Blindfolds: Killer

Blindfolds: Killer

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 1,300+

Themes: Killer x afab!reader, blindfold sex, penetrative sex, cream pie, biting, kissing, sucking, pre-established relationship, reader in a blindfold.

Notes: One fic a day for 30 days leading up to my 30th birthday - still going ahead! I'm a little bit behind, but slowly catching up!

Lips grazed over your neck, pressing a featherlight touch against your pulse to cause a hitch in your breath. In one swift motion, Killer’s lips parted and began sucking and abusing your neck, causing your back to arch in a perfect crescent. He pushed hard on your hips to pin you against the bed, thumbing circles into your hips while smiling into your neck.

“Killer…” you whine, wriggling against his firm hold while baring more of your neck for him to violate with his lips, “Killer, please-.”

“Please, what?” He chuckled against you, gently nipping your flesh and tugging at your skin with his teeth. “This is what you wanted, right?” You felt his smile against your neck, causing you to whine out in protest while needy for his touch.

“I just wanted to kiss you,” you admit with your voice catching in your throat as he pressed his bare crotch flush with your own. You felt Killer’s lips leave your neck, the only contact between you being his hips against yours, and hands dipping the pillow behind you.

Trapped beneath his hips, you felt every ounce of weight he pressed into you: from the dense muscle mass of his thighs, to the tickle of his lengthy mane-like hair brushing against your skin. Each element of contact was heightened by the fact one of your senses was taken away by a shroud covering your eyes.

“No, that's not what you said,” he corrected you, flicking at your chin with his uncovered forehead, “You want to repeat it, or shall I?”

In lieu of answering his question, your exhale was joined to a gasping whine as you felt his fingers slowly card through your folds between you. Teeth nipped at your jaw as he circled your clit. With which finger, you simply had no clue.

“Alright, I will,” he teased you as you felt him line up the tip of his cock with your quivering pearl. Gently rocking his hips and grinding his shaft against your glistening cunt up to your belly, he whispered huskily in your ear.

“You said you wanted to feel my lips on your skin while we fucked, didn't you?” His rocking increased, his thick cock rubbing precum on your stomach each time he thrust his hips forward. “You said you wanted my tongue gliding on your body while I rut into you, right?” He stopped, sandwiching his cock between your stomach with his balls pressed against your slit and clit.

“You said you wanted my teeth sinking into your flesh while I made you scream my name in ecstasy.”

His voice, unmarred by his mask, caused your entire body to erupt in puckered goose-flesh. Each follicle on your skin pricked up, your nipples immediately pebbling while your cunt twitched, needily clenching around an absence while you gulped in air. He chuckled into your neck, which only aided in making you whine higher.

“Those were your words, weren't they? You like hearing my voice without my mask, don't you?” Killer purred huskily into your neck. You had no choice but to nod with your lips parted and panting for him. “Good. I like talking to you, too.”

He moved his hips once more, this time holding them away from you while he gently slotted his swollen tip between your legs. You felt so small while beneath his frame. He always seemed to dwarf you underneath him, especially as he moved his thighs to fall between your own: hooking your knees over his hips and gently rocking to inch his cockhead inside you.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, finally feeling your ring of muscle taking the ridge of his tip within. “Fuck, you're sucking me in really hard,” he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to your eyelid where the material shrouded your vision, “Greedy little thing, aren't you?”

“Only for you,” you whimpered, attempting to lace your ankles behind his back to urge him in deeper. “More, please.” You drew your arms beneath his and clawed at his shoulder blades to draw him down to meet you.

“So needy,” he growled playfully, allowing you to pull him along towards you. With a flex in his shoulders, his chest meeted yours while his cock immediately slipped to sheathe itself entirely with your core.

Your walls stretch and clench around him, prompting a rough grunt to rip from Killer’s throat. After testing your adjustment by wriggling his hips, he immediately set a harsh and bruising pace of hips slapping against yours. Each time he thrust in, his crotch slammed into your clit and caused you to cry out in bliss.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned into your neck. Panting and rolling his hips to hit that point in your body that makes you curl against him, he couldn't help but tug at your skin with his lips.

“You say that every time,” you whine, bucking up to match his thrusts.

“I mean it every time,” he laughed, leaning up and pressing his lips to your cheek while keeping his cock buried within you, “I'm not complaining, baby. You're made for me.” Shallowly thrusting, cock twitching and throbbing, you felt him getting closer to his release with each motion.

Everything felt without filter: your body experiencing every touch, every throb, every twitch your lover drove into you. Soft sparks of lust began to simmer in the creases behind your shrouded eyes. With your toes tingling and heart hammering, you felt the first waves of bliss pool in your belly and cause you to whimper for him.

The crude squelches of skin meeting skin clapped with a harder intensity the more in time your cunt fluttered and clamped around his shaft. Killer's breath against your skin came out in unfiltered huffs, every exhale presenting from him; singing soft praises of your name marrying with ‘so good’ and low groans.

“Gonna cum,” he warned you, his hips growing staggered and sloppy, “Cum with me, baby. I can feel how close you are.” His lips parted and circled your pulse, the drag of his porcelain teeth gently tugging at your neck while he bottomed out.

“Kil-!” you whined, tensing up around him and holding him as closely as you could. The tightness in your stomach split and erupted, your entire body alight in sparks of ecstasy. “Cumming, Killer-! F-fuck-!!”

As your pussy fluttered and choked him, his cock immediately released heavy ropes of cum deep within your pussy. His thrusts grew manic as he gently sucked your neck while muffling his moans against your rapid-beating pulse.

Your cries for him felt fresher without the muffle of his helm donned over his scalp. His icy eyes never left the way your lips quivered out your wanton moans. He was obsessed with seeing your bliss, no longer bound by the ports decorating his facial shield.

As you both rode through your highs, Killer collapsed onto you and winded you with his weight. His hands flew down to circle your thighs and helped you release your ankles from their tight lock behind him.

