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Pairing: Trafalgar Law x [gn, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Comfort fuck + Praises Tags: Dom-Sub undertones / Petnames / Penetration

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          “What’s in your head?” Law placed his fingers under your jaw to lift your head, running his thumb under your eye. “I’ve been hearing your pretty voice each time less lately.” He kept holding your chin until you looked away from the book that was in your hands, making you sigh softly.

“Nothing,” you said simply.

Law furrowed his eyebrows, as if silently saying ‘really?’ with that look. A sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head, taking the book away from your hands and slipping the bookmark between the pages before he set it aside.

You’d been all around the submarine lately, meaning you were most likely bored, looking for something to do. He’d already seen you in the lounge, looking out the portholes, in his cabin, playing cards with Shachi, Bepo, and Penguin… Now, you were in the library. He doubted you were actually reading the book you had in hand, since there were three others on the table as well.

“Bored?” He knew it was obvious, but he needed to start somewhere.

“Yeah,” you sighed in response, eyes averting away for a moment before meeting his again once he started caressing your cheekbone. “I mean, I’ve just been bored with everything. Bad sensation.”

No response came from Law at first, but he eventually sighed and nodded. “Must be stress. Can I touch you more or would that be overwhelming?”

“You can,” you answered without giving it too much thought. Maybe some love was precisely what you needed, and you didn’t want to ruin it by overthinking. Your own mind had been giving you a hard time lately.

Law took a seat beside you and sighed, running his fingers through your hair while he used his free hand to set his hat on the table. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours gently. It was different from the kisses you’d been receiving these days. This one carried a comforting tone as Law cupped your cheek and let his lips move gently over yours. He really wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings, but you could actually understand and feel it after getting to know him better.

“You’ve been distant lately,” Law whispered between kisses, giving your lips slow pecks. “I missed you, y’know? Even when you’re just sitting in my office or napping with your head on my shoulder.”

A hum came from you as you kept your eyes closed, just focusing on his touches. “Boring,” you muttered. Nothing had been catching your attention lately.

“Well, I’m fixing that. I’m taking you back,” he whispered, placing his free hand on your waist as he leaned in and kissed you deeper this time. Your hands immediately held on to his upper arms as you kissed back, successfully having your mind easing while Law held the kiss. His tongue ran across your bottom lip before it pushed into your mouth, his tongue piercing brushing against your tongue while you slowly made out. “I think,” Law whispered as his kisses descended to your neck, “that you need some love.” His breath fanned over your skin, making it rise in shivers.

“Some love?” You mumbled, letting your head tilt to the side as Law kept running his lips over your skin.

“A lot of love,” he corrected himself.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your cheeks growing warmer. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Too bad.” He kissed your neck a couple of times more before he pulled away and stood up, holding your wrist, so he could take you with him out of the library. “I think I can make some free time now,” he said as the two of you walked down the halls. “Only for my sweetheart, though.” Despite the flatness in his voice, his words still had your heart fluttering.

“Yeah?” You muttered, receiving a small smile in response as he glanced over his shoulder and, soon, you were in your shared cabin.

Law closed the door and immediately stepped closer to you, kicking off his shoes before his arms were around you. At first, it was just a nice hug, later having the addition of soft kisses being pressed to your lips again.

“Do you think I’ll also be boring to you?” His hands ran up and down your sides a couple of times, continuing the motion even after they slipped under your shirt.

A smile crept to your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing. “Depends on you, actually. Will you bore me?” You brushed your nose against his gently.

He exhaled humorously, rolling his eyes a bit as his hands stilled around your waist and squeezed it. “I’d rather show you, angel.”

Law kissed you again, keeping the kisses slow but with that nice rhythm that kept you on the edge, starting to make the blood flow to between your legs, while he slowly guided you back until the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs. He broke away from the kiss, which would frustrate you if he didn’t actually start unbuttoning his shirt and then undoing his jeans, so you started to undress as well.

Underwear off, Law made a motion for you to get on the bed, and he grabbed something from the beside table’s drawer before he was on top of you. He kissed you a couple of times again, leaving aside whatever he had gotten before he was settling himself down between your legs, letting your thighs over his as he sat on the mattress. His lips trailed down your jaw, and unlike earlier, he actually started nipping on the skin this time, adding up soft sucking when reaching your neck.

