#corazon x reader

[hana-san]

Hes a sweet person

[candycandy00]

As Heaven is Wide - A Doflamingo x Reader x Corazon Fanfic Part 4 (Final)

In a world where Doflamingo and Rosinante were raised by Celestial Dragons after their parents died in an accident, they grow up to be notorious world nobles in their own right. And then they buy you at the Human Auction. Now trapped between two very different brothers, you’re shared like a toy. Maybe they’re not so different after all.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

This chapter is very intense! Please read the warnings!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Heavy Dubcon! Dead Dove Do Not Eat! Master/Slave Dynamics. Violence. Manipulation. Squirting. Size Difference. Humiliation. Bondage. Forced Piercings. Blood. Captivity. Drug/Aphrodisiac Use. Pain. Reader is described as little but only by ten foot tall men. This is a brutal, dark fanfic! You’ve been warned!

Any comments/feedback is greatly appreciated! Title comes from a song by Garbage (which really fits the mood of this fic I recommend it!). Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @benkeibear!

You’re sitting in one of the unused bedrooms in the Donquixote manor, your hands cuffed behind your back. It’s been nearly an hour since you were brought here by two guards who refused to tell you where Rosi is. 

There’s a window to your right, the curtains drawn back to reveal the darkness of night.  This was supposed to be a very different evening. You and Rosi should have already landed on a small nearby island and bought a bigger ship by now. You should be holding hands while buying supplies and planning your new lives together, even if you felt strangely guilty about leaving Doffy behind. 

A guard opens the door and roughly pulls you out of the room. You don’t bother asking any questions, you’ve already learned that these men have nothing to say to you. 

He leads you down the familiar hallway and to the door of Doflamingo’s bedroom. You were expecting a dungeon, but you’re not entirely surprised. 

Doffy will surely kill you now. You just hope it’s quick. You worry about Rosi though, about whether he’ll be killed as well or just imprisoned here for the rest of his life, doomed to be tormented by his brother.

The door opens and you’re shoved inside, nearly falling before regaining your balance. Funny how much you’re thrown off by having your arms behind your back. 

Doflamingo is standing in the middle of the room, at the foot of his massive bed. His feathered coat and red suit jacket are gone, leaving red pants and a black dress shirt unbuttoned. In the chair nearby, Rosi is sitting, not restrained but looking pale and slightly dazed. His eyes meet yours, and he stands up. 

“Are you alright?!” he asks, rushing over to you. 

“I’m fine. What about you?”

He leans in close and says in a hurried whisper, “I’m so sorry! He forced me to take the drug again! He’s got something terrible planned!” 

“Rosi, sit down,” Doflamingo says, and Rosi hesitantly obeys. Then the older brother approaches you. “Do you have any idea how angry you’ve made me?”

You shake your head. “We just wanted to be free,” you say, trying to edge back away from him. 

He grabs your arm near the shoulder and pulls you closer to him. “You belong to me. Both of you do,” he says then drags you over to the bed. He positions himself in a sitting position, his back against the headboard, and pulls you into his lap, your back against his chest. 

With his bare hands, he rips your dress open, all the way down the front, leaving you completely exposed. You cry out at the sudden motion. 

“Stop it, Doffy!” Rosi yells. “You don’t realize what you’re doing! She didn’t even want to leave. I had to talk her into it!”

Doffy’s hands are groping your breasts harshly. “And why should that matter to me?”

Rosi looks from you to his brother. “Because she has feelings for you. I noticed, and it scared me, so I rushed the escape plan. She actually cares about you! About both of us! She might be the only human in the world who does!”

Doffy pauses and moves one hand to your chin, turning your face so that he can see your eyes. “Is that true? Do you have feelings for me?”

You wish you could see his eyes, to get some kind of read on what he’s thinking. Instead you only see your terrified face reflected back from his sunglasses. After a moment, you nod. “I do.”

Even you don’t understand why. The heart is a mysterious thing you suppose. 

Doffy grins in that terrible way that spells imminent danger. “I’m touched,” he says in a clearly sarcastic tone. “So touched that I’ve decided to show mercy.”

You stare back at him in disbelief. He’s not going to kill you? 

He must notice the confusion in your eyes, because he laughs and adds, “I still have to punish you though.”

With that, he reaches one long arm over to the nightstand and retrieves a little wooden box. He sits it on the bed beside you and opens it to reveal a set of what appears to be small golden hoop earrings. Oddly, there are three instead of two, and each of them has a very sharp, pointed end. 

Is he… going to pierce your ears? For what purpose? 

“I’m feeling so merciful tonight that I’m giving you gifts,” he says, grinning widely. “Even lowly human women like jewelry, right?”

You glance over at Rosinante, who looks just as confused as you are, but it might be because the drug is taking effect. His eyes are glazed over, his face reddening. 

Suddenly Doffy’s left hand moves around you to your right breast, giving it a squeeze before his fingers hold your nipple in a firm grip. He’s behind you, but he’s so tall he can easily loom over you and see what he’s doing as he pulls one of the small golden rings from the box. 

“Don’t worry, I already had these sanitized. We don’t want our cute toy to get an infection.”

You realize with horror what he intends to do, and instinctively try to squirm out of his grasp. With your hands cuffed behind you and his arms around your body, that’s an impossible task.

His right hand edges closer to you, the sharp point gleaming. You whimper, only getting the chance to say, “W-wait!” before you feel the cold metal pierce through your tender nipple. 

You scream, your body jerking in agony as Rosi jumps up from his chair and rushes over. 

“Doffy what the fuck?!” he yells, panicking as he tries to decide what to do to help you, seeming afraid to actually touch you. “You said you’d show mercy!”

Doflamingo still has one arm snaked around you, holding you in place. “This is mercy,” he tells Rosinante. His hand slides up to your throat and rests there. “It would be so easy to snap her neck. It would take no effort at all for me to rip her arms right off her body. I’ve killed countless slaves just for mildly annoying me. And she betrayed me. Her brains should be caked on the bottom of my shoes right now.”

Tears have already filled your eyes. You look down and see the ring, the tiny trickle of blood dripping from it, and nearly faint. You look back at Doflamingo. “I’m sorry,” you say, desperate to make all this stop. “I’m sorry we left…”

His face turns toward yours. “I know you are,” he says in a fake soothing voice. “That’s why I decided to give you a less permanent punishment.”

What he’s saying makes sense, in some terrible way. You expected to die for trying to escape, and your own guilt for leaving him behind is eating at your frazzled mind. You watched him crush a slave’s skull for dropping his coat. The fact that he’s not killing you for your crimes is an absolute shock. 

You collapse back against his chest. “Just do it,” you say weakly. 

Rosi looks horrified. “No! This is insane! If anyone deserves to be punished, it’s me!”

Doffy laughs then, loud and clear, the sound filling the room like a cloud. You feel it rumbling in his chest at your back. “Rosi, this is your punishment!”

With that, he quickly grips your left nipple while grabbing a second ring, then plunges the sharp end through your flesh before anyone else can react. 

You scream again, your body going rigid in Doffy’s lap for a moment before falling limp. The pain is blinding, burning, and you’re completely helpless against it. Your mind feels foggy, your vision hazy. You turn your head to look up at him, your face streaked with tears, your hair messy. “I’m sorry, Doffy… I promise I’ll never leave you alone again…”

What are you even saying? You barely understand the words yourself. You should hate him more than ever, but your heart is breaking and you don’t even know why. 

Doffy doesn’t reply, but instead looks at Rosi and holds out the box. “I saved one for you.”

Rosi’s eyes are wet and wide. “What? Where would I even…” His voice trails off as a look of pure horror spreads over his face. “No… you’ve gone mad, Doffy!”

You hear what they’re saying but your mind is so broken at the moment that you don’t comprehend what’s happening. Doffy pulls your legs apart, then slips one hand down to peel back the folds of your pussy. “Right here. Go ahead and put it in.”

That’s when you realize where the third ring is going. You snap to sudden awareness, trying vainly to get away, but just as before, Doffy has you in a vice grip. 

Rosi drops the box onto the bed. “I’m not doing this. She’s too sensitive there… it’s too cruel! You’ve done some sick things in the past but this is fucked up even for you!”

One of Doffy’s fingers lightly strokes your clit, making you shudder. “Rosi,” he says in that frighteningly calm tone he uses when angry, “if you don’t do it, I’ll rip out all her pretty little organs and decorate your room with them.”

You look up at Rosinante, trying to focus on his face. “It’s okay, Rosi. Just do it. Just finish this, please.”

Rosi stares at you, then at his brother. “I’ll never forgive you for this, Doffy,” he says before taking the final golden ring from the box. He sits on the bed, turning toward you, then very carefully holds your clit between his thumb and finger. “I’m sorry,” he says to you. 

“I know,” you tell him, fresh tears in your eyes. 

With Doffy watching, grin on his face, Rosi brings the point close. His eyes flick from the ring to your face, then back again. He takes a deep breath, then pushes the sharp edge into your tiny clit. 

Either because he was so hesitant, or because he’s trying to be careful, he’s much slower than Doffy was, ironically making the pain a thousand times worse. 

You scream louder than ever before, unable to bear the agony coursing through you, your legs kicking out wildly until Doffy holds them down. Rosi hurries to fasten the ring, then looks at his own handiwork. 

He’s panting, his eyes wild. You hear Doffy say, “Looks like the drug is really hitting you now!” before you black out. 

You don’t know how long you’re out, but when you wake up, you’re still in Doflamingo’s lap, in his bed, your arms still bound behind you. The first thing you feel is pain. The piercings are sore now, not at all helped by Doffy’s fingers playing with your tits. 

