#I missed rosinante’s birthday-

[anemptypuddingcup]

Man I missed baby Rosinante’s birthday. I also missed one of my favorite writers birthday too- so I double whammied that shit- I’m sorry.

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Corazon yawns heavily as he stumbles out of his bedroom from his nap. Even if it was his birthday, he was pretty tired and wanted to get some rest. He peeks out the window and his eyes widens as he notices the night sky, he had damn near missed his entire birthday.

He didn’t think he’d be able to take such a long nap, but he began to feel bad the more he thought about it. Imagining whoever got him a gift for his birthday, they must’ve waited for so long. A sorrowful sigh leaves his lips before he turns around to walk into the kitchen. Upon walking through the doorway, he turns the light on-

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROSIIIII!”

Rosinante squeals out before falling onto his ass, your sudden appearance startling him and nearly giving him a heart attack. You walk up to him with a heart-shaped birthday cake, a sweet smile across your as you placed it onto the living room table. “Are you okay, Rosi?” You asked, giggling to him.

“A-Ah. Well, you scared me honey.” He laughs nervously before helping himself up. He lands his eyes in your fluffy robe and he quirks a brow, observing your pretty shape the robe was wrapped around. He sets himself down on the couch softly as he watches you grab some matches to light the candles.

You smile softly and slide the cake closer to him and he shoots up. His eyes glisten as he stares at the little flickers of flames igniting wicks the candles. He slowly rolls his eyes up to you, looking to you before he traces his eyes back to the cake.

“Make a wish~” You whisper to him. He giggles and blows out the candles.

“How could I wish for something that’s already here?” He asks as his eyes stared deep into yours. You blush from his words and watched as he blew the candles out, a pleased smile spread across his face.

Corazon holds his arms out slightly, signaling you to climb onto his lap. You slowly move closer and set yourself onto his thighs. You feel his arms wrap around your waist and pull you farther onto his lap with ease, a soft sigh leaving him as he feels your weight fall onto his body. Your face grows warmer once he presses lips to yours, a little groan leaving him as he trails his hand up under your robe.

“Come on an’ take it off baby girl, I wanna see my gift unwrapped.” He whispers to you, his hands trailing up your figure. You couldn’t help but to smile nervously, your hands trailing down to the robe’s sash and untying the knot with one pull.

He eagerly pulls the robe open and hums in delight, your body so soft and easy on his eyes. He smiles and presses a loving kiss against your neck as his hands trails up your bare skin. “Can I play with it pleaseee?~” He asks, his tone was teasing and playful.

He was rather smitten about the whole situation, his pretty birthday gift sitting right on top of him. Soft and plush skin pressing against his and he didn’t know how to contain himself.

“Do whatever you’d like, Rosinante~” You whisper to him, your glossy lips ghosting over his.

He smiles before he straight up smooshes face against your breasts, his hand groping and caressing one of the soft mounds. He moans in delight from your soft skin and sweet smell, his cock growing harder with every inhale he took of your aroma.

You let out a little mewl as you feel him slide his fingers to your hardened buds before pinching them softly. “So soft and so warm~” Corazon sighs heavily. You felt his erection rub against your bare cunt, a little groan leaving him as he felt constricted within his pajamas.

“I-I want to feel you.” He exhaled, his body growing hotter against yours You giggle against him and press a soft kiss against his temple. Pressing your hands to the waistband of pajamas, you pull them down slightly and his cock slowly pops out. You hum as you trail a finger along his shaft, teasing him.

He hissed as your small touch before grabbing your hands softly, his fingers waffling between yours. “Don’t tease meee, go on and get on top~” He pouts, his glossy eyes looking up at you. You smile and spill a bit of drool onto his cock, lubricating it and making it nice and slick for him to enter you.

You feel his hand press up against your lower back before you lift your hips, the tip of him pressing up against your soaking entrance. “Take is slow for me, I want us both to enjoy this. Alright?~” Corazon demanded, hip lips still peppering kisses to your breast. “Anything for my birthday boy~” You whisper to him, a little giggle leaving you.

You slowly lower yourself onto his length, a little moan leaving you as he stretched you. He groans shakily as his hands held your hips to keep you steady. “Fuck~ I missed feeling you around me~” He sighs. You press a kiss to his lips as he slowly bottoms out inside of you, a moan leaving both of your throats.

You waste no time moving along his length, a bit desperate to get some friction. He lets out a soft groan as you began to bounce your hips on top of him, his tip kissing your cervix with every move of your hip. He lets out a little moan as your pussy massaged his length, your warm gummy walls only adding to his pleasure.

Trailing his a hand down to your ass, he gropes the fatty flesh tightly making you let out a little mewl. “You’re so tight baby~ We’re you waiting for this too?~” He whispers as he bounces your hips faster onto him. “Y-Yes I was Rosi~” You gasp out, the sloppy sounds of your ass hitting his hips only turning you on more. He presses a soft kiss to your lips and smiles, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly to pull you in.

“Well, we have all night baby girl~”

[fanaticsnail]

Pretty Red Ribbon

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Word Count: 2,700+

Synopsis: After your birthday was ruined last year at the hands of a certain pink-feather-donning, glasses-wearing gentleman who you love to hate, your fellow warlord, Sir Crocodile, gives you a little gift you did not expect to darken your doorstep.

Themes: Doflamingo x f!reader, birthday, enemies to lovers, nsfw themes, suggestive content, not explicit - but mdni just in case, warlord!reader, platonic crocodile x reader, dom!reader x sub!doflamingo, gendered terms used

Notes: I had been wanting to write for Doflamingo for a while, and the art by @wesaier gave me the final shove that I needed to get it done. (Their Rosinante also has me in a chokehold. I adore their work. Also, happy birthday!) First time writing a proper fic-length for Doffy before his series.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @vespidphoenix @mfreedomstuff

The soft growl of the den-den-mushi atop your kitchen bench began rattling and humming in an awakened dance. The steam from the scorching water in the kettle whistled in unison to the rumbling call, the rattle of teacups on trays causing your attention to pull in a variety of directions in your large kitchen.

“I’ll get it, Miss,” your employee called from the corner of the room, his body carrying his vast height towards the den-den in three lengthy strides. He picked up the transponder end of the snail, elevating the mouth and earpiece to his face. Thanking him with a smile, you returned to continue readying yourself a cup of your desired tea. 

“You really shouldn’t be making this for yourself, Miss,” your lady’s maid addressed you over your shoulder, “You employ us to take care of you and your needs. You should let us do our jobs and spoil you, especially on a day like today-.”

“-And that will be the last I hear about anything regarding ‘today’, Dinah,” you scolded her with a playful wink, “It’s just another day, and I would like to have it remain as such,” you moved the loose-leaf strainer in your teapot, collecting the remnants of the scorched leaves and discarded them, “Besides, I always love being in the kitchen with you all after another stupid meeting at the world-government headquarters. They always seem to gather any excuse to call us all in: exercising their rights as masters and holders of the tight leash. Absolute bastards, the lot of them.”

“And we adore you down here, Miss,” Dinah lulled her head on your shoulder and laced her hands around your midsection, “We love the gossip about the other warlords, and we always enjoy hearing about your day. You take such good care of all of us, but I think we all just wish you’d let us celebrate your birthday-.”

“-Absolutely not, Dinah,” you giggled at the younger woman embracing you, unlacing her hands from your waist and collecting your teacup and saucer from the tray you had prepared, “Last time I attempted to celebrate this day, I was held up for a multitude of times because that stupid Donquixote continued to ask stupid questions that had the meeting at the marine base go overtime. Missed reservations, didn’t make it to check in time at the homestead - and didn’t even get to enjoy that bottle of wine I ordered for myself. I swore that would be the last time I attempted to celebrate, and that’s that.”

“Just because your last birthday was ruined last year doesn’t mean you should swear them all off, Miss,” your handmaid smiled at you, “We’d adore making you feel special if you’d let us. Today is free of Donquixote Doflamingo, after all.” You growled at just the mention of his name, feeling your disdain elevating in your throat as a sour bile. 

“I despise that tall pelican man. I loathe him, hate him even,” you confessed, prompting Dinah to huff a small laugh in response. You groaned out more frustrated admissions to your lady’s maid, “I would have him drawn and quartered, hung and splayed, whipped and chained. I could wring his neck and spit in his face if I knew the sick bastard wouldn’t like it.” 

“I’m sure he would appreciate any scrap of your attention,” Dinah teased you with a sly tone, her eyes twinkling with mischief, “He seems to vie for your head to turn, by any means necessary.”

“He vexes me, torments me,” you continued, much to your handmaid's delight, “He needs to be knocked down a couple of pegs. Be made to crawl on all fours and beg like a dog-.”

“-Apologies for the interruption, Miss. I’m sorry to disturb your polite conversation,” the larger man holding the den-den-mushi to his ear held out the earpiece and transceiver to you, “Sir Crocodile is on the other end of the call. Says he has something for you.” You groaned out an exasperated breath before taking the shell into your hand.

“Thank you, Arturo. I’m sorry you had to hear that. I got a little fiery for a moment there,” you nodded to the man, who straightened his back before taking your saucer from your hands. He smiled down at you, moving to his place next to Dinah, anchoring his hips and leaning back against the sink with a smirk.

“What’s the call about?” Dinah whispered in a hushed rush to Arturo beside her.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Arturo hushed back his own scratchy whisper, attempting to hold back his laughter. You shot them both a sharp look, your smirk still drawn up on your pursed lips. 

You raised the end to your ear and huffed out a sigh, calling into the piece, “Sir Crocodile? To what do I owe the pleasure of your voice gracing me today?” A rumble of silence purred through the receiver against your ear, a lengthy puff of smoke coursing through the grimace of the crocodilian man.

“I heard it was somebody’s birthday,” the rattle of his drawl taunted you through the crackled speaker. You shot your employees a dark look, prompting them to immediately spin on their heels and return to their duties. You groaned as you turned to face away from them, still holding the shell to your ear. 

“Not a cause for celebration, Sir,” you purse your lips, examining your fingernails and cuticles, “But I appreciate your call regardless.” Your tone depicted your smile, truth spilling from your lips as you truly meant every word. 

Sir Crocodile was your closest and oldest ally of all the warlords presented to you. You enjoyed sitting by him, both basking in the aura of one another. You held each other in the highest regard, you could even call each other ‘friend’ without it stretching too far out of the ordinary. What solidified your bond the most with one another was your complete and utter dislike for Donquixote Doflamingo. 

“The appreciation is reciprocated, Highness,” Crocodile’s smirk purred through the receiver, “Which is why I decided to send you a little gift. Should be darkening your doorstep right about now.” 

“Sir Crocodile, while I appreciate the sentiment,” you acknowledge his gesture with a kind and even tone, shaking your head as you take your den-den to the front door of your manor, “The only thing I really want is that feather-wearing asshole: stripped down, bound and gagged, on his lanky knees and looking up with his eyes all watery and pleading,” you reached the door, opening it and shrieking in shock as your eyes met with the gift presented before you.

His body was bound in a thick length of red ribbon, chest bare and hands bound behind his back in seastone cuffs. Pointed glasses lay askew on his face with his lips gagged by a ball strapped to his face. Drool gathered at the base of his chin, his glassy eyes looking up at your face with bewilderment. His bare chest was strangled beneath the red ribbon, his pants hanging limply over his hips as the top button and zipper exposed his slender adonis belt. 

