#rosinante x you

[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.

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[puranami]

✿ It's The Little Things - 4 ✿

A/N: I wish I knew how to write for Katakuri because he'd be right at home in this big boi edition ksdjh Rosi makes me cry ilhsm (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Summary: Little relationship things with a couple big bads, and Rosi who has never done anything wrong in his life and doesn't die, bc i said so ✿

Characters: Crocodile, Rosinante (Corazon), Doflamingo

Content: SFW, G/N reader (though Croc calls you doll... but I think he'd do that regardless,) fluff on toast ✿

(Part 1 - Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji) (Part 2 - Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk) (Part 3 - Franky, Robin, Law, Kid, Killer)

Crocodile

✿ It goes without saying, being with Crocodile means you are surrounded by luxury; he is a very materialistic man with a very specific image he has cultivated, and that extends to you. All your clothes, jewellery, any makeup, even down to your perfume and shampoo are carefully considered to make sure you compliment him perfectly. He is particular, but not unreasonable, giving you options so you can make your own decision, and he will not force something on you that you hate - can't have you walking around sulking. Really though, he values your opinion, he just sets the parameters and you chose how to meet them. In fact, if you simply went along with everything he said, giving no input of your own; he'd get very bored, very quickly.

✿ When you aren't in public, basically acting as the power couple of Alabasta (before that goes awry,) and then of the Cross Guild; he allows himself to be much softer, and generally just more human with you. Work will always be his priority, but he's not against sleeping in and having a lazy day, or part day, depending on what's going on in your lives. He'll hug you randomly, catch you in his hook if he wants your attention, and just generally manhandle you, but in the gentlest way. Crocodile also enjoys cooking with you, and is not above throwing ingredients, or flicking water at you, especially if you start it, and he will throw a tea towel in your face if he wants to. It's very endearing seeing such a powerful, and feared man being a little silly, and it's only for you.

✿ His sense of humour is as dry as he is, and either you get it and laugh along, which is nice, or you find it so painful that you can't help but groan, him laughing at your suffering instead, which is even nicer. Crocodile's laugh is basically a low rumble that you can feel reverberating in his chest, which is the nicest part of all. He always drops jokes unexpectedly, in a way where you think he's just going to comment on something, or maybe flirt with you; "You know what makes me smile, doll?" - "Could it be the fact you get to spend a quiet, relaxing day with me, hmm?" - "Facial muscles." It's either the funniest thing, or you will genuinely want to throttle him. He doesn't hold it against you if you slap him over it, the impact barely registers with this living sandbag, and he takes it as a sign that the joke was a particularly good one (in his opinion.)

Rosinante (Corazon)

✿ An absolute sweetheart, and a gentle giant. He treats you like spun glass, at least to begin with, afraid he will hurt you with either his general size and strength, or his clumsy nature. It will take time for him to relax into things, but he will; humans are naturally rather resilient, and him giving you a strong hug, or falling over himself onto you is not going to break you. It still won't stop him crying over it, especially if you end up with any bruises, but you'll hold him gently as you stroke his head, soothing him while you explain that it's alright, and that these things happen; "I got a bigger bruise from accidentally kneeing the table the other day. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last either. Everything is okay, I promise." Poor guy just loves you so much, he can't stand the thought of you being hurt in any way!

✿ He absolutely adores it when you snuggle up beside him, under his massive coat. It feels like the safest place in the world, and it's so warm - nothing bad can happen under this fortress of feathers! Rosi in general is just a cuddly guy really, holding you at every opportunity, taking your relatively small hands in his giant ones, carrying you whenever and wherever you'll allow him to; always by his chest though, so when he inevitably slips, he doesn't land on you. Being your resident tall, he prefers to pick you up to reach things as opposed to grabbing those things for you, as it means he can hug you at the same time!

✿ Rosinante is absolutely ride or die with you! Whatever your dreams and ambitions, he will do everything in his power to try and help you achieve them. The only caveat is that he will also do the same for his own mission, and sometimes that overtakes him, and he will unknowingly, and definitely unwillingly overlook you at times. He keeps you completely separate from that part of his life - because it's so dangerous, and he never wants to put you in harms way. It can be lonely when he's so focused, or not around, and that's what spurs him to attach himself to you whenever he can.