As you become more awake and aware, you feel another sensation. You look down to find Rosi gently licking your freshly pierced clit. Your body shivers, wracked by a powerful combination of pleasure and pain. 

When Rosi looks up, his eyes are completely dazed from the drug, his tongue softly prodding at the ring as his fingers slide in and out of your drenched pussy. 

His drug addled brain probably thinks he’s soothing you, but this much stimulation is quickly overwhelming your senses. You’re going to cum soon, and your body is twitching as evidence. But before you can climax, Doffy’s hand moves to your face and turns it toward him. 

Oh. His sunglasses are gone. A pair of deep red eyes are staring at you as Doffy’s mouth closes over yours, kissing you passionately. He never kisses slaves, but his tongue is in your mouth, exploring, tasting, as the fingers teasing your nipple rings become gentle. 

Rosi is still devouring your pussy, his tongue slipping through the gold hoop and very lightly pulling on it, making both pain and pleasure shoot through you. Your whole body is shaking, the two brothers easily pushing you over the edge. You moan into Doffy’s mouth as you cum, squirting all over Rosi’s face as he laps it up. 

After it’s over, the brothers uncuff you. Rosi takes off his own shirt and covers you with it, then picks you up. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Doffy asks, straightening his clothes. 

“To my room,” Rosi says, as if it’s obvious. 

Doffy puts his sunglasses back on. “No. You haven’t been punished nearly enough for the shit you tried to pull. Both of you will be confined to the holding cell until I decide to let you out.”

Rosi frowns. “You can’t do that to me, I’m-“

“You’re my brother, and you’re on thin ice,” Doffy says darkly. “But don’t worry, the two of you will enjoy yourselves. All your food and water will be spiked with the drug. Fuck each other until your brains are mush.”

Rosi starts to say something, but four guards appear at the door, waiting to escort you both. He glares at them. “None of you fucking touch her,” he says. The guards look uneasy, probably because they’re caught between obeying two different Celestial Dragons. They eventually nod, allowing Rosi to carry you down the hall. They lead the two of you down a set of stairs and down another hallway, in what appears to be an underground dungeon. 

You can see several “cells”, all with bars across the front. Each room has a small shower, sink, and toilet. You feel your gut twist when you realize anyone who walks through this area will see everything you do. Maybe you can get Rosi to stand in front of you to block their view. 

Though… if you’re both taking the drug, neither of you will probably care who sees. 

Each cell also has a small, fold away bed and a single wooden chair. It certainly doesn’t look comfortable for two people to stay in. 

You wonder what these cells are for. Misbehaving slaves? That’s the only answer that makes sense. 

Rosi walks into one of them and sits you on the bed. A guard walks in with a folded bundle of linens, including a clean dress for you, then walks back out and locks the gate-like door behind him. 

Once the guards have left, and the whole area is empty aside from the two of you, Rosi helps you pull the dress on before you fall asleep on the bed. You’re too exhausted to be worried. 

The next several days pass by in a blur, time losing all meaning after you both gave in to thirst on the third day. With both of you affected by the drug, you crave each other constantly. Rosi fucks you on the small bed, against the bars, in the shower, bent over the tiny sink, and even in the chair. You ride him like he’s a wild beast, cumming so many times that you pass out nearly every day. 

At some point Doflamingo appears on the other side of the bars. You have no idea how long he was there before you noticed him, because you’re currently preoccupied. 

Rosi is sitting on the floor of the cell, his back against the wall. You’re on your hands and knees in front of him, nestled between his spread thighs, deep throating his cock. 

When you notice Doffy, you pause and pull away. Your mind isn’t working properly. You should be screaming curses at the monster on the other side of your cage, but instead you smile at him and extend your hand, beckoning him. 

“Doffy! I missed you! Come here!”

For a moment, he doesn’t move or speak, then he opens the barred door and walks inside. He loosens his tie as he makes his way across the cell, stopping briefly at the small shelf where your supply of bottled water sits. He grabs a bottle, snaps off the lid, and takes a long drink. 

Did he just willingly drug himself? 

He unbuttons his shirt and pulls off his sunglasses, his every move seeming sensual to your eyes. He grins as he drops down to his knees behind you, finally descending into your dirty world with you. He turns you around with ease, so that you’re on your back, the cold stone floor against your bare skin. He opens his pants, pushes your legs apart, and begins fucking you right there in the cell. 

Ah, you really did miss him! You missed the way he shoves all the way in with each thrust, the way he turns you into a toy for his satisfaction. 

Rosi shifts positions so that he’s sitting beside your head, his fully erect cock still waiting for your attention. You turn your head to the side and take him back into your mouth, messily smearing around saliva and precum. Rosi’s hand lovingly strokes your hair while Doffy’s fingers play with your clit piercing. It feels so incredibly good to be stuffed full by their enormous cocks, your legs are trembling already. 

You pull away from Rosi once more, looking at each of the brothers in turn. Then you smile sweetly at them and say, “I love you!”

They both stare at you for a moment, then glance at each other. 

Rosi’s voice is soft when he asks, “Which one of us do you love?”

You giggle at that. “Both of you!” Then you wrap your lips around Rosi’s shaft again. 

Doffy laughs loudly, and you can see that his red eyes have taken on a hazy look. The drug is hitting him now. He gives your clit ring a small tug, making you whimper around Rosi’s cock. “You belong to us,” he says in that deep voice of his, fucking you even harder now. “I’ll never let you go!”

In your drug induced euphoria, his words sound like a twisted love confession. The sheer joy of hearing it makes you climax, your body convulsing with pleasure, your pussy clenching Doffy while your throat constricts around Rosi. 

They both watch you come undone, and moments later, they both cum as well, filling your waiting holes. 

*****

A month later, you’re sitting on the couch in Doffy’s office, Rosi beside you. Doffy is yelling at a slave who misplaced some paperwork. He suddenly reaches out and grabs the woman’s neck, prompting you to stand up. 

“Doffy,” you say, drawing his attention, “you promised.”

He sighs and releases the woman, who drops to the floor, gasping and sputtering. He looks down at her and says, “Get out of my sight.”

She scurries out of the room, then Doffy walks over and closes the door behind her. He promised you he’d stop killing slaves, and so far he’s kept that promise. You hope someday you can convince him to free them, but for now… baby steps. 

He returns to the couch and sits down, then takes hold of your wrist and pulls you onto the couch beside him, right between the two brothers. 

“If you were any other human, I’d kill you in the most gruesome way possible for undermining me in front of a slave,” he says, his hand slowly pulling up the lacy ruffled layers of your dress. 

Rosi scoots closer, his own hand pulling your right knee away from your left. “Like I’d let you do that,” he says to his brother. 

Doffy laughs, his hand slipping into the front of your panties. “She gets turned on when I say things like that. She’s already wet.”

“Really?” Rosi asks, his hand joining Doffy’s. Two sets of fingers are between your thighs, one of them opening your folds while the other begins stroking your clit around the ring. You don’t know whose fingers are doing what, but you moan as you lean back against the couch. 

“So, who’s room are staying in tonight?” Rosi asks you, a warm smile on his face. 

Doffy scoffs. “Of course she’s staying in mine. You’re welcome to watch from the chair, Rosi. Or you can just listen to her screams from your room.”

Rosi frowns. “I think she prefers my room. She loves taking control, riding me until she cums as many times as she likes.”

Two fingers lightly pinch your overly sensitive clit while another pulls at the ring. You shudder as you look from one brother to the other. Do you choose Rosi’s gentle lovemaking that makes you feel worshipped and adored? Or Doffy’s rough and harsh fucking that leaves you unable to walk the next day? 

“Can’t I have both?” you ask in your sweetest voice. 

They look at each other, then both grin. Doffy uses his free hand to turn your face toward him. He kisses you deeply before saying, “Such a greedy little human, wanting two Celestial Dragons all to herself!”

Rosi kisses you next, his lips warm and soft on yours. “We can share you again tonight, since you asked so nicely.”

And so your life as the toy of two monstrous brothers continues. You lost your freedom the day they bought you at the auction, but you’re not too upset about that anymore. After all, you have two new toys of your own. 

Tag List : @miruto @sharkuu 

[physics-of-one-piece]

Found this treasure on Twitter and this is EXACTLY what I mean when I say Doffy has big hands. Cora too. Thank you, artist 🫶🏻😊🥰

Reader blushing is accurate AAAAAA

@moonbaby26 @ohnomyhooves @fanaticsnail @doffyslittledove @magnoliandew @shanalikeanna @mandiemegatron

[sunandflame]

Can I request fluffy headcannons for an age gap relationship with Corazon

Corazon Fluff Headcanons

Warnings: fluff, mention of age gap (Corazon in his 30s, Reader in their 20s)

Word Count: 949

Pairing: Corazon x Reader

crossposted on AO3

He’s protective, but never controlling.Corazon doesn’t care about the number gap — he cares about your safety. He’s lived long enough to know how dangerous the world is, especially for someone bright and young like you. He never tells you what to do, but he always watches your back, even if he’s pretending to read a newspaper upside down while tailing you.

You’re always in his coat.His coat is massive, worn, smells like smoke and ocean salt — and you’ve claimed it. Whether you’re cold, tired, or missing him, you wear it like a security blanket. He acts like he’s annoyed when you steal it, but he’ll always quietly drape it over your shoulders when you’re not looking.

You bring youth into his life — and it’s healing.He spent so many years walking in the dark, pretending to be something he’s not. Then you came along: loud, curious, chaotic, and so alive. He’s clumsy with affection sometimes, but he’s never shy about telling you how you brighten his life. Even if it’s scribbled on a napkin.

