of bondage photos, the first two of which had already gone online a few hours ago for his paying fans.
His photos were just too good not to love. And Law was happy to be able to afford premium access. That way, he was always one of the few to see the pictures first - and uncensored.
But now, after satisfying himself one more time in the shower, he just hastily saved the photos to his folder. He kept a meticulous record of all the pictures he had of Mugiwara, and these ended up in the new "Bondage" folder. Again, his stomach tingled hotly as his gaze probed over the bare skin.
Shaking his head, he dispelled the feeling.
Work.
He had to get ready for the shift. And glancing at the digital clock beside the bed, he realized he'd taken too long with his fantasies. He was far from late, but he should start moving if he still wanted real coffee and not the watered-down brew they served in the ER.
For Law worked in the hospital. He was a surgeon and more than skilled at his craft. And because he was the one who had no personal obligations, they liked to squeeze him in on the early shifts - and they started at six in the morning. Grumbling, he ran his hand through his still-damp hair and turned to his closet.
Being late was not an option. But nothing worked without coffee either.
"Hooiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Law, you look more than fresh again!" he was greeted by Shachi, who would be sharing the early shift in the ER with him today and was probably something like his best friend. At least one of them. Bepo and Penguin were not on duty today.
"Thank you, how could I possibly start my day better than with your wonderfully bad sarcasm, my friend," he greeted back and briefly looked around the surprisingly empty entrance area. It was twenty minutes before the start of his shift. He took his thermos of coffee to the small office down the hall where he would go about his work when there were no patients waiting and where he would periodically stop by for a sip of the hot brew.
"Oh come on, I'm just teasing you!" the redhead grinned and put an arm around his shoulders, thus pulling Law, who was considerably taller, into an uncomfortable forward bent position from which he extricated himself within seconds.
"It's too early for such jokes, Shachi, and you know it," he rumbled softly.
Somewhere behind him he could hear a soft giggle. Probably one of the nurses. Annoyed, he rolled his eyes. It really was too early. Or the two cups of coffee at home hadn't been enough to get him half awake yet.
"Too early?" repeated Shachi, now much quieter and with more seriousness in his voice. He let go of him and gave him a searching look, "Did you sleep at all last night?"
"I did," he gritted out, avoiding his gaze as he did so.
"You know that anything under three hours doesn't count as sleep, it's a nap at best? So, did you sleep?"
"Yes, Mom," the surgeon returned, annoyed, "I slept. Now let me get to my work. The day is getting long."
Surrendered, his friend dropped the subject. But Law knew very well that this would only give him short-term peace. As always. But he simply had too little free time to waste it on something as trivial as sleep, when he would much rather look at the news about Mugiwara and enjoy his pictures... That they regularly deprived him of a few hours of sleep, because he just couldn't get enough of it, he hadn't told his friends. But unfortunately, they knew him a little too well to have probably not figured it out themselves long ago.
Because to Law's greatest annoyance, they knew about the online account. He usually had one of his favorite pictures as his lock screen. Of course, it was always one from the adult series and one that didn't just show naked skin. But stupidly, his friends always made fun of stealing his cell phone. And so at some point it had come to light that he probably wasn't using photos of his few one-night stands there....
Ten cups of coffee later, his shift was over. Exhausted, he sank into the couch in the lounge next to Shachi. It had become an unspoken tradition that they sat together briefly after their shift before the day ended and everyone went home.
"So, what's my favorite perpetual single up to today?" the older man teased, looking at Law with a knowing look.
The surgeon sighed.
"Same old, same old, you know that. I've got another early shift tomorrow. I'm sure there's nothing about edging today. What about you?"
"I'm off tomorrow," the redhead grinned, leaning over provocatively, "Come on, let me talk you into a drink. I don't want to hang out in the bar by myself...!"
"If it would stay at one drink, I'd even come with you. But I know you too well, my friend. With you, I'll be lucky if you don't meet me as a patient in the ER tomorrow morning because you've shot yourself down again! Why don't you take Penguin with you..." Law firmly defended himself and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, which was vibrating.
He took only a very brief, fleeting glance at the display and hastily turned it away again so that his supposed best friend wouldn't see what he had seen. But Shachi knew him far too well.
"Penguin has to assist on a surgery tomorrow at nine, he's not leaving today. Come on, Law, don't leave me hanging... Oh. Any word from him?"
Law didn't like the way he'd said that last word. He never liked it. He knew what his friends thought of his enthusiasm for the young man from the Internet, but he did everything he could to ignore it.
Maybe, in a way, they were actually right. Maybe it wasn't normal to still be chasing an online ghost in his late twenties. But he couldn't help it. Mugiwara was just... Mugiwara.
And of course, the mail had been from him, which Law had hastily covered.
