#donquixote rosinante x reader

[laidenbreecatchall]

Thinking of a Corazon x reader where Cora gets 1000x more clumsy around the reader which ensues in very wacky hijinks and unexpected close contact. Often times when he falls almost directly on the reader he just gets up and leaves leaving the reader like 🤨??? Lots of one-sided pining of Rosi and a very dense reader who is also just as smitten but much more subtle.

[rosinantecigarettes]

★ ★ WHAT IS LOVE? ★ ★

what's real love for them. (ft. sanji, law and corazon). part 1/?

content warning: plus sized!reader. mentions of younger law in cora's part. proofread. partially nsfw. size difference. blowjob. overstimulation. cunnilingus. cockwarming. slight belly bulge. slight praise kink.

a.n: my first post! I'm afraid ngl, but I really hope yall like it. Idk why i took so fckn long tho??? I was really lazy I'm sorry sbehwjsvwga

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

when you care about the little things about him, remembering things he told weeks, even months ago. letting him know you hear and pay attention to everything he says.

when you take him off the kitchen, forcing him to rest, he'll ''complain'' about it, but he's so grateful and head over heels when you massage his tense muscles, letting out a sigh as you reach his sore shoulders.

when you trust enough for him to lay on your fluffy belly, caressing his hair. that was the best nap he ever took.

when you lecture luffy for asking sanji to cook for him so late at night, letting the blonde go to sleep a little earlier. he really loves how you care about his well-being.

when you help him in the kitchen, he insists he don't need help, that you should rest, but you're stubborn, helping him in every way you can. he swears he can't fall in love more that he already did, but you always proved he was terrebly wrong.

when he sees your fucked out expression after eating you out for hours. your throat sore from screaming his name, your hands on his messy hair. "just one more, mon chèri... for me?"

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍

when the first instinct that you have when he fall for the thousand time, is helping him get up and asking if he's okay.

when he gets home late at night and sees you're sat on the couch with a book in hand, waiting for him so you'll both go to bed together.

when you look into his eyes everytime he smiles, "you look so cute when you smile, rosi" you say, and as his cheeks burns, you smile too, knowing well what you do to him.

when, on one of the nights he can't sleep, you hug him from behind and kiss behind his ear and neck, making him relax in bed; reassuring him with your presence.

when he sees you and law getting along with each other; he sees law opening more with you and he cant help but smile at the sight of you and him talking about "Sora, the warrior of the sea" while law smiles.

when you try to take all of his cock in your mouth, it barely fitting as you look at him all innocent with tears in your eyes. his hand on your hair as he fight back the urge to fuck your face. "that's it cariño... you're doing so well"

𝐋𝐀𝐖

when, in the middle of the night, you go to his office and lay your head on his shoulder, mumbling that the bed is cold without him, leaving him with no choice but to cuddle with you in bed.

when you're laying on his chest and trace his tattoos, slow and delicate fingertips running through everywhere the black ink is.

when you let him lay on your breasts, his hand passing on your belly while the other arm is around your waist. your right hand is on his raven hair while the other is caressing his back.

when you chuckle while he look serious patching your wound from a recent fight. "what is it?" "you look cute when you're trying to look serious"

when you come into his office, onigiris in hand while you remind him that he have to eat and rest. you're always so good to him... he really dont know what he would do without you.

when you're on his lap, his dick so deep inside you while you try not to move too much. he points at your tummy "you see that, dear? I'm so deep in you... you're so good to me, taking care of me so well..." he says and kiss your neck, leaving you a moaning mess.

[lehguru]

CALLING THEM MY LOVE + ONE PIECE MEN

characters: rosinante, doflamingo, shanks, marco, crocodile

warnings: heavily self indulgent in like... 90% of those, not proofread

donquixote rosinante always uses soft nicknames for you, so you thought you could use them with him too. "my love, is law okay?" you expected his back to turn to you, but the man simply stayed like that. "rosi?", you approached him and he let you wrap your arms around his waist. he turned around and you felt something wet fall on your face. 'you never called me your love before.' his voice sounded so soft, he wrapped his arms around you too and placed a kiss on the top of your head. 'i love you.'

donquixote doflamingo is unpredictable; you always wanted to use pet names with him, but you don't know how he would react to it. one day, he walked in your shared bedroom looking absolutely tired and mad. "doffy? are you okay, my love?" his shoulders visibly relaxed and his usual wide grin creeped up on his face. 'oh?' he cooed and motioned with his hand for you to come closer. 'your love? baby, you flatter me.' his hand came up to hold your chin and he chuckled.

shanks and you aren't exactly official. everyone in the crew knows that you "belong" to their captain, but neither shanks nor you made things official. that's why you completely caught him off guard when you murmured: "shanks, my love, where did you put your dirty clothes?". he looked at you shocked, but he soon smiled widely at you. 'darling, ya know you don' have to wash my stuff. c'mere.' with his only arm, he pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. 'love ya'. the crew around both of you started cheering and cooing. shanks started laughing loudly and tried to dismiss them, but you felt him give your hand a tight squeeze.

you had injuried yourself a little during a battle, but marco immediately pulled you to the ship's infirmary when you two got back. you knew it was useless to say you didn't need it, so you just let him tend to your wounds. when he was over, he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead and you murmured, "thanks, love". he chuckled loudly and messed up your hair. 'no problem, sweetheart.'

crocodile was feared by so many people, even among his "friends"; but you, you know you are on his soft and sweet side. "my love!" you exclaimed, entering his office with a dish you just prepared, "can you taste this for me?". his eyes went from rough and cold to slightly softer when you stopped right by his side, holding out a piece of the meat you made for him to bite. he bit it and groaned softly. 'it's delicious, angel.' you smiled at him and kissed his cheek, making him smile for a second, before turning back to his papers.

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used in them belong to their respective creators!!