You teach him how to relax again.Corazon runs on coffee, cigarettes, and trauma, but you slowly teach him to be still. To enjoy slow breakfasts. To take naps on the floor with you and a blanket. To laugh at dumb things again. He never thought he’d deserve that kind of peace.

He secretly loves when you ramble.You’ll go on tangents about things you love — and he’ll sit there, silent, listening, completely enraptured. If you ever get self-conscious and stop mid-sentence, he gently touches your wrist or scribbles “Don’t stop. I like your voice.” on the corner of a napkin.

He's awkwardly romantic.He’s not smooth, not polished — but that makes his affection feel real. You’ll find your favorite snack tucked into your bag with a poorly drawn heart, or he’ll offer you a rock because it was “shaped like a potato and made him think of you.” You treasure every single one.

The world may whisper, but he doesn’t care.He’s older. You're younger. People notice. But he doesn’t let it shake him. The moment you chose him, his whole world centered around making you happy — even if he still burns with self-doubt sometimes. One kiss from you and it vanishes like smoke.

He hums when you cuddle.Corazon can’t speak much, but he’ll hum — soft, deep, off-tune little lullabies. Sometimes it’s music from his childhood, sometimes just improvised noise. He does it without thinking when you curl into his chest, and you always pretend to be asleep just to keep hearing it.

Laundry turns into chaos.He always forgets to empty his coat pockets before tossing it in the basket. You’ve found coins, cigars, crumpled bounty posters, and one time — a baby chick (don’t ask). He acts like it’s no big deal, but the next time you do laundry, he’ll stand behind you and fold towels badly just to be near you.

You both collect odd things for each other.He brings you seashells, buttons, ugly little figurines he insists are “lucky.” You leave sticky notes in his coat with dumb doodles or affirmations like “you’re the tallest and handsomest man alive — yes even with bed hair.” You both secretly hoard these like dragons.

Cooking together is half love, half fire hazard.He’s a disaster in the kitchen — he drops things, burns toast, and somehow always ends up with flour on his face. But he loves cooking with you. He reads the instructions with so much concentration you can’t help but giggle. And if you kiss him from behind while he stirs a pot? His whole brain short-circuits.

Naps happen anywhere.You two don’t even make it to the bed half the time. You nap on couches, on piles of blankets, on rooftops. He wraps himself around you like a giant heat source and mumbles nonsense into your neck. Even with his size, he tries to make himself small so you feel safe — even when you’re the little spoon.

He hogs the bed… and your heart.Corazon sleeps like a starfish and snores a little when he’s extra tired. You tease him, but secretly you love the way he holds onto you like a lifeline. Sometimes you wake up and he’s tangled around you like a sleepy vine, his hand resting protectively on your hip or your stomach.

He’s not great at fixing things, but he tries.If a chair breaks, he’ll try to fix it himself — not because he’s handy, but because he wants to be useful for you. You end up calling someone else half the time, but the sight of Corazon earnestly trying to use a wrench while sticking his tongue out in concentration? Adorable.

Showering together is sweet, not steamy.You tried the sexy shower thing once. He slipped, knocked over half the bottles, and got shampoo in his eye. Now it’s about quiet, warm showers where he kisses your shoulder as he rinses your hair and hums off-key while you laugh.

You calm the storm in him.He’s seen too much, lost too much, carried too much. But when he holds you — when your fingers find his calloused hands or you rest your head against his shoulder — the storm quiets. You’re not afraid of his past, and he never forgets what a gift that is.

He’s not afraid to be serious about you.If things go long-term, he’s not one to waste time. Once he realizes you're his home, he’s steady, gentle, and completely devoted. He may be shy to say it aloud, but you’ll feel it in every kiss, every scribbled note, every ridiculous breakfast he tries to cook just to make you smile.

[kleftiko]

just think of getting mad at tall men.

those who tower over you easily with their height, so naturally intimidating to those around them. able to pick you up with one arm like a small child and make you feel small and insignificant in their presence no matter your own size.

who really shouldn't be scared when you're screaming their ears off. in fact, it should be cute when your finger is pointing up at them, small frame trying to intimidate him as you scold them.

but when your neck starts to ache looking up at them, and you tell them to "sit the fuck down!"

they do it.

CORAZON, shanks, katakuri (op) kageyama, ushijima (hy) aizawa, fatgum (mha)

[rin-tales]

saying "i love you" - corazon x you

in the Donquixote house, there’s no time for romance. meaning it takes quite the upheaval for corazon to say “I love you” (aka how long does it take for him to say it?)

tw: doffy lul

w.c - 2k. not edited

How long it takes: literally says it to establish the relationship, lil bby

Doflamingo was sending you on a suicide mission. You stood, petrified, in one of the many storage rooms in the Donquixote house. This particular place had been one you used countless times. Whether it was to escape from the pressures of your life as a member of the Donquixote family, overcome anxious breakdowns, or participate in thoughtful conversation with someone you had become very fond of, Donquixote Corazon.

Your heart pounded within you, each thump sending another wave of gut-wrenching terror through you. You knew Doffy had planned this on purpose- giving you a mission that would most likely end in your death. He gave you a punishment for the horrible mistake you had made on your last mission. One that had set back the work of the entire family by l weeks.

Your blank eyes stared at the wooden door directly across the room, desperately waiting for that certain man to show up. You knew he would find his way here eventually; he always did. But it was a matter of how long until the awful news reached him. You didn’t even have the energy to cry, the shock of it all sending your body into survival mode instead. Your mind was a battlefield, one half trying to find acceptance in the reality of it, and the other flicking through countless ways to not end up as a sacrifice.

The door slammed open, thudding against the stone wall with enough force that it closed on itself. The shock of it brought forth no reaction from you. Your eyes flickered up to the face of the man who entered- Corazon. A look of anger scrawled across his face, clearly indicating he had heard the news. It instantly changed to one of solemn concern when he took in the sight of your petrified self. Without hesitation, he paced towards you, black feathered cloak billowing behind him.

As if his movement flipped a switch inside of you, you broke free from your frozen state, and took three staggering steps towards him. He fell to his knees just before you, letting you fall into his grasp. His embrace crushed you against him. For the first time since your interaction with Doffy, you felt your breaths quicken, your adrenaline spike, and the utter fear of it all finally hit you like a brick. You buried your head into the feathers on his shoulder, letting out a harsh sob. His arms tightened around you, as if trying to absorb your terror.

After a few long moments of silence, you let out a shaky breath. “Say something,” you begged, trying in vain to keep your voice steady.

He nodded, realizing that he was so overcome with emotion that he forgot to speak. “Silent,” he whispered, snapping his fingers. A purple veil arched over the room, covering the area like a dome. You pulled away from him, but kept close enough to instantly be in his arms again. A small frown donned your face. “It’s a suicide mission…” you trailed off.

“My brother…” he began darkly, sounding like he was about to spew a string of threats. He stared over your shoulder, the horrible things he wanted to do to Doflamingo flashing through his mind. He tensed his jaw, and darted his eyes back to you, forcing himself back to reality. “I refuse to let him hurt you,” he declared.

You shook your head, eyes burning as you tried to keep the tears at bay. “No… I don’t want you to get in trouble. That’s the last thing I need.”

He frowned, “That should be the least of our problems.”

You pursed your lips, not in the best state of mind to argue. You stared at the ground beneath you as your eyes misted over, urging you to break down. You shoved your face into your hands, sobs wracking through you. Cora’s eyes widened, his expression turning to one of partial surprise. His large hands reached for yours, gently pulling them away from your face. He cupped your face, tilting your head up. Your breaths labored as you stared at him with bloodshot eyes, a number of watery tears streaming down your face. He opened his mouth in vain, knowing words would do little to help. He stopped himself when you took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna cry…” You sniffled, “Because one time you said that you’d cry if someone else cries. So if I cry, then you’ll cry, and-” You cut yourself off, taking in his expression.

His eyes softened and a smile slowly turned his lips up. You couldn't help but note how angelic he looked compared to your deranged state. He shook his head, taking his own turn to stare at the ground. “I only cry over people I love,” he spoke, his voice catching in his throat at the end of his sentence. He choked out a loud cough, trying to cover it over.

You only watched him silence, frozen-still by the thousands of questions that simple statement caused. He unclasped his cloak, pushing himself to his feet in one fluid motion. “I’m gonna talk to Doffy,” he stated.

Before you could react, your entire vision was bathed in black. You coughed as a feather found its way into your mouth. He seemingly had dropped his cloak onto you, the weight and size of it now enveloping you. You shoved the fluffy feathers out of your face in confusion. Once your view was clear, you watched as Cora reached the door. He opened it carefully.

“Wait-!” you called, suddenly realizing the danger of having him speak to Doffy about your case. He hesitated for only a moment, but stepped through the door, outside of the silencing barrier.

You let out a saddened noise, but quieted as you saw him move.

He slowly turned to face you, a fragile smile stretched across his face. His hand threw up a peace sign as two thin tears fell down his cheeks. You stood starstruck as his lips moved to mouth three words. “I love you.” Being outside the barrier, the sound of them never graced your ears. The door closed behind him, his cloak dramatically falling from your shoulders in response. Your eyes went as wide as saucers as your heart thumped from inside of you.

Those simple words left you with more questions than before. You both knew you cared for each other. And every interaction you had with him made you wonder if there was something more there. The simple touch of his hand brushing yours. The way his eyes always found yours in the middle of a family meeting. The way he would go out of his way to create an opportunity to speak to you. All of these things and more had you questioning him- wondering if that was simply his caring side, or if there was something more to it. You let out a sigh, refusing to acknowledge the blush that covered your cheeks as you contemplated all of these things.