With each motion he made with you, his eyes never left your face. Drinking in every inch of your expression without the cover over his head felt like its own little blessing. The one thing he truly wanted to witness was your eyes on his features, but, unfortunately, he still felt too self-conscious to share it with you.

“Kil?” you softly whisper to him, moving your chin to seek out his face with your own. “Are you sure I can't see your face yet? You're currently balls deep inside me, and I'm literally filled with your cum. You certain you don't want me to see you?” He chuckled, shaking his head and pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Baby steps, love,” he assured you, drawing his lips above yours and gently kissing them. “Soon, I promise.”

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You've never seen Law like this, so bright and vibrant. It's... you have no words to explain how it feels. It's something new and unique. Like discovered the secrets of the universe. Seeing Law smile, so big and sincere, hearing his loud, husky laugh, has you on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Your chest hurts, but in a good way. You can't believe you're still hiding your feelings.

It was a silly thing, you didn't mean to be funny. You made fun of Shachi just out of habit, that's how you relate to others, you didn't expect to fall in such a... unfunny way. And it really hurt. But then you heard it. Your Captain's laughter. And as you looked up at the sound, you froze. Your heart was racing. It's not fair.

How can he make you feel that way?

“You have a nice laugh,” you blurt out without thinking, dumbfounded by him, still on the ground. You watch as his laughter quiets down, but a vague smile is still there. You smile widely when you see a slight color on his cheeks, looking away for a second before reaching his tattooed hand out to you.

"Come on, get your ass out of there. You're blocking the way," he says, no heat in his words. And when you take his hand and he pulls you towards him until you're face to face, you can only blink. It's beautiful in an almost painful way. Without letting go of your hand, he guides you away from the hallway.

"You should smile more," you continue speaking without thinking, completely affected by his sweet laugh.

Then Law smiles at you again. Just for you.

"Well, you must make me smile more."

╰┈➤ The pleasure of being a women ~

paring: female!! trafalgar law x f! reader

summary: you come across a pleasant surprise. and can’t help but daydream of this new law. wanting to show law the joy and pleasure of being a woman. || word count: 2.5k+

warnings: bottom law!! , fingering, oral (law receiving) , nipple play, scissoring, dirty talk, cussing, multiple orgasms for law. 

a/n: I know this is very unrealistic but I’m thirsty for female law and I need to eat her up || not proof read,, please let me know if there’s any mistakes.

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

“Law? What happened?! You’re a….you’re a woman!” You say and look at your boyfriend….well now girlfriend. And Law seemed pissed off as per usual, making you shake your head and chuckle at the poor woman. But you couldn’t help but stare at her. You had to admit she did have a lovely body, beautiful curves. It made you think to yourself, and you couldn’t but daydream to yourself. And Law was pacing around her office and as she was rambling you weren’t pay much attention, making Law snap her fingers at you.

“Hey! Listen to me when I’m talking to you dipshit!.” She snapped at you, quickly snap out of your thoughts you look at her and smile innocently. “Why are you looking at me like that?? We need to find the person who turned me into a women!” She was ranting to you, and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“Aw come on, I think you look nice.” You stare and smirk and walk towards her and she snarls.

“Listen Y/N! I don’t have time for your crap! Are you going to help me or not?!” Making you nod, and she was about to turn around and walk off until you spoke up making her look at you. “What?!”

“I can help you. If you do something for me.” You say and Law rolls her eyes and gave in. “Fine! What do you want.”

Walking towards her and placing a hand on her shoulder and you couldn’t help but stare at her, she had the right curves and the prefect chest. “Y/N! Come on! Hey! No! I know that look!” She pleaded. “At a time like this?!”

Making you nod and bat your eyelashes innocently. “Come on, just look at you. You make me look plain.” You say and lean in and place a kiss on her soft cheek. “You have the prefect body…the prefect chest…prefect pretty little ass.” You began saying, dragging a finger along her arm. “Your prefect as a man and as a woman.” You say softly and you couldn’t help but look at Law, eyeing her chest and curves.

“Stop…stop this nonsense Y/N. Don’t say that about yourself. You’re prefect too!” She snaps at you and grabs your arm and held it tight. “You’re prefect Y/N..” She said softly, and let’s go of your arm.

You keep looking at her, batting your eyelashes. And she grumbled underneath her breath. “Fine! Go lock the door I might as well indulge into your fantasy.”

Making you gasp out and you quickly ran to the door and quickly locking it. And Law removed her blue coat off of her shoulders and letting fall the floor. And she seemed to be collecting all the papers around the desk and putting them away, along with her small. And as her desk was clear she patted on the desk.

“Sit.” She demanded, but you smile and walk towards her.

“No.”

“Excuse me? I said sit.” She demanded once again but you smile and shake your head and give her a slight push causing her legs to stubble on the desk. “Hey! What are you doing.”

“Who said you were going to be in charge? I wanna show you the pleasures of being a woman.”

And with a quick motion you picked her up by the ass and sat her down on the desk and lean in and locked lips with her before she could reply. She sighed into the kiss but gladly returned your affection. Closes her eyes as she enjoyed your lips. You couldn’t help but rub her sides making her stiffen up.

Licking her bottom lip, to which she gladly granted you permission. Opening her mouth, slowly your tongue made its way inside her mouth. Exploring her mouth, dragging your tongue along hers making her whimper between the kiss.

As the kiss was getting heated you couldn’t help but stand between her legs. Tracing your fingers along her chest, and Law couldn’t help but sit up straight as you guys were fighting over dominance between tongues. And soon after you pulled away from the kiss, and Law was a panting mess. Just by one kiss?!

“Aw look at how cute you are.” You tease and lean in once again, planting gentle kiss along her neck. And collar bone. Law couldn’t help but moan softly as she felt your lips against her neck. You were usually the bottom one. But it seems like the roles were reversed…as she sat there she seemed to be out of it. Her checks were a bright red, her breathing was heavy and what caught your attention was how her nipples were visible through the white shirt.

As you drag your tongue along her neck she lets out a deep breath. “God dammit Y/N…”

“Yeah that’s right…I wanna show you the pleasure of being a woman~”

You hand began to trail under her shirt, and trace little circles along her stomach and slowly they made their way up and without warning you pinched one of her nipples making her gasp out.