“Missed this, honestly,” Law whispered as he ran his hands up and down your bare sides, letting his hands go up to your chest this time. “I actually wanted to do this before, but I concluded you needed some space,” he said as he gently fondled your chest, feeling all of your skin with big, rough hands. “And I’d hate to bother my sweetheart,” he added.

You hummed softly in response, needing a moment to organize your thoughts and process his words—he was so sweet, it made your cheeks heat up. “'T’s okay,” you mumbled in response, letting your hands curl around the bedsheets, “I’m loving this.”

A small smile tugged on Law’s lips before they were pressed to your collarbones and his grip took place on your hips now. His touches were gentle and caring, as if he were holding something that’d already been broken before, and he didn’t want it to happen again. He pressed a kiss to your side, and the place was surprisingly sensitive, already making you squirm a little under him. He exploited that, nipping on the skin until he could snatch a soft hiss from you while your cock twitched between your legs.

“You’re so pretty,” Law whispered as he kept kissing your torso, going to your chest this time. He let his lips linger over the skin, breath hot over it, making you shiver and unconsciously lean into his touches. “Sometimes I have to hold myself back from staying in the cabin all day long, just being with you. I don’t think I have… I give you the attention you deserved.” Even though he didn’t say it, you knew it was about the attention he wanted from you, instead. He was quite possessive, even though he’d never admit any of it. He was always sending glares from behind you whenever he noticed someone’s suspicious behavior towards you.

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you felt Law’s mouth work on your chest, kissing and nipping until there was a mark right there. He moved to do the same to your neck, right on a spot that was difficult to hide. His mouth felt hot and wet, and feeling his cock graze against the inside of your thigh when he leaned more over you just made you more excited for it.

Honestly, it was impressive the power Law held over you. You’d been in such a bland mood that quickly evolved into excitement the moment he came to comfort and help you.

“Everything okay so far?” Law asked, his face in front of yours again.

“Yes.” You nodded with a hum, smiling a little, caressing his cheek.

He nodded before he kissed you again, keeping the kiss going while he reached for something, and you heard the familiar sound of the lube tube opening. You didn’t bother opening your eyes, so you couldn’t help the little startled gasp that came from your lips the moment you felt Law’s hands between your legs. His thumb tugged on your ass cheek lightly as his fingers brushed against your entrance, only circling it until he finally started to push in.

The intrusion wasn’t that nice, at first, bringing a discomfort along with the burning sensation of being stretched since it’d been a while since the last time; however, it only took a few pumps of Law’s finger for the feeling to be subsided. It repeated itself, the discomfort and burning making another appearance once Law inserted a second finger, then it disappeared sooner than in the first time. The way his fingers sank to the last knuckle and curled up inside you, pressing just to your prostate… Fuck, Law already had you leaking as you arched your back under him, moaning into his mouth.

Finally, Law broke the ‘kiss’, both of you already breathing out of pace.

“Love touching you,” Law whispered, voice low as he grabbed the lube again. A few moans escaped his lips while he lubed himself up this time, wiping his hand messily on the sheets before he lifted your thigh against your torso. “Still okay?”

You nodded, and it didn’t take long before you felt his cock against your hole, this time. It had both of you hissing at first, occasionally moaning at your needs starting to be fulfilled. Your eyes focused on his face, observing the pleased look he had on while slowly pushing his cock into you—his eyes looked right back into yours through those dark bangs of his, compelling you to look away immediately.

“No, no, no,” Law mumbled as his hand took hold of your jaw, turning your head to him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

Law kept holding your jaw as he started moving his hips, making you gasp and moan, though you really wanted to just cover your face or hide in some way. That made you feel exposed, vulnerable with him. You knew you couldn’t even close your eyes—the last time you were in a situation like that, Law refused to keep fucking you unless you had your eyes on him the entire time. Your hands tightened around the bedsheets, and you clenched around Law with the way he kept fucking you while keeping your eyes on him so shamelessly; it made him moan in return.

After a moment, Law did let go of you—he focused on holding both of your thighs up against your torso, adjusting his position to make it easier for him to fuck into you, and you were so thankful for that.

You threw your head back against the pillow while arching your back with how nicely Law reached deep inside you, reaching all the nice spots as he molded his cock in you repeatedly. Your thighs quivered under his touch, another sign for him that you were enjoying this so much.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” Law moaned openly, tightening his grip around your thigh, letting his fingers sink into the fat of your thighs. The moans just escaped his mouth blatantly, demonstrating how much you pleased him, and permeating the room wantonly along with your own moans and the very sound of skin slapping against skin. It was obscene, only managing to turn you on even more.