Lips falling slack, you almost dropped the shell from your ear as shock wrote itself over your features. Donquixote Doflamingo was bound, gagged and on his knees on your front doorstep: entirely at your mercy. 

“I thought topping it with a pretty red bow would be too on the nose,” Sir Crocodile called over the mushi, “But he is apprehensively allowing himself to be on the receiving end of your retribution, given his disruption of your last birthday celebration.”

No words gathered in your mind, all thoughts racing as the wealthy Donquixote continued to hold his gaze against your own. His lips trembled around the gag, his brow triangulating in an upward peak as he darted his eyes between yours to gauge your intent. 

He had no idea what possessed him to accept this little adventure, and he did not remember agreeing to be cuffed, gagged and without his entourage. As he witnessed the wicked streak spark within your eyes, he truly had no idea what you were going to do with him like this. Without a whisper of admission to it, he truly did everything in his power to gain your attention and hold it for as long as he could. He’d go through great lengths to be subject to your steely gaze.

Ruining your birthday last year was when he felt he truly went too far. You kept your private life quiet for the most part, only a select few were privy to the knowledge of your innermost thoughts. When he was made aware by Sir Crocodile how far he managed to spoil the occasion, he was given a choice by the cigar-smoking gentleman: “Your left hand, or to be subject to her mercy?” 

He thought he made the appropriate choice. 

Evidently, he did not know the extent Sir Crocodile was going to take his punishment. 

“Do you like your gift, Highness?” the voice cracked through the receiver after several moments pause, “Or would you like to return it? Got one in a similar shade and style?” You giggled into the mouthpiece, prompting Sir Crocodile to chuckle his own sinister laughter. 

“I think I’ll keep it,” you purred, holding your eyes half-hooded as you reached your index finger down to swipe the collected drool from his chin. Doflamingo whimpered as you hooked your finger beneath his jaw, prompting him to fall forward and lean into your touch, “How long do I have it for?” you hovered your face above his, uttering a final question, “And in what condition should I intend to keep it in?”

“Your prerogative, Highness,” Sir Crocodile confessed, drawing up a large breath of smoke in his mouth and exhaling, “Use him, abuse him, torment him, torture him: he is yours to play with for the next fourty-eight hours. Happy birthday, Dear.” At the final utterance, Sir Crocodile clicked the end of the receiver off: leaving your snail to crackle its muffled voice shut. 

You hummed in deep thought, gazing down your nose at the tall man who, even on his knees, is nearly at eye height. Moving his face in your hands, you clicked your tongue as one would when examining an object intended for purchase. He whimpered further when your hands began exploring his torso as you circled his body. Your fingertips felt like lightning on his skin, igniting his expectations and triggering his wanton intrigue. 

“If I remove the gag and seastone cuffs,” you whisper into his ear, trailing your fingertips down his spine, “Will you behave yourself, pelican?” He nodded frantically, lulling his head back on his shoulders to bring himself closer to you. You hummed in thought, hooking your fingers over the material tugging the gag over his lips. 

“Feel better?” you asked him, maneuvering around his body to face him once again, “Less restricted and more of your repulsive self?” 

Taking a moment to roll his tongue in his mouth to regain the sensation, he felt himself relax into your touch as you loosened the cuffs. He moaned as your hands caressed his wrists to reignite the blood flow swelling down into his fingertips. 

“Always so kind,” Doflamingo commented with his signature smirk rising to his lips, “Do you ever grow tired of being so good all the time?” His eyes searched yours, still unsure of how you were going to respond to him on his knees. 

“Would you prefer if I were cruel to you?” you arched your brow up and lowered your tone, “Abused you for my own sick entertainment?”

“You could choke me, flog me, spit in my face - better yet, in my mouth,” Doflamingo listed, his pupils blown with lust beneath his pink glasses, “You could step on me, rake me over nails and hot coals, and all I would say is: ‘thank you for a scrap of your attention’. It is your day, after all.”

“Obsessive and excessive, Donquixote,” you scolded him, tugging at the red ribbon constricting his chest to have him rise to his feet and follow you into your manor, “Why must you always provoke me?” 

“Because I want you,” he whispered after you, a small whine in his voice as he followed closely behind you. His heavy feet trotted like a prized pony after you, allowing you to lead his body throughout the halls to your manor, “I want you so badly. I want all of your attention, all of your focus. I want to be at the very center of your universe, by any means necessary.”

Making eye contact with Arturo and Dinah, both of which shot you quizzical looks as Doflamingo pranced behind you attached to a line of red ribbon. You shot them both a look to forbid them from uttering a single phrase in questioning you, prompting them to hold up their hands in defense. 

“Should I bring you your tea, Miss?” Arturo called after you as you exited the frame of the door to the kitchen, “Perhaps a couple of glasses of wine?” 

“Perhaps later, Arturo. I’ll send for you if I need you,” you mentioned over your shoulder. 

As you looked behind you, there was a foreign expression painted over Donquixote Doflamingo’s face. His cheeks were tinted with a pink dust, his eyes glassy and eyelids half-closed and gazing at you through thick, blonde eyelashes. His signature smirk was replaced by a dumbstruck, goofy smile and his giddiness adamant in each of his pepped steps. 

Scoffing and rolling your eyes at him, you lead him into the master suite of your manor and force him to kneel in the center of the room. You took a seat on your plush armchair and gaze at him disinterestedly. He was all but vibrating in anticipation for your next movement. 

“Anything to say for yourself, Donquixote?” you purse your lips crossing your legs by hooking your right knee over your left and rocking your foot at him. He crawled forward on his knees, hypnotized beneath your cold stare. Eyes meeting with yours, his lips fell agape in a perfect circle as your foot met with his chest to halt his movement. 

Looking down at your heeled shoe, he bowed low enough to brush his forehead in a deep nuzzle against your shin, rocking his head to the side and attempting to become the very picture of innocence. You leant forwards, removing his glasses from his face and glaring into his expressive eyes with a wicked glint. 

“Go on, pet,” you spat down at him, “Unless you have nothing intelligible to offer me in conversation.” He pressed his lips against your shin, grazing his mouth up your legs and inadvertently slotting himself between your knees. 

“Happy Birthday,” he uttered against your skin, pressing a lengthy kiss against your right knee and integrating his entangled self between your legs further, “And I apologize for ruining the one prior.” Peppering kisses over your knee and up your thigh, his tongue flicked out over your flesh and swirled against you. 

Patience wearing thin, you redraw your right foot back over his chest and nudge him backwards to look into his eyes. Your lips curled into a snarl, eyes narrow and accusatory as you gnash your teeth at the tall blonde on his knees in front of you. 

“If you want my forgiveness, Donquixote Doflamingo,” you whisper in a warning tone, danger written over your features enough to cause the large man to shudder beneath your wicked stare, “Beg for it.”

Forty-Eight hours was more than enough time for Doflamingo to become a begging, pleading, whimpering mess beneath your skilled and expert hands. His mind fell blank, his body not experiencing the amount of sensory overload and sensory deprivation with a partner in encounters prior.

He was always the one in control, him only ever taking and taking to provide himself the pinnacle of pleasurable experiences. To be the one out of control, to simply have to take what he was given with his mind vacant of all thoughts aside from being subject to your desires.

The only things he continued to manage to befall from his lips were three phrases: “I’m sorry,” “thank you,” and “forgive me.” Just how you wanted him: complacent, dumbstruck, and all wrapped up in a pretty red ribbon.

[thevirtualvalentine]

ROLL OUT THE RED CARPET : Hiiii !!!! Welcome to my 100 followers event (*´∇｀*)/ !! During this event, I’ll be taking up to 10 requests from followers (new or old) based on any combination of these prompts. The goal of this event is to write requests that have porno themes or are literal porn scenes (see below cut). Some important additional information: this is a purely one piece smut event, there is no set word count, and I will do my upmost best to make your film come true.

NO FUNNY BUSINESS !

you may only request once since there is a limited number of spots.

you must be off anon to request anything for this event.

remember I’m still a person when you’re requesting. my regular rules apply as well. I won’t write what I don’t like / am not comfortable with.

NOW, THE FUN STUFF :

First, pick a character from the following list. These are characters i’m willing to write for:

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Robin, Law, Kidd, Koby, Ace, Sabo, Katakuri, Rosinante, Hancock, Shanks, Yamato, Kuzan, Kin’emon, Doflamingo, Mihawk, & Hawkins.

Second, pick a standard porno theme (if you don’t like any of these, suggest one).

Boss x Secretary

Vouyerism

Burglar (may contain dark content)

Massage

Casting couch

Pizza delivery guy/girl

Plumber

Pool boy OR Life guard

Shower sex

Ship-hiking OR Hitchhiking

Dads best friend

Taxi driver

Nurse OR Doctor x Patient

Professor x Student

Babysitter

Yoga instructor

Thirdly, pick a kink/fetish (or maybe two) to go along with your film. Please establish if it’s reader or character with the kink:

rough sex, bondage, blindfold, corruption, cuckolding (describe what characters and the situation), edging, breeding, overstimulation, asphyxiation (choking), food play, gagging, humiliation, impact play, mirrors, size, masochism or sadism, exhibitionism, hand, dacryphilia, lingerie. (If I missed any, just request and I’ll let you know).

SO, FOR EXAMPLE :

“Hi valentine, can I request (afab/gn/amab) reader with pizza delivery girl nami? hand kink (on readers end) and edging please?”

Or something like that! Make your request as personal, detailed, or ambiguous as you’d like. Give your reader/character characteristics even. I’ll do my best to write it in my style and combine your ideas!

And again, thank you all for 100 followers!!!!! T^T eughhh. I really appreciate it and I’m very excited to do my first event! 🖤

EVENT MASTERLIST :

Tape One :

portgas d. ace : pizza delivery boy ace needs to find a way to get compensation for your pizza.

Tape Two :

‘flame emperor’ sabo : professor sabo has some .. ideas for your tutoring session. one wrong answer and who knows what may happen.

Tape Three :

‘red hair’ shanks : it’s wrong isn’t it? but why does it feel so good. your dads best friend helping you move seemed like a great idea, if you could have kept it under control.

Tape Four :

trafalgar d. water law : dumb girl, doesn’t a pretty thing like you know to keep your doors locked? your heart isn’t the only thing he’s stealing tonight. (contains dark content)

Tape Five :

yamato : he can hear you every night as your roommate, your soft whines and begs to cum. finally he decides to do something about it.

Tape Six :

sanji : when zoro bought sanji tickets to a personal yoga instructor, he swore he was never going to use it. now, you could say he’s a regular.

Tape Seven :

mihawk : for your birthday, shanks decide it’s time to take you out for taste testing so you can know your limits, who else better to invite than mihawk? the man you’ve had a crush on for years, who is coincidentally your dads best friend.

Tape Eight :

zoro : he didn’t expect to find you of all people in a wano bath house, lets just say things get raunchy.

Tape Nine :

mihawk : when you came back to your hometown to visit, your dad didn’t feel quite comfortable leaving you alone at home by yourself. He sends you off to mihawks gothic mansion for the weekend.