“Hey!”

“Aw I’m sorry about that dear.” You tease her, and move your fingers away. As you pull your fingers away you slowly started to tug on her shirt. “Come on I wanna those pretty little girls.”

She was blushing like crazy and she grumbled. “Fine…” She was a bit hesitant but slowly lifted her shirt over her head and threw to the side. And she sat there shirtless. She the prefect chest, and what really made everything was that tattoo. You couldn’t help but lick your lips and lean in and place kisses along her chest. Making her close her eyes and sigh softly.

Dragging your lips across her chest, you tongue seemed to trace the tattoo she had. Law couldn’t help but drag her hands along your hair. Sucking on the soft skin of her chest, and as you were toying with her, you slowly started to undo her belt and pants. She was getting the hint and helped you out. Lifting her butt off of the table and with that you began tugging her pants off.

Your lips brushed against her nipples making her arch your back. “Gahh…” She moans out softly.

“Ah, you seem to like that.” You tease and take in one of her nipples into your mouth and started to suck on it slightly. Occasionally biting it slightly. “After all, female nipples are far more sensitive than male ones.” You say, and couldn’t help but get excited at her moans. Swirling your tongue around her nipple before pulling away making her groan out. “Can’t leave the other girl out, can’t I?”

Before Law could speak you lean in and take in her other nipple into your mouth.

“Y/N…fuck…” She mumbled out. Biting her lower lip.

As she sat there on the desk completely naked you couldn’t help but spread her legs open. Teasing her inner thighs. “Hey! Wait a second!” She began saying before she was cut off with her sweet moans.

Your fingers made their way to sensitive clit. Rubbing it slowly. Before pulling away your mouth away from her nipple with a small POP.

“So wet already? Just by playing with your nipples?” You tease out, as you continue to rub her clit slowly you couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of her body.

“Y-Y/N…please..too much..” She moans softly slightly and covers her mouth to muffle out her moans. To which you stopped your movements making her whine out. “Why did you stop?!” She asked moving her hand away from her mouth.

“I wanna hear your pretty little voice, so don’t cover up.” You say, bringing up your finger to your mouth and began sucking on it slightly. “Just need to make sure my fingers are nice and wet for ya.” Winking at her.

“Now I wanna hear your pretty little moans.” You say, and spread her legs more and slowly started to tease her folds. “So wet…just for me?” Making her whimper and buckle her hips against your fingers. “And so needy too? Such a naughty girl.” You lean in and whisper against her ear, licking her earlobe. And slowly you started to tease her hole.

“I can’t wait to finger fuck you…to taste you.”

And you couldn’t wait anymore, slowly you entered one finger into her pussy causing her to moan loudly. “Y/N fuck…”

You could feel the heat grow between your legs hearing her moan underneath you. Causing you to smirk, licking your lips at the view. Never in a million years you thought you would be fingering Law.

You kept moving your fingers at a steady pace. “More…I can take it.”

Making you raise an eyebrow, smirking as she spoke. “Anything for you princess.”

And soon after one finger turned into two fingers. She clenched around your fingers making you groan. “So tight…god I might grab one of my toys and fuck you until your legs are shaking.” You moan out and she shook her head, moving your fingers at the prefect pace.

Law couldn’t help but throw her head back, moaning at your fingers. You moved them so perfectly. Moving them upwards and finding that prefect spot for her to get off on. You watched her facial expressions and honestly it was a huge turn on. They way her mouth hung open, moaning your name.

As you continued to finger her you lean in once again and took one her nipples into your mouth. Sucking on the sensitive little bud. You used a scissor technique to get her railed up, and it was working. You felt her walls tighten around and you picked up the pace.

“Be a dear and would you help me out?” You say and she quickly knew what you were talking about and slowly her hand made its way to her clit and began rubbing small circles around it. Until her moans began getting louder and until she finally reached her climax.

Panting like crazy she was red, and she whimpered at the feeling. Giving her few more thrusts before pulling away. Looking down at your fingers you couldn’t help but lick your fingers and slowly you bought them up to your mouth and licked your fingers clean.

“So good. Now I need to get it from the source.” You and drop to your knees.

“Hey! Wait please Y/N…..ah mm.” Law began saying but was quickly cut off.

You couldn’t help but dive in into her wet heat, dragging your tongue along her clit and folds. “So good, no wonder why you like being between my legs.” You giggle.

“Fuck…” Law breaths out, entangling her fingers in your hair pulling on it slightly. “Fuck…Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but shove your hand down your pants and rub your clit. Moaning between her legs.

Fingering yourself.

You made sure to put your wonderful tongue to work, hearing her moan brought you a new kind of excitement. You tongue keeps abusing her clit making her legs shake in bliss. Throwing her head back as she moans your name.

You couldn’t help but drag your tongue into her folds, enjoying the way she taste against your tongue. To the point you were tongue fucking her hole.

You noticed her moans have gotten louder which meant she was close. “Gah…I’m close please don’t stop..”

“Yes Dear..” You moan out and ate her out like there was no tomorrow. As if it was your last meal on earth…as if your life depended on it. Until she screamed out and reached her second orgasm for the night. Giving her a few more licks and kisses before pulling away and before pulling your hand out of her pants.

You stood up and she was panting, her legs were shaking from her orgasm and she was about speak up but you quickly silenced her with a kiss, shoving your tongue into her mouth. She could could taste herself and she instantly wrapped her legs around you waist and she began rocking her hips trying to get some kind of friction. Pulling away..

“Aw little slut can’t get enough of?” You tease and give both of her nipples a hard pinch making her gasp out.

“Yes I need more…please.”

Again…you never thought Law would have been capable to beg. And yet here you are living the wonderful moment.

Slowly you began to remove your clothes and throwing them to the side. Now both of you guys completely naked in each other’s eyes. Pinning her to the desk you made you way on top of her and positioned yourself between her legs.

“Such a good girl.” You moan out. “You did so good.”