Before you realized how much time had passed, the door turned open again, revealing the man of the hour. You stayed quiet, nervousness creeping through you at the idea that Doffy had done something to him. But you reminded yourself that the fact that he was in the room with you was a good sign. He fell against the wood, slumping to the ground. He thumped his head against the door, and let out a deep breath that shuddered through him. “It was a test to prove your loyalty,” he announced, relief dripping from his words. “He’s gonna tell you formally in a few days.”

A crooked smile popped onto your face, the words hitting you like a truck. Bubbly laughter of your remnant nervousness escaped your mouth as you fell backwards onto his cloak, the black feathers billowing around you. “Wow…” you whispered. His words alleviated nearly all the fear you had felt only minutes ago. You stayed like this for some moments, simply relishing in the feeling of safety. In the background, you heard the click of Cora’s lighter as he lit a fresh cigarette.

After a bit, you forced yourself to your feet. You slowly closed the distance between the two of you, hoping your expression conveyed everything you felt. When you neared him, he pulled the cig from his mouth, rubbing it against the stone floor to extinguish it.

You bent before him slightly, bringing up your hands to cup his face. “Thank you…” you murmured. You gently rested your forehead against his, letting your eyes close.

He nodded against you, letting out a low hum in response, the scent of his cigarette mixing with whatever cologne he used. After a moment you pulled away, a questioning look in your eyes. “What did… What did you say earlier? Outside the barrier?” you asked, trying in vain to keep the knowing tone out of your voice.

He hesitated, a lifetime of feelings flashing behind his eyes. He pulled off his fabric hat, scrunching it in his hands. Your eyes widened, his golden hair making his features even more dazzling. “Doesn’t matter…” he spoke quietly, “I think my emotions got the better of-”

“I love you too,” you cut him off abruptly, a small smile teasing at your lips. Before he had the chance to react, you pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. Your heartbeat pounded inside of you as you felt blood rush to your head.

He stared at you in shock, his mouth parting slightly. You swallowed, carefully watching him as a thousand doubts rushed through your mind. This moment would determine your relationship to him for a long time. Determine whether or not all those hints were true. Whether those words were what you really thought. Or if the entire thing was a platonic delusion.

The corner of his mouth turned upwards the smallest amount. “Yeah, I love you,” he announced with confidence. A grin stretched farther across his face as he made the declaration.

He wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you towards him. You made a noise of surprise, your own smile erupting across your lips. He stopped you just inches from his face. “Just don’t tell Doffy,” he whispered, a slight tease on his words. He closed the space between you, gently capturing your lips in his. You melted into him, letting the intimate moment stretch on. Though it ended all too soon for your liking.

As you pulled away, you refrained from making a sad face, not wanting to come off as too strong. Your eyes cautiously trailed up to his hair, taking it in for the second time. You gently stroked your hands through it, letting the fluffy locks cascade every which way through your fingers. Your eyes flicked down to see him gazing up at you fondly, like he had witnessed a shooting star. “I won't tell Doffy,” you laughed softly.

[wispitty]

(short reacts) | "he pretends to be asleep" + one piece men

summary: he pretended to be asleep to see what you’d do and now he’s never recovering from it.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

CROCODILE

He’s slouched in his office chair. Arms crossed. Head tilted slightly back. Eyes closed.

You step in and pause—thinking he’s asleep. You hesitate… then slowly approach.

Your fingertips brush the tips of his hair back. You hesitate—then kiss the corner of his jaw.

Soft. Quiet. Barely there.

“Thanks for working so hard,” you whisper. “Rest a little, okay?”

He doesn’t move.

But his heart? Pounding.

Later that day, he’ll say nothing during a meeting alongside you and the others—but he’ll stare at you longer than usual. And when you leave the room?

Smiles, just barely. But it's there.

MIHAWK

He’s seated in the courtyard, hat tilted over his eyes, arms crossed.

You step closer, certain he’s dozed off in the sun. His breath is even, steady.

You kneel. Brush a strand of hair off his forehead. And kiss the top of his head.

Then murmur,

“Even swords need their sheath sometimes.”

You walk away.

He opens one eye.

Smirks. Whispers to himself:

“And sometimes… they cut deeper than expected.”

MARCO

He’s lying on a hammock. One arm slung over his eyes. Bare chest rising slowly.

You smile. Walk over. Pull the blanket over him more securely.

Then lean in and kiss his cheek.

“You always take care of everyone else… Don’t forget you deserve that too.”

He doesn’t open his eyes. But when you walk away?

He bites his lip, cheeks pink, and mutters:

“Heh, damn. She’s gonna kill me at this rate…”

ACE

He’s lying on his stomach on his bed. Just… passed out. Completely dead to the world.

You tiptoe over, kneel beside him, and lean in.

You kiss his temple.

“Thanks for lighting up the place.”

He smiles in his sleep. A dumb, happy, full-face grin.

You think it’s just a reaction.

But after you leave?

He lifts one eye.

“I’m gonna marry her.”

SHANKS

He’s leaning back in a chair, feet kicked up, red hair over his face.

You approach quietly. Very sure he’s out cold from drinking.

You lean in, hands behind your back, and kiss the tip of his nose.

“You’re cuter when you’re not smirking.”

You start to walk away.

“And you’re bolder when you think I’m asleep.”

You FREEZE. Turn.

He’s grinning like a sinner.

“You gonna kiss me properly next time, or do I need to start faking naps daily?”

LAW

He’s on the couch. Sitting up, head tilted back, breathing soft. Fingers still holding a closed book.

You stop. Gaze soft.

You set a blanket over his lap. Then hesitate.

Then kiss his forehead.

“You’re always stronger than you think.”

As you turn, he exhales.

Not loudly. Not shakily. Just—

Broken.

When you’re gone, he covers his eyes with his hand like that one little kiss hit harder than it ever should have.

“…What the hell are you doing to me…”

CORAZON

He’s curled up in the corner of your room's couch. Jacket half-draped over him. Completely still.

You tiptoe close. Smile.

And then—without a word—you kiss his cheek.

Soft. Long. Meaningful.

You linger for a second. Brush his hair from his face.

“Sleep well, mi amor.”

You walk out.

He doesn’t open his eyes for a full ten minutes.

Just stays there.

Smiling like a fool who's won the world.

[luxthestrange]

OP Incorrect quotes#43 Dont separate-

Now If Garp and Sengoku did a play date with Kid Dragon!Y/n & Kid Corazon...this is how I see this happening-

Kid!Y/n*Hugging Corazon,crying shaking head* I wanna keep him!

Garp: You can’t keep him-

Kid!Y/n: Why?!

Garp: Because he’s already got a family-

Kid!Y/n: But I wanna keep him!

Sengoku:Awww~

Garp*Worried look as he tells Sengoku to help separate you from Corazon* No, you’ve gotta let him go-

Kid!Y/n*Tearing up, Hugging Corazon further into my chest not letting Garp touch him*-but I wanna keep him!?

Kid!Cora*Blinking as he blushes hard*U-um...

[pinejayy]

╰➤Riding Them || One Piece

featuring: doflamingo, corazon, buggy, mihawk and ace // female! reader

a/n: finally a third part for this series!! thanks for the love and support guys!! <33!! // hugs and kisses to everyone!! uwu

summary: riding these beautiful one piece men because I’m whore when it comes to anime men. 😩😩 // part 1 ,, part 2

warnings: doflamingo, nsfw, riding, buggy being a bottom, mihawk being a top, face fucking.

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

Doflamingo

This man is ruthless whenever you’re riding him and despite him being the bottom he still has his ways to dominate you and your feelings. And this man will degenerate you in every way possible. He’s spitting either god awful dirty things at you or sweet words. Such as !! “Such a dirty whore, you love riding my cock? Can’t get enough of it?” Or “Such a good Princess. Keep making me feel good, such a good girl.”

He gets even more rough with you when he’s had a long and hard day. He’ll just make his way towards your direction and shove you slightly towards the his private room. He doesn’t care if you’re in a middle of conversation. And once in the room he’ll sit on the bed and patted his leg. “Sit. It’s been a long day and I need a good fucking.”

And once you end up on his lap his hands are all over your body, squeezing anything he can grab. And he isn’t gentle, not wasting time he’s always striping you from your clothes, and he’s already stripping himself from everything…well besides his sunglasses. Placing sloppy kisses across your neck . “Come on princess.” He whispered, as he stroke himself. “Sit on your throne and ride away.”

And he helps you aline yourself with him, and this man is so huge and thick that you wince every time you’re in this position. Whimpering softly, as he allows you to adjust to his size, and he can’t help but have a smug smirk across his face. “So tight. So good Princess…you love riding me. Right?” And to which you moan and nod, looking at his eyes and nod. “Mm so good Doffy…so big…you fill me up so good..”

Doflamingo loves watching you shake in pleasure as your riding him, the way your hips move against his, the way your chest bounces. Everything gets him so hard for you. And sadly you do tend to get tried quicker than him so when you start to slow down he’ll hold down your hips and fuck you to his liking. And you better scream his name, he wants everyone that you belong to him.

And this man doesn’t believe in aftercare…so good luck with that.

Corazon

He’s the quite opposite from his brother, than man is more shy than anything. He’s scared that he’ll hurt you due to his size. After all he’s much taller than you and he doesn’t want to harm you. But after one day of trying to convince him he decided to try it out and he ended up loving this sex position. So he loves when you offer to ride him. “Mm I need to ride you sweetheart. May I?” You cooed out softly, to which he began turning red.