Doflamingo

✿ The fact you managed to catch his attention at all is honestly a feat in itself. He's a man who has everything (until he goes to jail,) and he always gets what he wants, no matter how he has to go about it - so there must be something that he cannot buy, threaten, or manipulate out of you, or anyone else. There is something about you personally, a fearless spirit, the right kind of sass, the patient and forgiving nature of a god, just something more; you're like a unique treasure, one that he refuses to allow in the public eye, as he is a very selfish man. He basically puts you on a pedestal, catering to every little whim or desire. At least to a point. He won't prioritise you over his machinations, and he can't be soft and tender with you on command. He'll have is moments sure, but they're on his time, and only when you are alone.

✿ He loves to loom over you, manhandle you, generally just manipulate your body, all to remind you just how small and delicate you are. The man is a predator, let's be real, and you will never forget that while you are his favourite, you are still prey in his eyes. While he likes the look of you being the small, timid thing he expects from prey, he adores your looks of defiance, refusing to cower before him. It's part of what proves that you are above everyone else, excluding himself of course, and that you are worthy of his attention. You can sass him, and tell him "No," so long as you do what he says where it matters. He won't tolerate blatant disrespect and insubordination, that's a one way ticket 6ft under. Your relationship is a delicate balance of accepting your place beneath him, but not being so beneath him that you may as well not exist.

✿ In those longed for times when it's just the two of you, he will give you whatever affection you desire, even if it's not something he can really reciprocate. He likes you happy, and his pride means he will not accept that there is something he cannot get or do for you. That's not to say he doesn't love you, he does in his own way; he's just buried that part of him deep down, so deep it may never be found. Perhaps, as time goes on however, with you being a consistent presence in his life, showing him what genuine kindness and compassion are, he may remember somewhat and be able to offer it back to you. Don't hold your breath, though, if it's happening, it's not happening fast. He's certainly a convincing actor, and his mimicked affections feel real enough.

[merbear25]

Long awaited rest

The sheets had been rustled from your aggitated turning; their coolness long since faded under your body heat. As the moon changed its position in the sky, you refrained from checking the time—that would only make the sought after rest more unattainable. Lying on your back, you wondered how much longer it'd be until he joined you.

Sanji, Zoro, Corazon

CW: SFW, fluff, established relationship, gn!reader

Sanji: He'd been up late trying to perfect a new recipe he'd been on the brink of completing. After success had finally graced him, the clock taunted him with the amount hours of his life he'd spent. His eyes were droopy, dark circles were teasing his soft glow: the lack of sleep was catching up to him.

Stumbling into your shared room, his body practically gave way, letting itself flop down next to you. With him face down, his breaths were drawn out as his body was swallowed by the much needed comfort.

You curled up next to him, letting your finger tips trace up and down his back. He didn't stir: only a twitch at the side of his mouth indicated his knowledge of your gentleness. A hushed groan came from him as he rolled his body against your hand, unaware of how much he'd been desperate for your affection.

You rubbed his back being mindful not to massage too deeply and wake him. Leaving light kisses on his shoulder, cheek and forehead, your heart warmed at his dreamlike gratitude, affectionately murmuring about how much he loved you.

Snuggling up to him, you only kept a light hand on his arm, giving room for tosses or turns that may ensue. With him finding his way back to your side, your body was able to dose off, as well.

When the light of the new day shined into your room, its soft rays were casted on the both of you: curled up in each other's embrace and still fast asleep.

Zoro: Having come dangerously close to losing his previous battle, iradicating the imperfections that'd rusted his techniques was a must. Getting lost in his self-analyzation, losing track of time: consequences that were both small prices to pay for growth. However, his body was telling him that its limits had been reached and sleep was inevitable.

Exasperated from the unavoidable limitations, he let up for the night and shuffled off to bed. When opening the door, he noticed you were still awake, despite you not even turning to face him. There was a notable difference between the calmness of your sleeping person when compared to a simply relaxed state—the way your chest rose and fell was a dead giveaway.

Crawling in next to you, he asked why you were still awake. Turning over to face him, you admitted that some nights were just harder to fall alseep without him than others.

Taking a moment to think to himself, he scooched closer you. He patted his chest, signaling for you to lay your head upon it, to which of course you were more than happy to oblige.