Before lowering your wet pussy against hers. Both of you couldn’t help at the feeling. And you stood still for awhile trying to get ahold of yourself. Before slowly you began move your hips against hers. Both pussies rubbing against each other was the prefect friction for the both of you.

Holding one of her legs to get a better angle and you worked from there. Both clits rubbing against each other. Law moans underneath you, she hated the fact that you were making her so weak, Law was always the one in control and yet here you are.

As you move your hips getting that pleasure you’ve been craving for ever since you’ve shared a kiss with your girlfriend. You couldn’t help but moan softly.

“Shit…Law…” Panting softly.

Law licks her lips as she watches your boobs and the way they bounce so perfectly and she quickly grabs them and began toying with your nipples. “Just wait until I turn back into a man. I’m going to rail you against this desk until it breaks.” She hissed and groans as your movements. “I’m going to make you cry out my name, I’m going to break you.”

Causing you to whimper at her words and you continue with your movements until you felt your stomach to tighten up. “I’m close…”

“Yeah me too.” She hisses and moves her hips against yours.

And after what felt like hours you threw your back moaning as you reached total bliss and soon after Law reached her third orgasm for night.

You stood still for awhile until you moved away and sat on the desk and took a deep breath. And soon after Law joined you and was sitting next to you. You lean in to kiss her on the lips gently.

“I love you.” You say between the kiss.

She returned the kiss. “I love you too dumbass.” Before pulling away from the kiss. And you couldn’t help but look at her and bat your eyelashes. “What now?”

“You think we can find the person who did this you, and well have them turn me into a guy so I can fuck you?” You asked shyly.

Law couldn’t help but blush and scoff at your words. “As if!”

Making you pout and whimper.

“Come on. Let’s get going and find this person.” She said and stood up but didn’t realize how shaky her legs were and she fell onto the floor. Causing you to giggle. Watching her on the floor as she fell face first and had her ass in the air. Enjoying the view. And you got up and kneel down to get a closer look, licking your lips.

“Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that female orgasms are way more intense than male ones. And what you came what like three times. Yeah sorry buttercup you’re going to be like this for awhile.” You say, and rub her ass check and slowly you began to insert two fingers again into her pussy in this new position.

Earning a low growl from Law. “Just wait until I turn back to normal Y/N.” She hissed, face still on the floor.

“I’m going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow..just you wait.”

|| tagging: @feral-artistry ,, @bby-deerling

Kinktober 2024: Day 3

WC: 2296

Summary: It's been so long since you've seen Law and you're struggling. So you give him a call hoping he can give you some much needed relief.

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written Law so I hope it's not too out of character.

You groaned as your head hit the pillow, your hair was a mess, the blankets tangled around your legs trapping you as you flailed in an attempt to free yourself. You had been at this for what felt like hours. Trying every position you could think of, moving to different places in the room, but no matter how close you got you couldn’t get there. Your hand was beginning the cramp, the pads of your fingers showing the very early signs of being pruny from your slick. 

You had no idea what it was that you weren’t doing, he could get you to cum in a matter of minutes, yet here you were completely unable to get yourself there. You looked over at the clock on the bedside table, 3:34am. You rolled over, pressing your face into his sweater that you had stolen last time you had seen him, as you groped around in your bedside drawer blindly until you felt the small transponder snail you kept there. Quickly dialing him, you waited in anticipation, knowing he would still be awake but hoping he would pick up.

“It’s late.” His voice was low, gravelly. The same voice he uses to whisper in your ear as he fucks into you, holding you tightly against you. 

“Not like you’re sleeping.” You rolled onto your side so your voice wasn’t muffled as your hand slipped down between his legs, your eyes fluttering closed so you could focus on his voice.

”But why aren’t you?” 

“I couldn’t sleep.” There is a slight whine in your voice as you tease your clit, rubbing your index and middle finger along either side of it. “When will I get to see you?” You heard him sigh.

“Hopefully soon.”

“But when” 

“Did you really call me this late just to ask that?” 

“Partially.” You heard him huff a breath through his nose, knowing there was a smirk across his lips. 

“Oh yeah, then what else did you need?” Even though you hadn’t been together for very long, he could read you like a book, even if he couldn’t see you. 

“I miss you.”

“Is that right?” You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. 

“I miss you so much.”

“So much you’re called at 3 in the morning just to tell me.” You heard the quiet sound of a book closing, smiling when you realized you had his full attention.

“Uh huh” Slowly you stimulated your clit, rubbing the pads of your middle finger around in such a way that it was hard to stop your hips from bucking. You couldn’t stifle the breathy moan that slipped out when you applied just a bit more pressure. 

“Sounds like you called for another reason.”

“Mmhm” 

“Why didn’t you just say that from the start?” If you listened closely, you would have heard the faintest sound of his belt being undone as he leaned his head against the back of his chair. 

“I’ve been trying all night, b-but I just can’t do it.” Your voice was breathy, and as you ran your free hand over your face to push your bangs out of your eyes you felt a light sheen of sweat beginning to form.

“All night, huh? Why didn’t you call sooner?” 

“It’s embarrassing.” You whined, forcing yourself to swallow a moan that was threatening to slip out.

“Arousal is completely natural, nothing to be embarrassed about.” His hand wrapped around his half hard cock, stroking slowly as he listened to all the little sounds you would make whenever you weren’t speaking. “What were you doing?” 

“I-I’ve been fingering myself for hours.” He let out a heavy breath through his nose, the thought of you laying in bed desperate for him was enough to get his cock fully hard at the mere mention.

“Mhm” He encouraged you to continue. 

“I just can’t get there.” You slipped you fingers down from you clit, gathering your slick before pushing your middle finger inside yourself. 

“What are you doing right now?” 

“I ah I have a finger inside b-but it doesn’t feel as good as yours.” In any other situation, you would rather eat Law’s hat than say any of this out loud, but you had grown so desperate that any part of you that was shy had been silenced.

“Take it out.” You did as he instructed, wiping it on your sheets before waiting for his next instruction. “What are you wearing?” 