[bby-deerling]

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i write for zoro, law, sanji, ace, luffy, nami, robin, buggy, shanks, corazon, crocodile, kid, doflamingo and mihawk, but can be persuaded to write for others as well!

short drabbles and multi-character headcanons can be found on my drabble & headcanon masterlist and my multi-character headcanon masterlist!

zoro x reader (all have the same reader in mind!)

crackerbox palace || to us || black tea, with honey || last dance || elysium || haircut || behind the sea || role reversal || needy (nsfw) || 'tis the season || breathe || can't help it (nsfw) || a long, long time || make a mess (nsfw) || i'm sorry, women || all shook up (nsfw) || birthday cake || what comes after || death's touch (nsfw) || lingering remnants || on your left || that's what friends are for || in all my dreams

event fics:

zoro + can't let them get away (fluff) || zoro + dangerous (nsfw) ||zoro + give into me (nsfw) || zoro + in the closet (nsfw) || heaven can wait + zoro (fluff) || speechless + zoro (nsfw) || girlfriend + zoro (nsfw)

law x reader

counting coins || distraction (nsfw) || buzz, buzz, buzz || sleight of hand (nsfw) || trade of goods and services || tusk (nsfw) || floral and fading (nsfw) || grand theft autumn (nsfw) || dead flowers || spin circles for me (nsfw) || sex shooter (nsfw) || sugar, we're going down (nsfw) || eat your heart out (suggestive) || doctor's orders (nsfw) || against the kitchen floor (nsfw) || just the tip (nsfw) || netflix + chill (nsfw) || sunshine of your love (nsfw) || sigma grindset || daydream believer || happy accident || genie in a bottle (nsfw) || get a room || hello august moon

event fics:

law + will you be there || law + give into me (nsfw) || law + gone too soon || law + remember the time || law + who is it (nsfw) || law + dangerous (nsfw) || threatened + law (nsfw) || she's out of my life + law

sanji x reader

crazy || penance (nsfw) || dense (fluff) || pipe down (nsfw) || yours truly || head (nsfw) || two ghosts (nsfw)

event fics:

sanji + give into me (nsfw) || sanji + will you be there

ace x reader

raincheck (nsfw) || cream (nsfw)

event fics:

ace + can't let them get away || ace + will you be there

kid x reader

break free (nsfw) || cats in the cradle

event fics:

kid + who is it (nsfw)

luffy x reader

event fics:

luffy + remember the time || luffy + can't let them get away || heaven can wait + luffy (nsfw)

nami x reader

event fics:

nami + dangerous (nsfw) || nami + can't let them get away

robin x reader

event fics:

robin + who is it (nsfw) || robin + in the closet (nsfw)

crocodile x reader

ignition (nsfw, afab!reader)

buggy x reader

all of you (nsfw)

mihawk x reader

event fics:

mihawk + give into me (nsfw) || break of dawn + mihawk

shanks x reader

event fics:

shanks + gone too soon

corazon x reader

event fics:

rosinante + who is it (nsfw)

killer x reader

drabbles:

killer + dinner date

[many-shades-of-violence]

getting drunk with them I Corazon, Law, Doflamingo, Smoker, Ace, Sabo

✢ content: fluff, suggestive themes, alcohol consumption

✢ characters: Corazon, Law, Doflamingo, Smoker, Ace, Sabo

Corazon is a light-hearted and affectionate drunk. He becomes even more talkative and open when he's had a few drinks.

He's the type to get lost in nostalgic stories of his marine days, or talk about his dreams and aspirations with you and little Law.

He might start singing or humming, and if you join in, he'd be absolutely delighted.

As a caring drunk, he's prone to giving you lots and lots of compliments, reminding you how much you mean to him. He might pull you into his lap or snuggle up to you, searching for the warmth of your body while he rests his head on your shoulder.

Corazon is also likely to pull you into slow, clumsy dances, and you'd both end up laughing as you navigate his tipsy waltz, being careful, so he doesn't trip over his long legs.

Law's usual stoic demeanor takes a backseat when he's drunk. He becomes surprisingly expressive, much more relaxed, and most surprisingly, a lot more handsy.

He tends to lean into his playful and mischievous side, making witty comments and teasing you in a way that only a drunk Law can. If there's strong booze involved, he might even slip a hand along your thighs, giving them a firm yet loving grip.

Law might get a bit sentimental as well, sharing his deeper thoughts and feelings with you, which is a rare sight.

He'd challenge you to drinking games, displaying his competitive streak while still maintaining his cool facade.

If you get too drunk, Law would take on a protective role, ensuring you're safe, comfortable, and well-hydrated.

Doflamingo's already flamboyant and unpredictable personality becomes even more amplified when he's had a few drinks.

He's likely to be the life of the party, engaging you with his charismatic way of talking and flashy dance moves.

Doflamingo's sense of humor gets a bit eccentric and twisted, often sharing dark jokes or anecdotes with a cheeky grin on his lips.

He enjoys being the center of attention, but he'd also make sure to dote on you and show you off to everyone around.

Doffy's already "horny on main," but a drunk Flamingo might be another challenge. He'd never overstep your boundaries, but you might have to reprimand him more than once when you find slim fingers cupping your ass.

Smoker is a quiet and introspective drunk. He tends to sit back and observe the surroundings, lost in thought.

He becomes a bit more sentimental when you're around, often expressing his genuine affection for you and how much he appreciates you in his life.

Smoker might share stories from his past that he normally keeps to himself, allowing you a glimpse into his life before the Marines.

He's not one for grand gestures, but he'll subtly make sure you're comfortable and have everything you need for the night-out.

Smoker's tough exterior softens a bit when he's had a few drinks, and he might even crack a small, rare smile from time to time, especially when you're also a bit tipsy, inviting you to stay over at his place to know you're safe.

Ace is a fun-loving and energetic drunk. He's constantly moving and looking for the next adventure.

He'd likely challenge you to various games or dares, trying to see who can handle their liquor better.

Ace's laugh becomes even more contagious, and he'll find just about anything hilarious, ensuring a good time for the two of you.

He might get a bit touchy-feely, always looking for excuses to wrap his arm around you or hold your hand.

When the night winds down, Ace would be the type to suggest stargazing or a late-night walk, wanting to make the most of your time together.

Sabo is a sweet and affectionate drunk. He becomes incredibly attentive to you, making sure you're comfortable and enjoying yourself.

He's likely to initiate deep conversations, discussing everything from dreams and ambitions to the meaning of life.

Sabo's protective nature might become more pronounced, and he'd keep a watchful eye on you when you've had one glass too many.

He's a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, so he might get tipsy quickly, leading to a lot of adorable behavior.

