#corazon x y/n

[bby-deerling]

you can't win (corazón x reader nsfw)

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cw: size kink, tummy bulge, inappropriate use of devil fruit, secret relationship, a bit of angst, doffy likes to ruin things for his brother

tagging: @fanaticsnail @indydonuts @willowbelle @sanjisjuul @queenmimi2817

with corazón's thick cock stuffing you full to the brim, it's hard to stay quiet.

muffling the lewd mewls that escape your lips wasn't the issue—he easily suppresses them all with a snap of his fingers and a mumble of silence—the problem is that with each deep, languid stroke he gives you, you find yourself becoming increasingly incapable of biting back the three little words hanging on the tip of your tongue. they're words that would spell out your death, or a fate far worse if a certain someone or any of his little birds heard them and sang a mockery of your sweet song to their master.

and yet, you can't help yourself from saying it, whimpered under your breath as you tremble beneath him—"i love you, rosi..." you whisper, causing a stutter in his movements as he stares at you with an overflowing pool of emotions in his eyes. he opens his mouth, and you prepare yourself to be filled with the silky baritone of his voice, but the sound never comes. instead, his lips attach to yours fervently, rutting into you with a desperate, quickened sense of need you've never seen from him before.

"i love you too." he finally murmurs against your mouth as the pad of his thumb rubs soft circles into your clit. his teeth graze your bottom lip as he pulls away to admire the wrecked mess he's creating; rosinante trails his hand down your torso until it reaches the tip of his head poking out of your stomach, making you both shudder with delight.

"i'm going to protect you as best as i can, my love. i promise." he swears, though both of you know he's a fool for even trying; rosinante was already hiding far too many secrets from doflamingo, and it was only a matter of time until the cards toppled over for him.

though, as you see stars and come undone in rosi's commanding but tender grip, you hope that he's able to hold the wool over his brother's sensitive eyes for just a little while longer.

[willowbelle]

Heart Sleeves

❤︎ rosinante (corazon) x reader ❤︎

𖤐₊˚.༄ (fluff) 𖤐₊˚.༄

(written with fem reader in mind, but no pronouns mentioned)

cw: fluff, established relationship, kissing, size-difference.

summary: you wake up to cora baking in silence.

word count: ~900

author's note: i don't know why, but cora strikes me as a baker, hehe. and so, this cute lil scenario was born. been going thru it so i needed something sweet. :')

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Heart Sleeves

Cora rolls up his sleeves before pressing his hands into the floury dough on the countertop. His movements are deliberate as he shapes the batter into spheres and places them inches apart on a baking tray. His focus is evident in his furrowed brow and the quiet hum of concentration that fills the kitchen. 

You walk in, still shaking off the remnants of sleep, the early morning light casting a soft glow around you. Your eyes are bleary, but the image of Cora working draws you in. He's absorbed in his task, his hands moving with calm precision as he shapes the dough on the countertop. You pause, too tired to speak, just smiling as you watch him work. He hasn't noticed you yet, so you simply lean against the doorframe, enjoying the peaceful moment and the soothing aroma of baking bread. 

And then, it dawns on you--the room is completely silent. Cora, being the kind-hearted man you know him to be, must’ve muted the noise with a thoughtful mutter of silence, as to not disturb your much-needed slumber.

You linger in the doorway, enveloped in the quiet intimacy of the moment. The scent of fresh dough mingles with the gentle warmth of the morning, creating a cocoon of tranquility. Cora continues his work, his big hands moving fluidly over the dough.

As you watch, your smile deepens. The love and care he puts into every touch are clear to you, a silent testimony to his thoughtfulness. 

The calm of the room lulls you further into a state of peace, and you let your eyes close for a moment, savoring the serenity that surrounds you. But soon, the comforting rhythm of Cora’s work stirs a desire within you to be closer.

With a gentle push off the doorframe, you walk silently toward him. As you approach, you gently wrap your arms around his waist from behind, resting your cheek against his back. He finally notices your presence and looks down at you with a soft smile. His focus shifts to a touch of warmth and tenderness as he pauses his work, brushing a floured hand up and down your intertwined arms.

He tilts his head slightly, his voice gentle as he murmurs a pensive, "Did I wake you?" His concern is evident, even in his quiet tone.

You respond with a soft shake of your head, a reassuring smile playing on your lips. "No, not at all," you say, your voice a quiet murmur. "I was drawn in by the smell of what you're making.”

You hold him a little tighter, relishing the warmth of his touch and the comforting rhythm of his work. "I just wanted to watch you for a moment," you add.

Cora chuckles softly, his floured hands leaving gentle imprints on your arms as he turns to face you. With a smooth motion, he lifts you up effortlessly and places you on the counter, so you're closer to his impressive height.

The cool touch of the countertop beneath you is a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands. It’s a bit jarring, sends a shiver down your spine, but before your body can even react, the warmth is returned, this time with a tender touch of his hand to your cheek.

Your heart quickens as he leans in, his gaze tender and full of affection. His touch lingers for a moment before he gently kisses you, a sweet, lingering moment that seems to encapsulate the tranquility of the space around you. 

As the kiss deepens, you feel the gentle pull of his embrace, his other arm wrapping around your waist, holding you close. His arms are strong and secure, keeping you grounded. 

His touch is gentle, his fingers lightly tracing your skin with a feather-like touch, as if you were made of delicate glass. As you gaze up at him, his imposing frame strikes you, a testament to his strength and power—he seems as though he could consume you whole. 

Yet, his warmth and gentleness is a stark contrast to his size, cradling your cheek with a tender caress that chases away any lingering chill; a lighthearted soul nestled within the body of a giant.

You savor the unexpected juxtaposition of his strength and tenderness, feeling completely at ease in his embrace. His lips press against yours once more, with a quiet, lingering passion, leaving you breathless and warm.

His hand shifts from your cheek to the nape of your neck, his touch soothing and secure. You find comfort in his closeness, the rise and fall of his chest calming your own breath. His playful soul shines through in the twinkle of his eyes, an energy that dances between you both.

As he pulls back from the kiss, his smile is gentle, full of affection. He lets out a low, contented hum, and you know he is just as lost in the moment as you are. You stay in his embrace, feeling his hands roam down your back, tracing gentle patterns that make your skin tingle.

Cora leans in closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before murmuring a sweet, quiet, 

"Maybe I should start baking every morning if it means waking up to kisses like that."

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 13: PUBLIC SEX Donquixote Rosinante 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ Hello, Sashi! hear me out: day 13. public/semi public and Rosinante 🤭🤭🤭 (his Devil fruit is literally perfect for it!;) can you please do it for female reader? ty, xo :3 tw: mdni. public sex. usage of df. rough sex and still very sweet. overstimulation. oral. size kink. squirting. impregnation implied. Au where Rosi survived after doffy's bullets. wc: 1,9k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

With a very curious and intelligent boy in the house, Rosinante and you had little time to none for adult loving matters. You were happy, you weren’t worried. But, sometimes you two needed those alone times…

You weren’t leaving little Law alone, of course. Much less having that type of fun with the kid at home even if asleep. However, that night Law had a birthday party at Mr. Wolff’s home. It was Bepo, his best friend’s birthday, who have been living there with his two other friend, Shachi, and Penguin.

Little Law still felt a little scared of human beings that weren’t his friends, so, of course, Rosinante and you walked him all through Swallow Island to get to the party.