“J-just a shirt and underwear.” 

“Which shirt?” As he closed his eyes he wanted to be able to picture you exactly how you were so he could imagine how you would look under him, begging for his fingers. 

“Y-your yellow button up.”

“What?” 

“I took it.” 

“I should have figured you had it.” He tried to keep his voice even, but truthfully the thought of you in his shirt was enough to force him to grip the base of his cock enough to hurt. “Take off your panties, unbutton the shirt, but leave it on.” 

You didn’t respond, immediately pushing the cotton panties off your hips and down your legs before working to unbutton his shirt. “Done.”

“Good. Now, what have you tried?”

“Everything.” You all but whined.

“I highly doubt that.” 

“I just can’t reach that spot inside, feels like my fingers aren’t long enough.” 

“We’re going to ignore that spot, okay?” 

“But it feels so good when you rub against it.”

“I know it does, but there’s better ways for you to get yourself there without me.” You wanted to argue it, but you knew he knew your body better than you did sometimes. “There’s no point in you wasting your entire night trying to get yourself off ineffectively.” God you loved it when he would slip into his more analytical self. “Put two fingers in your mouth.” He said this the same way he would tell someone a diagnosis that had you clenching your thighs together. 

You did exactly what you were told, tasting your own arousal on your fingers as you rubbing your thighs together, moaning slightly around your fingers as you swirl your tongue around the digits like you would his cock. “Take them out and play with your nipple for me.” The line of saliva connecting your fingers to your lip broke as you ran your wet fingers around your nipple. “Do it the same way I do it, take your time, there’s no rush.” 

“I miss your hands.” 

“I know you do, but you have to work with what you have.” His cock was so hard it hurt, the grip he still had around the base finally released as he ran his thumb over the bead of pre cum that had gathered at the tip, smearing it over his head. “How’s it feel?”

“G-good.”

“Now, with your other hand, slowly run it down your body. Take your time.” You couldn’t hold back to moan when you finally felt the tip of your finger make contact with your clit. Law was always very quiet when you had sex, the most you ever got out of him was a the occasional grunt when he was getting close, or a quiet fuck when you had his cock in your mouth, so when you heard a heavy sigh you felt yourself get even more wet, if that was even possible.

“L-Law are you-” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, hoping he would be able to answer your unfinished question. 

“Y-yeah.” A quiet curse left your lips as you picture him, leaning back in his desk chair, fisting his cock as he told you how to touch yourself. “Put your clit between your index and middle finger.” You did as you were told, starting to move them back and forth before he could tell you to. “Don’t go too fast, take your time.” You couldn’t stop the moans from falling from your lips as you slowly sped up, your hips canting forward. “You’re going to wake your whole ship.” he said, laughing slightly to cover the moan that came from the very back of his throat. “Are you ready for more?” He finally asked, having to completely take his hand off his cock as he felt the knot in his stomach begin to fray but not wanting himself to finish before you. 

“Yes” you breathed, taking your fingers away from your clit and running them down along your folds. 

“Are you wet enough?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the question.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more wet in my life.” The sentence made your stomach flutter, admitting something so obscene to him felt wrong but at this point you didn’t care. 

“I wish I could feel it.” He couldn’t stop himself from imagining how well your cunt would take his fingers, watching them become covered in your slick as he pushed them fully inside of you, his tattoos completely engulfed. “Move the transponder closer, I want to hear it.” The hand that had be roughly holding your breast moved to grab the snail that had been sitting on your nightstand, placing it on the bed next to you, low enough that he would be able to hear the sound of your fingers pumping inside of you. “Now, push your middle finger inside.” You did as you were told, immediately curling it upwards as you did so. 

“I can do another.” 

“Then do it.” You pushed your ring finger in next, digging the heel of your palm against your clit as you did so. You bent your knees, bringing your feet up towards your body so you could rut against your hand. 

The sound of your fingers smacking against your wet folds was like music to Law’s ears. His cock was aching, pre cum straining his white shirt where it laid neglected for so long. But he knew the moment he wrapped his hand around himself, his orgasm would crash into him. “F-fuck Law” you called to him, reaching over to grab his sweater that had been laying besides you, bringing the fabric to your face to both cover you in his scent and in an attempt to muffle your needy cries. 

“Are you close?” He thumbed his messy head, bringing the pre cum down his shaft but refusing to stroke himself until he knew you were almost there. 

“Y-yeah finally-y” your words sounded broken and they made his cock throb, his balls feeling heavy enough that part of him thought he might cum untouched. And while the curious part of him was interested to find out if he actually would, the rest of him was begging for his hand. When he wrapped his fist around his cock he couldn’t stop the grunt that slipped from between his clenched teeth. The slapping of your cunt was loud enough he was almost concerned someone on the submarine might here, but he knew he was the only one up at this hour. “Can you t-talk to me, please?” The need in your voice spurred him on, his hand moving quicker as he leaned forward, curving over himself. 

“Are you gonna’ cum, babe?” He rarely ever used pet names, often preferring how your name feels in his mouth over any other name. But he remembered how much you liked being called ‘baby’, knowing it always evoked a long moan from you. 

“Y-yeah p-please I need to cum.” 

“Use your other h-hand to circle your needy little clit.” Despite your arousal-drink brain you were able to just barely follow his instructions. “That’s a good girl.” The sound of your fingers and your moans filled his office as though you were there. His hand was moving at a desperate pace, using his own precum as lube was not the best idea but he was too far gone to change. 

“Do it.” Was all he could get out from between his clenched teeth. The sound of your orgasm throwing him over the edge and into his own crashing climax. 

You knew you likely woke someone up with the volume of your moan. Each moan getting softer as your orgasm tapered off, your fingers slowing as they fucked you through your climax. Your breath was coming in short bursts, your hips lowering and your thighs shaking slightly. “Did you cum?” Your voice was rough, and a small whine left your raw throat as you finally pulled your fingers from your cunt. 

“Yeah, fuck.” You couldn’t help the small laugh at the sound of his gruff voice as he tried to catch his breath. “Do you feel better?” 