[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. :')

tagging: @fanaticsnail @bby-deerling @shamblespirate @maddddstuff @lowkeycasanova @stuckinthewrongworld @laylaloves-ed @leftladyluminary

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."

[leakyweep]

Corazon x Afab!Reader: Lingerie

Warnings: afab reader, lingerie, face riding, oral (f receiving), nicknames (love, darling, baby), teasing, penetrative sex, creampie, a little surprise at the end eheheh

MINORS, DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Words: 2.0k

Corazon stood over you, the smoke from his cigarette making the room a bit hazy, just like your mind. The look he was giving you was lusty, and he blew some smoke from his lips cooly as he leaned down to the garters adorning your thighs. He plucked one with his finger, watching in awe as the slap of the elastic made you jump.

"For me, baby?" he asked gently, using that same finger from before to gently cradle your chin in his hand. You were sitting on the edge of your shared bed, a new set of heart-themed lingerie gracing your curves and dips. He admired the fabric with his hands, his gaze, and his length, as you could see from the imprint in his pants.

"Y-yes, I thought you'd like it because-" You were cut off by Cora's palm covering your lips, leaning up to your ear to whisper,

"I appreciate the sentiment, love, but these won't be on too much longer."

The tone of his voice made a shiver run down your spine; it was hoarse, unnerved as he took another drag from his cigarette. You pushed your thighs together to create some friction where it was most needed. He noticed this and dragged his fingers from your chin to your pebbled nipples, twinging them between his slender digits and sighing.

"Your already so ready for me, hm?" He pushed you gently back onto the bed, cigarette held firmly between his pointer and middle finger as his gaze tore through you, his mind muddled with all the things he wanted to do to you with that sinful body of yours. "Wonder how ready you are for me down here..."

His fingers had strayed from your breasts, tracing a squiggly line from there to your belly button, to the waistband of the lace covering your intimate parts- a moan escaped your throat, making Corazon gaze up at you. His head was now between your thighs, his fingers pressed deliciously into the luscious skin there. He was staring at you with those half-lidded eyes that told you he only wanted one thing.

Your thighs unconsciously parted for him to rest his head there, his amused expression unmistakeable as he examined the wet spot staining your pretty undies.

"You know..." Corazon started, your gaze darting down to meet his mocha-colored eyes, "You look so... magnificent like this, but I'd much rather see you without them. Nothing will ever match that level of beauty."

You cheeks and ears tinged pink at the compliment, your hand covering your face bashfully. "R-Rosi, you're so sw-ah!"

His fingers had pulled the fabric to the side, not even bothering to set his cigarette on the bedside table before he began to feast on your already-dripping cunt. His tongue started at the top of your clit, tracing down your labia and rounding back upwards. As his tongue swirled in all his favorite places, the smoke from his forgotten cigarette wafted into the air. It made your nose twitch as repeated mewls of his name left your lips.

"Taste, mm- taste so good, baby," he muttered, his voice muffled by your pussy. Your glazed eyes stared down at him, at the way his head bobbed and shook as he devoured you. No one had ever treated you the way he did, and the way he always ate you like you were his last meal made you feel special, which was exactly how he wanted you to feel.

His velvet muscle explored the parts of your entrance that he could reach, your wet covering the outside of his mouth. His nose was bumping and sliding against your clit, stimulating you in all the best ways. You were cursing and yelping desperately, tugging at his blonde locks harshly to pull him closer to your cunt. You were basically riding his face sideways, using his mouth for your own pleasure.

He was praising you all the way through, his voice muffled by your wet mound covering his face. He had always enjoyed eating your pussy, the sweet taste of your cum burned into his tongue's taste buds. He had eventually changed your position to sit on top of his face, your underwear forgotten at the end of the bed. Corazon relished the way the garters held your thighs and legs, the pudge being pinched at the cuff, your skin spilling out from the top just perfectly. Your curves were accented by the top, which covered both of your nipples with a red heart.

"You got all dressed up for me baby... you always look so sexy..." his gruff voice was hard to hear from between your legs, and you held onto the bed frame to steady yourself as you ground down onto his tongue.

"R-rosi! F-fuck, 'm gonna-" you were panting, your eyebrows furrowed in a pleasured arch that matched the sinful bow of your back, "so good," you moaned loudly, your head tipping back to look up at the ceiling. His tongue explored your wet folds, swirling around your puffy and throbbing clit.

"Go ahead, baby, cum on my face," there was a smile on the man's face as he bumped his nose up into your slit, his tongue moving lower to your hole and claiming it with the tip of the wet muscle. "Want you to cum, please-"

His desperation to make you cum made the coil in your stomach break, the heat spreading from your core throughout your whole body as you shuddered and called the blonde's name over and over like a prayer. He always made you attain the heavenly feeling, as if he were your own god to pray to. He definitely looked the part.

After coming down from the high, your head angled down to look into his deep chestnut eyes. The were clouded with lust and adoration, a look you were all too familiar with. You pulled him up and over you, his torso resting in the cradle of your bare legs. He had shed his shirt and jeans, leaving the thin cloth of his boxers in the way of what you really wanted.

Licking your lips noticing the hardness imprinted in his underwear, your eyes flitted back to his. "I need you, Rosi, wanna take care of you," your hands were already traveling from his cheeks to his chest, down through the ripples and dips of his abs, to the waistband his boxers.

"You can have whatever you want baby," he started, licking his bottom lip and reaching towards his underwear. Your lips turned up into a smile before slowly falling back down as his hands did the same. "But... you gotta ask nicely. Haven't I told you this before?" He tutted, leaning back and sitting on his heels.

"Pl-please!" you begged wantonly, reaching up to his underwear but not before he could scoot back some more. "Please, Rosi, wanna touch you."

He chuckled gently, reaching over to hold your face gently. "That's my good little darling. Look and sound so beautiful for me... doing all this-" he motioned to the lace adorning your curves, "-just for me. What did I do to deserve this?"

As he inched closer and closer to you, his boxers were pulled down his legs just as slowly. When he finally made it to your lips, you had pushed his hands down with your own, making him laugh. "So eager for my cock, huh?"