Hearing his heartbeat soothed parts you didn't realize needed mending. The tranquility of your embrace offered its services, easing your tired bodies to sleep.

He was the first to wake the following morning: you were still sound asleep against his chest, your hair was ruffled ever so slightly. The peace shown on your face charmed him into placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Corazon: There was still so much to do, yet never enough time to do it. The stress and anxiety of the encounters to come weren't eating away at him though; he was resilient and determined to complete his purpose. That being said, even the heros who work within the shadows need their sleep.

Trying his best not to disturb you, he attempted to ease the door open. You were always sweet, but when you slept, you had a certain tenderness to you, one which alleviated all the woes weighing on his heart.

Getting into bed, he couldn't ignore his need to hold you. When you felt his arm drapping over you, you looked up at him and asked if everything was alright.

Kissing your temple, he assured you that everything was fine, while adding in an apology to having woken you up. Hearing this, you informed that you hadn't been able to sleep.

Cozying up closer to you, he ran his thumb over the top of your hand and asked the reason for it. Fearing you might add to his already worried mind, you simply answered that it was just one of those nights.

You stayed awake for a little while longer, talking to each other, barely above a whisper until you slipped into your dreams.

You were the first to wake up to the dawn of the new day. He had shifted onto his back and was still in a deep sleep. Wanting to enjoy the early morning by his side, you hung your arm over his and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, kissing the top of his shoulder.

[leakyweep]

Rosinante is so delighted to be home, to see his darling.

Corazon can’t help the smile that graces his face when he walks in, your legs spread, breaths hot, vibrator buzzing against your clit. A symphony of moans and calls of the man’s name are falling from your lips like prayers, like you’re speaking in tongues for him.

“What’s this?” He asked quietly, approaching the bed. You snapped out of your naughty fantasy, eyes wide and cheeks red. There was a dip in the bed and suddenly you were no longer controlling your own pleasure. Cora had taken the toy from you, pressing it firmly against your entrance and sliding it in. “It seems like you’ve missed me, hm?”

“I-I-“ Shivers ran down your spine, the pleasure firm the buzzing silicone against your g-spot pushing you closer to climax. Wet ran from your slit to the covers on the bed and Corazon relished in the darkened spot from your pleasured cunt.

“Take your time and use your words, mi vida,” he whispered, breath hot against your ear. His nose was pressed into the crown of your head, as if he were memorizing the way you smelled. His hand gently thrusted the vibrator and angled it upwards, activating the most beautiful sounds from the base of your chest. "Very good, darling."

[lady-of-endless]

Valentine's Day is tomorrow for me, so that means last minute gifts! What would the One Piece guys do once they realized what's coming up with no plan? (Personally want to know Corazon)

Author's Note: YES! FINALLY! Thank you so much for this gift of a request. I needed this today. If you have any Valentine's Day or any other requests, I'm open! Also, I've updated my rules for requests. 3 characters per request, so, if you want other characters, let me know! Also, I accept both sfw and nsfw.

Forgetting about Valentine's Day headcanons (Rosiante Donquixote - Corazon)

(This lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

-He's a Marine Commander, a spy, and the brother of an evil mastermind, he doesn't get scared of many things in life. But he is petrified now, realizing that he forgot to plan something for you for Valentine's Day.

- We've seen Rosiante only losing his cool when it's about the ones dear to him. The poor tall blonde angel is an agitated mess right now. No one can talk to him while he's like that.

- You'll see him pacing around, rushing around to different places to try and organize something. He gets even more clumsy than usual, tripping over his own long legs.

- He gets some roses for you, but not just today. Corazon's habit is to offer you a rose from time to time but today, you'll get a whole bouquet.

- Next, he will beg Law to make him a Valentine's card for you. Law will stubbornly reject his request. However, seeing Cora so agitated kind of worries him so he obliges. It will be one of the most simple and minimalist-looking cards but it will do.

- Other than that, he will successfully steal a fancy bottle of wine from his brother. He wants you two to enjoy it later.

- He's going to be so disappointed with himself by the end of the day. He loves you oh-so dearly every day, more and more but he still wanted to do something special for you for today... and it turned out a mess.