Mr Wolff explained to you that he could stay the night if he felt like it, but if not, he promised to give the kids dinner early so that you could pick up Law from his home before midnight.

You were happy and took a leave through the snowy roads that connected your home and Mr. Wolff’s. It was a blessing to find this man who took care of Law while Rosinante recuperated after his encounter with his evil brother Doflamingo.

It was you, who helped your now lover to stay alive for some time until he was able to speak and search Law in the surroundings. After that, and falling in love with Rosinante, the three of you formed a very lovely and humble family. Of course, his real name couldn’t be revealed, as well as Law’s. Both, for the Marine and the Donquixote family had stopped existing that same fatidic night. Thankfully for the three of you, destiny had other plans…

The crunch beneath your feet of icy cold snow reverberates in a lonely path. There weren’t many roads connecting Pleasure Town to the forest where Mr. Wolff lives, nor the outsides where you live. You need to walk at least a couple of miles more to reach your cabin, a very cozy home you two have built.

“It isn’t that cold tonight, right?” you mumble, small talk you didn’t really need as Rosi and you have no problems to stay silent for some time as long as you are next to the other.

“Actually, you are right. Perfect for a dip in the sea” Rosinante jokes, he is always very funny being -sometimes to the point of annoy Law-.

You scoff and hug his huge arm. He smiles, with a smile that’s as beautiful as a sunrise, and places his equally huge hand on your head.

“I love you; you know that?” he whispers, stopping for some seconds, fixing his beautiful tangerine eyes in yours.

You smile sweetly, standing on tippy toes to reach for his lips. You try to give him a peck, but he is messing with you by not bending forward enough for you to do so. Rosinante is way taller than you. - And probably than most of the men around –

“Come on!” you protest, giving little jumps. “What?! You wanna kiss me? What you want from me, woman?!” he laughs. Rosinante is usually very soft and sweet, a caring father and sometimes a little bit of a clown, but he is also a man… a very manly man in private.

You turn around, crossing your arms like a little girl throwing a tantrum. You fix your eyes in the horizon, where the sun is starting to set, and the sky turns orange with litmus and purple hints here and there over the clouds. Even if annoyed at him, not even the scenery can match to the beauty of his soul.

“Baby…” he whispers, bending enough to hug you from behind. “I was just joking… give me a kiss, come on”

“No. You didn’t want it when I gave it to you; now you lost it!” you joke, enjoying the way you are pressing your back against his body.

He stays silent for some seconds until he turns you around rather violently -probably not his intention, but he is still a clumsy man-. Rosinante’s arms lift you up, as he tries not to slip with the snow.

“Give me a kiss. As a Celestial Dragon I demand my tribute!” it is still a little painful for him, but he has learned to accept his past and because of you even joke about it.

“Ah- tribute?! You are crazy, sir. I won’t giv-“ you grunt, but your lips get sealed with his. And your stiffen muscles start to relax as you melt into a very deep kiss of lust and love.

You two probably keep kissing until your lips get swollen and your breathing becomes erratic. There is too much sexual desire accumulated in your bodies that haven’t been released, you are not exactly sure if you are making it to the cabin.

“I was going to wait until we get home… I’ve been thinking about it all week, having the house free for us…” Rosinante murmurs with his lips grazing yours.

“I can’t wait until we get home…” you whisper, hugging him with your legs, allowing your crotch to hit his. He is hard, as much as you are wet. He is needy, as much as you are desperate…

Both look at each other. It’s gonna be a first… having sex in the middle of the road? With snow? Sure, it isn’t a very transited zone, but… what if someone sees you?

“I don’t care. Fuck me here, behind that tree” you point to a bunch of pines behind you.

Corazon, whose pupils contract, and his smile turns to a sexy smirk, doesn’t really say a word but immediately let’s you down for you to walk right behind the tree you chose to be a “covered spot”.

Truth is, it isn’t really a cover for such a big man like Rosinante, but it doesn’t really matter anymore to you.  

Your back hits the log, and his right hand do the same right next to your face. Some old snow falls around you from the branches of the tree, but there is no strong enough cold to overcome the heat of your bodies.

Rosi bends over to kiss you, playing with your breasts as he does. You moan, as his usual clumsy hands -but not during sex- reach for your nipples right in between your winter clothes. He pinches and twists, because he knows how much you love it.

Your hand reaches for his bulging crotch, playing over the white fabric of his jeans. You can feel it in your hands the way it throbs and painfully wishes to scape his pants. Thing, you understand very well, so you proceed to lower the zipper.

Soon you stop the kiss to kneel and free his sex. He is still wearing his clothes, but it’s enough for you to orally pleasure him. Both of your hands aren’t quite enough to cover his whole length, and that’s something you have learnt to take very well.

The tip of your tongue lands on the tip of his dick, making him squirm as you create strings of precum in between you two. Your oral skills are good but definitely better if accompanied by the pumping motions of your hands.

“Fuck…” he grunts.

“Honey, watch your mouth… someone might hear you” you joke, remembering indeed you are right because you are pretty much in public. But not giving a single fuck, as you eat his sex, gagging the more you bob your head.

When Rosinante is able to catch a little bit of air and clear his mind, he softly pulls back from your hair. Shiny lips and a little bit of teary eyes of yours look at him expecting to keep going or getting fucked.

“Stand up so I can scold you for the same reason” he growls. Rosinante’s sexy side is a pleasure not many people had the joy to experience.

You immediately accompany his hair pulling motion to stand up and soon enough he turns you around, pressing your body against the pine log in front of you. Skilfully he pulls down your leggings, just enough to expose your heat for him to penetrate.

“I missed your warmth so much” he purrs in your ear while he crunches enough for his sex to be guided into yours. You, on tippy toes to help with the height different, await his fulfilling length -and width- to stretch you out, so lasciviously.

And just as he slides himself inside of you, with milking spasming walls, and the usual resistance of such a size difference, you whine louder than ever. Thing that might have alerted someone in a cabin a few meters away you hadn’t seen until now.

Dogs barking and a light turning on is what you see in between the rams of a completely unaware -lost in lust- Rosinante.

“Hon-ey… th- there are… nghhh.. there are people there!” you alert him, with great difficulty and moaned speech. You bite your lip, watching in between blurred vision if someone is coming or not.

“I won’t stop fucking you, they won’t find us as long as you don’t make any sound” Rosinante murmurs, almost enjoying the karma for your last commentary.

“But- ngh… fuck, you are stretching me a lot more than al-ways” you whine, sure that given you more of his hip stabs you will burst out.

He scoffs. “Fine… SILENT-“ Rosinante casts his silence spell on you, allowing you to moan without a word to be heard. Thing that, gives him the power of fucking his victim even rougher and without hearing his pleading “stops” -even if you never want him to stop-

You can’t be heard, but you can hear. So, he grabs your face in between his fingers, while has you hugged by your waist. “Look at that old couple, they are looking for the animal that just mewled, but it was just you taking my dick. You wanna show them your face while I do?”

You widen your eyes… apparently the sexual abstinence can do this to a sweet man like him.  You shake your head, because you don’t really desire for two strangers to see you getting fucked in the middle of the public street… or you do?

Rosinante keeps fucking you, moving your body as he wishes, ignoring your “wait I am coming… I can’t-“ pleads coming from your silent voice. You are like a little doll compared to him, and the bulge forming on your lower belly should be considered like a dynamic work of anatomical and sexual art.