"Yes," you breathed heavily, your eyes lighting up at the sight of his strained cock bobbing from his waistband and resting against his torso. "Need it, please-"

"C'mere," he grunted, pulling you from under your thighs closer to him, your clit pressed against his abdomen, "Gonna give you what you want."

You nodded eagerly, watching as he gripped his hardened and veiny cock, utterly impressed by the size and curvature. It was angry, leaking, and you wanted nothing more than to feel him shove it into your tight cunt. He teased your slit, plopping his shaft on top of it and beginning to use the mix of your arousal and your release to slip his dick across your pussy.

He gently began to thrust his throbbing member across your folds, slick coating it in a shiny gloss. "Yeah... you feel how wet you are for me? My dick's sliding so easily through your pussy... So pretty for me..."

Your cheeks reddened, feeling as warm as the rest of your body did as he spoke so filthy of you. The squelching noises coming from between your legs was no help in this situation, making you feel bashful at the sinful noises. "J-just for you-! Please stop teasing me, Rosi... Need you."

The desperation gracing your tone made his cock throb, giving him no choice but to stretch your pussy with it, slowly pushing in and relishing in the feeling of your tight walls engulfing his weeping member. He let out a grunt as his hips kissed yours, sweat mixing as he gave himself a moment to bottom out in your wet heat.

"You feel so good, baby,-" he cut himself off with a moan in time with his hips pulling out to the tip, pushing himself back in with a symphony of moans from your throat. "Always so perfect for me, love."

As he began to set a rhythmic pace, his face becoming sweaty, lipstick smeared across your breasts, mingling with the dark marks he was sucking into your skin. Tangled in the sheets, his legs intertwined with your trembling ones, Rosinante used the leverage from his lankiness to pound into you, his eye makeup running down his face. It matched the mascara running down your own flushed cheeks, relieved tears gracing your eyes at finally being filled by his perfect cock.

You felt fingers wipe tentatively under your water lines, the tears being erased by the man's fingers before he started kissing them away, smearing more of that damned lipstick on your face. "Don't cry, my darling.. you look lovely like this."

The feeling of your inner walls choking his dick while his lips danced across your sweaty skin was enough to make him cum in seconds, but he held back the tightening feeling in his balls momentarily to watch your climax rip through you.

Your mewls and groans were stifled by the feeling of your knees pressing against your chest, Rosinante's lanky form above you engulfing you in mind, body, and soul as you felt your orgasm wash over you, legs shaking in his grip. You felt his fingers squeezing your ankles, enough to leave pretty bruises, and you knew he was nearing his end as well.

Every nerve in your body was on fire, vision hazy, but you knew Rosi was painting you with his warm spend when that certain- quite needy- moan tumbled over his lips. His body shuddered above you, fingertips leaving crescent moons in your ankles to match the bruises there.

Basking in the soft glow from the pale moonlight, Rosi kept himself buried deep in you, the connection of both your bodies and souls making his heart swell with adoration.

Holding you in his arms, your eyelids drooping slowly even though you were still clad in the top half of your now ruined lingerie, it was all worth it for Rosi. He loved you, adored you and he'd keep you safe at any cost. Hearing you drift off slowly to sleep, muttering a sleepy but tentative, "I love you,"... it was his reward. The best part of making love to you when he was able.

He wouldn't change anything about you, so he figured in the morning he'd tell you not to waste money on lingerie; that he preferred you with no clothing anyway.

As he began to drift off to sleep, your relaxed form held tightly to his chest, he felt something at his feet begin to move, and winced as a sharp sting tore through his ankle.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, beginning to pat out the fire with his bare hands, your own face alight with surprise as you turned to the clumsy man.

"That's it, Donquioxte Rosinante! No more cigarettes in bed!"

[holrye]

Down horrendously bad for donquixote rosinante

[butterfluffy]

No idea if your taking requests, but I’ve had something in my head for a awhile. What about shanks or buggy with a s/o who pranks them by dodging their kisses, and maybe a fluffy ending? 

“don't dodge my kiss!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· hcs + scenario of dodging their kisses as a prank~! what could possibly go wrong..? 👁️👁️

⠀⠀➧ fluff | shanks, buggy, d. rosinante/corazon (separate) × gn!s/o!reader | headcanons + scenario

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀➧ warnings —  none! swearing and mistakes may be present, though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes : hello anon~ here's your request. i was originally gonna make the scenario for buggy alone, but yk i love shanks v much. and i also decided to include my clumsy bae, cora. ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

SHANKS

when you dodge his kiss

tilts his head to the side as he looks at you with a pout.

tries to kiss you again immediately after his mini sulking session.

but when you dodge him again, shanks frowns like a child who got his candy taken from him...

shanks, your lover, had always been a tease. and to be honest, you weren't a fan of it at all, so you had thought of a way to get back from his teasing... and it's dodging his kisses. not the brightest idea, but you know that shanks won't love it.

“love you bae!” shanks exclaims, a big smile on his face as he embraced your figure that is sat on his lap, his lips pursed, leaning forward to you for a kiss when—...you dodged it, leaving him shocked for a moment.

“eh? wait, lemme try that again—” attempting to give you a kiss that you once again dodged, shanks' jaw falls to the floor, his arm tightening on you as he whined. “c'mon baby, don't be so upset now and let me kiss you, please? now don't dodge my kiss...”

will go whine and whine like a child until you finally let him get what he wants—which is to kiss you.

BUGGY

when you dodge his kiss

his brows will be quirked up and down when you dodged his kiss, letting a few moments pass, waiting for you to kiss him.

but you didn't. so a ‘hah!?’ expression was on his face after.

this clown is quite childish too, so like shanks, he'll be frowning like a child.

“flashy idiot! how dare you not let me kiss you, moreover, not kiss me!!?” buggy grumbles, his floating body parts going crazy as he did out of anger and annoyance—showing that he really is unhappy of your prank.

“pah! you're annoying me, but i love you, so i'll be back in a flashy minute, and you better not dodge my kiss by that!!” flying away from you as his foot stomped loudly, the fuming clown had his cheeks puffed, sitting on the corner as an aura shrouded him, muttering small curses under his breath while he waited for a minute pass..

and now, returning to you as he had said, buggy once again tries to give you a kiss... which you dodged, again, chuckling by your lover's angered, yet funny face. “I SAID DON'T DODGE MY KISS, DAMN IT!!!!”

holds you in place and gives you kisses, making sure that you won't be able dodge them.