- You'll find him in your room sitting on a chair, sulking with the flowers, the card, and the bottle of wine (half drank) on his lap, his hood off and his hair messy. Tell him not to worry, please. When you reassure him that he makes you feel loved and special every day, not just today, his eyes will sparkle again.

- By the end of the day, you will be covered in his lipstick, kiss marks all over your face. Also, something clicks in him seeing you like that. Let's say that you two will be busy behind closed doors.

- He'll try to set the mood with candles but you should better stop him. His coat already has burnt spots so clearly, it won't be a good idea. Don't let this man close to candles if you still want to live. 

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 10: Süda

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 1.8k next

“What in the everliving fuck just happened?” You turned, looking at Marco who started bursting into laughter. You were ready to deck him in all honesty. Though, your brain was currently focusing on the last thing that Law said. That Corazon even had a crush on you then. How the hell?

“That kid never ceases to surprise me.” You can never guess how he would react to something.  He had that stoic expression most of the time, which is why sometimes his bedside manner sucked ass. He only really expressed irritation or annoyance. His friends and Corazon seemed to be the only ones who could bring out the softer sides of him, it was a humorous thing to behold.

Marco looked at you with a lazy grin. “I told you that you're overthinking things. It's okay to be thanked for the things that you do. Like he said, some people meet their heroes and end up being ass anyway.” 

You rolled your eyes and folded your arms across your chest. “I guess I'll talk to Corazon,” you mumbled, shaking your head. Marco was right. You were terrible at letting people show you the least bit of gratitude. You just felt like you were doing what you were supposed to. You were doing your job. Nothing all that special. 

“Good. Cause he's actually here.”

The sheer speed in which your head snapped to Marco, you were surprised you didn't break it. “He had just dropped everything off when you showed up, so I told him to wait a bit. That I'd convince you to talk to him.” He stood up with a shit eating grin that made you want to punch him again. 

“I'll be right back.” 

You let out a loud groan once he left, covering your face with your hands. You weren't even sure what you were feeling right now. A migraine, for sure. You might have mostly cured your hangover but your entire body still hurt. Your original plan was to just come in and check in on everyone. A short and easy visit. 

Now it was all complicated.

You looked at the bouquet again, taking one of the chocolate “flowers” shaped like a heart and examining it closely. It looked pretty good, smelled good too.

“They're coffee flavored.” 

You jumped, looking up at the tall man in your doorway. You honestly felt your own heart almost leap out of your chest when you saw him. You didn't realize just how much you missed him until this moment. You had come to love his little visits and not having them made your life a little boring. 

He stepped into the office, closing the door behind him. You watched his movements carefully, trying to gauge his mood right now. Him closing the door made you a little on edge, but you tried not to think about it. He turned to you, bowing his head slightly.

“My name is Donquixote Rosinante.” What…the hell was going on? Did he hit his head? “I’m from the Donquixote Family. My brother gave me the title of Corazon and even though I have long since left, I still use the name mostly because Law just never stopped using it and I didn’t hate it so here we are.” He walked towards you and you couldn’t back up as you were already pressed into your desk.

“I am no contact with my family. As far as I know, my brother still thinks I’m missing. I have one kid that I found a long time ago riddled with disease. He’s long since cured now.” 

You still had no idea what was going on. What was this monologue? 

“Hearts are kind of my thing because I am full of so much love for others - at least that’s what Bepo says. I just like hearts. My favorite foods are lettuce, cabbage, and umeboshi. I don’t like pizza or bread. I’m incredibly clumsy and break almost everything. I-”

“Rosinante.”

The man stopped talking, looking at you with surprise. 

“What are you doing?”

He frowned. “Well, isn’t it obvious? I’m starting over. Being transparent. It’s…” He paused, losing whatever momentum he had.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Cute but unnecessary.” You took a deep breath. “However.” You looked up at him.

“My name is y/n l/n. I am from the l/n family. My mother died when I was young and I was set to take over my father’s family. I was never really about that life and didn’t get the courage to leave it until a small child and his clumsy father came into my life, giving me the final push to leave.” You watched as Corazon’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something, but you covered it with your hand to prevent him from saying anything.

“I took over this hospital and made it a safe haven for those who want to leave. And a neutral ground for those who need help. My best friend is Marco Newgate, son of Edward Newgate, or as you know him ‘Whitebeard’. We just call him ‘Pops’. I do enjoy coffee and coffee flavored things. The extra caffeine is something I always need.” You removed your hand from his mouth, looking up at him.