Tape Ten :

luffy : quite the shitty delivery boy, he can never seem to get the food there in one piece. that’s ok though, he’ll find other ways to satiate your hunger …

[mandiemegatron]

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 ;

Fuck Up My Makeup : Eustass x cis!fem Reader, nsfw/nsft.

The World in my Hands : Eustass x cis!fem Reader, light nsfw/nsft.

Losing The War : Eustass x cis!fem reader. SADNESS AHOY! Pure angst.

Cold Breeze : Eustass x g/n reader. Small blurb!

Four Times We Missed : Law x cis!fem Reader. super sweet and feelsy.

Breathless : Law x cis!fem Reader, hella sweet and soft.

Another Year With You : Law x cis!fem Reader. Laws Birthday fic. Soft, slice of life, a little angsty.

Taste Of The Divine : Law x cis!fem Reader minific. 2/2, completed. nsfw/nsfw, heavy sexual content.

The Way You Look At Law : Law x GN reader. Small blurb.

(You Make Me Do) Too Much Labour : Law x cis!fem Reader. Some sexual themes present, mostly angst.

Here, With You : Law x cis!fem reader. Some sexual themes present. Winnings for @icy-spicy 💖

Worship Me : Doflamingo x cis!fem Reader. Mentions of sex, song fic.

Tangled Inside : Doflamingo x cis!fem Reader. nsfw/nsft

A Moments Peace : Doflamingo x cis!fem Reader. mentions of sex.

Die For Me (Live For Me) : Doflamingo x cis!fem Reader. Mentions of blood, beheading, heavy sexual content.

To Be Loved : Rosinante x cis!fem Reader. nsfw/nsft, heavy sexual content.

Con Corazon : Rosinante x afab!reader. Nsfw/nsft, heavy sexual content. Winnings for @laidenbreecatchall 💖

Added To The List : Sanji x cis!fem Reader. Fluff, slice of life, light sexual content.

Birthday Crumble : Sanji x cis!fem named Reader. nsfw/nsft, heavy sexual content. Birthday gift for @therion-woods

Tasting The Wonders : Sanji x oc! , Winnings for @leftsidebonfire ! Fluffy and soft.

Under You : Zoro x cis!fem Reader. nsfw/nsft.

Just A Taste : Zoro x cis!fem Reader. nsfw/nsft.

Almost Too Warm : Shachi x cis!fem Reader, nsfw/nsft.

Simplicity : Penguin x cis!fem Reader. soft, slice of life. Milestone Giveaway prize for @guilty-sugar

Vaccination Day (Penguins version) : G/N reader, silly mini scenario.

Surprise, Surprise : Kaku x cis!fem Reader. nsfw/nsft. Secret Santa gift for @wolfegoddess

In His Hands : Killer x g/n reader. Slight mentions of sexual themes.

The Danger Of Being Yours : Sir Crocodile x cis!fem reader. Sexual themes present.

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ;

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐞𝐜𝐭...

First Time : Marco x Reader hc ; nsfw/nsft

First Time : Shachi x Reader hc ; nsfw/nsft

Abt. Doffy : Doflamingo x Reader hc ; nsfw/nsft

Fishman Shachi/Penguin : Shachi x Penguin x Reader hc/minific ; nsfw/nsft

Shachi with a Shy Reader : some nsfw/nsft themes.

Heart Pirate Boys sharing their hats with you! : Law, Shachi and Penguin x G/N Reader : suitable for all ages.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 //

All of my One Piece commissions done by various artists, all in one place! ♡ Will be updated occasionally 💖

𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ;

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 //

Sweeter Taste : Saeyoung x Reader. a lil Valentines treat.

Purple & Green : Yoosung x OC (can be viewed as reader as well)! Super sweet and silly. [Ao3 only, guess I didn't post it here!]

For The First Time, In A Long Time : Jumin x OC (can be viewed as reader as well) Jumin deserves to have a break, goddamn it!

♡ Created 08/11/23 ♡

UPDATED 04/02/24

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

Closed! Even ended 7/31!

“It’s my birthday and I’ll write what I want to \o/”

But I like giving when I get, so feel free to make a request.

What you need give me:

A One Piece Character

Reader gender vibe (afab/amab/gender neutral/trans/cis)

Dom/sub preference (if applicable).

Kink and/or prompt.

-:- If you omit anything I’m going to make assumptions and roll with it. -:- Don't get over zealous with a single prompt! - you can submit more than one.

To be clear: Kink + Prompt = will write both. Kink only = will use whatever setup I want. Prompt only = may add a kink based on prompt. 2 Kinks + 2 Prompts = I’ll pick ONE kink to go with ONE Prompt, a writer's choice sort of deal

ANON REQUESTS WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED – If you are just that shy you need to message me BEFORE with the request so I can see you’re over 18+. Ageless blogs and Anons will not be accepted ♥

Prompts, kinks and character preferences below the cut!

Characters I like writing:

Ace, Bartolomeo, Benn Beckman, Buggy, Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Heat, Kaku, Killer, Koby, Kuzan, Marco, Mihawk, Penguin, Rob Lucci, Rosinante, Sabo, Sachi, Sanji, Shanks, Silvers Rayleigh, Sir Crocodile, Smoker, Thatch, Trafalgar Law, Wire, Zoro

Characters I won’t write:

Anyone canonically under 18 at the time of this event. I also feel like I write Luffy extremely poorly, so include at your own risk.

Unlisted characters who are over 18 are okay to request!

Kinks:

Merinthophilia

Praise Kink

Spanking

Orgasm Denial

Forced Orgasms

Caged/Imprisoned

Ice cubes/hot wax

Breeding

Nyotaimori

Size kink

Bondage/Shibari

Marking (biting, riding crop, etc.)

Sensory deprivation

Threesome

Bratty Reader

Dacryphilia

Degradation/humiliation

Glove Kink

Hypnosis

Tickling

Prompts:

“Beg for it.”

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“Sit on my face.”

“Louder.”

“Harder.”

“I don’t kink shame.”

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Stay still.”

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Someone’s gonna hear you.”

“Strip.”

“No panties?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

“Touch yourself.”

“No, you can’t use your hands.”

“Scream my name when you cum, and I’ll reward you.”

“Did you think being outside would save you?”

“Leave it on.”

“My, what a collection of toys you have.”

“Kiss me like you missed me.”

[gendervapor14]

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

9. How do you find new fic to read?

10. How do you decide what to write?

(if not answered already), and 37 & 38! Fanfic ask meme❤️

ooh hello!! thank you for these!! i did answer #38, but i'll answer #37 for sure!

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

ooooo as a music nerd i love this question and i apologize for how longwinded my answer is XD i don't do many songfics or much song-related writing [*shoves the title of two fights for freedom under the rug*] but i do have a ton of playlists and songs that make me think of specific characters or fics. to answer this question, i'll just pick one called "Fever Dream" by Dirt Poor Robins. specifically the part starting just after the 4:00 minute mark. the lyrics make me go INSANE with this idea for a dark/horror dq bros fic where doflamingo realizes that corazon is just a false identity and he can't do anything to get his brother back and it drives him even more insane. these lyrics make me crazy Now here comes the liar (lion) Clawing at your door Drunk on the blood of your brother And he's back for more (apparently the lyric is actually "lion" rather than "liar", but i hear "liar" so therefore i declare it is "liar" for the sake of my own brainrot) imagine a fic where rosinante is the one psychologically tormenting doflamingo!! unsure if i'll ever get around to writing it, but it'd probably have a similar vibe to blood gone sour.

9. How do you find new fic to read?

i usually do a nightly prowl under the one piece fandom on ao3 and either filter by most recent fics with rosinante or bell-mere. otherwise i read recs that are bumped on discord servers, or stories friends write! i'm actually terrible at reading tho i don't read nearly enough. when i have free time, i usually use it to create.

10. How do you decide what to write?

excellent question. i make a list of priorities. sometimes it's disorganized lists on my phone, sometimes i use calendars. first and foremost are things with due dates, so zine work, or gifts for exchanges, birthdays or holidays. next i prioritize stories that are works in progress, but already posted on ao3. i hate having incomplete works posted on ao3, so i strive to get them wrapped up asap. then it's a rabid thunderdome of all my other wips and ideas all wrestling for victory for who gets to be created XD i'm constantly bursting with ideas i never get to work on, unfortunately.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

i'm gonna go ahead and promote spitfire and ice because i busted my ass on this for the crackpair event and i was actually really happy with the result? i was assigned makino x kuzan, so i threw bell-mere in there too just to shake things up, and then i fell madly in love with bell-mere x makino and their flirty banter. it captured my heart in a way i was NOT expecting. i guess the tags aren't particularly interesting to most, so it's relatively unknown with only 4 kudos and 31 hits. but look at this!! “Hey, I’ve gotta ask you something.” She leaned over the counter once Makino settled herself and refilled the pitcher for the next round. “Would I still be wanted here…after hours?” With a tight smile, Makino rested her hands over the tabletop. “We’re closed for customers after hours. I need some time to tidy up the place.” “Right, right…” Pretty gray eyes wandered. “But in this situation, I wouldn’t be a customer.” With an amused chuckle, Makino folded her arms over her stomach. “What do you want me to say, Miss Bell-mère? Do you want me to welcome you to my private quarters upstairs?” That exposed chest filled with air. “I wouldn’t be against an invitation.” smh. well, at least i'm proud of it!

ahhh sorry i got so rambly XD i had fun answering these! thank you so much for the questions!! here's the list if anyone else has a question, or wants to reblog it for themselves!

[buggyandthebartoclub]

one piece birthday list for myself bc otherwise ill miss all these fuckers bdays and i want to do fun bday themed doodles :((( i never know till the day of/after- NO LONGER MY FRIENDS I did use this site to get the bdays but i know for a fact ill forget this fucker exists so im typing my own ver here below - fine to rb if you want it - wont have everyone just the ones i dont want to forget this doesnt mean there will be birthday posts for everyone listed but i think attempting to will give me something fun to focus on while i work on my art style, going to aim for hitting them all next year maybe lmfaoo there is a ton

JANUARY 1- Ace 3- Iceburg 8- Ivankov 10- Otohime, Kidd 22- Going Merry 28- Mansherry 29- Kinemon FEBRUARY 2- Killer, Vivi 6- Robin 8- Gonbe 15- Big Mom 18- Gambia 22- Oden MARCH 2- Sanji 3- mister 3 6- Salome 9- Shanks, Mihawk, Franky 14- Smoker 16- Tom 18 - Trebol 20- Sabo 25 - Thousand Sunny

APRIL 1- Usopp (ofc lol) 2- Jinbe, Zeff 3- Brook 4- Shirahoshi, Foxy 6- Whitebeard 7- Shachi 9- Ceasar, Mohmoo 21- Mucy (Moosy) 25- Penguin 30 - Viola MAY 1- Kaido 2- Garp 3- Arlong 5- Luffy 13- Koby, Rayleigh 15- Baby 5 24- Carrot JUNE 2- Chimney, Lucci 7- Perona 12 - Senior Pink 25- Pudding 27 - Riku 28 - Mocha JULY 3- Nami, King Neptune 8- Paulie 15- Rosinante 21- Kanjuro 24- Leo AUGUST 3- Inazuma 4- Rebecca 6- Sodom & Gomorrah 8- Buggy, Hatchan 15- Bentham 27 - Monet 28 - Hannyable 31- Cavendish SEPTEMBER 1- Bonnie 2- Hancock

5- crocodile 6- Moria 8- Kureha 13- Hoe (IT SAYS HIS NAME IS THAT DONT LOOK AT ME!) 22- Kyros OCTOBTER 5- Kokoro, Dragon, Marco 6- Barto, Law, Tashigi 7- Momonosuke 11- Inuarashi 13- Izou 22- Sugar 23- Doffy 28- Scarlet 31 - Sherrie NOVEMBER 1- Wanda

3- yamato 11 - Zoro 20- Bepo 22- Nekomamushi DECEMBER 3- Bell-mere 7- Ikkaku 24- Chopper 31- Gol D Roger

[lale-txt]

a trip to Sabaody Park w/ Rosinante & OC (+ family) ♡

a/n: the happiest birthday to Sunny, my beloved! @rosiinante wishing you nothing but softness and happiness. being your friend feels like bathing in sunshine, making my heart feel so, so warm. i hope you'll know every day just how loved you are. kissing you softly on the forehead and can't wait to give you the biggest hug in person one day. i love you lots!! <3

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“You’re here! You’re finally here! You made it!”