You are overstimulated, feeling like your insides are about to explode and the pressure of a very wet orgasm is about to dampen your and his clothes.

You are not very sure where the couple went, you have lost them… and you don’t mind.

Rosinante on the verge of coming too and couldn’t care a less if you want his seed deep inside you… he can’t hear you say no, in any case. You weren’t saying no, either.

“Take my cum, I think we should be ready to give Law a brother or a sister” he moans in your ear, getting even rougher with you as you are almost convulsing around his dick with a silent climax, legs and leggings soaked and nails carving marks on the log in front of you.

He grunts right in your ear, giving you, perhaps, an actual acoustical orgasm. Soon the chill you might have felt because of your juices getting cold are replaced by the flooding warmth of his cum that will have to stay inside of you for as long as you two need to run away…

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO YOUNGSTERS DOING?! SINNERS!” an old man -the same from the closer cabin- appears with a rusty shotgun.

“SORRY SIR!!!” both run away -you silently, though- laughing…

Oh, young love, risky and passionate is there a better type?

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[luxthestrange]

OP Incorrect quotes#32 LAW!?!?-

Teacher!Y/n: Law is going through a faze, at least we hope it's a faze...

Teacher!Corazon: he bolts every chance he gets-

Cue Image of Toddler Law running in different locations

Toddler!Law*Running away with a grin*

Teacher!Corazon*Running after him*Law~

Toddler!Law*Running away from Simeon in a park*

Teacher!Corazon*Walking faster after him* Law!

Toddler!Law*Running away with one of corazon's lighter*

Teacher!Corazon*Running after him more with panic* LAW!?!

Teacher!Corazon: So we had no choice but to put him in a child safety tether

Teacher!Y/n: It's a leash...and we did have a choice

[nicorobinmywife]

op boys getting jealous and protecting you at the club. [GN reader]

Summary: how they react when some perverts bother you at the club.

Characters: Shanks, Corazon and Sanji.

Shanks

Shanks likes to see you having a good time dancing while he sits back with a few drinks.

but when some people start flirting with you, it's time for him to mark his territory.

he wonders why there are still people brave enough to flirt with a yonko's partner.

he just sends all the perverts away from you by using his haki.

Shanks spends the rest of the night with his arm around your waist, just for making sure others see who you belong to.

Corazon

Cora-san was just chilling watching you dancing but some perverts started bothering you.

he uses his devil fruit powers to turn off the music, the whole club stopped to watch a possible fight.

the perverts fear for their lives seeing the tall man in the black feather coat approaching them.

Corazon really was about to scare them away from you but in the process he slipped on the floor and set his own coat on fire, a whole disaster.

he almost hurt himself but at least it worked since you and him got kicked out of the place 😭.

Sanji

Sanji loves to see his partner dancing, he just can't stop praising you, feeling like he's the luckiest man in the club.

however his passionate mood changed when he noticed some perverts thinking they have a chance with you, the way they looked at you like hungry beasts made him furious.

- "excuse me, my dear y/n-san, I'm going to get us some drinks." - Sanji gave you a kiss and left, while you danced distractedly.

taking advantage of the club's shadows and the crowd, Sanji discreetly beat up the perverts.

after sending them away, Sanji came back with his passionate mood and his signature heart-eyes, as if nothing had happened, he goes back to admiring you.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Day 3: Corazon - I Can’t Believe You Hurt Yourself Putting Up the Christmas Decorations

There was one thing everyone knew about Corazon.  That was that he was a clumsy man.  He kept telling you and Law it was just an act, but you didn’t believe him.  As the three of you traveled to find a cure for Law, you decided to rent a cabin for a few weeks, since it was getting cold out.  What made this even better was that it was Christmas time!  With everything going on so bad for Law, you decided that maybe celebrating Christmas as a little family would be nice for everyone, no matter how weird your little family was.

Everything was gathered for this celebration.  The presents were bought and wrapped, the tree was brought home, and the food was bought for the meal.  The only thing left to do was to decorate the tree.  You made it a fun night for you three.  Everyone got to pick out a few ornaments to put on the tree and hang them up where they wanted.  Once the ornaments were on, Corazon put on the lights.  The main reason was because he was like 7ft tall so he could reach the top of the tree.  But in hindsight, it probably wasn’t your best idea.

As he was putting the lights on near the top of the, you noticed his dark feathered coat getting a little too close to the fireplace.  Before you or Law could say anything to him, it already happened.  His coat lit up in flames.  You ran and filled up a pot of water to extinguish the flames.  Sadly, he had already fallen over and the rug, which was now engulfed in flames.  Thankfully, Law was able to help you clean up your boyfriend's mess.

As he sat on the couch, with an icepack on his head and knee.  Law said it was to reduce the swelling.  You decided to go over and ask Corazon if he was okay, but instead you said with a giggle, “I can’t believe you hurt yourself putting up the Christmas decorations.”

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[bas-writes]

Morning Delight

Character: Rosinante Reader: female (cis) Word Count: 2125 CW: chubby reader, smut, explicit n.sfw content, established relationship, morning sex, vaginal fingering & sex, body positivty, body worshipping, marking, praise kink, pet names, creampie, Rosinante is very into Reader's body shape and is not ashamed of it, the fic starts with Rosi groping sleeping Reader a little, but he doesn't do anything sexual until Reader wakes up Synopsis: Unexpected failure of the late Valentine's date forces you and Rosinante stay in bed in conditions far from expected. The situation improves once a glimpse of your body catches your boyfriend's attention. A/N: heeey, @nekomacheercaptain, I'm your pinch hitter for the @onepiece-blorboexchange! I was so happy for this unexpected opportunity when I saw your wishes - I hope I didn't go too wild with the chubby love prompt 🤭 I hope you're going to enjoy your late Valentine's (and bday) gift!

A loud, close thunder strike wakes Rosinante up, his whole body jolting as if lightning has reached him as well. Trained senses quickly click into order, and he stills, silent, only his heart still thrashing in his chest and his lungs too clenched to take a breath. He starts to feel the first call for oxygen when he finally dares to inhale, so slowly, to not make any more noise. Carefully, he adjusts his position, mindful of your body clinging to him with everything you have. Luckily, you’re so deep in your dreams that the bang nor his panicked jump hasn’t interrupted you. He wouldn’t forgive himself, if he cut your rest short.

After all, yesterday was truly an…experience.

Rosinante wasn’t there for you during Valentine's, so he wanted to make it up for you, no matter the cost. He managed to rip a weekend out of his tight schedule and booked a romantic trip to a nearby island, famous for its hot springs and original cuisine. Cruel fate showed its fangs again at him as a massive sea storm blocked your way and forced you to stay on a small, hub island, no way to proceed nor to return. As if it wasn’t already a disaster, your cruise wasn’t the one canceled, way too many people were forced to stay for the town to accommodate them all. He used all the means and connections to get you a decent room but still, you had to spend the night on bed way too small for two people—and especially too small for him. 

It was late at night when you finally collapsed, he’s not sure now for how long, his brain telling him that way too short, his aching limbs quite contrary.

Still worried for your sleep, Rosinante sits up so slowly a snail could outspeed him. Time-worn bed whines loudly under his weight, you mumble something and squirm by his side, nuzzling your face close and throwing a leg over his hips as you curl, looking for warmth. The sight clenches his heart with love and pride, he gently strokes your hair before reaching for a comforter, kicked by one of you on the side. You must have been fidgeting a lot in your sleep, your nightgown is rolled almost over your hips, revealing your plump thighs and ass adorned with fine panties.