He’s so gentle with you. Treating with such care and with so much love. And whenever you’re on top of him, he loves to admire your beautiful body and face. He’ll run his hands along your waist and hips. “Feel so good…you look so beautiful on top of me..” He moans out. Cora loves watching how your boobs bounce, he can’t help but squeeze them. He loves watching how prefectly you fit him.

He’s always using his devil fruit abilities when having sex with you. Especially when you’re riding him. Because let’s be honest he’s a moaner. He wants to every single noise you make. So when you try to cover your mouth he’ll move your hand. “It’s okay my dear. Feel free to moan my name out. No one is going to hear us.” Because god forbid Doflamingo

He loves thrusting his hips upwards and hitting every sweet spot of yours. He loves how your body reacts to every little thing. The way your head is thrown back moaning his name. “Mm Cora…you feel so good…” And this babey would also praise you. Let’s say you’re getting tried he’ll hold your hips and thrust upwards and take over “It’s okay my dear. I’ll take it from here.”

THIS IS 100% FOR AFTERCARE!! He’ll kiss your hickeys and praise you once again. “You did wonderful my dear.” Also!! He’ll grab your favorite snacks and run you a warm bath!! And after that he’ll cuddle you until you fall asleep. A lot of head kisses and a bunch of “I love you.”

Buggy

This man is a total bottom for you. And he loves to brag to everyone that he’s the top of your guys relationship but behind close doors he’s falling onto his knees for you. He loves it whenever you dominate him. Especially when you ride him because he gets a good fucking and a good view of your tits. He loves squeezing your tits and saying “Honk”

You’ll start off by sitting on his lap and taking his lips against yours into a heated kiss. “Mmm…I need you to ride me again..” He whispered against the kiss. And you gladly accepted his offer. Stripping him from his close, placing small kisses along his neck. And before sinking into his cock you’ll stroke nice and slowly and tease him. “Such a dirty little clown…can’t get enough of me?” Biting his neck, and sitting on his lap.

Buggy has to beg for you to do anything. “Please Y/N…stop teasing me…” And you’ll cut him off mid sentence by pinning him against his back and sinking onto his cock. And he has to bite his lip from moaning out loudly. And you’ll move your hips slowly, until he’s begging for more. “Come on clown. Beg for more.”

You love hearing him moan your name out. So whenever he tries to cover his mouth. You shake you head. “Tch..naughty clown. I want to hear your pretty little sounds.” And he’s a whimpering and moaning mess. The rest of the crew probably hears him and they tease the hell out of him. Poor Buggy.

Buggy uses his Devil Fruit abilities whenever you’re riding him. One floating hand will be teasing your nipples, while the other hand is playing with your clit. “Heh..I make you so good huh?” And speaking of his devil fruit abilities, you’ll make him remove his head and place it across the room and you’ll ride his body. You’re the star of the show and he’s enjoying it.

Pspsps Mihawk and Crocodile know he’s the bottom of your guys relationship and honestly they aren’t so surprised.

Mihawk

This man…this is definitely the top of your guys relationship. He isn’t going to submit to anyone and that also includes you. So whenever you are riding him it’s on his terms and only on his terms. “Hmm I think you deserve a treat my dear. You’ve been such a good girl, how about tonight you take the lead.” And his words are already making you weak to your knees.

Before riding him he’ll appreciate a nice lingerie, he loves to admire your beauty. And you bet your ass he’s going to praise you. “Such a beautiful dear…you’re going to look even more beautiful on top.” He say softly and grab your hand and lead you to the bed and he’ll sit down and pat on his leg. “Sit my dear.”

And once in his lap he’ll place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Just because you’re on top doesn’t mean I’m submitting to you.” He whisper against your lips. Nodding, you place small kisses along his cheeks and neck which will earn your a hum of approval. And once he’s admired your body, he’ll strip his own clothes and yours and stroke himself as he smirks at you. “Now careful, don’t break yourself dear.”

And once he’s inside of you, you take a moment because he feels so much bigger in this position. “Mm Mihawk…so big..” Moaning out, and he groans as he felt your walls clench around him. He gives you a moment to adjust before placing his hands on your hips and moves his hips upwards. And he knows what spots to make you cry out.

Whenever Mihawk notices your getting tried he’ll run a finger along your clit. “Now don’t disappoint me my dear.” He coos, which makes you whimper and move your hips against his until you guys reach each other’s climax’s. And when you do finish, he’ll quickly flip you over. Being on top once again.. “Now, my turn to fuck you my dear.”

Ace

This man is a total switch, and if you want to ride his dick he’s already dragging you to the bedroom. And he’s already kissing you with such hunger. Hands all over body. “Damn..you wanna bounce on my cock again?” He’ll tease you and strip you naked. And once you’re naked he’ll whistle. “Wow, beautiful as always.”

His favorite position is reserve cowgirl style, and to top off the position he’ll make you wear his hat. God…seeing you in his hat makes him cum alone. So this position is top three favorites. And he also loves watching the view…the way your ass is bouncing off of him. “God babe…you know how to drive a man crazy.”

Ace doesn’t bother trying to muffle his moans, if you’re making him feel good then he’s gonna let the whole ship know. And the same goes to you…both of you guys are loud. “God babe…your pussy makes me feel so good…fucking good.” He moans out, smacking your ass which earned a loud moan from your lips. “Fuck Ace…dick so good.”

You guys are so loud that the ship knows you guys are fucking and they have to bang on the door to keep you guys quiet. “You guys fuck like rabbit! Keep it down! We’re trying to sleep.” To which results in you and Ace laughing.

Speaking of dick riding. He loves when you face fuck him. Ride his face…he fucking loves it. And he doesn’t want 10% percent of your body weight he wants you to full sit. USE HIS FACE AS YOUR CHAIR UWU.

[deathc-re]

your older!bf who has really opened your eyes to the world of mature men. who truly listens when have a complaint and works to fix it. who shows you that he adores you, even in his own strange way. who goes out of his way to spoil you and pamper you; who always makes sure you have the best of the best.

older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.

older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.

older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.

older!bf who loves you :(

LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3

[lady-of-endless]

Reactions to their s/o wearing Valentine lingerie as a surprise? (Law, Corazon, and Katakuri pls❣️)

Their reaction to lingerie for Valentine's Day headcanons (Trafalgar D Water Law, Rosiante Donquixote - Corazon, Charlotte Katakuri)

Author's Note: Slightly nsfw! These 3 in a spicy request? Yes, please...Thank you so much for this one, I love it too much! Happy Valentine's Day, btw 💕 Hope you'll like those!

Trafalgar D Water Law

- Your lingerie of choice for him would be dark red, a classic and a reminder of what day it is. He never cared for Valentine's Day before you, it's possible for him to forget about it.

- Let's assume that you want to tease him, to finally get revenge for all the times he teased you mercilessly. You're wearing a loose top and somehow, as you were walking, with him behind you, the top dropped from your shoulder, revealing a red strap. You made it look like an accident but he saw right through you. Law squints his eyes noticing the strap and his stare goes a little lower on your body. As he assumed, he also noticed a red band peeking from the waistband of your trousers.

- Your little game stops when you hear from behind the infamous words: "Room - Shambles". When you blink you're precisely in the middle of his bedroom because of his ability.

- Once you reveal the lingerie fully, you'll hear the longest sigh he ever let out, slowly shaking his head. His eyes will scan each detail of it. Even if he keeps his composure, the dilatation of his pupils betrays him. He puts his hands in his pockets so that you won't see him clenching his fists.

- Law will tell you to stay where you are in the middle of his bedroom as he slowly starts circling you, a growing smirk on his face. You can tell he likes what he sees and that he's putting his wants on hold. Why? Because he wants to get you a nice blush on your cheeks to match the lingerie, he would say. Expect slow and soft touches of his fingers along your back and waist, and then unexpected slaps of the elastic of the lingerie against your skin as he pulls on it and lets it go. He won't stop until you're begging for him to stop messing around. He hopes that moment comes fast because it's hard for him to resist.

- He won't even ask for permission to rip it off. If you're complaining, he'll just shut you up by biting your lip and saying that he'll get you a new one.

Rosiante Donquixote (Corazon)

- Your lingerie of choice for him would be white and lacey or pastel pink with some embroidered little hearts like the ones from his favorite shirt. However, I think that the white lacey lingerie would destroy him.

- You don't want to tease him but you do want it to be a surprise he'll discover. You two are in a heated private moment on a couch. Corazon starts praising, and complimenting you because he couldn't do it during the day because of his disguise and slowly unbutton your shirt. As he kisses your neck with a blush on his face, he opens his eyes and notices the lingerie. He stops in his tracks.

- His flustered expression switches to a slightly serious one. You think that the speed of his changing expressions is because of his skill as a spy but right now, it's because his mind got clouded by obscene ideas. He asks you to stand up and strip so that he can see it fully. "Can you do it for me?"

- You take off everything else, revealing the lingerie while he leans back on the couch, legs slightly spread, eyes fixated on you. He takes in the full image and he feels the need to light up a cigarette and tame a drag to prevent himself from jumping on you.

- Corazon won't need to act as mute anymore because he genuinely became mute at that moment. However, his hungry stare spoke louder than words. He'll gesture you to come closer and sit on his thigh. As you're sitting there, he'll let his fingers softly slide over the details of the garments as he sighs.

- He's not going to rip it off, he appreciates the look too much. And also, he likes playing with those ribbons and bows like you're his present.