D. ROSINANTE (CORAZON)

when you dodge his kiss

insert shocked pikachu face, but make it cora instead, ahshahsah.

tears are hanging by his eyes that moment, and his jaw is still on the floor.

wasn't able to let a single word out too, out of shock and of being heartbroken.

“y/n.. mi amor...” corazon mutters, sniffling after you had dodged his kiss, not beleiving what you just did, causing his heart to crumble by your small joke that had an impact on him.

“do you... do you not love me anymore!?” he then cried, biting on his towel as his towering figure kneeled before yours, embracing you tightly as he cried.

“cora, no—i-i love you, i was just playing a small prank—” “i love you too, so please don't dodge my kiss again! my heart broke, you know!?”

immediately engulfs you into a hug and then kisses your forehead, before moving to your lips that he paid special attention to.

© butterfluffy 2022

[moonie-moon-o7]

Rosinante "Corazon" Donquixote Headcanons <3

i am utterly in love with this clumsy goofball<3333

I will stand my point on the fact that i think he becomes a flustered mess if you start calling him by pet names

Give this man some love and affection, he really needs it

He absolutely loves forehead kisses and butterfly kisses

Whis man is absolutely HUGE, so he loves to have you in his arms whenever you're cuddling on the couch

When you're in bed, he likes being the little spoon though

He often tries to do romantic stuff for you (but it turns into him messing up because of his clumsiness most of the time.)

Despite everything, he's a bit insecure because he thinks you deserve better. So just cup his cheeks and tell him how much you love him

He would absolutely want Law to appreciate you and he'd be a bit worried about wether he does or not.

When he sees that you and Law go along pretty well, he'd be smiling for the rest of the day.

Genuinely dreams of adopting Law and forming a family together with you

Overall, he's just a big, fluffy and clumsy teddy bear who needs love<333

[siren-serenity]

morning routines

characters: donquixote rosinante/corazon, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - in my household, we live, laugh, love rosinante - LOOK AT MY HUSBAND!!!! I DON'T CARE IF HE'S CLUMSY, I'LL PROTECT HIM *shaking fists in fury at oda* why did you have to kill him?!?!? - feedback is appreciated!

Before (Marine life)

early mornings with dawn breaking through the clouds // staring out the window overlooking the training grounds // inhaling enough donuts as breakfast before sengoku or garp catches him // being thrown to the side on accident in an attempt to wake up smoker // ironing his marine uniform

The beeping was the first thing to wake him up. Loud, repetitive beep noises from the alarm clock would cause Rosinante to groan and pull the tailor-made blanket over his head in an attempt to muffle the noise. Although, he would get out of bed a few minutes later, having been too awake to go back to bed. After getting out of bed and folding it properly (old habits died hard, he guessed), Rosinante turned to stare at the slumbering Smoker.

He's heard rumors from the new cadets of his roommate. How merciless he was in their training. How fearsome he seemed, so fearsome that they didn't even dare to look him in the eye when talking. But when Rosinante spies the little trail of drool from his mouth and his messy bedhead, he can only snicker to himself.

"Wake up, Smoker!" Rosinante shakes him before eyes widening at a sudden thought. 'Wait, doesn't he have those instincts-'

Smoker sat up suddenly, hand outstretched and pushing Rosinante towards the wall. Wispy smoke trailed out of his hands as he used them to boost Rosinante's shove against the wall. The blond crashed against the wall, groaning at the pain that blossomed.

"Mornin', Rosinante..." Smoker grumbled, running a hand through his white locks. "What time is it?"

He just groaned, head upside down and his lanky legs sticking upwards. "Good morning to you too, Smoky."

Smoker's eye twitched before he launched a pillow into Rosinante's face.

But in the end, Rosinante's morning routine didn't change much throughout the years. Maybe there was a promotion or two, which would result in him adding a few more steps to his routine. An ironing of his new uniform (which would cause him to burn himself sometimes) or the plop of his cap on his messy blond locks -- the usual. His routine was fixed and sometimes, as Rosinante stared into the mirror as he brushed his teeth, he wished it could be a bit more...fun.

After (With you)

extra toothbrush next to his // containers of his favorite make-up brand next to your facial products // sitting on a stool and your weight straddling his waist as your careful hands applied his signature make-up // a kiss to your cheek and earning one in return, causing him to grin boyishly

Rosinante smiles, waking up with an arm looped around your body and your legs tangled with his. Your head is pressed onto his chest and your hair is scattered across his heart-patterned pajamas. He almost didn't want to wake up but the sunlight that streamed in through the window disturbed your slumber. You blinked wearily.

"Morning," His voice was raspy and he cleared his throat to try again. You looked at him, eyes still puffy yet filled with a gentle sort of love that never failed to make him melt. "Good morning to you too, love."

You get up, stretching your arms and wincing at the audible 'pop'! sounds. Rosinante stands up and takes a step, only to trip over literally nothing and into your expectant arms. He chuckles to himself, too used to his clumsiness and you press a kiss to his lips.

"Falling for me so early in the morning?" You laugh and pull him by the hand to the bathroom. It's practically muscle memory at this point - hand him his toothbrush and toothpaste before reaching out for your facial products. He pops a kiss to the top of your head in thanks, releasing a loud 'muah!'

"Rosi!" You playfully gasp as he drops his head onto your shoulder and nuzzling himself in the crook of your collarbone. His messy golden hair tickles your skin and your grin only grows wider. "So this is the feared Commander of the Marines?"

"Mhmph," You feel him nod into your skin. "Fear me!"

You lean down, spitting out the toothpaste and looking into the mirror to wash away remnants. You spy Rosinante's lovesick stare, eyes in the mirror meeting yours and you can practically see hearts.

"So scary," You make jazz hands, giggling as Rosinante puffs up his chest. "You're too cute to be scary, love."

As always, whenever he hears his nickname, he melts into a puddle.

"I've been domesticated," He pulls you into a hug and with his tall height, he easily swallows you into the fabric of his pajamas. His arms wrap around your body like a cocoon of warmth. Rosinante's next words are muffled. "So you have to take care of me."