Nothing has been dirty in his intentions when he’s reached to touch your bare skin, but the moment Rosinante rests hand on your leg, a sudden rush of blood overtakes his head and groin. With a sharp inhale, fighting against a little squeak of moral dilemma just for a second or two, he gropes your softness, almost groaning at the delicious feel of his fingers sinking into the plump curve. He’s touched you a thousand times already, but even a thousand more wouldn’t get him bored with this sensation, with the thrill of caressing your body. Gentler than a feather, he traces the line of your hip, toys with the hem of your panties, just to feel their texture, before making up his mind and letting himself wander under your nightgown. His head is almost splitting under the waves of lust, but he doesn’t grope you, doesn’t try to sate the hunger, just indulges himself with your warmth and smoothness, almost unintentionally guiding you to press closer to him. 

He’s not taking, he wouldn’t dare, but the intense twitch in his boxers is nearly beginning for waking you up, the temptation to do so stronger than nicotine craving slowly darting its head. He wouldn’t dare to either, but luckily for him, his touch doesn’t remain unnoticed. Loud noises and harsh moves weren’t enough for you, but his gentle, warm hands have grasped your attention. 

Mewling softly, you open your eyes a little and smile at him with the very corner of your lips.

“Mnnn, what time is it?” You coo, clinging to him, not without a shiver. In the heat of the moment Rosi forgot about the comforter.

“Who knows.” He returns the smile and kisses the top of your head. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Just a little.”

With a yawn, you roll on back and stretch, no shame in your disheveled state. Rosinante swallows audibly, the view of your breasts, still trapped with fine fabric, taking such a delicious shape turns his mind into a stream of lust-filled images. He’s on the very edge of snapping, but he keeps himself in check, just the hand he still keeps on your stomach clenches, unawares. Ashamed of himself, he immediately withdraws, already opening mouth to apologize, just to meet your amused, heat-gleaming gaze.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You yawn in such an adorable way he melts a little at the sight. “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”

“Am I being a bad boyfriend for worrying about your consent?” He snorts, but stops in his tracks, the beast in him perking its head with huge interest once you’re awake and willing.

“Keep touching me, Rosi.”

He almost groans just at the blessed sound of your voice.

His hands are trembling impatiently as he’s touching you with intent, his rough fingers no longer-feather like. Somehow balancing on the bed way too little, he maneuvers himself between your legs and spreads them open, relishing the view of your plump body ready and waiting for him. His gaze flicks to your face only once before resting, thirsty and impatient, on your thick, soft thighs, nestled deliciously in his huge hands. 

“Turn the light on,” he rasps, his voice even lower than usual. “I want to see everything.”

Aa soon as you follow his request, Rosinante dives into you, no more second lost on dwelling. The softness of your thighs is intoxicating around him; he licks and tastes, soon starts nibbling on their inner sides, switching from one leg to another—in this haze of lust unable to decide on one. When he finally settles on one place, he can’t control himself and immediately goes for a bite, harsher than his favorite love-nibbles. You mewl and budge in his hold, your reaction only stirring him on, prompting him to suck, to mark you with a hickey.

“Hey, babygirl,” he groans against your skin, his lust-heavy gaze piercing you to the core of your soul. “I might not be gentle. If you wanna stop—”

You tangle your fingers in his soft locks, pull, and scratch his scalp: a permission stronger and louder than words. Rosinante smiles at your desperation, his breath fanes over the wet spot on your panties, but he has different plans than just sating his hunger with your juices. Following his favorite trail of softness, he adorns your curves and rolls with wet kisses, here and there stopping to bite or suck. Little does he care about anything else, but your sounds of pleasure and heavier breath are like a sweet melody for his ears, a gallon of gasoline poured over the already crazy fire of his lust.

He stops just to adjust his position and looks at you over abdomen, his smile as desire-heavy as warm as sunshine. In a moment of weakness, of hesitation under the weight of his gaze, you cover your stomach with your hands. He pushes them away, gently, but leaving no doubt in what he wants. 

“Don’t.” His eyes gleam with lust as he stares at your stretch marks. “I said I wanna see everything.”

Peeling you out of the nightgown, Rosinante is almost shaking with need and impatience. He squeezes your love handles before setting a firm grasp on your waist—and leaning in to kiss every stretch mark he sees. He’s gentler but still impatient, hurrying to take more, but not wanting to miss a single spot. You squirm under him and mewl, but don’t push him away, so his hold only tightens as he worships you as he pleases, murmuring sweet praises and horny nothings between hasty licks and kisses. 

By the time he finally reaches your breasts, he’s so hard he fears he might explode any moment. Yet, he still wants to taste more.

Hovering over you on straight arms, Rosinante studies your heated, messy state with pride. His selfish exploration hasn’t come to waste: you’re boiling as hard as him, already reaching out to him as the little, embarrassed hesitation has been crushed, leaving you only starved of more attention. He doesn’t leave you waiting, already lowering down, licking at your perked nipple, sturdy hand sneaking to your panties and sliding them out of sight before he finally touches you.

With a moan of his name, you jerk your hips as he slides a finger in.

“Shhh, I got you,’’ he coos, his breath ghosting over your breast. “What a good girl you are, so wet for me…”

Rosinante muffles his own moans with your nipple, sucking it harshly as your hot juices drip down his hand, nearly tearing him apart with lust. He’s not ashamed of his needy sounds, but now he wants to hear only you, only your sweet voice begging him for more as you impatiently claw at his arms and wiggle, trying to get his fingers deeper. Feeling your chubby body twitching and spasming, your softness pressing to him and sensually flowing with each move and breath, is worth every second of torture he has to pass through, denying himself the hot embrace of your pussy. Instead, he dry humps into the mattress, trying to claim at least this little friction as he feasts on you. It’s not enough to sate him—but enough to prolong the waiting.

“Rosi…” You cry out, louder, enough to finally grasp his attention and pull him away from your breast. “Please…”

There’s as much he can handle, the sweet desperation in your voice, the pleading in your lust-clouded eyes finally make him snap.

Just freeing his hard-rock, twitching cock from his boxers is enough for Rosinante to groan with relief. Giving himself a few pumps with the slick-tainted hand and pressing one of your legs open wider, he lines himself up and slides into you slowly, more slowly than he thought he’s capable of. 

The intoxicating, tight heat almost has him cumming on spot. Hissing your name, he stills and waits for the traitorous wave to pass, the hand on your thigh squeezing so hard he’s marking you with bruises.

“Rosi…” You beg again, the sheer width of his cock rolling your eyes back. 

“Just a moment, babygirl,” he closes his and slides himself a bit more. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, so good for me…”

He’s not going to last long, he’s aware of it; one look at your plump body flowing with his thrusts will send him over the edge. But he can’t stop himself once he’s stolen the first thrust, his hips betraying him faster than his thoughts can stop them. Holding on to your thigh desperately, Rosinante rubs your clit to somehow make it up for the stuttering rhythm, to bring you to the high before his resistance finally fades.

“I love you so much,” he groans through clenched teeth, lust-clouded eyes roaming over your jiggling curves and rolls. “You’re so beautiful, so sexy…”

Even his words stutter and melt into moans, but with a few harsh circles he pushes you over the edge just on time, the tight clench of your pussy immediately throwing him into orgasm. He thrusts into you harder, spilling himself deep in you with a guttural, feral groan. 