“Yeah, I think I can finally fall asleep.” Sleep was beginning to pull at your eyelids, having been evading you for hours. 

“Good, get some rest.” 

“Will you?” You pulled the blanket that had been pushed down to the bottom of your bed over you, rolling onto your side and holding his sweater against you as a makeshift pillow.

“I think so.” His voice was heavy with sleep.

“I’ll get to see you soon, right?” 

“We’re probably a few hundred knots behind you, Strawhat-ya asked us to meet you at the next port to discuss our next move.” 

“And when were you planning on telling me this?” You could hear the smirk on his face.

“Figured you knew.” 

“What part of this entire transponder call made it seem like I knew that, Law?” You tried your best to sound irritated but you knew it was clear you weren’t. 

“Get some sleep, cuz’ when we get to port you won’t be getting any.” 

“I’ll see you soon then.” 

“Goodnight.” You pressed your face into his hoodie as you drifted off to sleep, trying to think of all the ways you would get him back for not sharing such pertinent information with you.

╰➤ First Fight || One Piece - Part 2 !!

featuring: kid and law

summary: your first fight with your one piece boyfriends // here is part 1 !!

warnings: curse words, kid being kid, sorry but kid doesn’t get his happy ending oof, law saying sorry uwu

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Kid

Walking back to the Victoria Punk you couldn’t help but feel hurt by the way Kid treated you and he talked to you. If he could get very friendly with random woman in front of you, just imagine if he’s behind a closed door. Not wanting to think about that, you just walk into the ship and lock yourself in your guys shared bedroom. “Stupid Kid….why is he so mean….he doesn’t love me….why should I even stay with him. He’s nothing but a dirty pirate…”

Back at the bar, Kid couldn’t help but walk back to the bar. As if nothing happened, he wasn’t gonna let your insecurities and tears ruin his night. Making his way back to the woman he went back to talking to her, forgetting about you. “Sorry about that, just had a little problem. But I’m here babe.” He laughs, and wraps a arm around her. And this girl couldn’t help but giggle.

Hours passes by and the crew was getting rowdy with the amount of beer they’ve had. While Kid was getting more and more drunk by the second. And he was getting closer to this unknown woman. To the point where the Crew was getting uncomfortable. But they didn’t dare speak to their captain and lecture him about your guys relationship. And suddenly Kid was too lost in his drunken state and shared a sloppy kiss with this woman.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Killer suddenly yelled out. And marched towards Kid and ripped him away. And pointed at the woman. “You get out.” And with that she scoffed and walks off. And as she walked off, Killer lead Kid out of the bar. Giving a slight shove once they were outside. “What the hell is your problem Kid?!”

“What the hell is YOUR PROBLEM!” Kid yelled back, while Killer just stood there and crossed his arms across his chest. “First Y/N! And now you!” He began to yell out, and suddenly groans and rubs his head. “God dammit…headache…too much beer.”

“Kid…what the hell were you thinking huh?” Killer snaps, and Kid was about to reply but was quickly shut down. “I’m speaking, shut up.” Which made Kid grumble.

“Why are you doing this? Especially towards Y/N…you know that they really love and care about you. And you’re throwing away something good because you’re thinking about with your other head.” He said and shook his head. “Y/N loves and cares about you, they even threw away their old normal life to run off with someone like you…with us Kid..”

Kid just stood there, he was pissed off because Killer was lecturing him, he was right but he didn’t want to hear it. “Whatever…I’m sure Y/N is still on the ship, I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to them.” He said and turns around with a scoff and began walking off. Which left Killer shaking his head. “Let’s hope so.”

Kids feet quickly made their way to his ship, he was thinking about Killer’s words. Fuck…did he fuck up. And once he made inside the ship it was quite without the crew. He looked around and saw nothing, and he was getting a bit worried. He looked in girls cabin…nope. In the kitchen…nope. In the bathrooms…nope…he even tried his workshop and nothing. Panic began to flow through his body, and he immediately made his way to your guys cabin. And once he opened the door he was expecting to meet you but he was met with nothing. “FUCK! Stop hiding from me! Please…”

He looks around and saw that your belongings were gone. And it’s as if you never lived here. Kid began to panic to the point where he began to trash his room. Breaking stuff and yelling. He punched a hole on the wall and growled. “I’m so fucking fucking stupid…” He mumbled and sighed. For once he felt alone…sitting on the bed. He saw a note on his pillow, grabbing it he began to scan the words.

“Dear Eustass. I took your advice. I didn’t let the door hit me on the way out. Have a nice life without me asshole and enjoy all the woman you want. Don’t come looking for me.”

It was a simple note but it bought his world crashing down. And for once he broke down crying, the one good thing he had in his life was now gone because he was stupid. “UGH! FUCK!! I FUCKED UP!!

He was alone…he wanted you there when he becomes King of the Pirates..

Law

The night time rolled around and Law was still in his office, he was still mentally beating himself off, never in your guys relationship he spoke to you like that before and he felt ashamed of himself. He knew you were looking out for him but he was into his work that he dismissed you in a harsh way. But soon after he had to own up to his mistakes and apologize about his behavior.

Walking out of his office he headed to his private cabin, assuming you were there and thank god you were, but you were laying on the bed crying softly . He walks in the room and closes the door behind him. And sat on the edge of the bed. “Hey…can we talk.”

You didn’t answer, you just kept laying there. And Law sighed “Look I know I said some harsh things…but I was too busy with my work that I didn’t consider your feelings.” He began to rant out and he rubs a hand over his face. You still weren’t answering him, which of course made him annoyed but he took a deep breath and spoke up again. “And I do appreciate you looking out for me and I well….um..”

As Law was speaking he caught your attention, was he trying to apologize? It really seemed out of character for him. Sitting up, you wipe your tears. Law couldn’t help but flinch slightly, your puffy red eyes, tear stain cheeks…was all his fault.

“Yes? What are you trying to say Captain?” You say, and he cringes. Not the Captain name calling…not now..