Charlotte Katakuri

- Your lingerie of choice for him will be black lingerie with lots of straps. We've seen his aesthetic with that black vest, boots, a lot of belts, and straps. How would it be if you decided to go for it as well? It would be the end of him.

- Once you start to undress and reveal your surprise for him. Katakuri's eyes will grow wider and his breathing will become slightly shallow. He has always admired how soft your features are and to see you in such a bold outfit? He'll pull onto his scarf a little higher on his face to hide his blush and he'll clear his throat because of how unsure of his voice.

- Sure, you look absolutely gorgeous, but what gets him more flustered is the fact that you wanted to wear that, especially for him. That's what gets him weak.

- Because he is so damn tall, he can't see the full set properly. He will just kneel before you, putting his large hands on your hips and pulling your body close to his face, looking up at you with enamored eyes.

(something like this but he's kneeling: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/6e/98/746e981b15d3019deea14edcd9dd3df4--forgive-me-romantic-places.jpg )

- He'll start kissing your hips, still looking up at you, hands sliding to your thighs. Please run your fingers through his hair as he does this. There's something about seeing Katakuri, this mountain of a man, a warrior, feeling so comfortable being at someone's mercy. He's bewitched with you and he wants to take his time to show his adoration before letting himself indulge in his desires.

- He'll ask for your permission before ripping it to pieces, grunting. Expect him to even rip a part of it with his teeth, as he gets more impatient.

[this-blog-needs-a-name]

One Piece Fic Recs

This is a list of incredible One Piece fanfics I have read either on Tumblr or Ao3 the majority of which are character x reader/oc.

📝 Ongoing/Unfinished

Long Works (>25,000 words)

It Comes in Waves by analogwriting Trafalgar Law x f!reader (71k)

The Bird & The Mermaid (Trafalgar Law x F!Reader) by BlackOrchid1004 (40k)

Small Changes by SweetScentences Platonic Law and Corazon fix it (37k)

The Daughter's Return by @cozage Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (126k)

Birds of a Feather by flyingfishgirl Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (74k)

Inked on Skin by Archaeological / @tackyink Trafalgar Law x OFC (385k)

📝 Home of the Sun by Nahella Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (167k)

📝 Free (Trafalgar Law/Reader) by ElenaMoon (153k)

📝 Throne by teroinreadsteroinwrites Shanks x OFC (41k)

📝 This is Us by Anonymous Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (90k)

📝 Card-Sharp by VintagexTypewriter Shanks x OFC (90k)

📝 Home Is Where the Hearts Are by brouhahas Trafalgar Law x f!reader (37k)

📝 Rare Whales, Shining Seas, and the One That Dreams of Them by NunTheWiser Platonic Whitebeard Pirates, Platonic Heart Pirates x OFC (339k)

📝 Bound by Silver by ToastedMilkBar Corazon x f!reader (46k)

📝 Immune To Your Charms by @grandline-fics Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader (26k)

📝 Chaos in Their Bones by @eureka-its-zico OPLA Zoro x f!reader (148k)

📝 Determination! by @thesharktanksdriver Platonic multiple characters/crews x child!reader (69k)

Puzzled by @mynewblackdress OPLA Sanji x f!reader (35k)

Medium Works (10,000-24,999 words)

Epiphytism by Jarchetype Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (23k)

Little Blue Bird by MidNightWriter42 Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (12k)

📝 Affiliation by maybeitsdee Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (23k)

📝 The Beast and the Mouse by @simpleeindulge Eustass Kid x f!reader (12k)

📝 Little Game by @gingernut1314 Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (16k)

the blade daughter by @halfvalid OPLA Zoro x f!reader, Dracule Mihawk x daughter!reader (24k)

You Should Be Sad by @fanaticsnail Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (14k)

put my name at the top of your list by @ladadiida Sanji x f!reader (12k)

Through Shadow by @gingernut1314 OPLA Sanji x f!reader (10k)

Your Highness by @nanawritesit OPLA Sanji x f!reader (13k)

Come Sail Away by @sassenach-on-the-rocks OPLA Sanji x f!reader, OPLA Zoro x sister!reader (15k)

📝 Stowaway by @spitfire-of-the-sea Platonic Whitebeard Pirates x f!reader (10k)

[physics-of-one-piece]

I saw this

And then went "that's Doffy wanting to pay for Rosi & Reader's honeymoon but not wanting to make it obvious so he just acts stupid"

Reader: Okay. Drop your boxers.

Doffy, grinning, reaching for the hem of his pink boxers: Yes, ma'am.

Rosi, bursting into the room: NO! NO MORE!

Doffy: Oh, come on, Rosi, it's just nude modelling, and I'm PAYING for her to paint me!

Rosi: That's enough! No more! Out!

Doffy: But we had a deal!

Rosi: Well, I'm going back on the deal! Doffy, get out!

Doffy: But 🥺-

Rosi grabs Doffy and shoves him out the door and closes them in Doffy's face as Doffy blows him a raspberry.

Rosi, loudly while looking at the doors: (Y/N), I can't let you go through with this!

Rosi, quietly: I found a mansion in Water 7 we can stay in. But it's an extra two billion berries.

Rosi, yelling again at the doors: IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT!

Rosi, quietly to you: They have waterslides!

Rosi, yelling back at the doors: I CAN'T LET THE WOMAN I LOVE COMPROMISE HER VALUES FOR MONEY!

Rosi, turning to you: I totally think we can get some more money out of him.

Rosi, yelling and reaching for the doors: I’ll never let my fiancée, ever - (opens the doors)

Rosi: Oh, you're still here?

Doffy swaggering in: Before you say anything. (Looks at you) I'll give you five billion berries more.

Rosi and you looked at each other. You nodded.

Rosi: We accept.

Doffy beamed. “Fufufu! You people are so easy to control.”

“Careful, or I’ll paint your balls tiny.” you said.

Doffy giggled.

Rosi, narrating the story: “And that, kids, is how Uncle Doffy paid for mine and your mom’s honeymoon.”

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Cuddling - Part 2

Summary: How do they cuddle you?

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Crocodile, Mihawk, Doflamingo, Corazon, Smoker, Marco

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Shanks:

Often holds you in his hammock, swinging slowly back and forth, his hand down the back of your shirt so he can mindlessly stroke your soft skin, sometimes humming an old sailor’s tune as he does. When he falls into bed drunk, though, he’ll wake you up asking you to cuddle him, often times by nuzzling you with his stubble until you wake up giggling. 

Beckman:

He’s not really one for PDA, and he’s not even particularly clingy behind closed doors, but he expects to be able to hold you every night. He has big arms and he puts them to good use, wrapping them around you in bed while the two of you talk about nothing and everything, Beckman taking the opportunity to get stuff off his chest that’s been bothering him. 

Crocodile:

Words like cuddling, snuggling, and love are completely off limits for this man, but he does enjoy you slipping into his bed and wrapping yourself around him, especially when it leads to you working the tension out of his muscles with your hands. He’ll even let you massage his aching stump. But all of this only ever happens with the cover of darkness. 

Mihawk:

He’s not clingy, but he’s also not one to withhold affection. When he feels like showing it, he does. Sometimes this is putting a hand on your hip and placing a kiss on your cheek while you’re cooking, and other times it’s pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head while you’re asleep but he’s still awake contemplating life. Any sort of cuddles are always accompanied by a kiss of some kind. 

Doflamingo:

More than happy to be held by you, typically with his back to your chest and your legs wrapped around his abdomen- the fewer clothes, the better. He’ll let you play with his hair, massage his scalp and temples, and even remove his glasses. After the first few times, he realizes it helps tremendously with his nightmares, and thus he refuses to go without it. He’ll expect you to be readily available to him anytime he’s tired.  

Corazon:

Insanely touch starved, and the first time you initiate any sort of cuddles, it slams into him like a train. As soon as you climb into bed and initiate with him, you end up being held in his arms for hours, him promising that he’ll let you go as soon as he has his fill and you knowing damn well he never will. 

Smoker:

He’ll fall into bed after a long day (more like a long couple of weeks, usually), and nuzzle your chest, burying his face there before rolling over, dragging you with him so he can hold you on top of him while he sleeps. He’ll often smoke while holding you, using his devil fruit ability to dissipate the smoke so it doesn’t disturb you. 

Marco:

Often cuddles you in his office. He pulls you into his lap late at night while he’s doing paperwork, one arm looped tightly around your waist, the other busy. He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder, occasionally nuzzling into you or stroking your side with his thumb, sometimes stopping to place a kiss on your shoulder. You know he’s finished working when he pulls your top to the side to kiss your bare skin. 

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You're Angry at the Tall Men

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I have two very dear mutual creators on here that are struggling with the flu. Hopefully yelling at the tall men of one-piece will help you both out: @feral-artistry & @sordidmusings

Word Count: 200-400 per gentleman: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo

Warnings: anger, violence, suggestive spice for a few, angst, afab!implied but not overly mentioned, height difference.

First time writing for Cora, Croc and Doffy - mainly going off small clips and overall vibes. Apologies if I didn't do your blorbo justice.

(Apprehensive tag list: @gingernut1314, @writingmysanity)

He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him.

Buggy: 6’3

“Sit your tall ass down!” you roared at him. The clown shrieked back, immediately reaching his stuttering hands towards the back of a chair to unceremoniously fall back onto the wooden base. Unfortunately, as his ass barely grazes the base; his weight proceeds to fall from its intended target, plopping down onto the cement ground instead of finding comfort on the chair.

“Ah, fuck!” he cried out alongside his wince, his red nose creased as he felt the pain shoot up his coxic bone and tingle up his spine. This moment of failure breaking a small crack in your iron fury, a giggle attempting to break through your anger. He winces his beautiful teal eyes up at you, cringing through the pain and gritting his teeth in an attempt of a smile.