And almost immediately he slumps into the bed, at the very last moment scooping you to the side, saving you from being crushed by his big, heavy body.

The storm stills together with your bodies and breaths. By the time you both come to your senses the first, shy rays of sunshine break through the clouds, indicating that indeed the morning has come. Rosinante cradles you close to his chest, mindlessly traces your love handles with a blissful, blushy smile on his face. 

“Sorry for the mess.” He runs fingers of the free hand through his sweaty hair and chuckles, a bit embarrassed. “When I see you like that… Gods, I love your body.”

You hum in response, clearly tired and still sleepy. 

“Get some rest,” he kisses your bare shoulder and starts to lean towards the side of bed, just to be pulled back by your arm, hooked around his middle.

“Stay.” Eyes barely open, you pout at him. Sight, again, making him weak and melting.

“But just fifteen minutes.” He joins you back, replacing the comforter with the warmth of his own body, curling you into his beloved little spoon right against his chest. “I really need a cigarette.”

[shankschewtoy]

a/n - @countingsheepboi had the idea and now I’m gonna do a part two bec these are funny >:)

Warnings ⚠️ - chaotic g/n reader, crack-ish

Opposites attract p2

- he’s never wanted to cry from stress until now

- he could be just talking to one of his siblings for one second, and when he turns around, you’re gone

- you enjoy messing with him by hanging onto his back so he can never find you until he either uses haki or you scare the absolute shit out of him

- will go to brulee for advice

- he’s the only thing keeping you alive, and you’re singlehandedly shortening his lifespan

- “KURI! Look at this cute mushroom! It’s so small-!” You said, poking the spotted little plant

- it was so squishy and adorable that you decided to stick the whole thing in your mouth to see if it tasted good

- tasted like shit mixed with tree sap

- you choked on it lmao 😭

- “Y/n did you swallow it??”

- whats the ginormous mochi man wearing platform boots with spurs gonna do-?! (as you can see I love his boots a lot lmao)

- he doesn’t want to hurt you but he also doesn’t want you to keep choking so he’s trying to pat your back with two of his fingers gently

- it still hurt

- he swore he could’ve fainted at some point from anxiety

- you’ve unfortunately introduced him to panic attacks

- cannot sleep without knowing you’re in bed, ok, not eating poisonous things, and that you’re not hurt

- yes he’s stressed now, but you’re the only thing that makes him happy

- and so fucking stressed at the same time

- joins therapy with smoker

- he’s already stressed, and now he’s more stressed

- requires screaming into a pillow every once in a while to blow off some steam

- will make bepo or shachi or even Penguin watch over you

- almost every time you manage to magically disappear

- “CAPTAIN Y/N’S GONE-!”

- the amount of energy and effort it’s taking him not to scream is amazing

- he needs to get you a rope for you to hold onto like a kindergartner lmao

- before he even gets to say a word about his plan you’re already beating people’s asses with no second thoughts

- a little part of him becomes more depressed every single time you rush on ahead

- spends all his time on these plans 😭

- inside he secretly appreciates it when you bring over a marine that’s been beaten up by you with a smile

- makes him happy :)

- you’re so thoughtful and he loves that 🙃

- he’s clumsy enough already 💀

- he ends up setting you on fire as well sometimes

- nooo but his devilfruit with your abilities is so overpowered 😭

- no sound is made when you literally rush in and beat every single person up inside the room while Corazon throws a grenade inside when you’re done

- y’all have the epic moment of walking away from the explosion

- and then his coat catches on fire

- will be by your side whenever you need

- you’re the one who’s dragging him along by his coat into danger because he can’t run a single minute without falling

- imagine seeing a 9’7 man getting dragged by someone half his size 💀

- doffy will always be confused as to how you two got together

- 10 year old law is even more stressed now

- poor kid is surrounded by clumsy reckless people lol

- Cora is the type of guy who would run into danger without thinking just because you were right next to him :)

- he didn’t know wtf to do when you ate something poisonous

- “Y/N-! OH GOD- UH- CAN YOU THROW UP?! LAW WHAT DO I DO-?!”

- he is freaking out

- started sobbing thinking you were gonna die, “Y/N I LOVE YOU SO MUCH-“

- “CORA-SAN Y/N’S FINE SHUT UP!”

- he’s now crying out of happiness while suffocating law in a hug

- I think he sobbed for a solid hour straight into poor law’s ears

a/n - poor katakuri :’)

[sexydoffyman]

Ooh I loved your autistic masc hcs! Can I request that for Rosinante?

AUTISTIC READER HCS

genre: fluff

word count: 256

A/N: Even tho I liked the request I really had to force myself to write it.🦕 I am in indescribable pain.

-Tries to help you stay in your routine. (fails)

-His feathered coat is the perfect distraction for you.

-Will teach you how to do his makeup. Later he will make it a part of your routine.

-Keeps you entertained with his clumsiness.

-It's hilarious to watch him fall all the time.

-He usually doesn't know what to do when you are too overwhelmed, but he has learned from experience.

-If you are obsessed with something that involves you doing some activity, he makes sure that you know he's paying attention.

-He follows you around to make sure that he will be the one dealing with assholes.

SEEKS TOUCH

-Uses his height to his advantage.

-He wraps you in his coat and lifts you off the ground.

-He would definitely pick you up to hug you.

-When you look even a little bit tired, that is the only thing Corazon needs to see to have a cuddling session with you.

-Hugs you from your side.

-He plays finger fights with you. (Yes, he would win just because of his hand size, but he lets you win)

-He loves to grab your arms since they look so adorable in his.

AVOIDS TOUCH

-He instantly switches from physical touch to quality time.

-If anyone forces you into a hug, he will be breaking their bones.

-You don't sleep in the same bed, but his bed is right next to yours. He will also have the need to tuck you in every night. (Making sure he only touches the sheets)

[dontknowplshelp]

How One Piece characters would treat their crush pt.2

-> with Law, Corazon, Smoker & Ace

part 1

Corazon

gives you silly smiles all the time

tries his best to look cool around you🥺

but is more clumsy than usual

(good thing that u always thinks he’s cool)

gifts you flowers he found on his way

they reminded him of you

he would even stop smoking if you asked him, he respects you a lot and treats you like the queen/king you are <3

talks about you 24/7

law probably couldn’t take it anymore and confessed to you in his place

Law

doesn’t show it

but he’s softer when u r around

yk wouldn’t treat you like an idiot, you’ve gained his respect after all

wants to know your personal opinion on important matters

if anyone ever asks him what he thinks of you, would tell them that your just a normal person bla bla

but thinks about the question for a reaaally long time, it probably keeps him up at nights

sometimes even gives you compliments on your work

but never on your look bcs that doesn’t matter to him

(would still think about ur cuteness tho)

Smoker

gives you harder works than the others

it’s not bcs he wants to punish you, he just knows you’re able to do more

pls don’t be mad if he gets louder sometimes, he doesn’t know what to do with these feelings

would ask tashigi for advises

if she asks who they’re for, he says for a friend

tries his best to be nice and follow her tips but they just seem unnatural

you think that he hates you bcs he doesn’t treat you like the others

has to confess to clear up the misunderstanding

Ace

tries to be with you 24/7

clingy af

TALKS NONSTOP , with & about you

always smiling and blushing

randomly squeezes your cheeks, he just thinks you’re adorable

wants to look cool and protects you from everything, even if it’s just a small bug

wants you to try all the things he gets excited about

tells you about his brothers & his dreams for the future (wants you in it)

everyone already noticed and if you didn’t... pls let your brain get checked

either stays up late to talk to you or stands up early to wake you up

HES JUST ADORABLE OK-

[sugxrslushy]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴠɪ || ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

🩸ᴀ/ɴ: requested by @riseofdraven <33 always lots of fun to write Cora, I hope you enjoy!!