They can hear her long before the small silhouette on top of the hill grows bigger and bigger, running towards them at the speed of light, arms waving over her head. Sunny drops their luggage and by way of precaution hands Marisol over to her father before they spread their arms wide open, waiting for their friend to jump into them. Their laughter fills every corner of Sabaody as they see their friend stumbling almost, not slowing down a bit, picking up more speed with tiny cat ears and a tail fluttering in the wind.

Renge flies straight into Sunny’s arms, making the two fall over into the grass, both of them giggling and crying and holding each other’s faces, almost in disbelief that this was real, that they were really here in person and not just a voice on the other end of the transponder snail. Like two children they roll around, kissing each other’s cheeks, calling out their names over and over again to confirm that this was not a dream.

“I missed you so much!” – “I missed you even more!!”

Meanwhile another person slowly walks down the hill, waving to the group with a friendly smile. Rayleigh had his glasses pushed into his hair, one hand in his pocket as he came to greet their long-awaited guests. Renge lends Sunny a hand to help them get up again, fluffing up their white coat again and picking out tiny twigs from it, both still laughing. As they slowly catch their breaths again, Rosinante hands their daughter over to Law before he lights himself a cigarette and finally the group gets to say their warm welcomes; Renge and Sunny hugging longer than anyone else, no one wanting to let go first, so Rosinante just takes the bundle of them into his arms while shaking hands with Rayleigh over Renge’s shoulder and Rayleigh patting Sunny’s head in the middle of the sandwich. After what feels like an eternity they let go, wiping away some happy tears before the kids also greet their hosts. 

“Both of you have gotten so big! How old are you now, Law? Seventeen?”, Renge asks and pinches Law’s cheek (he rolls his eyes but lets her), before she squats down to an eye level with Marisol, stretching out a hand for her. “Last time I saw you, you were still a baby and this one–” She points behind her to Rayleigh, “carried you around nonstop. I didn’t even get a chance to properly hold you. You fell asleep so fast to his sea shanties while your parents were out for their anniversary.”

Marisol hides behind the legs of her older brother, looking back and forth between her parents (who gave her encouraging smiles and words of affirmation) and the unknown lady with cat features (that clearly sparked her interest). With one hand clenching around her plush polar bear, the little girl gathers all her courage and wraps her hand around two of Renge’s fingers, shaking them carefully and making the zoan cry on the spot from the softness of it.

Followed by more laughter the group makes their way towards the small house on top of the hill, Rosinante slipping at least three times but still manages to not drop the luggage and Sunny happily chatting about their journey, mentioning that they stopped by at Sengoku’s place earlier and how the old man found a new hobby in the art of cake dekor. Rayleigh opens the wooden garden door and lets the guests step in first, kissing Renge on the cheek as she passes by.

“All those flowers…”, Sunny raves, twirling around in their heart-patterned dress, their fluffy coat swinging softly with every movement. “And that flower bed over there…” They point to a spot where tulips in all colors are growing, surrounded by huge sunflowers that point towards them as if they were the sun. Renge smiles and squeezes the hand of her friend, no words were needed for them to know that this was a tribute to their everlasting friendship.

Rayleigh takes the bags and brings them upstairs into the guest rooms while the little family and Renge look at the photos decorating the hallway. Rosinante has an arm around Sunny, holding them tight as they lean onto him, both of them smiling peacefully as Law picks up Marisol to hold her up towards the framed pictures. 

“See? There’s mum and dad when they were young.” “Why is dad all patched up there?” Law looks over his shoulder to his dad who has a band-aid across his nose, it has rainbow colors and came fresh from Sunny’s purse. They both grin. “Because not much has changed ever since.” Sunny pulls their husband down by his collar and gives him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a faint lipstick mark where their lips touched his skin. They were as deeply in love as they were when they first confessed to each other, their bond growing only stronger ever since. Renge leans against the wall, watching the small family with a full heart. It felt so nice having them all here at her home. They were her home, no matter how far apart they lived. She points to another photo on the wall, showing her and Sunny at the beach, both holding up their ice cream, wind fluttering in their hair. “This was taken on the day your mom and I met! From the very first second we knew that we were soul sisters.” Sunny hugs their friend from behind and Renge leans into their touch, closing her eyes for a second. Marisol takes the chance and leans over from the safety of her brother’s arms to touch the cat ears, making them twitch under her tickly touch, Renge’s tail standing up in excitement. The little girl looks back and forth between the tail and Law’s hat, both having the same pattern, probably marking the moment she accepted the woman as her aunt.

While Renge and Rayleigh excuse themselves to the kitchen to prepare dinner, the family explores the guest rooms and the rest of the house, freshening up in the bathroom after their long journey and unpacking their belongings. Sunny admires the fresh flowers on the nightstand, a colorful bouquet with some of their favorites in it, the fresh lavender giving forth a calm scent. The kids run outside to play in the garden, exploring the tree house Rayleigh had built, with its little slide and swings hanging from a thick branch. Law is carefully showing his little sister around the place while he discovers the stack of books that Renge brought from the library for him, wanting him to feel welcome and at home in this place, too. Meanwhile the parents have a little dance in their room to the sound of the vinyl playing softly in the background, Rosinante lifting his tiny wife up with ease as he swirls them around, carefully so he doesn’t trip – he still does, but they fall over onto the bed, landing softly between many pillows where they giggle and cuddle for a few more minutes. Life felt like a dream sometimes whenever they held each other close, two tiny universes colliding. 

When they join Renge and Rayleigh in the kitchen, the couple is almost ready with dinner preparations. It smelled heavenly in there, several pots and pans cooking on the stove as Rayleigh hummed a little sea shanty while stirring, Renge setting the dinner table outside in the garden. She presses Sunny and Rosinante two full wine glasses in their hands.

“Ahh, but the kids…” – “We stay sober and watch the kids. You two enjoy your vacation! And the new mattress, maybe…” Renge waggles her eyebrows and clinks glasses with them, sipping ice tea out of a straw. She gestures to them to sit down and then carries large plates full of food outside, the table divided by an invisible line into bread enjoyers and bread deniers. Sunny munches happily the freshly baked loaf, homemade spread on top, while Rosinante and the kids are huddled over onigiri with various fillings. Rayleigh feeds Renge a handful of grapes while they lean back in their chairs, happily watching the little family enjoying their food and their presence. With the sun slowly setting, the garden is illuminated by many fairy lights hanging from the trees and small lanterns on the table and the floor, painting everyone at the table in a warm light. 

Law sits in his chair reading, dozing off every few minutes with his head resting against Sunny’s shoulder, while Marisol fell asleep a while ago, safe and sound in the arms of her dad who only caught fire once at one of the lanterns. The conversation is soft, warm words falling out of tired mouths, tongues heavy from dinner and overflowing love. They could fall asleep on the spot but the promise of a comfy bed makes them get up eventually. Renge kisses Sunny goodnight on the cheek and takes Marisol for a minute into her arms so Rosinante can carry Law to bed, just like he did when the boy was much smaller. Sunny and their husband change into their matching pajamas and brush their teeth together in the dimly lit bathroom, rubbing their tired eyes while Renge and Rayleigh coo over the little girl, gently brushing her hair and patting her back, carefully to not wake her up though. It takes all of their strength to hand them over to her parents again, wishing them a good night again before they close the door behind them.

Rosinante rubs Sunny’s shoulders before they turn off the lights, covering every inch of the back of their neck with kisses. Marisol sleeps peacefully in her own little bed, her polar bear plush wrapped in her arms. The parents seek each other's embrace in the dark, exchanging a few more soft kisses and confessions before they sink into a deep slumber, exhausted from the long day but with hearts and stomachs full, the moon watching over the small family.

Music and happy chatter is coming from the kitchen the next morning when Sunny and their husband walk downstairs, Marisol still sleepy in her mother’s arms. Law was already sitting at the big kitchen table, sharing a newspaper with Rayleigh over breakfast, just two old men enjoying their morning ritual together while Renge is busy preparing bento boxes for everyone, wearing the apron with leopard print Sunny got her for her birthday years ago. Sunny and Rosinante sit down and one second later big mugs of coffee are standing in front of them. 

“Just let me help you with the bento boxes, please.”, Sunny begs but gets pushed down softly by the shoulders into their chair again by Renge. “Shh. Let me pamper you all a bit. You’ll need all your energy today anyway for Sabaody Park.” She boops Marisol’s nose gently, making the child giggle and hide her face in the crook of her mother’s neck. “I bet this one wants to ride the carousel until we all get dizzy from watching alone.”

Rosinante stands in the doorframe leading to the garden outside, smoking his first cigarette of the day, his gaze full of love as he watches his little family. Law being comfortable around unfamiliar people, Sunny looking carefree and at peace, excited for the day and Marisol being the curious and adorable child that she was, sneaking into everyone’s hearts with ease. It was all he ever wished for, his perfect happy ending to a story that will live on for as long as the stars shine brightly from the night sky and the falling snow will bring nothing but calmness and a love bigger than any universe.

To Marisol’s absolute delight Renge shows her her beast form, licking the little girl across the whole face and enjoying some well deserved belly rubs from her while the rest clean up the kitchen and the breakfast table, Law preventing his parents smashing several plates with their clumsiness and Rosinante and Sunny exchanging soft kisses over the kitchen sink. Everyone gets dressed, excited chatter filling the house until the whole group gathers outside, making their way to Sabaody Park. Sunny swings hands with Renge while Rosinante has an arm around his wife’s shoulder and holds Marisol in the other; Law and Rayleigh walking in front of them, still deep in talk about some obscure old men topic probably, they seem to have lots of fun though.

Sunny lists all the sweets they want to try, ignoring the fact that they’ll probably get a tummy ache by the end of the day, Marisol’s eyes follow the bubbles rising towards the sky, mesmerized by this unique phenomenon of the archipelago. Rosinante kisses her chubby cheeks softly, patiently explaining to her how the bubbles work and that people use them as transportation on this island. Sunny can’t help but feel so warm whenever they saw how strong the bond between their daughter and their husband was, also feeling proud of Law for growing into this amazing human being and big brother. This little family was all they ever dreamt of. 

