cant swim—ate a devil fruit

sfw

growing old with law slowly makes him more affectionate in public.

growing old with zoro comes with silent afternoons and naps on your lap.

growing old with sanji makes him more open about his feelings.

growing old with luffy would never be without adventure.

growing old with kid shows he secretly loves domestic routines.

growing old with usopp is a lifetime collecting stories and photos together for your album.

sfw-ish, room for imagination, language

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 aren’t his…at 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 it’s you two holding each other close.

The times you’ve 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 you’re documenting, whether it’s the crew’s recent antics or new finds. Most of the time, he brushes his foot against yours when he crosses one leg over the other.

I don’t 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 don’t 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!law’s heart flutter. He blushes when he thinks of taking the outfit off you slowly, kissing your exposed skin with his lips.

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 didn’t 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 crew’s 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.

creature!law x gn!reader

-> spoiler alert!

Hurting anyone wasn’t his intention. In fact, what creature!law longed for was a companion. He didn’t have to love them. He just wanted another monster to live with—even if there was hatred, at least they had forever together.

When you found him hidden and chained in Victor Frankenstein’s home, you felt a connection. You didn’t pity creature!law, you emphasized because he was trapped like you—you didn’t love William while Victor didn’t give him the love he deserved.

However, creature!law saw beyond your empathy. He saw a person who was gentle, didn’t care for looks, or was scared unlike his creator.

“Can you say my name?” 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 didn’t give.

“You’re hurt…” you frowned, tracing a fresh wound, “…who hurt you?”

“Victor.” creature!law rasped, struggling with those two syllables. “Victor.”

After the explosion, you didn’t think you’d see him again. However, you were proved wrong when creature!law managed to find you in your chambers on your wedding night.

“It’s you…” he trailed.

Your eyes widened. Pulse raced. Do you love him? You weren’t sure. But what you knew was that you wanted to be with him, live with him away from society and its cage.

“It’s me.” 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!law’s now warm arms.

“No.” He muttered your name. “Don’t be scared, I’m here.”

And you believed him.

unforgettable

— modern au

surgeon!law x f!reader

nsfw

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 didn’t dare go to one near the hospital—he 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.

“Long Island Iced Tea,” you muttered to the bartender.

“Stressful day?” Law mumbled after you ordered.

dilf!zoro doesn’t 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 friend’s wedding.

dilf!zoro takes quickies seriously.

“Ten minutes until he wakes up? Give me three and I’ll have you moaning my name.”

dilf!zoro is the spectacle when he picks up your child. Most of the time, seeing him are the teachers’ and assistants’ 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.

“Is my girl ready for her prize?” He rasps in your ear.

You nod, whimpering a yes.

“Good. Now bend over the damn counter for me while I fuck you senseless.”

dilf!zoro can be clueless, but knows what matters. He asks about your son’s nap, if he behaved during the playtime, or if he ate his lunch. Zoro knows. Forget about signing off his mini me after daycare.

“Did he have a good day? Yeah? He did? Good.”

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 yet—folding laundry and putting it in the correct dresser drawer.

dilf!zoro doesn’t get jealous. He trusts you knowing you’ll always pick him because no other man could ever compare.

dilf!zoro doesn’t have a dad voice. It’s more of a dad growl which has two interpretations: you’re either in trouble because you misbehaved in public (this mainly goes for your son) or you’re in trouble because he said so.

“C’mere.” He growled after leaving the grocery store, “we’re going home, all because you wore that and made that cashier gawk.”

touch starved!zoro knows he’s touch starved but won’t admit it. He believes that a man like him doesn’t 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 he’s 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 isn’t 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.