🩸ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ: NSFW MINORS DNI//Corazon x fem!reader//warnings: overstimulation, praise, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving)

Corazon always found himself most content around you. Whether it was simple and mundane things such as taking a nap together, sprawled out in the bed and tangled in each other’s embraces, or navigating the kitchen together with a new recipe, flour spilled and too many dropped pans but you both were laughing too hard to care all that much. He was always so happy around, content to the full.

He was especially content when he was settled between your legs, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you and he’d barely even started to use his mouth. Deft fingers pumped in and out of your wet core, thrusting into the slick mess your pussy was, becoming messier with every shuddering orgasm he pulled out of you.

You thanked the heavens for his devil fruit, your throat already raw from the cries you couldn’t contain and Corazon didn’t seem like he was doing much better, rambling on about his love for you and showering you with praise. He’d been talking ever since he’d caught an eyeful of your bare form, it was like a flood gate had been opened and it was all he could talk about.

“I love listening to you cry for me, so pretty.” He places light kisses up your trembling thigh, rubbing soothing circles in your skin to calm you down from another orgasm. Your breaths were shuddering in your lungs and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes but Corazon’s sappy words were an anchor pulling you back down to earth. “Just listen to my voice love, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

You jolt sharply when his lips press a kiss to your clit, oversensitive and aching from his incessant touches. “I’ve got you darling.”  His scarred hands grip at your thighs, prying them back open so he could wiggle his way back in between them. Dark eyes peered up at you with a glimmering look of absolute adoration in his irises. “Can I make you cum again? You look so pretty each time I just can’t resist it.” He kisses your thighs, alternating between the two and leaving dark lipstick marks as he waits for an answer.

Taking in a shaky breath, you reply with a stuttered “yes” and it’s all he needs before his mouth is on you. It’s so gentle at first, tiny licks at your clit just to test how you react. You tense up, oversensitive and overstimulated but it’s exactly what he wants. He’s drinking up your loud whines and how your body keeps jolting at his touch, wrapping his arms around your thighs tighter to drag you against his mouth. 

“Cora!” You shriek when he licks a broad stripe up your cunt, savoring the taste of your juices on his tongue then diving back in for more. Your body is confused between choosing to push him away or pull him in, legs wrapping tight around but your hands are clawing at the sheets. The pleasure is making your vision blurry.

“You always taste so delicious.” He pants open mouthed against your cunt, juices smeared across his face and messing up his carefully applied makeup but your abdomen stirred at the sight. His fingers prod gently at your entrance, slipping in and aided by your slickness. You wanted him to split you open on his cock but he adored taking his time with you, every little second was savored by him.

“Mmf, want to taste you.” You moan out, muffled by your drool covered pillow. You wanted to make him feel the same way he was making you feel, and a break from the constant mind numbing pleasure sounded nice. 

A blush spreads across his face as he peeks up at you from between his legs, eyes sparkling with that familiar look. “I’m not done with you yet.” He laughs and is on you once again, licking and sucking at your clit with fever and the uncontrollable shaking of your body is back. 

You feel like you’re balancing on a tightrope between pain and pleasure, the stimulation on your clit too much but also not enough at the same time. Your eyes roll but when you feel the familiar build up forming in your gut, squirming and tensing up more and more by the second. His fingers are pumping in and out of you faster, the slick and obscene sound filling the little bubble as you moan just as loud.

Your toes curl and you tear at the sheets, Corazon’s tongue joining his fingers to circle your clit then his red painted lips wrap around the little button to suck and your vision goes white. The orgasm is hot in your veins, making the shakes vibrate through your whole body and you want to curl up on the bed. Tears are rolling down your face and you hiccup out little moans.

His eyes are wide, gleaming, as he stares at you open mouthed. The look is back in his eye, silently begging for more and you knew you would never be one to deny it. His fingers start up again, a gentle push and pull building up more and more as he searches for another orgasm from you.

Insatiable. He was insatiable.

[oneprompt]

Hi hi! Is it okay if I request prompt 12. (“ Is that your lipstick on ___ ? “) with Corazon? Gn reader if possible! Thanks a bunch and take care! :)

authors note : of course ! this prompt is so cute with cora , awee .. please enjoy <3

Corazon x Gn! Reader : “ Is that your lipstick on Y/n ? “

“Rosiii, cut it out...” You giggled warmly, fingers tapping against your husbands arms that were locked around your waist. You couldn’t help but laugh, the kisses tickling you, especially the ones Corazon planted on your neck and jawline.

He smiled brightly against your cheek, leaving a kiss on your right cheek. “Why? You’re so sweet, i can’t stop.” Corazon pulled away briefly, taking time to look at the work he left upon you. “And red looks amazing on you,” he blushed, finally noticing how much he had been kissing you. Your beautiful skin was dotted with lip marks, his lipstick highlighting the affections he gave to you. Surely, Corazon’s kisses could show not just you, but everyone how much he loved you! Catching your lover off guard, you have Corazon a soft peck on the lips. He wasn’t the only one who could give kisses, and you took pride in proving that. You kissed his jawline, lightly smearing the residue of his lipgloss onto his own pale flesh. You caressed his chest as you kissed at him, Corazon continuing to sneak kisses onto you everytime you pulled away from him.

“Cora-san, do we have any crackers left?” Your child wandered into the room, his dead eyes glued firmly on you both. Law scowled at the sight of you both, limbs entangled in an embrace. Jeez... you two couldn’t keep off of each other, even a seven year old could muster the will to cringe at such a thing.

You and Corazon looked down at your son, immediately letting go of each other. You immediately composed yourself, clearly forgetting of the kiss marks your beloved left on you. You smiled at Law, nodding your head happily.

“Mhm! We still have animal crackers, i think... You like those, right? The little bear ones?” You spoke with a smile, but your cheeks remained flushed from being caught acting like a total high school couple with your grown husband. Law stared at you, squinting his eyes harshly. Lord, nobody ever made you feel so judged more then your own child...

“They’re called teddy grams.” Law corrected before pointing at your face. “Why is Cora-sans ugly lipstick on your tired looking face?” You and your husband released an overdramatic gasp, perfectly in sync of one another.

“Tired looking!?”

“U-ugly!?”

Law waddled out of the room, now having the information he needed, as well as being a complete bulldozer on his parents personal moment. You two stood there, dumb founded. How on earth could a child be so hurtful? You and Corazon traded glances, both clearly unsure on what to do. Maybe being apart of Doflamingo’s crew was easier then adopting and raising a child like Law... Neither you, or your husband had any back bone to lecture him. I mean, Law was just naturally a blunt kid... You were certain of that.

“Soo...” Corazon dragged out, looking around the room. Would it be awkward to go back to making out with eachothers faces after that? He couldn’t help but wonder... “Wanna go back to kissing...?” He mumbled, face going as pink as his shirt. God, that child knew how to create an uncomfortable aura...!

You couldn’t help but smile, giving your husband a coy look. I mean, Law had his crackers now. There was no reason to not go back to his kissing, you two wouldn’t be bothered until dinner time.