You laugh, nodding against his chest. Rosinante presses a kiss onto the top of your forehead and you melt.

"Of course," You pull him gently by the collar to press a kiss to his forehead. Then to his cheeks. His eyelids. His nose. Finally, his lips and you remain there for a couple of seconds before leaning backward. His eyes flutter and a blush crawls onto his face. "You're mine, aren't you?"

"I'm yours," Rosinante agrees, slightly breathless.

[trafalgass]

Hello hello! Can you write some headcanons about Cora-san, Ace and Koby with a s/o that hides behind them when they're scared? Thank you! <3 Btw, I really like your blog.

sorry they’re short :(

Corazon, Ace & Koby with a S/O that hides behind them when they’re scared (GN Reader)

Doquixote Rosinante “Corazon”

Corazon is already freaking tall, he’s the best hiding place, especially when he’s wearing his feathered coat

He won’t say it but he secretly likes it when you hide behind him

You make him feel confident, strong enough to protect you

The way you hide under his coat, clinging at his side

He hugs you closely to shield you from whatever scares you

Portgas D. Ace

He’s ready to protect you with his life

He keeps you close to him and makes sure you know nothing will ever hurt you when he’s with you

Might tease you a little, especially if you got scared of something harmless

Ace also finds it really cute and he will let you know

Koby

He finds it adorable that you would hide behind him, to him it means you trust him enough, that he can protect you from danger

So whenever you were in front of someone scary, you'd get behind Koby and try to make yourself as small as possible

Koby would hold your hand to help you feel safe

He will never let anyone or anything hurt you

Even if it’s something people think is “stupid” to be afraid of, Koby will never make fun of you

[sunshinescribes]

Tomorrow

Pairing: Donquixote “Corazón” Rosinante x Fem!Reader (can be read as gender neutral!)

Rating: NONE

Summary: Rosinante is no fool, no matter what his brother or the family might think. He knows pain when he sees it, and he hates that he’s the cause of yours.

Warnings: ANGST, established relationship, fluff, comfort (I just wanted to write something bittersweet y’all), Pre-Rosinante and Law

You know you don’t have much time.

It slips by far too fast, precious hours reduced to what feels like mere minutes when Rosinante is with you.

You try to cherish them, to swallow the plea that wants to crawl up your throat in the silent hours when you’re wrapped in his arms. You try to find solace in the fact that he’s safe. For another hour, he’s safe from his brother—from the world that despises his celestial blood.

Here with you, he can let down his shield and smile as if tomorrow might not be his last. It’s a small comfort, but it’s enough to stop you from being selfish.

You want him to stay.

You always want him to stay.

It’s torture—months spent without him. Your world stands still, grows so quiet that all you hear is the beat of your heart ringing in your ears, ticking away like a timebomb. You wait for the explosion, for the day that Rosinante doesn’t come back, and you finally shatter.

But today isn’t that day, so you cling to him a little tighter. Speak to him a little softer.

You know that kindness is not something Rosinante finds in his brother nor the company that he keeps. He tends to his bleeding heart well and masks himself in silence so as not to draw their attention to his true motives. It’s a dangerous game, one you’re terrified he'll lose.

Rosinante had told you what Doflamingo did to their father—an ill-fated, tender-hearted man whom his oldest son could not forgive. The image of Rosinante at the end of his brother’s gun has haunted you ever since.

"You’re shaking."

Amber eyes stare down at you, concern clear in them as they take you in.

You hadn’t noticed your hands trembling against him or the subtle shake of your chest. You don’t even notice the tears turning your vision blurry until they fall.

"I’m fine," you lie, but it does nothing to assuage his worry. He cradles your jaw in his hand, tilting your head upward as he uses his other hand to wipe away your tears—he knows.

Rosinante is no fool, no matter what his brother or the family might think. He knows pain when he sees it, and he hates that he’s the cause of yours. Rosinante would stop coming back if he knew which was less cruel—letting you go or staying with you for as long as he’s able, even if he can’t promise you tomorrow, or the next day, or the next.

He can put on a good act, though, for your sake.

"Don’t worry about me sweetheart," Rosinante grins, sitting up in bed. His blonde curls are disheveled, making him look gentle and boyish and so different from the man he calls brother. "Those fools don’t suspect anything. It won’t be long now before we catch them."

You try to smile. You want to believe him. You know he’s doing everything right—everything he possibly can. It’s Doflamingo who worries you the most. He won’t spare his baby brother if he finds out, and you know Rosinante won’t fight him.

"My act has them completely foole—" Rosinante's voice trails off as he tips over the edge of the bed, falling to the ground with a soft thud.

You laugh lightly despite yourself, crawling over to the edge to glance down at him. Rosinante stares up at you with his lips caught in a soft grin.

"See? I fooled you too."

You snort and roll your eyes as he shifts to his knees. Even while on the floor, his height is imposing, forcing you to sit up just so he doesn’t dwarf you.

"There’s that smile," he sighs, leaning close enough that you feel his breath fan over your lips. "Still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen…"

Your heart flutters as his lips find yours. His kiss is tender, a soft declaration of love as he holds you close. Rosinante never rushes. Never takes more than he needs.

Your nature is different.

You thread your fingers through his golden tresses, pulling him closer. You tilt your head, kissing him with a kind of desperation that leaves you both breathless when you pull away.

"I…don’t want to lose you, Rosi."

You don’t look at Rosinante as the words pass your lips, barely above a whisper.

You hear the wind blowing outside your window and the crickets chirping to the pale moon. You are both so still, frozen in a moment that feels like eternity.

Rosinante stirs suddenly. He reaches for your trembling hands, bringing them close to his lips. Your eyes finally lift to his as he brushes his lips across your knuckles tenderly, trying to soothe the ache in your soul.

"Okay," he says. Then again, and again, and again.

Each kiss is an oath, a declaration that he has every intention of returning to you.

"Just a little while more," he promises.

You nod. You let the promise settle in your heart, allowing yourself to be hopeful.

Rosinante shuffles back into bed with little grace, drawing you close once more. You lean into his warmth and listen to the soft patter of his tender heart. You try to fight sleep—try to hold on to him for as long as you can. You know when you wake up in the morning, he will be gone, back to doing the bidding of his older brother.