The back of your thigh pressed to Law’s upper arm as he shifted a little, still moving his hips while he wrapped his hand around your cock. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips, connected to a string of moans when his grip tightened, and he moved his hand in pace with his thrusts, only taking occasional pauses to gather the pre-cum that escaped your tip to use it as a makeshift lube. It felt good, of course. Sometimes, it seemed like Law knew your body better than you did yourself, and there’d be no surprise if he really did.

“Shit,” Law hissed as he took a pause—the way you’d been clenching around him, pulling his cock deeper inside you, was making his mind shortcut easily. He let your leg rest over his shoulder before he started fucking you again, driving his hips into yours with more strength and precision. He let go of the thigh he’d been holding, so he could make you look at him again, fingers pressing your cheeks together a little. “Eyes on me,” he said breathlessly.

You felt ashamed, of course. So exposed and open towards Law, but there was nothing you could do while you squirmed under him, gripping on the sheets and practically moaning with every move of his. Having him fuck you while also jerking you off had you nearing your edge sooner than you’d like it to be, but it only made sense you were sensitive like that after a while without a nice fuck.

“Law,” you whined, feeling the knot in your lower stomach tightening, balls tightening.

“A little longer,” he said, voice tight as he also tightened his grip around your face. “Fuck,” he gasped, snapping his hips against yours.

You couldn’t help it, actually. Your orgasm hit you before you knew it, but it was all Law’s fault, thumbing at your tip so nicely while fucking straight into your prostate. Arching your back, you pushed more into Law’s hand, toes curling and mind going blank as you came over Law’s hand and your torso. He looked straight into your face as you did it, holding your head still so that he could take in every detail.

Of course, Law kept fucking you, continuing to move his hips and his hand, not minding the way you already seemed to squirm in overstimulation—it only made you clench around him more, so deliciously. He just chased his own high, cumming hard inside you, making sure to fuck it all inside you before he could finally stop, taking a long moment just sitting still until the throbbing between his legs subsided.

His head felt light after that, and he wondered if yours did as well. If not, his job wasn’t done.

When Law looked at you again, your eyes were on the ceiling, gaze distant and hazy. He pulled out of you as he moved over, kissing the finger marks over your cheeks until he reached your lips, slowly grounding you.

“You good, angel?” He whispered, breathing heavily, just like you did. You nodded faintly, averting your eyes to him; he smiled. “I’ll fix us a shower.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

rockstar ! trafalgar law headcanons

trafalgar law x male reader ; he might seem ooc but he isn't, trust me. this is how law is supposed to be perceived, i talked to oda himself and sorted this all out with him before publishing.

-> listened to brooklyn baby by lana while writing this...hehehehheheehhehehehehe ps. i think that is my favorite photo of manga law ever oh my fuking godhes so hot.

rockstar ! law . . . did not get famous overnight, but also did not get famous on purpose...if that makes sense. like his ass was up posting his guitar covers on youtube for years before someone reached out to him on joining a proper band. but also he wasn't posting those guitar covers with the intent of getting noticed. he just wanted people to see how SICK he was on guitar (he's a not-so-secret narcisst). but also another reason he posted them was because of you, his boyfriend who he had been in a relationship for a year at that point, was encouraging him to do so. your support for him and his talent was really assuring and fuelled him to be confident enough to post them online. (he was kind of against the idea at first, probably saying romantic shit like, "i want only you to hear the songs i play," but eventually was swayed when you spent many minutes convincing him to)

rockstar ! law . . . when he finally goes on tour with his band, he is pretty insistent and headstrong in allowing you to come with. he doesn't care if he needs to pay out of pocket money to fund your stay with him and his bandmates, he will if he has to. because he's not leaving you for months on end, pursuing the dream that was only possible because of how you supported him through it. there's absolutely no way he's going on tour without his boyfriend.

law's tattooed arms were crossed over his wide chest as he listened to their manager and a team of people tell him and his band about their upcoming plan for their first ever tour.

after the end, when it was about time for everything to wrap up, law calmly asked, "what about bringing significant others?" this makes the executives share looks with one another before apologetically smiling at him.