“We’re the reason you left?” It seemed he was hung up on that part. You nodded. “I had been thinking about it already and helping Law gave me that final resolve to do so. It seemed we both inspired each other.”

After a moment of processing your words, he finally spoke. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, y/n. I hope we can get along.” He smiled warmly at you, making your heart skip a beat.

“Nice to meet you too, Rosinante.” 

He paused for a moment before sighing. “I really am sorry, though.” He frowned deeply. “You did nothing but treat Law, the boys, and I with such kindness and patience. All I did in return was end up pointing a gun at you just because of who your father was.” 

“I did do the same thing to y-”

“But that’s not the same. You had just been attacked by my family and then you ran into me. You were scared and unknowing. In my situation, you didn’t do a single thing wrong. You did everything right and I still treated you like a criminal.” He sighed, resting his forehead on your shoulder. 

You could feel your face slowly setting on fire. Your heart was racing a million miles an hour and you had no idea what to do. You took a deep breath, finally speaking. “I knew you weren’t going to shoot me.” 

Corazon pulled away, looking at you.

“No offense, Ros, but you’re one of the least intimidating people I’ve ever met for one.” You watched his face turn red - whether it was from your comment or the spur of the moment nickname, you weren’t sure. “I don’t think you would’ve been able to pull the trigger. You thought I had lied to you and acted rashly, yes. But I knew that deep down you knew that I was right.”

“You disarming me in the least painful way possible and disassembling my gun before giving it back to me told me everything I needed to know. You don’t like hurting people and you trusted me. You gave me back the very thing that could kill you had I actually been determined to do so.”

You nodded, smiling. “Glad you saw it that way because that’s exactly the message I wanted to get across.” You sighed softly, shaking your head. “I was tired of all the violence. Of the killing. I hated doing it. That’s why I left. I wanted to help people.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled again. “I should’ve never-”

“Rosinante.” You used your firm tone that caused him to tense slightly and his face turned even more red.  You had to keep that in mind. “I swear if you apologize again, I’m not going to forgive you.” His eyes widened in surprise, nodding quickly. “I’m s-” He cut himself off. “Uh…yes, doctor,” he mumbled. 

You snorted softly. “Law told me something very interesting,” you mused, looking up at him. Corazon blinked, tensing slightly. He narrowed his eyes. “What did he have to say?”

“That apparently you had a crush on me back then?” A sly grin appeared across your face. 

His eyes widened and he started to sputter. You watched as his mind began reeling as he tried to find something to say to you. You grinned. “Real interesting considering I hid basically all the features that could give me away from you. Must’ve been my radiant personality.” 

He only grew more red by the minute before he finally spoke. “I mean, how could I not? You’re literally the kindest and sweetest person I’ve ever met. Not to mention you’re incredibly intelligent and willing to help anyone no matter what, even if it reopens your own traumatic wounds.”

That shut you right up. This time you were the one going red and struggling to find something to say. You just stared at him with eyes the size of saucers. “I didn’t need to know what you looked like to know how I felt about you.”

“You sure that wasn’t just gratitude since I had just saved your son back this?” you tried to brush it off as nothing, but the look in Corazon’s eyes said something else. He shook his head. “I’m positive.”

Before you could get so much as another word in, there was a knock at the door. For fuck’s sake, could you not have fucking anything?

“Can I never have a minute?” You were mumbling and grumbling, folding your arms across your chest as you pouted slightly.

Marco walked in with an expression that immediately made you uneasy. “You know that I do not want to interrupt right now because no one has been waiting for this moment more eagerly than me. But…” He looked at you with a deep frown.

“Your father called. He wants you to visit the estate immediately. Didn’t say why.”

You just stared at Marco. What the fuck did your father want? Why now? He was just here. And as much as you appreciated him for contacting you in a more appropriate manner, you were annoyed that he did it right now. Didn’t he say everything he needed to the other day? Is the weird cryptic thing that Pops said earlier going to unfold now? Were you finally going to get some answers?