Sabaody Park was a lot. Bright lights everywhere, it smelled deliciously from every corner, small groups of people walking in every direction, children screaming in excitement about all the different attractions. Once they agree on a meeting point in case someone gets lost, the group flings themselves into the fun. Still full from breakfast they’re able to resist the temptations of every food stall, instead they check out the carousels first, spinning round and round on every possible seat – Marisol prefered the ones that looked like animals and wouldn’t stop giggling, Rosinante had troubles fitting his long legs anywhere but somehow he always made it. Law’s face was very neutral the whole ride but inside he was having the fun of his life, especially because Rayleigh explained to him how the carousel worked and the origin story of Sabaody Park. Sunny and Renge shared a wooden pony together, flowing up and down as the carousel spun round and round, their imagination carrying them to their next adventure.

The group gets soaked on the wildwater ride and gets lost in the mirror cabinets, a dozen Rosinantes slipping and falling on their asses at once until they make it outside again, not before everyone bumped nose first against a mirror at least twice. They buy the photos that get taken on the rollercoaster, the expressions varying from absolutely horrified to maximum fun. Rayleigh stays with his lover who needs to sit down for a minute after experiencing a looping for the first and last time in her life while the little family hops on the teacup ride, spinning round and round and waving at the couple every time they pass by.

Hours have passed since they got to Sabaody Park and they still haven’t tried every ride, but first it was time for a little snack break. They brought the bentos that Renge prepared for everyone but decided to buy some fancy and sugary drinks at the park so they wouldn’t have to carry them around on top.

“Why don’t we take the kids and grab some drinks…” Renge links arms with Law and Rayleigh lifts Marisol up on his shoulders. “...and you two take a ride on the ferris wheel? Just the two of you? We’ll meet you again at the tables over there.” She winks at Sunny and Rosinante who exchange a glance. After all, why not? They knew their children were in good hands and they didn’t get much time alone lately. Not that they mind, they loved nothing more but time spent as family together, but for the sake of the old days when it was just them…?

As they watch their kids leaving towards the food stalls, asking their aunt and uncle excited about all the drinks they want to try and knowing well that they’ll return with a sugar rush because they will be absolutely spoiled by their friends, Rosinante takes Sunny’s hand in his and gives it a slight squeeze.

“Shall we, my love?”

Sunny nods and smiles as they walk towards the big ferris wheel. Somehow it felt like they were love drunk teenagers again, standing giggling in line. Rosinante has his arm wrapped around Sunny’s shoulder, them leaning against him and enjoying the warmth he was radiating. He was their whole world, the love of their life. No one could compare to him, their best friend ever since they were kids, growing into lovers over time.

They get into their gondola, just the two of them and sit down opposite of each other, suddenly a bit shy. Where did all those butterflies come from just now? Rosinante pulls his hat down to hide his blushing cheeks while Sunny teases him, their cheeks flushed as well, both of them laughing loudly about the whole situation. It was as if they stepped into a time machine.

“Hey, Sunny… come here.” Rosinante adjusts his hat and opens his arms, wrapping them around Sunny when they take a seat in his lap, their back against his chest. He kisses the side of their neck, leaving lipstick marks everywhere, their pink hair tickling his nose softly as they sink deeper into his embrace, every muscle of their body relaxing. The ferris wheel is moving slowly, carrying them to the top. The view over whole Sabaody Archipelago was stunning, bubbles rising up from the ground everywhere, the huge trees holding everything together, older as times. The couple loved their little house at the shore with its beautiful sunsets, but a change of scenery every now and then was certainly lovely, too. They had a turbulent life and went through many obstacles together that life put in their way, but they never gave up, no matter how desperate times were. 

Just when their gondola was about to reach the highest spot, Sunny shifts around and faces their husband, straddling him as they reach for his lips. They have their arms wrapped around his neck, resting their forehead against his. That’s how he made them feel – on top of the world, flying towards the sun, except he was the sun. And they would always fly into his open arms, into the safety of them. There was no love greater than the one between the two of them, no bond stronger than the one they had. They were indestructible. Rosinante pulls them closer, a hand at the back of their neck, the other on their hips, whispered words falling into their open mouth between a hundred kisses.

“I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than anything. You’re my whole world. You’re my everything. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

[goingmorry]

first of all, CONGRATULATIONS ON 400!!!! omg im so excited for you because you deserve it, all your writings are so good <33333 ily!!!! u are a gem 2 the op writing community<33 omg may i request to be blessed by aphrodite w sanji, corazon, or zoro? once again congratulations omgggg🥰🥰

Tags: first kiss, it’s just fluff lmao

Word Count: 827

Author's Note: Hello, love!!! 💖💖💖 You are the sweetest angel! You know I feel the same way about your works. 🥰 I chose Corazon because you’re my heart and you’re the only person who requested him and this boy NEEDS! ALL! THE! LOVE! By the way, I definitely did not rush to get this piece out as soon as possible because his birthday was yesterday.

You inhale the irresistible scents of rose and myrtle. With the goddess of love and beauty by your side, your beloved can’t help but be overwhelmed with feelings of passion and intense desire. Romantic love is, indeed, a force to be reckoned with.

Donquixote Rosinante prides himself as a man dedicated to his craft. His extensive military career speaks for itself, having specialized in undercover missions, covertly infiltrating enemy bases by assuming the role of a natural-born actor. It’s safe to say that he’s rehearsed the same series of lies multiple times before.

But for once, his years of training in the art of deception prove to be useless, and his ability to maintain composure shatters. All coherent thoughts are thrown out the window.

“You’re not exactly subtle, you know?” your voice rings unusually loud in his ears despite the bustling street noise in the background.

Unsure of how to respond, he doesn’t refute your statement, slowly blinking at you behind long eyelashes as he takes a drag of his cigarette – the flames nearly consuming the entirety of the roll. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’s rendered speechless.

“I have this strange feeling that you’re trying your best not to kiss me,” you press on, your eyes flickering momentarily to his matte lips when he exhales a puff of smoke, “Am I wrong?”

He’s aware that he’s fighting a losing battle.

One that he’ll have to concede when he hears you utter your next words.

“Then,” a step forward from you, a longing look from him. The light in his cigarette snuffs out as it falls to the floor. There’s barely any space separating the two of you now.

Feathers fluttering in the cool breeze, the weight of his coat begins to feel heavy on his back. His warmth begins to mingle with yours, cocooning you in a protective embrace.

Rosinante’s overly conscious of the feel of your supple skin beneath his coarse fingertips – lost in the faint smell of perfume that reminds him of colorful wildflowers, blooming passionately in all directions, and blanketing meadows in brilliant hues of rainbow. He’s unaware of when it happens, but in the time you close the distance, his hands circle your lithe frame, and he’s holding your delicate body in his arms.

“What are you waiting for?”

As if turning off a switch, the incoherent mesh of strangers chattering about abruptly stops, replaced by clumsy hand movements and bizarre body language, their mouths opening and closing in muted silence. The repetitive shouts from street vendors advertising their goods and ushering in unsuspecting passersby to their stores completely dissipate into nothingness. Until, all that’s left is complete and utter–

Silence.

The kind of unnatural calmness that can only be triggered by his devil fruit powers.

He doesn’t do this to be considerate – far from it, in fact. His actions are motivated by selfish desire, to hear every shaky breath you take when he finally leans in to steal your lips, every gasp you release when he peppers your face in soft kisses – as light and tender as the cool breeze caressing your heated skin – every shudder that wracks your body when his touch lingers innocently over the smooth expanse of your neck.

So that your sole focus is on him.

Evidently, there’s a shift in the atmosphere: a kind of charged sensation that thrums your heart. You swear you can see the crackle of electricity in the surrounding air right before your bodies collide with each other. And then, before you get lost in his eyes – the color reminding you of fragile autumn leaves before they hit the ground – he takes the plunge, prompting you to follow suit.

When Rosinante touches you, it’s deliberately slow, from the way his hand trembles as he gently strokes your cheek, from the way he reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, from the way your hushed laughters end in soft smiles.

It’s the kind of unconditional love that he’s always wanted, buried deep underneath the rough exterior that he’s carefully constructed for himself since his oath to the Marines – to be a soldier that’s dedicated to his own sense of justice, to not be a slave to the Absolute Justice propaganda that’s being perpetuated by his superiors. From his early childhood memories, it’s the kind of soothing love that his parents had, in the way they nurtured him and his older brother, days that have long since passed, yet the images remain fresh on his mind.

The feeling is magical.

He almost stops himself from thinking so.

Because if he voices this thought out loud, he knows you’ll tease him endlessly for it.

Rosinante has an active imagination because he can almost hear the unmistakable teasing lilt of your tone as you address him by his Commander rank, and his smile deepens at the fond memories you’ve shared over the years.

But why focus on the past when he knows you’re his future?

“However many years we have left in this world,” his voice wavers from emotion, but his eyes remain steady as they hold your own.

“I want to spend them all with you by my side.”

Blessed By The Gods - 400 Followers Milestone Event

tagging: @miraclecherryblossomsblog @neferyuy @tsunderedoctor @chloe-nanami @0o0ychan0o0 @athenatakami @mariegeoise @silentmajesticfox

[nanamisflowerfield]

Scenario/Drabble Headcanon Requests 💮 Yandere 🩸 [old Version] - was written a long time ago and posted on wattpad

❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿

👒 Monkey D. Luffy

That‘s my food! [old version]

Tall enough? (AL x Teen!Reader) [old version]

I will protect you! [old version]

I will protect you! Part 2 [old version]

A wonderful day! (ASL x Reader) [old version]

⚔️ Roronoa Zoro

Stop teasing her! (shy!reader) [old version]

My gift for you! [old version]

🗺️ Nami

Oh, baby! It‘s money time! (male!Nami) [old version]

🔫 Usopp

🍸 Vinsmoke Sanji

🦌 Tony Tony Chopper

📚 Nico Robin

🤖 Franky

🎼 Brook

🫀 Trafalgar D. Water Law

You need to sleep [old version]

Interesting (sadistic!reader) [old version]

You are so cute! (child!Law) [old version]

Thanks, Zoro! [old version]

A sweet present (shy!reader) [old version]

Brown, Big and T-! [old version]

🔥 Portgas D. Ace

Idiots! [old version]

Tall enough? (AL x Teen!Reader) [old version]

I don‘t want to say it! (child!Ace x child!reader) [old version]

A wonderful day! (ASL x Reader) [old version]

✨ Marco

As sweet as my ice cream! [old version]

💥 Shanks

Bad Pick-Up Lines [old version]

🦖 X Drake

A heart for lizards! [old version]

🦅 Dracule Mihawk

My favorite man! [old version]

🚬 Smoker

Smokey, you hotty! (pirate!reader) [old version]

Possessive [old version]

Smokey, you hotty! (pirate!reader) part 2 [old version]

❣️ Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon)

Not like the others (child!reader) [old version]

Happy Birthday (child!reader) [old version]

Are you happy, kiddo? (child!Rosinante) [old version]

Miss You (marine!reader) [old version]

What happened? (shy&dumb!reader) [old version]

🎩 Sabo

Really? (drunk!Sabo) [old version]

A wonderful day! (ASL x Reader) [old version]

Getting attention…? [old version]

Series

Wait! (Ace x Marine!Reader)

Part 1 [old version]

Part 2 [old version]

Part 3 [old version]

Part 4 [old version]

[fanaticsnail]

Snail’s Fic Rec List

Masterlist Here

Hi everyone! I haven't done one of these before, but I thought I should! I love these fics, and find myself revisiting them often because I adore them. 