"sorry, another person added onto the travel, boarding, and all that will not be able to fit into out budg-"

"then i'm not going," law says simply, already getting ready to storm out of the room. but the manager stops him by his wrist.

"n-now, let's not get hasty! this was not something we accounted for-"

"well you should've, i'm not going anywhere without him. i'm not gonna leave him." law states stubbornly, glaring down at the man that was much shorter than him, "he's either coming with us or i'm not going at all."

a silence passed over the room and his bandmates were internally praising law for having the balls to stand up to these powerful guys so carefree like that.

maybe that's what had made him such a good rockstar.

his passions that he was not willing to back down for, he'd settle for his desires being fulfilled or nothing at all.

what they didn't know was that all of those passions were singlehandedly fuelled by his immense love for you.

"a portion of it will have to come out of your pocket, then. we really don't have the funds to bring on another person. so if you can't-"

"i can manage. if that's all, and we're all good. me and [name] will be ready by the designated time and meet you all at the location with all of our things," law easily says, walking out of the room with his broad shoulders being the last thing the executives saw.

"wow, law is so cool!" a memeber, stage-named penguin, said with stars in his eyes.

"don't get any ideas." the manager immediately cuts them off before they can gush further.

rockstar ! law . . . is very openly gay for you <3 doesn't really care that people are expecting him to act a certain way because he is a rockstar, he could care less. he's said time and time again that the only reason these fans of his have the oppurtunity to appreciate him to such an extent is because of you. had it not been you encouraging him to post his covers, he would not be standing on that stage for them to admire. so he can be as shameless as he wants in displaying his affection for you. naturally, law isn't the most into pda, but when he hears annoying people batter him for being so into you, his boyfriend, he feels the need to piss them off even further.

law's calloused fingers were playing with the flesh of your waist as he held you close. it was dark in the after party room so he made sure to keep you secure to his side so that he wouldn't lose you in the crowd.

there were a bunch of celebrities that attended their recent show scattered around the room, but he didn't care for them. not when he had you on his arm. plus, he didn't really like these after parties that much - he'd much prefer to be on the tour bus cuddling with you.

feeling unimpressed with the party, he turned to you to feel some comfort. when he saw how you were just taking in the view of everyone, he leaned down to kiss you, surprising you at the sudden affection. but soon, the both of you were just pressed against the wall of the room and blatantly making out with each other. his raven hair was messy by the time you two pulled away from each other and that knowing smirk of his was proudly plastered on his face.

the next morning, the internet were ripping law into pieces for still being in a relationship with you despite having access to as many beautiful women, handsome men, and alluring people that he could have wanted. he was a talented, well-known name in the scene with a handsome face and charming demeanor. he could have had anyone. and some were frustrated, for some reason, that he was still with you.

five years going strong in your relationship wasn't enough for the press to believe he was satisfied and completely settled down with you, for some reason...

he groans the moment he sees the headlines, throwing his phone to the mattress and turning into your side to be comforted by you once again. the only person capable of calming him down still remains to be only you.

"love you," he says against your skin, making you laugh at the sleepy confession.

"love you, too, law. you know i don't care about the stupid shit they say," you comment, making note of how tight his arms were around your waist.

he doesn't acknowledge what you say, only peppering more kisses to your bare skin.

rockstar ! law . . . kinda perfectly fits the rockstar bf aesthetic to a T. he's wearing the leather jackets and the other staple fashion pieces that scream "rockstar boyfriend." it doesn't help the way the clothes so perfectly fall into place on his body. he enjoys matching with you too, even if your aesthetics may not match. if he's wearing a heavy jewlery piece, like a necklace, ring, or bracelet, he buys a matching one that you would like and would be able to style. he doesn't mind discarding his iconic leather jacket for you if you are feeling cold. and of course, he's attentive, protective, and caring for you (and only you) - perfectly fuelling the fantasies many people have of that "rockstar boyfriend persona"

law was not known for being hot-headed. there were never any stories of him giving customer service people a hardtime, or of him trashing hotel rooms like many others in the same genre as him were guilty of doing. his overall attitude was off standish, but polite.

with a slight difference whenever he was seen with you. still off standish and polite, but specially doting and careful when he is with you.

his arm is always slithered around your waist or shoulders and he is always seen attentively listening to whatever it is you're rambling about. his eyes focused in on you, and only you, show that he is blocking out the rest of the world and listening to you intently.

