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Your touch is the emotional anchor touch starved!law needs. Because of that, he is protective over you.
At night, touch starved!law closes his eyes and relives the ongoing scenario in his mind of you naked, pressing your bare skin against his. touch starved!law quietly groan as he pleasures himself to hearing you moan out his name. His pace increases when wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer.
touch starved!law gets envious when he sees you give other people hugs or reassuring squeezes. He holds back the urge to pull you into arms because he knows you arenโt hisโฆat least not yet.
On innocent nights, touch starved!law imagines the warmth you two would share if you slept in the same bed. He finds solace in this thought, because itโs you two holding each other close.
The times youโve unknowingly aroused him with your fingers on his skin, touch starved!law replays in his mind the stiffness he felt. This often leads to him going to his quarters to fuck himself with his hand.
When you write in the ship journal, touch starved!law likes to sit across from you and chat about what youโre documenting, whether itโs the crewโs recent antics or new finds. Most of the time, he brushes his foot against yours when he crosses one leg over the other.
touch starved!law gets a little frustrated when you wear long sleeves. He wants to see your skin so he can imagine it brushing against his, not a piece of cloth.
Do you mind making a Part Two of touch starved!law? Hcs or a oneshot would be awesome ๐๐ฝ
I donโt mind at all! (:
sfw
touch starved!law is more confident with his subtle yet affectionate advances. The way he expertly grabs catches you so you donโt fall when the submarine submerges makes his heart flutter; when he squeezes your shoulder for a job well done makes him stiffen; and, when he massages your hands after a long writing session gives him butterflies.
Even though touch starved!law is content with the affection he gives you, he wants more. He wants your affection.
touch starved!law loves tolerates your hugs. He gives the crew an annoyed smirk or roll his eyes, when you hug him but he secretly tolerates loves them. With his arms wrapped loosely around your body, he wishes he can tighten his grip.
Seeing you dolled up for a formal party makes touch starved!lawโs heart flutter. He blushes when he thinks of taking the outfit off you slowly, kissing your exposed skin with his lips.
You pull touch starved!lawโs attention from cleaning his sword to you by yawning. Stretching your arms and legs out, he turns and watches you stand up, ready to go to your room. He offers to walk with you, and, once you two are front of your cabin, you take a deep breath and affectionately lace your fingers with touch starved!lawโs, opening the door as an invitation.
sfw: implies short reader, mild angst, reader likes warm drinks in the morning, shy!law
summary: after a year of joining the crew as their official chronicler, Law is finally starting to realize how badly he wants your touch.
inspired by @isapirata
The way touch starved!law looks at you from far away is easily hid by the shadow of his hat.
touch starved!law makes no attempt to tell you personally, or even considers it. He has lost many people in his life and is worried that sharing his feelings will be a repeat.
So touch starved!law continues to admire you from a distance, wanting to feeling his skin against yours. He fantasizes pulling you in for a hug, just to rest his head on top of yours and inhale your scent. You would be unintentionally marking him and he didnโt mind.
touch starved!law periodically makes your favorite warm morning drink along with his. He uses your favorite mug and when he offers it to you he makes sure your fingers barely brush against each other so he can feel some of your warm touch.
Sometimes you spend long nights perfecting your documentations of the ship and crewโs journeys, recent events or decisions . When you sleep at your desk, touch starved!law takes this quiet and peaceful moment to run his fingers through your hair or gently move them down your bare arm, stopping at your hand.
touch starved!law sighs as he slowly laces his fingers in between yours, knowing that this is the best way to show affection.
As you murmur in your sleep, you unintentionally seal the grip of his fingers, making touched starved!law gasp. Worried youโd wake up, he loosens his fingers and quietly walks away, knowing that this is the closest heโll show you he needs your touch.
just finished watching frankenstein! maybe creature law and f reader? or gn reader? xx
creature!law x gn!reader
-> spoiler alert!
Hurting anyone wasnโt his intention. In fact, what creature!law longed for was a companion. He didnโt have to love them. He just wanted another monster to live withโeven if there was hatred, at least they had forever together.
When you found him hidden and chained in Victor Frankensteinโs home, you felt a connection. You didnโt pity creature!law, you emphasized because he was trapped like youโyou didnโt love William while Victor didnโt give him the love he deserved.
However, creature!law saw beyond your empathy. He saw a person who was gentle, didnโt care for looks, or was scared unlike his creator.