Rosinante whispers something you can’t quite make out as fatigue finally finds you, and you sink further and further way.

At least you dream a pleasant, calm dream of a tomorrow where he stays.

[al9ayf]

Hiiii!!!!

I wanted to ask if you can write a scenario where Cora accidentally ate an aphrodisiac pleasee🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭

yasss thank you so much for the request ❤️ i hope you enjoy it !!!

ᥫ᭡ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | donquixote rosinante x f!reader

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｡˚ content warning(s) :: general nsfw

the sun had already set hours ago, and after eating dinner and drinking with rosinante and the rest of the crew, the both of you decided to retire to bed. it was a long day, especially if you had to be around doflamingo and the other vermin. they drained the life out of you, but you only suffered it to be with your husband.

you married the blonde three years ago after dating for a few months. it felt right to be together, so you both didn’t hesitate to disappear for a bit and elope. the night you got married was the night rosinante revealed to you who he truly was. it only made you love him more.

as you were getting ready to head into the shower, rosinante asked which vitamins could help with his sleep. for weeks now, he’s been having trouble sleeping at night, so you told him to take the pills in the purple bottle. you didn’t think much of it afterward and headed into the bathroom. you thought that he would read the bottle like anybody else. you thought he would realize there were two purple bottles. but of course not; he was just going to listen to your words without any second thoughts. you were his wife; he trusted you.

rosinante started getting ready for bed, anxious to just finally sleep through the night. only then, a few minutes after he took the vitamins, he started to feel different; a good type of different. it wasn’t that noticeable at first, but when he passed by your vanity and could smell the perfume you always wore, he felt aroused. he thought to himself that these vitamins were weird and why were you even taking them. rosinante took his coat off and threw it over the chair to lay down on the bed. he was taking in the comfort of the sheets and was excited to finally sleep under them. he inhaled sharply, wanting to take in the scent of the freshly washed linen, but only smelled your perfume again.

the image of you appeared in his mind, and now all he could think about was you. how great you smelled, how beautiful you looked, how you portrayed yourself. those mere casual thoughts started to turn him on. rosinante sat up, panicked. why would you take these pills to go to bed?! he crossed the bed and grabbed the purple bottle, which he took the pills from right as he heard the shower stop. it took a few seconds to understand what he was looking at, and when you came out of that bathroom with only a towel on, clueless as to what was happening, he started to get hard.

you looked at rosinante when you caught him staring at you without saying a word. he was on your side of the bed, still holding the bottle in his hands. before you could speak, he stood up and walked to you. you were too focused on looking at his face to notice the obvious bulge in his crotch.

“why do you have this?” rosinante’s voice was deeper than usual as he shook the bottle. it was almost empty. it didn’t sound like that last night, and you started to wonder how many he took.

you gripped the towel around you even harder. “how else am i supposed to keep up with your sex drive? you’re like an animal,” you joked. you moved away from him, but he grabbed your arm, spinning you back around and slamming you into his chest. rosinante grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. he used his other arm to snake it around you to move you closer to him. you could feel how hard he was.

“how’re you going to keep up with it now?” he asked, leaning down to your face. “you might need to take another shower after we’re done.” his voice sounded like little whispers. it was soft and sultry. your breathing quickened when you felt his hand move from your chin to your hand that was holding the towel. the two of you never looked away from each other as he gently grabbed your hand and moved it away, letting the towel drop to the ground.

rosinante didn’t look at your now naked body. he only cupped your cheeks and kissed you, wanting to taste your lips. you kissed back hard, wanting things to escalate further. he always got you into the mood no matter what time or what the situation was. when he pulled away, he turned you around and made you sit on your knees. you turned your head to look over your shoulder, but he grabbed your head and made you look straight ahead again. you heard him unbuckle his belt and throw it on the floor next to you. he sat down behind you and forced you to go on all fours. you finally turned your head to face him, not caring if he was going to push it back again.

“really? on the fucking floor?” you asked, annoyed.

he spread your legs and started to unzip his pants. “think of this as an apology for not giving me clear directions,” rosinante said.

“do you even hear yourself right now, you dumbass?!”

[bby-deerling]

Please a Hc about how they spend a home date with you (Movie, lying on the couch, cuddling , cooking,... ). Don't mind nsfw 🥰. With Zoro, Law, Kid, Killer and Corazon 😏

eee this is such a cute idea <3 i kept these mostly sfw, i hope that's okay!

date night at home headcanons

ft. zoro, law, kid, killer, corazon

masterlist || commissions

zoro

cannot cook to save his life. his ideal cozy date night still involves a good meal though; he just has you bat your eyes at sanji to get him to make a nice dinner instead. neither of you have to lift a finger, and he gets to mock the stupid cook—it's a win-win for him.

despite the naps he takes throughout the day, he's still incredibly tired and has a huge sleep debt to catch up on, so dozing off together on the couch in the aquarium bar is a dream come true, especially if you're in his warm, comfy arms.

before he drifts off to sleep, he cups your face and pulls you in for a soft lazy kiss; he's slow and languid as his tongue tangles with yours, and his broad hands trail along your sides, sending heat through your veins. sometimes it leads to more, sometimes it doesn't, but either way he makes you feel so loved. <3

kid

this man is incapable of even frying an egg. killer makes your dinner for you. kid tries to take the credit, though it's obvious he wasn't the one who put a three-course meal together.

is a huge movie talker. will not shut up about the plot either not making sense, or stop cracking jokes. if it bothers you, he won't stop—if anything it makes him yap even more.

loves to cuddle, but is prone to letting his hands and lips wander, and things quickly turn heated, leaving teasing bites along your neck until you turn around and kiss him properly.

killer

i hope you like pasta! whatever dish is your favorite, he'll pull out all the stops and leave a taste of heaven dancing on your tongue. if you really prefer a different noodle type that isn't angel hair, he'll make some special for you as well.

unlike kid, he is a big enforcer of staying quiet while watching a movie, though he's unexpectedly thoughtful and has quite a lot to say once the film is over.

after the movie he'll pull a nice warm blanket over the two of you and talk with you until your animated discussion turns into mumbles and then fades into soft snores.

corazon

definitely tries his best to make popcorn before settling down for a movie... ends up splattering hot butter and oil all over the kitchen. he'll try his best to cook if you let him, but you really shouldn't—he's capable of catching the entire house on fire.

when cuddling with him, your limbs end up tangled in the strangest positions since he's rarely large enough to sit on the couch properly, though he doesn't care how uncomfortable he is if it means he gets to hold you close to his chest.

however, if you offer to abandon the movie to snuggle with him in bed, he'll jump at the opportunity—and promptly fall straight on his face when he stands up.

law

he tries so hard to cook you a nice meal, but he really only knows the basics, and is mainly used to cooking outdoors for survival purposes. the meal he makes is simple, but he puts a few candles on the table to set the mood.

he's so tired and overworked that he probably doesn't have enough attention span left for a movie, and would rather put on some calming music and hold you close for a while instead.

your touch is so gentle and soft, and though he initially felt so sleepy, he can't help pulling you in for a kiss that starts chaste, but melts into something deeper and more loving.