You looked at Corazon apologetically. “I-”

He shook his head, holding up his hand. “Just go. I’ll be here when you get back.” He smiled at you. “Marco said he programmed my number into your phone last night anyway, so call me when you get back.” You felt your face warm up. “I…” Man, you didn’t deserve a man with so much patience. You nodded. “Okay. Will do.” With that, you grabbed your coat and headed out of the office, silently cursing your dad for interrupting your love life not once, but twice.

[count-alucard-tepes]

To have his heart💕…part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Rosinantè had ordered all of Law’s and Doffy’s favorite meals before setting up the dining room table for them to all eat together once his arrived.

Law was in his bedroom, listening to some music while he read a book when all of a sudden his door was kicked in and a pink outline of a man stood there…menacingly!

“Law! I got you some books Rosi said you wanted! You nerd!”, Doffy said before placing on the desk near his bed.

Law almost had a heart attack and fell off the bed, “…ever heard of knocking before you enter someone’s bedroom…”, he grumbled as he walked over and looked at the books. He couldn’t help but blush a little! These books weren’t even out yet…and yet this shithead of an uncle got them for him.

Doffy grinned and laid on the bed like a starfish before looking at his nephew, “…yeah yeah, you’re welcome! Now come here and give me a hug…”.

“That never happened…nor will it ever…thank you though…”, Law said as he opened one of the books.

“I said come here, boy!?”, Doffy laughed before going to grab Law but the young man was quick to run out.

“Dad!? Help me! Your brother is trying to smother me!?”, Law said as he ran around trying to avoid Doffy.

Rosinantè was watching this all unfold in his house…and it pissed him off.

“You idiots!? You’re going to break something! Get your asses to the table and eat the food I got you!”, he snapped.

Doffy and Law immediately stilled as Rosinantè never got angry and when he did…it was better to just do whatever he said.

They quickly got to the table and began eating, “…so…what have you been up to, Doffy? Spare me all the nefarious parts that would traumatize both Law and myself…and nothing sexual either”, Rosinantè said as he ate some lobster.

“…well, that narrows what I’ve been up to to barely anything then…going for swimming lessons so I can use that big ass pool at my house…”, Doffy said thoughtfully.

“Oh? That’s good! Always good to learn how to swim even at your age…”, Rosinantè said teasingly which earned a laugh out of Law and glare from Doffy who them smacked him on the head with a baguette, “…don’t make me force feed you this, Law…you know I will”.

“…dad, he’s threatening me again”, Law said with a huff.

“It’s okay, we can throw him in the pool if he acts up too much and see how much he’s learned”, Rosinantè chuckled.

“Hey, hey…you’re my bro, you’re supposed to take my part!”, Doffy huffed as Law stuck out his tongue at him.

“What you been up to, Rosi?”, Doffy asked as he sipped some wine. Law giving a cheeky grin in response.

Rosinantè blushed in response, “…you know busy at work and getting Law an internship…also working on my dating life”.

“Dating life!? Well damn, I didn’t even know you were into that…you’re such a dad”, Doffy laughed as Rosinantè glared at him.

“Some of us can’t be man-whores all our lives, Doffy…some of us want to get married and have more kids”, he said with a pout.

“…glad someone finally said it”, Law said under his breath only to get hit on the head with a baguette again.

“…don’t make me visit your university one of these days and embarrass the shit out of you…because you know I will”, Doffy said with a grin.

Rosinantè sighed softly as he sipped his wine, “…hm…you know I have vacation days I need to take…we should plan a holiday together”.

Law sighed, “…dad, I have my exams to worry about…”.

“Nerd…I’m always on holiday so just let me know where you want to go”, Doffy grinned.

The afternoon was spent just watching soccer and relaxing the entire time until Doffy left.

“…I’m gonna sit outside for a bit…leftovers are in the fridge if you get hungry”, Rosinantè said as he grabbed his cigarettes and headed outside to sit by the pool.

He looked at his phone and saw a few messages from Y/N, he lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply before video calling with them.

“…hey, sorry I didn’t call earlier…my brother was here and we spent some time together”, he said with a little smile.

“Hi there, stranger…that sounds like fun…did you have dinner yet?”, they asked as they seemed to be lounging around their apartment.

“Yeah, my brother is pretty bougie so we had lobster…”, he said with a weak smile, “…what about you?”.

“I was just planning to cook right now…I was thinking salmon…”, Y/N said looking thoughtful.