โCan you say my name?โ You whispered, gently holding his clammy hands. You introduced yourself softly. Luckily, patience was your virtue. creature!law mumbled your name because it was his saving grace. His reason for living.
That night, when you visited, you showed him gentleness Victor didnโt give.
โYouโre hurtโฆโ you frowned, tracing a fresh wound, โโฆwho hurt you?โ
โVictor.โ creature!law rasped, struggling with those two syllables. โVictor.โ
After the explosion, you didnโt think youโd see him again. However, you were proved wrong when creature!law managed to find you in your chambers on your wedding night.
โItโs youโฆโ he trailed.
Your eyes widened. Pulse raced. Do you love him? You werenโt sure. But what you knew was that you wanted to be with him, live with him away from society and its cage.
โItโs me.โ You echoed.
When you two exchanged gazes, creature!law walked to you, pausing. You closed the distance by carefully cupping his ragged cheek with a hand. creature!law stiffened, unsure how to handle this innocent touch. But his heart knew what to do. Without thinking he wrapped you in his arms. He held you like Atlas, a titan punished to hold the world for eternity. One wrong move and it would shatter and collapse.
Victor Frankenstein was that wrong move. When he shot you, you bled and fell into creature!lawโs now warm arms.
โNo.โ He muttered your name. โDonโt be scared, Iโm here.โ
And you believed him.
As you felt him pick you up and walk you down the stone steps of yours and Williamโs estate, you felt peace. A sense of peace knowing that the worldโs first creation from the deceased cared for you enough to want eternity.
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summary: you and Law met under circumstances none of you expected.
Law needed a break.
After a grueling 12 hour surgery, he went to the Sunny Satellite, the nearest nightclub to his apartment. He didnโt dare go to one near the hospitalโhe had a clean and respectful reputation to keep. After parking in a dimly lit corner of the parking lot, he swiftly put his black sweater over his scrubs and lifted the hood over his head. Then, he trudged with a heavy heart to the front of the nightclub and ventured into the loud crowd, a combination of drunk dancers or those looking for attention.
Law was neither of those. He wanted to escape.
By the time you entered the nightclub, he was already at the bar and on his third shot of alcohol. As he drank, you sat next to him exhausted from your move.
โLong Island Iced Tea,โ you muttered to the bartender.
โStressful day?โ Law mumbled after you ordered.
โYeah.โ You nodded. Once you got your drink, you took a couple sips. โLooks like you had one too.โ You pointed out at the three empty shots in front of him. Law nodded, finishing his fourth.
โI donโt normally drink.โ
โSame.โ
You took another long sip and started brief conversation that ended with both of you taking another drink. Another shot. Just enough to make you two feel the burn of your days and the fact that you both needed a release.
To forget.
Just for one night.
โMy car is in the parking lotโฆโ
โโฆoh?โ You asked, leaning closer.
โNo names. No numbers.โ He said quietly.
Nodding your head, you extended your pinky out. โNo names. No numbers.โ
Acknowledging the promise, Law hooked his pinky with yours.
The faint taste of his drink along with yours swirled together in your mouths as Law pressed you against the door of the backseat, kissing you roughly as you ran your fingers through his hair.
When he finally unlocked it, he clumsily opened the door and broke contact with your lips as he pushed you inside.
Once your back hit the leather seat, you pulled him in, Law slamming the car door shut and moved his warm lips on your neck, biting the skin and cooling it down with kisses as you slipped your fingers at the waistband of his scrub buttons. He supported himself with one hand on the driver seatโs headrest while the other against the back window. You took your joggers and underwear off in one motion, leaving them hanging at your feet.
โGodโfuckโโ he whispered against your mouth as pressed his erection against your wet folds.
One hand slammed against the passenger window in front of him for balance while the other fingered you, eliciting a gasp.
โOn birth control,โ You moaned breathlessly.
That was all Law needed to hear before he slammed into you, biting his lip as your pussy welcomed him in.
Your head fell back as your body tensed. โF-fuckโฆโ you gasped.
Law laced his fingers with yours and pinned them against the window.
You wrapped your legs around himโyour joggers and underwear in a heap on the seatโas he pounded into you, the cramped space making each motion rougher and desperate.
His car rocked. The windows fogged up. The leather was slick from sweat and smelled of sex.
โYour pussy is made for me,โ he hissed in your ear, biting the lobe. โSheโs taking me wellโฆyou areโฆโ
You shivered and motioned for him to switch positions. You climbed onto his lap, one leg on either side, and without breaking eye contact, lowered yourself onto him again while you took your shirt off.