“You are so pathetic,” you growled at him, extending your hand out and collecting his chin within your thumb and index finger. You were held captive by his sparkling eyes beneath his lengthy blue eyelashes as he looked up at you in awe.

“It’s why you love me, right?” he whimpered at you, his crooked smile drawing you in closer to him. You stooped, pressing a small kiss against his rotund, red nose.

“Yes,” you again growled at him, pouting with your brow falling low in the center of your forehead, “but I’m still angry at you.”

“I know,” he grumbled in response, his eyes upturning and almost pleading, “but I can fix that, right?”

Shanks: 6’6

“Woah, woah, love!” he cried out, backing away from your approach with his wide smile plastered to his cheeks. He was still smiling, even when you backed him against the wall with your forearm horizontally pressing him back into the wooden banister behind him.

“You absolute stupid, ridiculous, drunken-,” one look into his loving eyes rendered you immediately defenseless to his aura. He looked at you with such love, his brown eyes holding only softness and adoration within them. He brings up his arm, choosing to caress your cheek and lace a loose strand of your hair to hook over your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into you, leaning his head down and moving his lips against your forehead to murmur into your skin, “forgive me, I didn’t mean it.” Inhaling a deep breath, you feel the rage falling away from you as he continued murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he breathed his raspy voice into your ear.

“And you’re so handsome when you’re not the one making me angry,” you growled back at him.

Mihawk 6’6

“Mihawk!” your rumbled growl echoed in the high ceilings lifting the light in the large dining room. He was stooping, fingertips halting their descent to grasp the back of his dining chair. He huffed out a sigh, rotating his neck and removing his hat from his head. He placed the hat on his dining setting, and prepared himself to receive your wrath.

As soon as you saw him preparing himself to receive the scorn you were about to bear down on him, you decided to switch it up. Something about how smug he was did not satiate your fire from erupting further. You had every intention of taking him by his wrist and leading him to the impressive steps of the foyer and taking a few steps up to bring you to the appropriate height to maintain eye contact as you reprimanded him.

But his ear was right there, no longer shielded by his broad hat to halt your action. Immediately, you pressed your index and middle finger against the overly sensitive shell of his ear and began dragging him towards the archway leading to the foyer.

“Not quite so hard, dear,” he winced as his steps stuttered behind you. You allowed a sinister smirk to rise on your lips, gaining a sickening amount of joy from knowing you were paining him a little to satisfy your wrath. As your feet found the steps, you relinquished your hold on his ear and turned to face him, your eyes first glancing at the raven curls atop his head that you rarely are accustomed to seeing these days. His head was bowed, his hand drawn up to cradle his ear and sooth over the throbbing shell. At this, your anger ceased and you immediately sought out his eyes by cupping his cheeks and elevating his face.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you, are you okay?” you hastily spoke, eyes checking over his face for any semblance of hurt or pain.

“Only my pride, dear,” he replied in a soft grumble, continuing to keep his eyes from joining with your own. You sighed in relief before shaking your head to remind yourself why you brought him here in the first place. You furrowed your brow and slunk your hands from his cheeks to fall them against his chest.

“I’m-,” you began, your angry words halted by Mihawk taking a step forward and pressing his forehead against your own.

“-I’m sorry. Forgive me,” he whispered into your face, his eyes half lidded and sorrow falling over his face, “I never meant to hurt you, and I’m willing to spend all the time it takes to make it up to you.”

Sir Crocodile 8’3

Clutching his cigar in his index and middle fingers, he flicked the ash into the glass and gold tray on his desk. He could hear the fall of your feet outside the door, his jaw falling slack in bored frustration. 

“You devious bastard,” you growled as the door to his office flung open. He inhaled deeply, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out another cigar to clench his teeth onto. As your eyes met, his brow arched while his eyelids hung half-lidded. He sat back against his armchair and uncrossed his legs from their join of the knees. Remaining wordless, he fished around in his pants for his lighter, to find nothing but his golden pocket watch and a few rolls of berry within his leatherbound wallet.

“Be a dear and find me a light,” he dismissed your anger with the wave of his hand as his eyes searched his desk for his capped lighter. This seemed to engage your fury further, making you immediately lunge at him and crawl onto his lap. You drew your claw-shaped grip up to his jaw, snarling into his face as you did so.

“You think I care about your lighter right now, you arrogant lizard,” you spat at him. His eyes widened in surprise, initially being taken off guard by your presence atop his thigh. Immediately after processing the shock, his eyes darkened as he used his large, golden hook to circle around your thigh; trapping it within the metal and drawing it closer into him. Your kneeling position atop his lap was now made ever more dangerous than it had been, not knowing how he would truly respond to your anger. Both of your tempers began to flare as he snarled at you.

“Lighter first,” he growled at you, looking up into your enraged eyes as your hair cascaded down over his face, draped almost intimately over his forehead. You scoffed, flicking the hair over your shoulder and grimaced at him in response. 

“And why should I do that after what you did?” you gnashed your teeth, baring your rage in your now untested situation. The tense air now growing thick and dense as your bodies pressed closer together. He gripped your hips with his hand, his golden hook scraping over your thigh and placing your knee over his waist as he drew you closer. 

“Lighter first,” he began to snarl at you, “or I will channel your rage in another way.”

“Try me, Reptile,” you snarled at him, clenching your teeth as you stooped lower into his face. He immediately stood, his tall body hoisting you up against his hips and slamming your back atop his desk. He hovered over your body, leaning his face down and snarling into you,

“You should’ve just done what you were told,” He growled into your neck.

“You shouldn't have pissed me off,” you gnashed your teeth once more, your eyes widening as you felt his teeth bite down hard on your clavicle, soothing over the new injury with his tongue. 

Corazon 9’7

“Donquixote Rosinante!” you shouted, walking around the halls and tracking the stupor of his step. You immediately heard a thud, followed by several crashing booms reverberating within the hallway. None of these sounds halted your descent, your rage and fury propelling your steps further towards him.

When your eyes fell over his body, he was hoisting himself up from his entanglement with several cleaning products; a mop over his head and a bucket circling over his left foot. He looked ridiculous, his coat hanging limply from his shoulders over his open heart-stitched shirt.

As he rose to his feet, you were taken aback at how truly tall he was; his body towering over your own. You lost your nerve slightly at his stature, but still the edges of your body remained singed with the fires of rage within your soul.

“Cora-!” your words were halted by the man drawing such anger from you wordlessly holding up his palm to silence you. Your brows fell further down your face, your frown deepening as you watched him silently search his surroundings. His eyes widened first, before softening as he stooped down to collect the bucket that was once wrapped around his foot. He blew over the base of the bucket with a small puff of breath, placing the brim on the ground and dusting the base with the back of his hand.

He turned his painted face up to you, a tight smile pulling at his mouth as he extended his hand to you. You sucked in a breath through your nostrils, pouting as you took his hand. Stepping up onto the bucket, you still remained short to his great height. Still holding onto your hand, his smile softened as he bent at the knees to crouch in front of you, looking up into your face with eyes baring great sorrow at how angry you were with him.

Relinquishing the hold against your hand, he gestured for you to bare your soul out to him with a simple swipe of his hands. He was so willing to have you share your emotions with him, it almost made you want to cry with frustration at how truly loving he was to you. 

“You’re just going to sit back and take it? Say something, Cora. Anything!” You screamed, the sting of tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued to watch on, never once rising from his crouch, nor bringing his eyes away from searching your face. It was only when a hot, frustrated tear fell from your eye down your cheek that he rose up to his full size once more. 

He wordlessly drew his palm up to claim your cheek, his thumb brushing the tear away from its descent down towards your mouth. 

“Please,” you whimpered while searching his eyes, “please say something.”

He leant forward, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, circling the other arm around your shoulders and holding your chest flush with his own. His lips found the crown of your head, pressing a soft and careful kiss against the top of your hair.

“Calm,” he uttered, the room circled around him by the spark of his devil-fruit power. You looked at him confused, your nostrils flaring at him while still expressing your anger. 

“Why use the devil-fruit powers now?” you asked him, shaking your head at him as all else in the hallway was silenced. No taps of feet, no drips of taps, nor the sounds of breeze through the trees outside the room could be heard within the silent barrier. 

“Because I want everyone to know how angry you are with me,” he uttered, his nose lovingly brushing against your own, “And I want to be able to scream how much I love you with no consequence.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, smearing his red face paint against your skin as he trailed a flurry of gentle kisses against your nose, cheek bones and the corner of your lips in an attempt to smother the flames of your anger. 

“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” you spat at him, your narrowed eyes looking at him through your eyelashes remaining dark with fury.

“I know,” he admitted, unwrapping his arm from circling your shoulders. He grazed his arm down and collected your hand once more within his, lacing your fingers together as he uttered, “I’m so sorry, my darling. I’ll never do it again.”

Doflamingo 10’

He was immediately expressing joy at how riled up he had managed to make you, his lips curling back into a sinister smile. He darted his tongue out over his mouth to dampen his chapped lip before he allowed a rumbly chuckle to exit from his chest.

“Doflamingo!” You screamed, rage and fury overcasting your usual stoic state with their venom. He rose to his feet and was almost bursting at the seams with how happy getting a rise from you was making him.

“How dare you?! How dare you do that to me?!” You roared, not halting your approach in any way. He towered over you, his lanky build condescendingly casting his feathered silhouette over your body.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he shrugged, speaking quickly with a broad grin continuing to polish his cheeks. His eyes remained hidden by his glasses, your own eyes beginning to prick at the corners with a frustrated rage.