“I’d love to,” You chuckled at Corazon’s excited expression. You rested your hands on his heated cheeks, giving him a small kiss on the lips. In just a kiss, the event from just moments ago was discarded from your thoughts. Now, all you could think about was Corazon and his lips. You repeatedly kissed him, mostly just leaving small ones on his lips but you occasionally dived in for a more longer and intimate kiss, one that would leave a euphoric feeling behind on the two of you. Your hands slipped from his cheeks, returning to his chest, just the way they had been earlier.

Corazon left kiss marks over ones that had existed from the moment prior. He layered the marks, making the ruby red colour truly stand out. You laughed softly, leaning against him as he left kisses along your throat.

“Oh, Rosi.. My cutiee,” you grinned in bliss, fingers hooking onto his shirts buttons. “Could we go to the b—,” Alas, Corazon would never get to accept that invitation, let alone would he ever get to hear it.

The door whipped open once again, Law following suite. And once again, you and Corazon were deathly embarrassed. Hell, even a part of Corazon was frustrated at the sudden cut off.

“Y/n, our shows on!” Law stated, staring up at you. Your mouth turned into an excited o shape, immediately letting go of your husband.

“The frog one? Oh! The season two finales tonight, Law...! We have to get ready,” You quickly rushed over to your son. “Just let me clean up my face and we can watch it!” You held your son close to your side, much to his dismay. You turned your head back to look at your husband, who had a frown on his face. You waved your hand to him, “come watch! We can all have a cuddle puddle,” you beamed, despite your sons groan of protest. Corazon thought.

Corazon left the room with you and Law, holding a tissue to clean your face with in the TV room. “What’s it about, you two?” He asked curiously, licking the tissue before wiping away at the red stains on your cheek.

“Well! A group of girls get taken to a new world and-,” You started to explain before Law huffed.

“He has to find out himself! We’re watching from episode one to tonights episode for Cora-san’s sake...!”

Corazon smiled happily at the two of you, patting both you and his son on the head with his sizeable hands.

“I’m excited!”

[sashi-ya]

donquixote rosinante x gn! reader tw: none. au: cora is still alive, living at dressrosa with doffy. wc: 505

DEWDROPS. Whenever there was pain, whenever there was sadness running through the fields of Dressrosa always made you smile. But the sunflowers were hidden tonight, and the sun hadn’t give those beautiful sunshine lovers enough to be in full bloom. You sit in between them, whose desperate attempts for energy forced to rely on the others. Faced one to the other, each of them having a couple to share what was left of vitality. And while there, you feel as if you would never have your other sunflower. Living in the castle made you sad. Serving Doffy, even more. It was that or becoming a forgotten rag doll… somehow, the rag doll alternative didn’t seem so bad anymore.  Some little tears pooled in your eyes, and a big sigh coming from your mouth, moved the green -now tinted in blueish and silver moonlight- leaves. It made a drop of dew touch your leg; it’s cold, but it caught your attention… always flashed by the beauty of wild big yellow flowers, you never noticed the silent little drops of water on top of their leaves. You come closer, touching one of those with extreme caution. You don’t want for the little droplets to slide off the leave. And for some reason, you smile. Those were interesting to look at, especially at the way they reflected the moon and your face despite being that tiny… “Are your leaves crying, dear sunflower?”. A sudden face appeared on the reflection; blonde, beautiful, silent. You jumped, as you weren’t expecting someone else to be right behind you. “Oi, oi. Are you ok?” he asks, grabbing you as you fall back in your desperate attempt to stand up. Your eyes, as wide as a sunflower, open in big surprise. “You- you can speak?” you gasp, noticing the man you thought to be a mute -or all of you, for that matter- happened to be talking to you. Rosinante covered his lipstick drawn lips with his hands. He realized he had committed a silly mistake. But had he really? Always silent, to you, Doffy’s brother has always been like the dew drops. A beauty worth reflecting a whole sky, but always so unnoticed. “Don’t tell Doffy, yeah?” he pleads, sitting right by your side. “But why are you so sad?”. You smile, softly. Of course you wouldn’t tell him. “I – I won’t tell him. I’m… I don’t like this life” you murmur, unsure. Should you tell this man, that’s Doffy’s brother and a prince of the castle you live and work in, the true?. “I don’t like this life either, would you mind if I share the feeling tonight sitting by your side?” he asks, with a smile as bright as the sun itself. Somehow, the warmth of it suddenly made you feel reenergized. You smile back, nodding. In silence, you thought that maybe you had found the sunflower you were hoping for, this night and the following ones. Even if he would reflect, in the dark, all of what you are… ~

[cyborg-franky]

Hello my darling, for your summer prompts Can I have 2 or 10 from the what are we list with Corazon or Buggy please?

Yesss my beloved <3

Cora x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 590

You’d been friends with Rosi since the academy days, training side by side, sweating and crying next to one another. Always having one another's backs through it all. Best friends, inseparable for years. You both ranked up at the same time, so many people would tease you both about being close and every time you’d both mumbled, noncommittal replies and dismissive headshakes.

It wasn’t long until you were being sent on missions together, and you trusted each other with your lives. Hand in hand no matter what. So when you were shot in the leg he risked his life to get to you, dodging the hail of bullets from the pirates you’d been tracking, the mission had more danger than expected, more trouble than originally briefed.

You watched as he rolled behind the cover, a small wall to make sure you were okay. You winced and grabbed your leg where the red seeped through your uniform. “Don’t worry, I’ll get us both out of this.” His smile was bright despite how the bullets hit the wall, spitting dust and rubble over you both.

He coughed and grabbed his rifle, finding a hole in the wall, he saw how many pirates were there. He sighed and leaned on the wall, you could tell he was calculating everything, you did trust him, he was smarter and more cunning than anyone at the base would give him credit for.

“I’m going to use my power and we are going to sneak out, okay?” You nodded, hands still clutched to your wound. He ripped off his neck scarf, wrapping it around your leg and applying pressure before he snapped his fingers, silence around you both. No longer able to hear the rapid gunfire, your ears had a chance to recover from the ringing as he picked you up. 

“Shoot that wall over there for me,” He ordered and you picked up your pistol, doing as he asked. It seemed to get the pirates' attention, enough for you to sneak away.

—

“Fuuuck,” You whined when he set you on the creaky bed in the rundown safe house. “It’s fine, I got this,” Rosi mumbled and got out the first aid kit. He treated you, he was as gentle as he could be as he took out the bullet, and cleaned your wound before wrapping it.

“Hold,” 

You felt your fingers brush his and you chuckled when he paused at the contact. “What are we?” You said playfully as he tightened the dressing, still looking at you, a blush across his cheeks as he stumbled over his words.

"You know what we are. you just want to hear me say it." Even with his deep voice, the words came out in a whisper. You chewed your bottom lip, your heart was racing.

“I guess I know, I think I’ve always known, we just didn’t… label it..” you said leaning forward, he knelt on the floor in front of you, trembling hands cupping your cheeks, your hands rested on his, keeping them against your flushed skin.

Both leaning in, lips meeting, your first kiss ever.

“I guess everyone was right..” Rosi sighed, running a hand through messy hair as you beamed at him, you couldn't be happier. “This was worth getting shot.” You joked and he rolled his eyes but the smile never left his face.

[nicorobinmywife]

Rosinante Corazon being your boyfriend

Summary: headcanons of Cora-san being your boyfriend and your relationship with him. GN S/O Reader.