Both of you were running off of stress, adrenaline, and alcohol as you pulled his sweater and scrub top off.
Eyeing your chest, Law slipped his fingers under the fabric of your bra, tracing your breasts. Then he slowly ran his fingers down your curves and kissed the palm of your hands with a gentleness youโd expect from two lovers, not a one night stand.
Then he gripped your hips and thrusted up, jaw clenched and eyes burning into yours with an intensity he saved for chastising residents who didnโt follow his instructions.
โI am taking you well.โ You whispered, putting a hand on the car ceiling as you increased your pace.
You rode him hard, chasing the high you felt while he slammed into you.
โYou fucking are,โ he moaned.
You hummed in response as you leaned down to kiss him, his lips parting as your tongues collided. His fingernails dug into your skin as your hips rolled faster against him.
With your free hand fondled his sac, making Lawโs breath hitch as he closed his eyes.
Both of you came at the same time, breathing heavily while your foreheads remained against each otherโs.
You collapsed onto his chest, his dick still inside, your ear against his heart, and his hands wrapped around the small of your back.
โNo names.โ Law whispered, resting his head against the window.
summary: your husband is famously known as the daycareโs โsexy gym ratโ. Single parents are jealous of you, and fathers are envious of his physique. And Zoro? Doesnโt pay attention to any of that. His life revolves around you and your son, and he loves it.
dilf!zoro doesnโt realize how badly he affects other single parents or others until your son, an energetic and observant two year old, points at a woman who walked into a pole. And then a man who tripped over his own feet after giving his muscular arms one look.
dilf!zoro hates wearing shirts with sleeves. So you hired a tailor to alter sleeved tops just for his comfort and your sanity when he wants to wear a black tank top to your friendโs wedding.
dilf!zoro takes quickies seriously.
โTen minutes until he wakes up? Give me three and Iโll have you moaning my name.โ
dilf!zoro is the spectacle when he picks up your child. Most of the time, seeing him are the teachersโ and assistantsโ favorite part of the day. His physique and voice are two attractions, but the icing on the cake? Seeing his soft side: helping your son in his jacket, ruffling his hair, or showing him how to tie his shoes balanced his title as a dilf perfectly.
dilf!zoro rewards you after daycare pick up or a rough work day.
โIs my girl ready for her prize?โ He rasps in your ear.
You nod, whimpering a yes.
โGood. Now bend over the damn counter for me while I fuck you senseless.โ
dilf!zoro can be clueless, but knows what matters. He asks about your sonโs nap, if he behaved during the playtime, or if he ate his lunch. Zoro knows. Forget about signing off his mini me after daycare.
โDid he have a good day? Yeah? He did? Good.โ
dilf!zoro does his domestic dad duties shirtless. He effortlessly makes washing dishes and putting them away the sexiest chore a man could ever do. Or better yetโfolding laundry and putting it in the correct dresser drawer.
dilf!zoro doesnโt get jealous. He trusts you knowing youโll always pick him because no other man could ever compare.
dilf!zoro doesnโt have a dad voice. Itโs more of a dad growl which has two interpretations: youโre either in trouble because you misbehaved in public (this mainly goes for your son) or youโre in trouble because he said so.
โCโmere.โ He growled after leaving the grocery store, โweโre going home, all because you wore that and made that cashier gawk.โ
And you were just wearing joggers and a cropped hoodie.
Perhaps some touch starved Zoro headcanons when you have the chance? ๐คญ๐
touch starved!zoro knows heโs touch starved but wonโt admit it. He believes that a man like him doesnโt have time for those feelings, yet he desires for even a shoulder brush with you.
touch starved!zoro prefers to admire you from a distance, giving out the smallest smile when he sees you laugh. He wishes that heโs there to laugh with you, either holding you in his arms or looking at you lovingly while linking your fingers with his.
touch starved!zoro feels a pang of jealousy when he sees a crew member touch you, such as hugs or a simple handshake.
To touch starved!zoro, you are delicate, something he feels he can easily break if handled improperly. He isnโt sure how to hold you without squeezing you tightly or possibly breaking a bone.
When touch starved!zoro sees you sweat it gets him going. He wants to lick it off your body, just for a taste.
An innocent fantasy touch starved!zoro has is feeling your body against his while teaching you how to swing a sword.
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