"Just an email," he lied without even batting an eye, changing the subject, "I'm certainly not going out drinking with you. Find someone else. Why don't you ask one of the nurses? It's almost shift change. I'm going to head home. Those last two idiots got on my last nerve today."
Shachi measured him with a long look, looked deep into his eyes, but then sighed and waved it off.
He lowered his gaze and shook his head, barely visible.
"All right, I'll see you the day after tomorrow. Get some rest and do me a favor and sleep tonight, please."
Not for the first time that day, the surgeon rolled his eyes at Shachi's words. He knew his friends were worried. But they just worried way too much and about way too many things! After all, he was no longer a child! And even if they would never believe it, he could take care of himself very well. He ate too little, probably showered more often than was good and drank too much coffee. Apart from that, however, he got along very well. He had a stable environment, regular contact with his sister and her adoptive father, and a more or less regular job. The only thing they could accuse him of - and they never tired of telling him - was that he needed a real relationship. No one asked him if he even wanted that. Because, he didn't.
A relationship meant a lot of time, having to be considerate of the other person, having to share what little free time his job brought with it with someone else, although often enough he didn't even want to be alone with himself.
No, a partnership was currently out of the question for him. When he felt like it, he went out and reacted to a meaningless acquaintance. Strangely enough, this was tolerated by his friends much more than his absence from these more or less regular drinking bouts, which served only this one purpose. And just because he abstained from them, everyone was worried about him? What a strange reason...
Shaking his head, he stood up and raised his right hand briefly before leaving Shachi alone in the common room.
Now just don't run into anyone who could keep him from his end of the day, or he would surely spend the night in the clinic again. A circumstance that happened far too often. But not today. It was already working in his head. He had just had a very brief glimpse of the new post and therefore had only been able to read individual syllables, but the post was different than usual. And the curiosity in him burned brightly when he finally made it out of the building complex and made his way to the subway, which was only a few minutes away.
***Heyhooooo, my beloved nuggets!***
We have cracked the incredible milestone of 1,000,000 followers!
You guys are awesome! I don't even know what to say - THANK YOU!
Of course, such a special moment deserves a very special event....
I have thought of something for you.
In the last months I got more and more requests that you want to get to know me. And now comes YOUR CHANCE!
Win a date with me!
His heart beat faster at once. He flipped from one colorful picture framed with balloons and fireworks to another and read in no time what the requirements were to get the chance to actually meet Mugiwara.
As his hands began to tremble, he bit down hard on his lower lip. He reached the subway station and ran almost blindly down the steps, pushing his way through the barrier, and with each passing moment he grew more nervous!
You read that right! Win a meeting with me!
A two hour meeting at a location of my choosing - we'll go out to eat and maybe even take a picture.
We can talk, I'll answer any questions you want to know!
And all this live and in color! One of you will have the pleasure to spend time with me far away from all cameras!
How can you participate?
Send me a gift. Whoever sends me the perfect gift by 05.05. at the latest, wins!
The decision will be made by myself!
So, come up with something. The address is in the picture description. The mailbox remains active until 05.05.!
Take your chance. I'm really looking forward to your submissions and I'm super excited!
The fifth of May. That was Mugiwara's birthday. So it wasn't just about a gift, it was about his birthday!
Law almost missed his stop because he was reading the post over and over again, his brain was processing way too much information at once and he just couldn't keep up. But he wanted to win it! He wanted to win this meeting at any cost! Frantically, his blood pulsed through his veins, his hands grew damp.
If he could really win this meeting... if he could meet Mugiwara... The thought made something inside him flutter excitedly, almost as if something was lifting his stomach and dancing around it. He felt warm in a whole different way just trying to imagine it. He could really meet this man! He just needed luck... And probably more luck than he had available in a lifetime, but what did it matter?
A thousand ideas flashed through his mind of what he would want to send to this beautiful person, though none of them struck him as good or appropriate enough - until his thoughts came to a complete halt with a loud heartbeat. It was as if the world stopped for a moment.
He had the perfect gift at home.
A small, incredulous smile settled on his lips.
The subway stopped, the doors opened, and he almost forgot to get off.
At the last moment he rushed out of the crowded train, hurried from the underground back to the surface and walked the last few minutes in almost unnatural haste.
Until he was finally in his apartment, carelessly taking off his shoes and leaving them there. His heart was pounding again - or still? - much too excitedly, as he approached the shelf in the living room, on the upper level of which were the photos with his friends.
Behind it, he had placed a still-sealed package nearly four months ago. He forced himself to calm down before carefully lifting the box out without knocking over the picture frames.
There it was. There he had put it himself. Not with the knowledge that he might actually be able to give it to him one day, but still bought in the knowledge that it would mean something to him... With trembling hands he held it tightly, nodding to himself. His throat was dry as dust. He had the perfect gift. He could really win this lottery!