the way he almost, kind of, definitely glares at people that interrupt your time together before he softens his gaze the moment you catch him making faces and scold him. he's completely wrapped around your finger, despite his seemingly intimidating and threatening persona, he's complete mush with you.

his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders as he protectively stood behind you. tonight, the two of you were at the bar and watching the live performance of the local band of the town you were in. due to your begging, he agreed to get off of the counter stool and dance and sway to the music with you.

his arms are resting in front of you as he holds your hands in his, completely engulfing them with the size difference. the jacket around you is practically drowning you as well.

he's rocking you back and forth, occasionally leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek and whispering sweet nothings to you. your cute moment unfortunately comes to an end though. some drunkard knocks into the two of you and spills their entire pint of beer on you and your clothing.

your first reaction is to take off law's jacket to spare it from reeking of the beverage, but law's first reaction is to push you behind him and size up the guy that knocked into you.

"the hell is your problem, man?! it was an accident!" the man defends himself when he feels threatened by your boyfriend.

law's one hand is holding your own, wanting to make sure you stay close to him some way, while the other is clenched at his side to form a fist. noticing how he was very close to landing a hit on the idiot's face, you pull him back by his shirt, "c'mon, people are staring,"

"don't care, this guy has got his head so far up his ass," law simply says, genuinely not caring at all that people were looking at him as if he were crazy.

"law, let's just go," he turns his head to you, his gaze softening as he turns.

he waits a couple seconds before speaking in whispers, "do you really want to go? i can just take care of him-"

"i do, really. let's just go, babe, it's alright, it was an accident," you continued trying to convince him.

"he could've done it on purpose, he could be a complete, total asshole,"

you laughed at his reasoning of giving the guy a lesson, shaking your head, "let's just go and get out of here."

law doesn't seem satisfied with having to let the guy go without any reprecussions, but if law is anything: he's a boyfriend that listens to his boyfriend.

so he walks away with you close by, tight grip on your hand, and silently cursing the asshole the entire ride home.

rockstar ! law . . . very casually dedicates the most romantic, sensual, loving, etc. songs to you when he is on stage.

"this one is for the man standing at side stage, waiting for me,"

"i've been with the same idiot for 5 years now and this song is for him,"

"this is [name]'s favorite, by the way. so if you don't like it, you can fuck off,"

rockstar ! law . . . who doesn't understand the way some fans really idolize your relationship. he loves you a lot and he's glad that they're accepting of that fact, but why are people on the internet asking him and you to adopt them...? or why are they calling the both of you their "daddies"? he's confused. he at least pieces together that they're being supportive, but he doesn't truly understand what they mean when they say stuff like "i wanna go to paris" underneath his posts of you and him on his instagram.

rockstar ! law . . . whose favorite audience is still you. he loves playing his guitar for you, just in the quiet of your room (when you're finally home for tour) and with you on the bed with his strumming as background noise to your reading, or whatever hobby you commit to.

his fingers move with such familiarity he can easily take his eyes off of the neck of the guitar. he looks at you with such love and care that it would make any onlookers vomit at how sweet he was being.

the song that he was playing was faintly resembling "can't help falling in love" by elvis, with his own personal twist. the moment you recognize the chords and notes, though, you look at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

he smirks, tilting his head, "what?" he'll ask with that annoying knowing look on his face.

"you're so cheesy," you comment with an eye roll.

"oh, don't be an asshole now,"

"not being an asshole, just being honest!"

law puts down the acoustic guitar, walking over to where you were and planting a kiss to the top of your head. clearing his throat, he begins to mimic the singer with exaggeration. it spurs you into laughter at his impression, which he only grins wider at. your laugh still remains his favorite sound in the whole world.

this soft side was only shown behind closed doors with you. and you liked it that way. no one else got to see your usually intimidating boyfriend with his walls completely down. how sweet and doting he actually was. polar opposite to that persona he put on whenever he walked onto those grand stages.

he was just yours right now.

and as he leans down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, you can smile against his with comfortability. and warmness spreads throughout both of your chests as he smiles back.

and finally, rockstar ! law who definitely gets your name tattooed somewhere on his body. probably on his hands or arms tbh because that is the most visible body part of his that gets photographed and noticed due to how he plays the guitar. that way if anyone wants to take photos of him in his element, they'll see a small part of you that he carries with him everywhere.