[many-shades-of-violence]

with an s/o that´s void of any emotion when they´re out and about but bursts in energy once they're alone I  Law, Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Corazon, Ace, Sabo

✢ content: Fluff, Emotional Comfort, Exploration of Social Behavioral Patterns

✢ characters: Law, Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Corazon, Ace, Sabo

✢ requested by: @anonymous

Law, being incredibly perceptive, quickly recognizes your habit of appearing cold and emotionless in public. Drawing from his own experiences, he senses that this demeanor is a coping mechanism, much like his own defense mechanisms.

When you're alone together, Law approaches you with patience and understanding. He respects your need for privacy and personal space, and his calm and collected nature provides a sense of stability for you.

In your private moments, Law creates a safe space for you to express yourself freely. He encourages you to open up about your feelings and thoughts, offering a listening ear without judgment.

Your bursts of energy come to life in Law's presence. He appreciates your authenticity and finds solace in the moments where your emotions shine brightly, even if they're in stark contrast to your usual public persona.

Your shared moments are marked by meaningful conversations, gentle touches, and the comfort of knowing you can be yourself without restraint. Law's own journey of healing makes him empathetic and supportive as you navigate your own emotional landscape.

Zoro's keen observation skills allow him to notice your detached and emotionless demeanor in public. His respectful nature prompts him to give you the space you seem to need.

He's genuinely intrigued by your dual nature and might ask you straightforwardly about the contrast between your public and private self.

Alone together, Zoro's straightforward approach remains intact. He appreciates your honesty and is willing to listen whenever you're ready to talk.

Your bursts of energy come alive in Zoro's presence. He inspires you to let go of your emotional barriers and engage in passionate conversations, sparring sessions, or even just shared moments of silence.

Your private moments with Zoro are marked by mutual respect, shared experiences, and a growing sense of trust. Zoro's determination and dedication act as a beacon, guiding you toward embracing your true self and expressing your emotions more freely.

Luffy's carefree and adventurous nature finds your unique way of interacting with the world intriguing. He approaches you with his usual curiosity, eager to uncover the mystery behind your outward demeanor.

Your bursts of energy, once unleashed in Luffy's presence, captivate him. He enjoys your company and creates a space where you can be genuine without any pretenses.

Together, you share moments of excitement and joy. Luffy's exuberance encourages you to embrace your emotions, and his genuine laughter becomes infectious.

Your private moments are characterized by shared laughter, spontaneous activities, and an unspoken connection. Luffy's simple approach to life helps you realize that emotions are meant to be felt and expressed openly.

Luffy's friendship and acceptance become a source of strength. His willingness to be himself without reservations teaches you the value of authenticity and helps you break free from the emotional constraints you place on yourself.

Sanji is drawn to your mysterious aura, sensing that there's more beneath the surface. He treats you with patience and respect, allowing you to set the pace for your interactions.

His charming gestures and small acts of kindness showcase his affection for you, even as you maintain your emotional distance in public.

When alone with Sanji, his nurturing side takes center stage. He cooks special meals for you and listens attentively, making sure you know you're cared for.

Your moments of energetic expression are met with understanding and support. Sanji appreciates your willingness to open up to him and treats your emotions with utmost respect.

Together, you share private moments of vulnerability, heart-to-heart conversations, and a growing bond built on mutual trust. Sanji's ability to show love through his actions helps you appreciate the beauty of connecting on a deeper emotional level.

Corazon, having faced emotional challenges himself, recognizes your tendency to put up emotional barriers in public. He respects your need for space and takes the time to understand your coping mechanisms.

His own gentle and patient nature allows you to feel safe around him, and he approaches you with a deep empathy born from his own struggles.

When you're alone together, Corazon creates an environment of safety and trust. He understands the importance of giving you the freedom to express yourself when you're ready.

Your bursts of energy find a receptive audience in Corazon. He listens with a caring heart and encourages you to explore the emotions you've been keeping hidden.

In your private moments, you share quiet conversations, moments of creativity, and a sense of mutual support. Corazon's ability to find beauty in the world and his willingness to see beyond your facade help you realize that your emotions are worth embracing and sharing.

Ace's outgoing and adventurous nature contrasts with your cold and reserved demeanor. He's intrigued by the enigma you present and approaches you with a friendly curiosity.

He treats you with respect and openness, valuing your individuality and recognizing that there's more to you than meets the eye.

Alone with Ace, his warmth and sense of adventure come to the forefront. He creates a space where you can open up at your own pace without judgment.

Your bursts of energy come alive in Ace's presence. He encourages you to embrace your emotions and enjoy the thrill of shared experiences.

Your private moments are characterized by laughter, daring escapades, and a growing connection. Ace's willingness to embrace life fully inspires you to express yourself more openly and embrace your own emotions.

Sabo's understanding nature allows him to recognize your tendency to appear distant in public. He respects your need for privacy and creates an environment where you can be comfortable.

He's drawn to the mystery of your dual nature and seeks to understand the reasons behind your emotional facade.

When you're alone together, Sabo's patience and attentiveness shine through. He listens without judgment, creating a safe space for you to express yourself.

Your bursts of energy find a welcome response in Sabo's open-hearted enthusiasm. He appreciates the moments when you let down your guard and share your true emotions.

Together, you experience private moments of connection, shared laughter, and a growing bond. Sabo's caring and understanding nature helps you navigate the balance between your public persona and your true self.