“Look….I said some things that were unnecessary towards you and I wanted to come here and well…um apologize..” He said but mumbled the last part. And let’s be honest Law isn’t one to apologize for his actions. But when it came to you he had to do it.

“Excuse me I didn’t hear that last part. Care to repeat yourself Captain.” You say, and stare directly in his eyes, and Law grumbled. “I said I was sorry…I’m sorry..”

“Again? I didn’t hear ya.”

“I said I was sorry! Okay! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have snapped at the one person who has my heart! Okay! I’m sorry being an asshole!” He suddenly barked out and sighed. “Look…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you annoying and tell you those awful words. I shouldn’t be treating you the way I did…I love you and I don’t want to lose you…and I’m so sorry…I’m sorry Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything and just look at him, which was making him shift around. Before speaking up again. “Look I really appreciate the apology. But what you said was really hurtful….but seeing that you apologized does make me feel a bit better.”

Law sighed heavily “So are we good? Water under the bridge?”

“Not exactly…you have to make it up. And don’t tell me how you can do it. That’s for you to figure out Captain.” You say, teasing him slightly. Law eyes you but he nodded. “Now come on. Let’s get you some food and this time I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Law couldn’t help but smile slightly, you grabbed his hand and he follows you. “I don’t say this often but I Really do love you…so much.”

“I love you too Law.”

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Well Earned Praise - Mihawk x Reader

Art by mugibara

Summary: Mihawk is a man of few words and many gestures. Lucky for him, you understand them all quite well. Lucky for you, he knows when to use those spare few words.

A/N: This is a little celebratory piece for @feral-artistry ! She's made a huge landmark in higher education recently that she's worked her ass off for and deserves all the treats and hype!! I was lucky in getting this one out for it too bless up lol I usually can only get possessed by ideas to flesh them out but being able to get them into actual words in a timely manner??? Near unheard of lol That said, it's only a ficlet but I hope you and anyone reading enjoys!!

Word Count: ~2.1 k

Warnings: gn!reader, straight up fluff, banter, Mihawk being the Most Obvious in his own way, favoritism, Perona and Zoro are there too, you have a place in all their hearts, found family undertone, family dinner with the edgelords, Mihawk being supportive of your accomplishments in a hopefully in character manner lol

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“And what has you so happy?” Mihawk drawls. 

You’ve barely set foot in the kitchen by the time the question leaves him. Your bright mood from your recent accomplishment is undoubtedly buzzing from you and likely tripped off his haki. Or at least you’d write it off as that if you hadn’t been speaking about it coming up the past few weeks.

Despite his prodding tone, you know that’s just his normal voice and not his grumpy one from all your time living at Kuraigana. There’s also a lack of the miniscule brow or eye twitch that usually precedes the grumpy one. Instead his face is its usual stony facade, looking much too brooding in contrast to the apron Perona had complained him into. It lacks any of the color or frills she wished, but you are sure with enough prodding she will one day get one or the other on your dour host. The one thing that truly binds you all together at Kuraigana is an innate persistence (easily gaining the name “stubbornness” when not in your favor). It is a formidable weapon you wield both for and against each other. Usually against, but that ratio is growing more favorable by the day. Luckily its bad run is mostly in bickering and banter, not actual harm.

“I know you’re getting old, but I didn’t know your memory was already going,” you goad, walking to join him at the prep table at the far end of the kitchen.

“I don’t make the effort to remember the chirping of birds,” he responds blandly, disproving his statement by alluding that he listened to your frequent gushing about it to Perona. All the while, he continues chopping vegetables with insane speed and accuracy. It will always amuse you to see the world’s greatest swordsman use those skills to harvest and chop veggies. His choice on which you’re starting to recognize.

“Uhuh,” you replied, obviously incredulous. “I suppose you don’t have much room in that head of yours for anything besides swords play.”

“It’s dangerous to insult the one handling your food you know,” he warns with the barest hint of humor warming his low voice.

“This cook wouldn’t stoop to poisons,” you assure him, “though I will need to watch my back during sparring.”

“If you’ve actually taken to my lessons, you’d know to do that anyway,” Mihawk chastises with narrowed eyes. You chuckle at his predictability - always so prickly if he felt you weren’t taking your crafts seriously.

“We both know I’d be dead if I didn’t,” you point out. The silence, save for the steady thumping of knife on cutting board, is his begrudging agreement. 

That silence quickly turns comfortable; that ease built on a few hundred hours of peaceful companionable silence you’ve shared. Mostly they were filled with quiet sips of wine, rustling pages, crackling logs, and calm music. Your favorite is when the sweet serenade of the night’s bugs leaks in the cracked windows, heralded by a cool breeze playing with the curtains. A few hundred more hours spent in travel and training built quite the familiarity and warmed your heart from simple attraction to true affection for this untouchable man.

That affection only makes you treasure these moments more. Seeing him in an apron performing a homemaker’s duties isn’t only amusing; there’s a twinge of vulnerability to it. This man, who is an embodiment of death collecting its due for most, is comfortable with you seeing such human pieces of himself. He’s connected with you and your housemates enough to let you each have your mark on him in subtle ways. There was proof enough of it in this kitchen - now always well stocked with sake and sweets, the allowance of a few cutesy mugs ready for use, fresh eggs from the chickens he’d gotten for convenience and definitely not because of your love of animals. (You hadn’t broken him on goats yet but you were far from giving up on that one).

Your thoughts are interrupted by him breaking the hypnotizing motion of his knife to back away from the counter.

“I need to stop in the garden,” Mihawk explains. He casts a pointed gaze at you on his exit. “Don’t go in the fridge.”

The moment he’s taken his exit, you disobey the order. More like a poorly veiled hint. The bright lights of the fridge spotlight quite the treat for you. There’s a menagerie of desserts taking up the top shelf, everything from macaroons to tiramisu to cheesecake to fruit tarts. The colorful display almost kept you from noticing the restock of your drawers of charcuterie below. He really spared no expense; rare cured meats and exotic cheeses were huddled around a large supply of all your favorites, a variety of mustards, jams, and preserves in cute little jars tucked neatly to one side. You can’t help how gooey the gesture is making your heart and how that feeling’s definitely still going to be all over your face when he gets back.