Request by: @kittiskindatired

he would be a goofy boyfriend, making you laugh with his silly personality

very protective of you, especially when his evil brother Doflamingo is around.

you always help him when he accidentally burns himself when he goes to light his cigarettes, loves how you always take care of him.

little trafalgar d. law likes to be close to you two but sometimes he gets annoyed and says "okay we all get it, you two love each other!"

he uses his powers to silently come up to you and give you surprise hugs and kisses

[theogonies]

Skating Lessons

characters | donquixote rosinante x g/n marine!reader

tags | friends to lovers, hurt/comfort

word count | 1.4k

content warnings | n/a, just sfw fluff

winter holiday event masterpost

When Rosinante first invited you out to go ice skating, you thought it was a joke.

Not because he was the type to do something so cruel–quite the opposite, really, you’d always known him as something of a gentle giant. There was just something a little absurd in the idea that, of all of the ways he could spend his shore leave, the clumsiest man on base wanted to take you to an ice skating rink.

You spent the night after he asked you out tossing and turning, trying to figure out the best course of action. Politely turn him down? But you did like him, and he didn’t seem like the type to keep pursuing someone after a rejection. Try to steer him away from the rink for coffees or a comfortable, seated sleigh ride? What if you injured his pride?

Eventually, you decided that the best choice was to go along with it and see what the night had in store for you. Maybe all that anxiety and clumsiness would vanish on the ice, like he spent all those years you knew each other hiding something graceful and elegant inside of him, waiting for the right opportunity to show it off.

He meets you at the entrance of the park that’s hosting the skating rink, and as you take in his cozy-looking knit sweater and hat flecked with snowflakes, you realize suddenly that after spending so long working alongside each other, you’ve hardly ever seen him out of uniform.

“Hey, (y/n),” he greets you. “I’m glad you showed up.”

“What, you thought I wouldn’t?” you ask, playfully bumping your shoulder against his arm. “Tsk. Can’t believe you think so low of me.”

“Not like that,” Rosinante glances away from you, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just meant–I’m happy to see you.”

“I’m just teasing,” you reassure him with a smile. “I’m happy to be here. It’s not often we get time off duty in such a pretty town.”

You’d hoped to prolong the inevitable disaster that Rosinante-in-ice-skates was sure to be just a little bit longer, but no such luck. He just gives an anxiously tight-lipped nod in response and tips his head in the direction of the rink.

“Shall we?”

Fortunately, it seems like your predictions may have been correct; he really comes into his own once the two of you are on the ice. It takes him a moment to get used to the skates, but as soon as he does, he offers a balancing arm to you.

“So gentlemanly,” you coo, earning a flustered laugh in return.

When you loop your arm around his, at first it just throws you both off balance. You wobble back and forth, and for a moment, you’re sure that you’re going to fall. The ice is so slippery, and Rosinante’s height throws the two of you even more off kilter as he slips back and forth.

But then, suddenly, miraculously, he catches himself.

It takes you a moment to get your own bearings, but it’s much easier now that you can lean on him, standing firm and strong beside you. Once you don’t feel like you’re in immediate danger of spilling over anymore, you look up at him and he smiles, seeming much more relaxed than before.

“Ready?”

You nod. “Ready.”

It’s not that he’s graceful on the ice, not exactly. At the end of the day, Rosinante is still a gangly, ten-foot beast of a man. But he moves much more confidently here than on dry land, sliding from one side to another, always steady and ready for you when you slip and find yourself needing something to lean on.

“I have to admit, I was nervous,” you say, looking up at his face just in time to catch him glancing away like he was embarrassed to be caught staring. “But I’m enjoying myself.”

“I’m glad,” he says sincerely as he guides you past another couple who are struggling to get their bearings on the ice. “We’ve worked together so long that… I mean, I was nervous too. I didn’t want to ruin things. It’s worth it, though. To see you like this.”

“Totally. You’re so different when you’re not all…” You press your hand against your forehead in a mock salute, earning a laugh from Rosinante.

“In a good way, I hope.”

“The best way,” you promise, tugging on his elbow to slide closer to him until he can wrap his arm around your shoulders as the two of you slowly but surely glide around the rink. “I thought you were a little scary when I first enlisted, to be honest. You seemed so serious. But you’re just a big softie at heart, huh?”

He takes a while to respond, long enough that you’re worried you’ve said something to offend him. But then he looks down at you, flushed, and says, “I’m not so sure of that. But I’m glad you think so.”

Despite how long you’ve known him and his gentle nature at this point, there’s still something so insecure and worried in his eyes that you feel the need to set things straight.

“You don’t need to be sure,” you say dismissively. “I am. Remember when you set those escaped slaves free instead of turning them in? Or all the times you’ve turned pirate loot over to civilians instead of HQ? Even the way you’re always leaning down to hear us or make yourself look small. You’re so soft-spoken and gentle. It’s what I like about–”

It’s at that moment when Rosinante inevitably spills face forward onto the ice.

It takes you a moment to process what’s happened. Thankfully, he managed to drag his arm from your grip just in time to keep you from falling, but as he struggles to his knees, you realize that there’s blood on the ice.

“Oh my god, are you–”

“I’m sorry,” he says mournfully, wiping blood from his nose. “I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him as you slowly help him to his feet. “But let’s get you back to dry land, okay?”

After collecting some tissues from one of the rink attendants, you make your way to a park bench, sheltered from the snow by a small awning, and dab at Rosinante’s face until the blood stops flowing from his nose. It’s not broken, thankfully, just a nosebleed, but face to face as you are, you can see that he’s a bit teary eyed.

“Does it hurt?” you ask gently, dabbing the last traces of red from his face.

“Not really,” he says hesitantly, then, rethinking his answer. “A bit. Mostly I just feel bad.”

“Why?” You can’t help but giggle a little at the absurdity of it. “You’re the one who’s hurt.”

He glances away from you anxiously. “I wanted it to be perfect. But now you’re spending your shore leave taking care–”

“Shh,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder. “I just wanted to spend time with you.”

“Oh.” He seems genuinely surprised at the idea. “I–oh.”

After a moment of quiet, you let your curiosity get the better of you.

“I have to ask. Why ice skating? It seems… Risky.”

Rosinante takes another long moment to answer.

“Like I said, I wanted things to be perfect for you. And this, well… it seemed so romantic.”

“Oh, Rosi,” you say, taking his hand. It feels so familiar to use his nickname on the first date, but then, you’ve known him for so long, there’s nothing wrong with that, is there? “Romance is about the people you’re with.”

“...I don’t do this kind of thing much,” he admits, squeezing your hand tightly. “But I think you might be right.”

“Think?” you tease, lifting your head to look back up at him. “Well, I think I can prove it to you. C’mere.”

He doesn’t pick up on what you mean right away, so you tug at one of the tassels on his hat, which finally seems to give him the message. There’s something a little ungainly but cute in the way he wipes his palms on his knees before bending over to kiss you.

Rosinante’s lips are ice cold at first, but it doesn’t take long for the two of you to warm each other up, melting into each other on the park bench as snow falls all around you, dusting the grass in white. When you pull away from each other, he tenderly cups your face in his big palms, his expression equal parts terror and adoration.

“So?” you smile. “Believe me yet?”

“I don’t know,” he says, but he sounds less unsure and more playful than before. “I think I need you to demonstrate that again.”