I add to them as I go

One-Shots:

Roronoa Zoro

Black Tea, With Honey by @bby-deerling.

Themes: mutual pining, a final push to engage, first kisses, soft Zoro

Did I Miss It? by @writingmysanity.

Themes: birthday, drinking, fluffy, soft Zoro

Not A Chance by @willowbelle.

Themes: NSFW, jealousy, flirting, possessive!Zoro x afab!reader. 

Guilded by @eelnoise.

Themes: NSFW, drinking, smug!Zoro x afab!reader

Blackleg Sanji

Parted Lips by @turtletaubwrites.

Themes: eating disorder, soft Sanji, understanding Sanji, sweet domesticity. 

Confidence by @gingernut1314.

Themes: NSFW, age gap (older reader), confident!afab!reader, small angst, alcohol use

Koby

Safehouse by @discordantwritings.

Themes: NSFW, subordinate!afab!reader x captain!Koby, unrequited love - requited love, one bed trope. 

Dracule Mihawk 

Fixing What Ifs by @sordidmusings.

Themes: old friends, friends to lovers, soft Mihawk, kissing, flashbacks. 

A Dark and Stormy Night by @thus-spoke-lo.

Themes: suggestive, flirty Mihawk, rain, gothic castle 

The Hat Stays On by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, desperate!Mihawk x afab!reader, pure smut 

Let Go and Grip Me Tighter by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, Mihawk’s strength, sub!afab!reader, Dom!Mihawk

Buggy

Switching up Roles: part 1 & part 2 by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, sub!Buggy x Dom!afab!reader, relief, comfort 

Donquixote Rosinante

The Things That Go Unheard by @indydonuts.

Themes: white day, Valentine's Day, mutual pining, date day

Masochism Tango by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: NSFW, afab!reader, the love of corazon, intensity.

More Than Enough by @standfucker

Themes: NSFW, soft-dom!Corazon x afab!reader, established relationship

Benn Beckman 

Two Days by @jintaka-hane.

Themes: existing relationship, longing, kissing, flashbacks, suggestive themes, pretty. 

Unspoken Affections by @icy-spicy.

Themes: idiots in love, refusing to label it, mutual pining. 

Together by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: dad!Beckman x mom!reader, they're parents to the Red-Hair crew, pure fluff, pining, longing. 

Distractions by @discordantwritings.

Themes: NSFW, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, afab!reader

Give (in) & Take (me) by @sordidmusings.

Multiples x reader:

Themes: NSFW, flirting, drinking, pining, longing, Dom!Beckman X brat!afab!reader 

Eustass Kid

Cherry Girl part 1, part 2, part 3 by @macbethsymphony

Themes: NSFW, drinking, flirting, longing, amazing descriptions, overstimulation, Dom!Kid X f!reader.

Rotation by @standfucker

Themes: NSFW afab!reader, Eustass Kid, Massacre Soldier Killer, Heat, Wire, drug use, acts of revenge, slaughter, brutality, flirtatious dialogue

Series: 

Songbird by @gingernut1314.

Themes: buggy x f!reader, enemies to lovers, strawhat!reader, singer!reader, NSFW.

The Heartless Giant by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: Sir Crocodile x gn!reader, prisoner!crocodile x royal!reader, villain!crocodile, storyteller au

The Luck Child by @gingernut1314.

Themes: Buggy x f!reader, storyteller au, fairytale au, buggy is lucky, fantasy themes.

We’ve All Got Needs by @turtletaubwrites.

Themes: Zoro x afab!reader x Sanji x Robin, NSFW, strawhat!afab!reader.

Pain Management by @thus-spoke-lo

Themes: doctor!Law x afab!reader, medical impairment, semi-malpractice, NSFW

Masterlist Recommendations

Bby-deerling 

WillowBelle

DiscordantWritings

EelNoise

Gingernut1314 

Thus-spoke-lo 

[sashi-ya]

Law's Birthday Week ~ Little Law & Cora & Reader ~ A Second Chance To Smile ~

A/N: I apologize for the crying in advance. I really wanted to write about Law's first birthday with Rosi and Reader. In case you don't remember this is the same family I created when writing for Cora's Birthday Week. In case you didn't read them a brief summary about them: Rosinante met Reader after he gave Law the Ope Ope no mi. As you can probably tell is a bend from the canon story (Rosi was able to survive and reunite with Law). Reader is a doctor who actually helped Rosi to recover. Both fell in love and now live together with little Law under their care. (And yes, it is a little bit of a self insert).

A/N2: Littmann is one of the most famous brands of stethoscopes. Parents usually gift us a stethoscope when we start health related careers. And it's such a big deal.

Wc: 1081

Please, enjoy this little story. Happy birthday, baby! #LawBirthdayWeek2021

Pretty grey eyes open, through the curtains the subtle sun rays filter into his room. The little white fluffy bear that always sleeps next to him is now on the floor. “Polar!” he whispers and stretches little arms to bring it back up. The boy hugs the bear and smiles. “Today’s my birthday” he thinks, but instantly sadness hits him.

It’s gonna be his first birthday with Cora and (Name). He is worried because they don’t really know about it. He also remembers his dad and mum, Lammy jumping on his bed when they opened the door with a big breakfast. “I miss you, mum… dad… sis…” he whispers, hugging his little bear once more.

The poor kid stands from bed and goes to his bathroom. Law, as a routine, checks each part of his skin for any new white spots. Luckily, the white marks haven't been there since his treatment. He brushes his teeth and tries to comb his hair. Of course there is no way that hair could stay in place, so he just puts his white fluffy hat over. “This will do” he says.

Law puts on his grey shorts and a yellow shirt Cora bought after insisting to him that kids should wear bright colors and gets out of the room. It is really early in the morning. “Cora and (Name) are still probably sleeping. I’m gonna see if I can find a frog in the garden” he thinks and silently goes downstairs.

There is no one in the kitchen. He jumps to open the fridge door and takes some juice. Law, despite being really young, is really independent so he pours some of the pineapple juice into his Sora cup. He looks for something to eat, but (Name) has left a plate of croissants over the table and suspiciously anything else. “EWWW” he grimaces at it and instead decides to get out.

Again, he grunts at the idea of having to jump to open the stupid door. As Cora is really tall, doors and stuff are all made for him to not struggle. Warm sun rays hit the little bean eyes…

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAW!!!”

Rosinante and (Name) shout from the garden. Everything was decorated with balloons, garlands, and a big table full of his favorite foods. But most important, them… the clumsy tall man and her, the woman that has been at his side during those endless nightmares’ nights. They were there, they knew, they prepared a surprise for him. They remembered, they… they gave Law something he thought he had lost in the fire of Flevance.

The little bean stays still. He is not able to move, his lips tremble and his eyes get a little watery. “How?...” he mumbles. Cora calls him to the table, (Name) takes his camera out. “What… how do you know?” he asks once again.

Cora runs up to Law and lifts him up. “Happy birthday, Law!!.” Rosi spins around in circles, Law holds his hat, so it doesn’t fall. (Name) takes pictures, she also videotapes the moment. Law slowly smiles, leaving aside the surprised face. The breakfast goes by with them laughing, eating, stuffing their faces with everything. Law for the first time in months, smiles. Smiles so much, his cheeks hurt…

“Time for the presents!” (Name) shouts. “Presents?” Law asks, convinced the surprise breakfast was enough. “Uhum, and there is more than one!” Cora says. The little birthday guy tries to hide his excitement but fails. For the very first time, Law is acting like a child.

“So, Law! your first present is something that you will have tonight!” Cora says. “Tonight? what is it?” he asks. “Well, of course a party with your friends! We invited Bepo, Shachi, Penguin, little baby Luffy and his brothers, Eustass, the girls, everyone” he says, leaving Law completely dumbfounded. He wasn’t expecting everybody else to know about his birthday. “It is a Sora themed party, you know?” (Name) whispers and winks at the little kid. “FOR REAL?!” Law shouts, standing from his chair. “Yes!” she answers and giggles. Law quickly hides under his hat, poor baby he feels extremely embarrassed about his own excitement.

“But there are two other surprises…” Cora tells him. “MORE?” Law asks. “Uhum, here… this one is the second one” (Name) says and hands him a rectangular package. “I’m sure you will really need this someday.”

Little hands unwrap the paper around the box. “Littmann” he reads. “LITTMANN?! IS THIS? IS THIS…!?” he shouts and jumps in place. “Yes, my darling. Yes it is!” (Name) tells him. Law takes a yellow stethoscope from the box and instantly wears it. “Cora, come here let me hear your lungs, your heart!!” He says all happy. “Fine!” Cora says allowing the little doctor to place the cold bell over his back.

When the emotion of his new instrument -one of the most important gifts a future doctor could ever receive… from his parents…- was gone, it was time for the third surprise. Frankly, Law was so thankful with them that he actually forgot the last one.

Cora asks little Law to please pay special attention to the last gift he is about to receive, so Law diligently sits and waits for it. (Name) and Rosinante sits in front of him with a paper bag in his hands. They take a little air and finally speak. “Law, this gift is something you could refuse, and we won’t get mad at it. Ok?” she says, nervous. “Exactly, Law” Cora whispers, legs bouncing under the table. Law starts sweating, he gets scared as hell. What is inside that bag?...

(Name) takes some papers and puts them over the table. She slides them at the little child. “Please, read them” she says, biting the inside of his mouth but still smiling. The kid takes them and reads them right away…

State of the North Blue Islands - World Government Department of Childhood, Office of Vital Records. Petition for: Adoption of Minor. Child: Trafalgar D. Water Law. Date of birth: 10 / 06 Parents: Commander Donquixote Rosinante & Dr. (Name)

Law’s tears won't stop flowing the very moment he reads those words. “That’s why you knew my birthday…” he whispers and wipes his eyes with his forearm. Law jumps from his seat and runs towards them. He hugs them so tight, so so tight and barely manages to mumble a “YES” before nuzzling himself into the warm embrace of a second chance in life.

“Happy birthday, baby…”

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Awkward [Donquixote Rosinante]

A/n: I missed putting this out on Cora’s birthday, but I did promise I’d finish it.

“I really didn’t mind; he was no problem at all.”

Rosinante sighed and offered her a generous smile. “Are you sure? It was last second – my brother can be a real monster sometimes – and I didn’t give you much of a chance to say no. Law can be … moody for a kid.”

“He certainly can be,” she admitted with a laugh. Heat spread to her face; his beautiful smile made her extremely nervous. Maybe because she liked him above the deepest level of friendship. “But to be fair I wasn’t aware he shared your dislike for bread. I wouldn’t have made him a sandwich for lunch had I known.”

Said man curled up his nose in disgust, inciting another laugh from her; he was too cute.

Hesitantly she brought up her hand and gently wrapped her fingers around his bare wrist. The warmth of his skin made her shiver with eagerness. “You and Law are always welcomed here; no need to justify your reasons to me. And also, I owe you for being so good to me. You helped me get settled when I first moved here, amongst a million other things.”