“Wipe that horrible grin off your face before I rip it off,” you spat, your hands demonstrating how truly violent your thoughts were.

“Only if you do it with your teeth, Princess,” he bore his teeth down at you. His smile widened further up his cheeks, your urge to claw out his eyes not satisfied in the slightest. You impulsively swung your hand at his face, your wrist caught within his circled grip. His laughter erupted over his chest at this small demonstration of violence, so easily stifled by his hands.

“Ohh, you’ve got some fire in you today,” he chucked his taunt at you, leaning down further into you; his nose almost brushing against your own with how close he drew himself down to you, “What I’d give to see that demonstrated with your body wrapped around my- AHH.” You halted his words within his mouth by clamping your teeth down against his nose hard enough to draw blood. After tasting the metallic flavor roll over your tongue, you withdrew your teeth from his flesh and bore your red-tinted lips at him.

He reached up to clutch the scruff of your neck, pulling you closer into him and purring a roar of his own into you:

“Mmm, Harder.”

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When you kiss them in places they don't expect

Didja miss me? Hehe, yeah a lot of things happened emotionally and otherwise. Enjoy! And seriously. Give me more requests. I love those.

Crocodile

The man is private for goodness sake. Why would you kiss him in public unless it's warranted? Because you damn well love him too fucking much that's why. How can you not want to kiss him when he looks so beautiful to you? If you could you would compose poems, carve his face into marbles, paint him in likeness even when no one else will buy or care about them and because you couldn't care less. You love him after all. Even if he has his own rules of what to and not to do in public or in certain spaces, you'd happily follow them regardless. Anything as long as you could stay next to him after all. Anything in the four seas if it means staying in a relationship with him.

But, there are times where you bite your lip and have to stop from actually drowning the poor man in kisses. This is one of them, where he's walking with you and he's kneeling down letting a tiny puppy lick his fingers as he scratches it's belly. Seas, you shouldn't. You shouldn't. Don't focus on how cute he looks, don't focus on how adorable this is, don't-

"Aren't you a cute thing?" He coos and fuck it.

When he looks at you, you press a kiss to his lips. Out in public. Hands cupping his face. He pauses, then raises an eyebrow at you, a slight frown on his face. The crowd which was slowly forming is now filled with 'aww's and 'that's so cute!'

You huff, leaving his face. "Don't blame me here, you usually aren't like this." There's a grin on your face you can't seem to remove though.

He rolls his eyes, and then comes to his full height as the owner of the puppy -a young child- comes for it, picking it up and looks at him, thanking him for finding it. Giving a vague, single nod he whisks you two away in a cloud of sand, reforming at the doors of Rain Dinners.

"Brat. Think before doing that again." He ruffles your hair. You grin. Looks like he didn't mind so much, maybe you could do it again....

Corazon.

To be clear, you don't know much about the man more than he lets you know. You know him as 'Corazon, Younger brother of the Warlord Doflamingo' but tonight when you two met in the same inn, he sat on the edge of the too-small bed, spreading his legs and letting you stand in between them, close to him as he rests his hands on your hips. He writes to you that he has a secret, you loop your arms around his neck and let one hand play with one of the tails of his hat. You're reassuring him both in speech and body language that you'll listen and you'll keep it to yourself. His amber eyes search yours for a moment more, before leaving one side of your hips to snap his fingers, saying, saying, "Silent."

The noises around you quieten. You don't hear the vendors downstairs bark their wares, you don't hear the chatter and sound of the inn below you two. You don't hear the slight moans of the couple opposite to your room. But you do hear him speak. "My name is Donquixote Rosinanate, Marine Commander code 01746 on a mission from Fleet Admiral Sengoku to stop operations of Warlord and pirate Donquixote Doflamingo."

Your jaw drops, and you stare at him in surprise as he holds your hips again, telling you the story of how he came to be in this wretched situation. Of how his heart holds so much rage and hatred, of his worry and sadness. He tells you in that low, melodious voice of his and you just stand there starstruck as you picture the unwoven scroll of the man you love's past as he tells you. As soon as he's done, he has a mixed picture on his face, of weariness, and exhaustion. So of course you pull his head to your chest, to your heart, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"You brave, wonderful man" You mumble. Your heart is breaking and mending itself, newfound love, appreciation ,and fear now entering with the new information he gave you. "You strong, handsome, perfect man"

He freezes, but soon comes to hold you tighter against him, tension seeping out of his body, as he listens to you. One or your hands goes up his hat, fingers tangling within the strands as you hold him tighter. "Loverboy, look at me please"

When his eyes meet yours you smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. "I'm so proud of you." You whisper, watching his eyes grow wide, a goofy smile blooming on his own.

That night, you two don't do much. You talk some more, and fall asleep, his much larger frame curled around yours, your hands holding his head close, tucked under your chin, face buried in his hair.

Sanji.

It's late, and you wake up with your hair mussed, with the sad, miserable feeling that it's too cold and where the Hell is your warm, snuggly lover coupled with a scowl on your face. So you stumble to the one place he's most likely to be. The kitchen. There have been times when you've genuinely been looking for him because you thought he was not in the kitchen only to find out that he is, in fact in the kitchen, he was just looking for something in the lower cupboards and couldn't hear you. Hell, you've chided him a few times for working in the kitchen even after a big fight, so it's safe to assume that really, the blonde would be in the kitchen. You once sat and watched him, wondering that if it was legitimate, would he be this planet's greatest cook in the world, would be allowed to show at competitions? Would he be sought after then? But oh well.

When you finally get to the kitchen, you see him, baking. Uh oh. Now see, baking at night isn't the issue here. You've helped him make croissants and all sorts of stuff in the dead of night. The real issue is that he's doing it alone, at.....you spare a glance at the clock, 4:45 AM. By the four seas......so yes it's an issue. So yes, it's bad, when it isn't baking before he went to sleep. It's bad when he went to sleep in your bed, all snuggly and warm, and woke up in the ass crack of dawn to bake. Hell, it's even worse than in the ashtray next to the knives, it's filled. That means it was something he was terrified of, or something that came to him and he couldn't shrug off.

You run a hand through your hair and enter. Neither of you says anything just yet, and you take your time settling comfortably into the chairs in front of the counter, hand supporting you head as you watch him do his stuff. Your eyes fall onto his frame where you can see some tension in his movements, a slight jitter to the usual grace which he does his job in. Your eyes move to the tiny snail in the corner which plays music. You switch it on, and watch as the music ebbs and flows. And with it, so does the tension, the stress emanating in the gallery.

Some time later which could have been hours, or even minutes later you get up and come behind him, looping your arms around his hips from behind. "How're you feeling, sunflower?" You murmur.

He pauses in his work, most of them done anyway, and takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing out smoke. ".....Better"

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really"

"Okay. Wanna take a break?"

"....Fine. Let me just pop them into the oven"

30 minutes later, Robin walks in as per her usual timing to see him, head pillowed on your lap snoring softly, one of your hands in his hair, and the other holding one of his to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm. You smile slightly at her arrival and point at the oven. "Could you take them out? Blondie here wanted me to wake him up when they were done but...."

She chuckles, nodding. "I'll handle it. Want some tea?"

"That sounds lovely"

Shanks.

Shanks was open about a lot of things. Laughing, being an oaf, and acting like a goofball, many things. Another thing he was very open about was his relationship with you and the affection he showered on you just so. He would give kisses, hugs, and even random spanks on your ass when he could. He would laugh if you threw a fit but you couldn't help but also want to trip him up just so. Just once.

Your chance finally came when he got injured in battle, causing Hongo to order bed rest and STRICTLY bed rest "No leaving the bed for at least a WEEK, captain. That's an order"

"What? Nooo, I can't!" Whined your boyfriend

Hongo sighed, looking like he was ready to strangle the man based on what shenanigans he would probably start to pull to get out of bed. "Captain, please. Just a week. 5 days is all I'm asking here."

"3!"

"5"

"4!"

"5. No more, no less"

The redhead huffed, turning over in bed "Awful doctor, no man should ever treat his captain this way"

Hongo now looked at you, looking three seconds from yanking his hair out and with desperation. You sighed, sitting on the bed next to him and trying to reassure him.

"Come on, Shanks. Listen to the poor guy. I'll be here helping when I can anyway."

He shifted. Gave you a look. This dumbass.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Shanks, I swear to-"

And that was that. You'd help him when you could, not that you minded. However, when he tried to do anything with you, kissing, hugging, you'd pull away, a grin on your face. In fact, you'd end up giving him kisses where he didn't expect it. Is he leaning in for a kiss on the lips? You kiss the bridge of his nose. He wants to hug you? Lean away and a pat on the head. He tries to kiss your cheek? You move and kiss his ear. It drove him nuts.

"Aw c'mon, not again! What did I do to deserve this!" He complained after you had successfully dodged his attempt to kiss you on your lips. Only to be thwarted when you kissed his jaw instead.

"This is payback baby." You grin, sly and fun.

Then it clicks and he laughs that full, happy, lively laugh of his.

"Awright. But as soon as I'm rested up and good to go...." His eyes gleam with a spark of mischievousness. "You're gonna get it, babe"

True to his word, as soon as Hongo says the word "okay", Shanks leaps out of bed and starts running. You were in the fields of the island, looking around and wandering. You flinch as you feel a familiar presence behind, and you've barely turned your back to see who it is, before he crashes into you, scooping you up and lifting you in his arms.

"Caught you!" He yells with glee and all you can do is laugh and squeal with joy, before curling into him and kissing him on the lips.