Accepting that fate, you don’t even try to hide it when he comes back through the door with fresh herbs in hand. Mihawk goes through the motions of wiping off his boots and making his way back, all nonchalant confidence, until he looks at you and is struck frozen. He stands and holds your loving gaze for a long stretch of breaths. He’s the first to break your eye contact, looking the closest to unsure that you’ve ever seen him. His face would never tell, but his shoulders curl just a bit up and forward before you see him shove them back into their usual sure posture.

You think he’s going to leave the whole thing unacknowledged, as he’s wont to do with your increasingly common Moments. He shatters that thought when he lays a hand on your arm as he passes, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth from his large palm leaves a lasting impression on you. The ravenously yearning part of you - the one you try to keep settled - begins telling you how deliciously warm he must run, how he must be the perfect spot for a nap, how those warm hands would feel easing your muscles, how they would feel-

“Managing to get lost while standing still? Should I worry about that with you too?” Mihawk teases. It’s quite impressive how droll he can be when he lets himself.

“If I say yes, does that mean I’m free of being his human compass?” you joke.

“Only until it’s time to be rid of you both,” he answers easily.

“What?” you ask in mock offense. “No send off party? No tearful goodbyes? And here I thought you were the sentimental type.”

“Obviously,” he agrees, gifting you the first tiny, crooked smile of the night.

Wanting to end on a high note, you let the conversation go and instead focus on trying to find ways to help. It goes poorly. Every task you make for is suddenly already being done by Mihawk, or he’s suddenly blocking you from the means to start. Many an ingredient is intercepted, dish grabbed first, or scraps thrown to trash and compost. The absurd game of keep away it makes is funny to you at first but soon becomes frustrating.

“You’re treating me like an invalid,” you huff.

“I didn’t know you were so fond of labor,” Mihawk drawls. Sly eyes slide your way. “Should I put you back on prepping the new beds?”

“No,” you answer quickly. The new garden spot was chosen for convenient location not ease of creation; the ground was mostly clay and full of rocks with the top carpeted thick with sod and weeds. It would have to be cleared off, rocks dug out, manure and sand and peat moss shoveled in, then all mixed thoroughly to break up the clay. It was grueling work. It was Zoro work.

Mihawk goes back to his cooking with an air of satisfaction. You settle for watching and stealing bites to eat from the food he was making. He pretends to be annoyed. It lets you both play a new game of keep away where you try to sneak and snatch and he tries to swat you away, usually without even taking his eyes off his task. This continues until the meal is nearly done, when he sends you off to your room to “look proper for a nice meal”. You pretend to be offended but he doesn’t buy it.

You don’t want to spend long getting ready, much more set on spending time with the others, but you also didn’t want to let an excuse to dress up go to waste. By the time you’re headed to the usual dining room, you’re layered in expensive fabric with a fresh face and freshly styled hair.

Mihawk is awaiting you at the grand doors, unfortunately lacking that apron. Instead you get him in a flowing shirt, textured in subtle filigree the same deep red as the whole. It is, of course, open to show off his Kogatana and the sun-kissed skin it rests on. As you get closer, you notice his pants are tailored slacks and his boots have been replaced with dress shoes you wouldn’t have even guessed he owned. Not for a lack of class or style, but for a lack of people and occasions he’d deem worthy of the effort. 

You feel almost silly thinking he’s going through all this effort for you but there’s no other explanation. When you stop next to him, you could swear that even his beard is freshly oiled and combed. You’re too lost in your appraisal of him to notice how his own heated eyes are roving over you. You catch them for a brief moment before they fix to your face. To interrupt the loving taunt about to move your tongue, Mihawk holds the door open for you and gestures you inside.

Zoro and Perona are sat at the table behind pristine place settings. They haven’t even noticed the sound of your entrance over their own bickering. Perona always looks dolled up, but there’s something a little extra in the detail of her makeup and not a single hair on her head is out of place. What’s much more surprising than her is that Zoro looks all cleaned up. He’s still in his usual style but not a speck of dirt is on the clothes and his hair looks slightly damp from a recent shower. It’s hard not to laugh at the idea of Mihawk commanding him to bathe like one would a defiant child and Perona having to throw him in the bath like he’s a hissing cat.

Before you move to join them, Mihawk’s hands catch your shoulders. Their capability for gentleness will always amaze you, and this caress to halt you is no exception. His thumbs swipe across your skin a few times, seeming to relish the motion, before he leans forward. There’s a moment where his cheek brushes the crown of your head before his breath floats over your ear and neck, raising goosebumps over your skin. His lips, surprisingly soft, tickle the tip of your ear as he whispers to you. The words strike you and leave you frozen even as he brushes past you towards the table, leaving the scent of spiced cologne in his wake.

Your housemates finally notice you and both send toothy smiles and celebratory cheers your way. You feel almost bad that you have to shake yourself off to match their energy. Once you get close to the table, Zoro is trying to convince you to share his best sake with him while Perona tells you that’s dumb and you should instead focus on looking through the new accessories she’s gotten you. You only laugh as dark fabric and frilly stuffies are shoved your way to intercept the persistent attempts to place an o-choko by your plate. 

Mihawk sighs at the commotion, muttering something about wanting a peaceful dinner for you as he pulls out your chair. His grumbling is undercut by the softness easing the lines from his face. When you meet his eyes as he pushes your chair in, you notice the usually violent amber of them has darkened to flowing honey. His words ring in your head loudly again, causing a loving smile to warm your face. He answers with a brief smile of his own, the smallest curl of his lips and crinkle of his eyes, but it's enough to set your heart racing. Your heart pumps electricity through you, tingling your fingertips and sending his words to spin even faster in your head. Even when your heart calms and is instead made full from loving company, you hold the sound of his voice in your mind.

It’s the first time you’ve heard the words from him, and now that you know their sweetness, you’ll chase that high in all your endeavors.

“I’m proud of you.”