That was months ago. Her previous roommate moved in with his serious boyfriend and she was forced to find a cheaper apartment. The day she moved into the room above Rosinante he helped her bring up the boxes from the moving van. She learned extremely quick that he was prone to bouts of clumsiness and that Law – his foster son – who wanted to be a doctor when he grew up often chastised him on how careless he was. She never laughed so hard in her entire life.

Ever since her bond with them grew. She developed a hard crush on Rosinante, and to her relief, the crush wasn’t one sided. She heard from Law that he often spoke about her as if she was someone important to him. Not sure how certain the word of a ten-year-old was, she chose to be cautious about how she spoke to him.

Still, it warmed her heart.

His hand over her own brought her out of her head. “You say that, but honestly you’ve helped me out with Law more times than I can count. How lucky I am to have met you.”

Her face warmed up, but regardless she laughed. “Be still my poor heart. With a statement like that I might assume you like me.”

“And if I do?”

So, he too wanted to play. She grinned and moved closer, excited to test how far she could keep this up.

“We have a problem then,” she uttered.

Rosinante frowned. “Problem? What problem?”

“I already know, but I can’t kiss you because of how tall you are.”

He laughed and pulled her closer. “I know just how to fix this. The wall or my lap?”

“Both,” she uttered.

The tension between them was intense.

Too bad it went nowhere.

“It’s not good parenting to leave a child alone in a room full of dangerous and sharp instruments. I could have hurt myself while you were out here flirting with one another,” Law said with a huff.

She pulled away from Rosinante; face warm in embarrassment. How could she have forgotten about him? Bending down to his level, she gave him a gentle smile.

“Did you have fun? We can finish our game the next time you come to visit. Does that sound good?”

Law nodded. “And have rice for lunch?”

“If that’s what you want,” she said with a smile.

He pulled his hat down over his face. “It’s whatever.”

Lifting his backpack onto his shoulder, Law walked passed Rosinante and disappeared down the stairs. The two were left alone again.

“I should get back too,” Rosinante mentioned after a long minute. He carded his fingers through his blonde hair. “See ya around … and maybe I–– we can––

She laughed. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

“Law goes to bed around eight,” he mentioned.

Blowing him a kiss, she backed into her apartment and gently shut the door.

See you soon.

[lale-txt]

☾ marines masterlist

Garp

caught masturbating (nsfw; 2K3D event)

moaning out the wrong name during sex

Hina

sandwich chronicles (w/ Smoker; nsfw)

Momonga

fluff relationship headcanons

Rosinante

forehead

“because i’ve fallen for you, isn’t it obvious?” (milestone event)

christmas morning (Rosinante x OC; secret santa)

crushing on you

ringing in the new year together

falling for his barista (coffee shop au)

“i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts.“ (milestone event)

sparring with a s/o who is well-trained in martial arts (Library of Ohara event)

midnight tenderness (ns.fw)

Smoker

crushing on you

on the deck of a marine warship

picking you up from the airport (modern au)

relationship hcs with a little spice

sandwich chronicles (w/ Hina; nsfw)

reacting to a chaotic sleeptalking s/o

birthday sex drabbles (nsfw)

teasing & sending signals to the person he has a crush on

helping his s/o who is struggling with university (emergency request)

"i don't want to be alone tonight." (milestone event)

with an s/o that has a heavy heart (Library of Ohara event)

sparring with a s/o who is well-trained in martial arts (Library of Ohara event)

pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach (nsfw; milestone event)

with a s/o experiencing anxiety attacks

fastening a necklace (2K3D event)

what gets his heart pounding

truth be told (nsfw)

[sashi-ya]

{+18} - Law x Fem Best Friend ♥ CH.1

♥ Daily living with the Heart pirates crew AU  ♥ Spoilers after Dressrosa Arc. Law´s backstory.  ♥ Female reader. Little physical description. Everybody is 18+, canon ages.  ♥ TW: Nightmares related to PTSD. no further warnings. If you think I should include some feel free to tell me ♥ ♥English is not my first language, so If you happen to find some grammar or vocab mistakes, I’m sorry ♥´

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31053383

Word count: 4.1K

» List of parts: {CH1}  {CH2}  {CH3}  {CH4} {CH5} «

Chapter 1

- Polar Tang, somewhere underwater on the Grand Line. July 14th. -

“Ay ay captain, I need fresh air please, I’m dying!” Shouted Bepo asking our captain, and my best friend, Trafalgar D Water Law to please emerge from underwater. Bepo is a polar bear mink, and does not like hot environments, so he is usually hot whenever we pass a lot of time underwater in the submarine.

“Let’s emerge, guys” said Law, annoyed, but willing to make the polar bear feel better. Me, despite not being a polar bear, I’m always hot, so I praised the lord for the decision. 

“Aya aya, Thank you captain!!!” Bepo celebrated and grabbed me by the arm pulling me eagerly to the main door, because he knew how much I love to get fresh air, as much as he does. 

From the control room, Shachi and Penguin shouted, announcing that we can fully unlock the door. And so, we did. Outside there was a clear blue sky, the sun was shining, but apparently, we were close to some winter islands, so the temperature was lower than we were expecting. 

Fresh cold air hit my freckled cheeks and it felt wonderful. “Oi, Y/n-ya, don’t go outside without your coat. You are going to catch a cold”, said Law while placing a white coat over my shoulders. My best friend, despite the unfriendly appearance he normally shows, has the biggest heart and takes care of the one he loves.  

I’ve known him since we were 13 years old, while wandering on a certain island of the North Blue after losing my family.  A few weeks before knowing him, I found the Nagi no mi and became the user of it. So, when we introduced ourselves, we realized I was the new user of the devil fruit that had “Cora-san”, the person that saved Law’s life. Both of us were alone, and sad, so we held onto each other, striving to survive. I wanted to become a doctor like him, so we studied together. Now I’m his right hand whenever we have a surgery. 

“Aren’t you coming outside?” I asked Law, which was still inside, looking through the door with a listlessly gaze at the immense sea around us. He looked at me, sighed and said, “Tomorrow is 15th”.  He didn’t wait for my response and walked away. 

Our captain still misses “Corazón”, Rosinante, or “Cora-san”, as he usually calls him, and on July 15th was his birthday. He was killed by his brother, Donquixote Doflamingo, who was taken down and sent to prison by Law and the Mugiwaras, a few months ago.  I didn’t say a word, mainly because I knew how Law hates to show his feelings and even if I decide to say something, it wasn't going to help at all. The afternoon went by, and while the crew was having fun relaxing on the deck, Law didn’t show up. So, I proceeded to go see him, he usually loves to be alone, but this time I felt he needed some company.  

I headed straight to the kitchen, made his favorite tea and went to his room. “Oi, Doc, you’ve been there for a good 5 hours, I brought your fave tea. Can I come in?”, I asked, but didn’t receive any answer, so I knocked, and the door opened. “I’m sorry dumbass, it was unlocked, I brought some tea for… “I stopped when I saw Law on the floor, with red cheeks, sweated and unconscious holding something red on his hand. “Law, what the hell?” I said while placing my hand over his forehead. His skin was burning. He was running a strong fever that caused him to faint. I was worried because I didn’t know how much time had passed since he had fainted. In any case I needed to make the temperature go down, as quick as possible. 

“Law, Law, are you with me?” I asked him while grabbing him by the shoulders making soft movements. The captain vaguely opened his eyes and said “Y/n-ya… I’m ok, do… don’t worry”, “Of course you are not, your temperature is really high, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this?, come on you should take a bath right away”. He passed his arm around my neck and I grabbed him by his waist. Law is pretty tall, but I am stronger than I seemed, so I made him stand up and took him to the bathroom. 

I turned on the shower and helped Law to undress. Taking off first his sweated white shirt and then unbuttoning his jeans. I left him only with his boxers on, that made me giggle a little ‘because they had a heart pattern all over. 

The laughing was over because he became pretty weak so in order to avoid him falling, I had to grab him real tight, making myself enter to the open douche. We remained for a few seconds looking at each other under the running water, until he slipped a sloppy laugh at how I was becoming wet. “Dumbass don’t laugh” I apprehended him. I remained there for a few minutes letting the slightly cold water bathe his whole body, waiting for the temperature to drop.  I realized I’ve never been that close to him, we usually had zero physical contact, and as weird as it might sound this was the first time, I saw that he has more tattoos than I thought. 

“Sexy motherfucker look what you’ve been hiding”, I thought, but quickly I uprooted those thoughts off my head. “Come on, Y/n, he is like your brother….”. 

I turned off the water, extended my arm out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Wrapped him with it and as I was doing so, I noticed that Law was looking at my chest, still weak but now able to stand up without my help. 

“Take off your wet boxers, I’m not watching” I said, turning my back to him. To which he responded, “I don’t care if you look, you are like my doctor”. 

“Oh, come on, tell me when you are ready”, I said, a little embarrassed.

A few seconds later he told me he was ready and I turned back at him again, realizing that now the towel was hanging from his hip bones, leaving his whole tattooed torso naked, his hair was pretty straight from being wet and his cheeks now don’t show as much blush as before. I admired the image of the handsome man I got before my eyes for less than two seconds and told him to go to bed.  I helped him to get into bed carefully not to untie the white towel, because he was still a little weak. 

“Wait here, I’m going to the infirmary to get you some antipyretics, ok?” I ordered pointing at him. 

I was about to walk out the bedroom when I heard him say “Oi, dumbass, are going out looking like that?, Put on one of my shirts” and I realized that my underwear was showing through the transparency of my wet clothes. I widened my eyes, and my cheeks turned to fire. Without saying anything I opened the drawers grabbing a shirt and some shorts he had there. I ran to the bathroom where I got changed and left the bedroom without even looking at him. 

I walked through the hallway feeling my heartbeat faster, trying to dismiss the embarrassment I was feeling, until I got to the infirmary.

While searching for the medication I asked myself why this whole situation was making me lose my cool so easily, but no answer came out of it.

I then went to the kitchen to grab some water for Law to take the antipyretics and came back to my captain's room. 

I gave him the pills and water and waited for him to take them.

"Let me check on your temperature" I said, and he raised his arm for me to put the thermometer under his armpit. "I don't want to feel sick; I hate those pills you gave me", complaining and acting almost as if he was a little boy. I remember when we were younger. He rarely got sick after he cured himself from the amber lead disease, but whenever he felt bad, he acted as he was a kid. I always thought that was really cute and today it wasn't the exception. I teased him a little bit for being a capricious little child and he smiled, gave him shorts, because his temperature was getting lower.  I asked him if he was hungry and he assented. 

 The whole crew was still having fun on the deck, so I went back to the kitchen and made Law some soup. 

I brought the meal to the room that he devoured, despite feeling sick. We chatted a little bit until he fell asleep. "How angelic you seem sleeping and acting as a child, Law…" I whispered while contemplating his face that was slightly illuminated by the moonshine that enters from one of the little windows. 

Suddenly, something on the floor caught my eyes. It was some sort of red cloth. Picking it up I realized it was Law’s most precious treasure, Cora-san’s hat, that he was holding when I found him on the floor. I put the hat next to his face and caressed his cheek softly, "Sleep tight, Law, Corasan and I will take care of you tonight”. 

A few hours passed and the bustle of the crew slowly turned to silence as they went to bed. 

Sitting on bed next to him I must have fallen asleep until I was woken up by some grunts. Law was still asleep, but he seemed uncomfortable, he was again starting to sweat, and a few tears were running through his cheeks. I placed my hand over his forehead and his skin was burning once more, not only was he having one of those nightmares he always has, but also his fever was getting serious again. 

I went to the bathroom, got some towels wet and put them over his face and under his armpits. 

I held his hand and softly said “everything is going to be ok, Law”. You see, when someone has nightmares related to PTSD it's better not to wake them up instantly. With Law it has always been better if I slowly do it, making sure I am there for him.  He woke up, looking at me embarrassed but relieved I was there to tell him it was just a bad nightmare. 

The night went by, with me frequently changing the wet towels for more cold ones and the fever slowly stopped. My best friend went back to sleep until the next morning. 

The sunrise was invading timidly the room and the clock strikes 7 am. Time for Law to take the medicine again, I said and stand up from bed. 

I headed to the kitchen to prepare some tea and bring a glass of water to my patient.  

When I got there, I saw Penguin and Bepo looting the fridge. "Excuse me? What are you both doing?" I shouted, scaring the hell out of both of my nakamas. "Aya aya Y/n, you are gonna kill us!!". But after looking at me both of them changed their facial expression from scared to confused.  "Y/n, are you wearing the Captain's clothes? “asked Penguin, scanning my whole image from head to toe. "They suit you, really". “Whatever you are trying to suggest, stop it right there, you little shit” I said frowning and continued, “Law is sick as hell, he had a fever all night long, I’m taking care of him. He is still sleeping, don't run to him, especially you, Bepo.” I sentenced the Bear that was about to run through the hallway to hug his captain. 

“Law, oi Law, wake up, you have to take your meds”, I whisper to wake him up. Slowly he opened his eyes, letting myself admire the bold grey irises that were looking at me. He gave me a weak smile and sited on the bed, grabbed the glass of water and chugged it with the pill.  “How are you doing? feeling better?”, I asked. “uhm, I am”. “Go back to sleep, then, you should rest”, I suggested - ordered - him. He nodded getting under the sheets again, covering his face with them. A little laugh slipped out of my mouth until he said “Y/n.. can you… stay here with me? If you don’t want to, it's ok.”. How cute he acts when he wants some care… “Of course, I’m staying here, I’ve been here the whole night, what makes you think I’m leaving you now?”. A silence invaded the room, until he broke it with “Thank you, do you mind getting in bed with me?”. We have slept in the same bed before when we were younger so at first it didn't surprise me, but then, something hit my insides. I didn't know why but It made me nervous. Nevertheless, I acted cool and agreed, "Ok, make some space". 

Law moved and I got under the sheets. My body didn't know how to react, so I stayed laying down facing him until he buried his face onto my chest hugging me by my waist, really tight. I put one hand over his hair and place my other hand on his back caressing it softly up and down. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was crying as my t-shirt began to have wet spots where his face was. He then placed his ear onto my chest, as he was trying to feel the beating of my heart and said, "I needed to hear your heartbeat, I don't want to ever stop hearing it". There weren't words to be said, I knew what he meant, so I simply gave him a kiss on his head and hugged him even harder.  

We both passed out at some point until a well-known voice woke me up saying "Daaaaaamn the captain and vice-captain are sleeping together!!!" Shachi was shouting and I realized I had the whole crew watching us from the door. The image they saw Included Law half naked, myself with my shirt up letting my back and stomach out, Law's hand over my waist and his head over my breasts, my leg over Law's legs. The perfect image to imagine every sexual situation. 

"It is not what you all are thinking! Law is sick, shut up!" I told everybody as I stranded up from bed arranging my clothes. The whole crew was laughing and making a fuss of it. “Hey, get out, Law didn’t get so much sleep last night, shut the hell up!” ... As I finished my sentence, I regretted it instantly and everybody started to laugh. Suddenly everyone shut up. I saw their faces turned to happy to fully serious followed by the voice of my captain saying “Oi, all of you, prepare to submerge. Bepo, resume the course to our destination, tomorrow we have to arrive at the next island, I don’t know why you all are wasting time. And, remember this is the last time you disrespect your Vice Captain. Is that clear?”, “Yes, Captain. We are sorry. Excuse us Y/n”, said everybody in unison, and rushed to their positions. 

I grabbed my face with both of my hands, I wanted to hide for a week. Law approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder saying, “don’t worry, they ‘ve always been like this, it’s ok”. I sighed hard and turned my face to him. He looked better than yesterday but still needed to rest. “Are you feeling better?” I asked him, and he nodded. 

I told him to go get some more rest, that I was going to have a bath and get some rest too, and then come back to check on him, and left to my room. 

Only Law and I have private rooms, so I was going to be safe from the looks of our nakamas as long as I didn't leave. 

I open the faucet and let the water fill my bathtub. Undressed and left Law’s clothes aside for me to clean them after and return them to him. I realized I had left my wet clothes and underwear on Law’s bathroom, but I didn’t stress much about it, he wouldn't see them, because I left them in the laundry bin. I relaxed for a few minutes in the hot water until the image of Law’s body covered in tattoos, hit my thoughts. 

Suddenly I discovered myself enjoying the fond memories of his anatomy. He had become such a grown-up man throughout all of these years, and I didn’t realize about it until last night. I wonder if he thinks the same way about me…? My mind sailed through the memoirs of yesterday, seeing his body covered in sweat, having him close under the shower, the feeling of his skin on my hands, his face over my breasts, him holding me from my waist, being in the same bed… every memory was making my body react and… I shook those thoughts out of my head. What the hell am I thinking? Law is my best friend; he is like family. Stop Y/n, stop right there. 

After eating something I headed to Law’s bedroom and stood up in front of the closed door. I’ve never felt the need to rehearse what I was going to say to him, but this time, I did. I felt the need. To my surprise I heard from behind the door as If someone was breathing with trouble, little moans perhaps. So, I instantly thought that my best friend was again running a fever, perhaps having trouble breathing. I opened the door without even knocking, worried and expecting to found Law suffering. I tripped and fell on my knees and what I saw next, was something far from distress or sickness… 

 There he was, sitting on his bed, fully naked, holding my bra with his left hand, breathing heavily, arching his back and neck with his head thrown back. His right hand stroking his hard member up and down, violently. 

I was still on my knees when he concluded someone had entered his room, and as fast as he could said “Room… Takt” and closed the door behind me with the simple movement of two fingers. “La… law… what… I mean, I’m sorry, I’m…” I barely mumbled still with my mouth open, unable to move, mortified for interrupting such a private practice. But at the same time unable to understand why the hell he had my bra on his hand while touching himself. 

He looked at me, still naked, meeting our eyes, both without even moving. Until he expressed a little smile and stood up. Me still on my knees, I contemplated him and his glorious body reaching to where I was. He stopped in front of me, grabbed my chin up in between two fingers. “Wha.. what are you doing, Law?” I asked, even though I didn’t take my eyes off him. “Shh…” he said rubbing his thumb over my lips and softly opening my mouth…

“Puru puru puru puru” the Den Den mushi next to my bed woke me up from my dream exalted. “Oh… It was just a dream…” I said and picked up the snail transponder. “Y/n, dinner is ready, you haven’t eaten anything all day, come to the dining area!”, I heard my nakamas shout through the speaker. 

I washed my face and looked into the mirror. My cheeks were red, my head was spinning, I was agitated, sweaty. I replayed the dream over and over, it felt so real… so… enticing. 

When I got to the kitchen my nakamas were already drinking beer and shouting as always, Law was seated on his usual spot, and Bepo was passing plates. “Oi Vice Captain! have a drink!!” some of them shouted, while Bepo handed me a big bowl of my favorite meal, read bean soup.  Shachi, who was seated next to me, bumped me with his elbow and said, “Oi, the dinner was chosen by the Captain specially ‘because he said it was your fave, fufufu…  are you both sleeping together again tonight”? I turned my face to him with the most psychotic expression I’ve ever had… “I’m sorry”, he said and directed his gaze to his plate. 

I looked at Law who smirked a little and kept eating without any talking. I gave him a little side smile and did the same. He had a better semblance than the night before, so I think his fever hasn't come back since last night. 

We finished eating and discussed the plan for tomorrow. We were supposed to arrive at a new island in the morning, not for anything special but for us to buy food and supplies needed. Usually, the whole crew divides the work, so some of them buy food, the others stuff for the submarine, and normally Law and I take care of buying medical supplies. 

Through all the conversation I was trying to avoid looking at Law as much as I could. Whenever our gaze locked, I remembered the dream over and over… I felt guilty, stupid. My cheeks burned every time I replayed it on my head. 

After having the plan settled, I waved goodnight to everybody, and left the kitchen. I was almost running through the corridor to get to my room as if I was trying to hide when I remembered that my underwear and clothes were still in Law's bathroom. 

“Ok, he is not here, this is my chance, I just have to recuperate them and run to my room”, I said while entering my best friend's bedroom.

I was scrutinizing the laundry bin in the bathroom, when I heard the door of the bedroom close. I stood still. "Damn, what should I do?" … so, I decided to use my devil fruit powers in order to avoid making any sound until I was able to figure out what I was going to do. I mean, I couldn't just get out of the bathroom like nothing happened, what would Law think? 

As the bathroom door was not fully closed, I was able to peek through it and observe what Law was doing. 

The captain took off his hat first, and then his shirt. He jumped on the bed and grabbed a book.

I was hoping for him to read some more and fell asleep, so in that moment I could get out from my now hiding spot. 

Twenty minutes passed and he was still reading. Meanwhile I admired every movement he did. From brushing his hair back, to how he licked his finger to turn the pages. My core felt fancy, I couldn’t escape from watching, deep down I wished for him to even untied his pants. I wanted to see more…  

Finally, he put the book down and turned off the lamp.  

"YES! FINALLY!" I said getting excited for my big escape but suddenly he said, "I know you are in the bathroom; I don't need to hear you to sense you, you know?". 

I froze, closed my eyes and remembered how strong his Observation haki got during the last months. I didn't say anything simply because I didn't know what to say. 

" Room… Shambles!", and without any warning I was teletransported to his bed. My ass hit the mattress hard making myself lose stability falling with my whole face over his lower abs. 

The scent of his skin invaded my nose for less than a few seconds, because I regained my posture as quickly as possible. "Law, how many times I have to tell you not to use shambles with me without any warning?!!" I scolded him. "Excuse me? You've been hiding in MY bathroom for almost half an hour and I'm the one who gets shouted at?" He said, frowning and staring into my eyes. “I was trying to recover my clothes, I wasn’t trying to hide…”, I confess, to which he responded this time laughing, “Don’t lie, I’m sure you are into voyeurism”. Widening my eyes, still seated on his bed, covering my mouth, my cheeks blushing, my heart beating faster, I was embarrassed, because deep down, after all it was what I was doing. I was enjoying the view from the bathroom, I wanted to see more, I wished I could witness an image as my dream…

“I’m kidding…”, he said ruffling my hair and smiling. God, I love his smile… I wasn’t still saying anything back when he came close to my face, and whispered into my ears, “unless… you like it…”

Chapter 2