“Pretty healthy…”, he replied with a wink.

“Yep, got to help my guns in shape”, they said before flexing their arms for him to see.

He whistled in response, “…thanks for the gun show…I feel like you should have shown me them last night or this morning…”.

“Well you’re always welcome to come over and I’ll show you them all you like”, they teased as they put down their phone in angle where he’d be able to watch them cooking.

He smiled as he watched them, “…you know our next date should be a home cooked meal date…what do you think?”, he asked curiously.

“I’d love that! What about next Friday?”, they asked gently, “…I mean I still want to see you during the week but on Friday I usually have more time to go to market after work and get the best ingredients”.

“It’s a date then…”, he said with a smile.

“Sounds good to me…hey is that a pool?”, Y/N asked excitedly.

“Oh yeah, you like swimming?”, he asked curiously as he flipped the camera for them to see the pool.

“Yeah I do!”, they beamed.

“Well then you should come over and use it…Law used to use it a lot when he was younger but not anymore”, he said gently.

“That’s a deal…”, they said with a smile.

“Alright, so I’ll leave you to dinner and I’ll call you in the morning…maybe we could go out and have coffee tomorrow?”, he asked gently.

“Yeah, sounds good…have good night, babe”, they said with a smile.

He blushed a little at the nickname, “…good night, love”.

He would cut the call and then finish smoking his cigarette before just relaxing for a bit outside, it wasn’t too cold at least.

Maybe this new chapter of his life would be a little more fun than usual…he had high hopes.

[bas-writes]

Hey, could I get a headcanon about s/o getting gravely injured because of an accident for Doflamingo and Corazon?

Oh gosh, I have struggled horribly with Rosi's part but I have somehow dragged myself to the result I'm finally confident with.

Their S/O Gets Gravely Injured

Characters: Doflamingo, Rosinante Reader: gender neutral CW: injured reader, vague mentions of violence, alcohol consumption

Doflamingo

Many conflicting words can be used to describe Doflamingo’s twisted and complicated relationship with people whom he cares about, but one thing is sure—he’s madly possessive and protective of them, as long as they’re loyal to him. If a single hair falls from their head—without his knowledge and consent—he’ll burn a whole kingdom to the ground. 

And you’re someone even closer, even more dear to him. Someone whom he trusted enough to engage into a romantic relationship. You’ve reached the deepest, the most mysterious realms of his heart. No wonder he values you over everything aside from himself.

And now you’re hurt. Possibly dying.

Doflamingo is a burning rage. Guilty or not, whoever crosses his path in the wrong moment will be shredded into pieces. Your blood was spilled, so he demands the payment, in hundreds if not thousands of its worth. If he can’t get the responsible ones in his hands on time, the more brutal and painful their price will be once he finds them. 

It’s one of the rare moments when Doflamingo’s thick walls of self-control are breaking, revealing the traumatized, hurt heart he deeply buried and secured. He had lost many among the loved ones (a good number of them with his own hands, but he feels he was forced to do it) and all of the memories are hitting him at once. Especially the one of his mother, the image of life gradually leaving her body right in front of him, day after day as he watched helplessly… He thought he forgot already, but now he has every little detail visible as if it was happening right in front of him again.

He spends insane amounts of money for the best doctors, medications and care—but refuses to see you through the whole treatment. He claims he’s a busy man, too busy to keep guard over an unconscious or sick person. But in fact he’s too afraid to break in front of you or, worse, in front of other people. He’s worried, he’s scared, he’s hurt—and doesn’t want to acknowledge any of that.

You can see a significant change in his behavior once you’re back in good shape. When you two reunite, Doflamingo doesn’t let you go away even for a second. He’s always been a possessive man, but now he exceeds himself, as if he was afraid something will happen again, if he will stop looking even if for only a second…

Rosinante

Rosinante not only is clumsy as hell, but also possesses a temper he could share with a whole country and his brother—and still would have more than needed to set a city on fire because of a fury attack. He would never intentionally hurt you, but he doesn’t always control where and how he falls. And once it explodes, his fiery temper causes way too many problems…and creates too many foes. 

There’s a big chance the accident is his own fault, more or less directly. 

His love is as passionate as the fire that runs in his veins. He likes to joke he would burn the world for you, but he means even more: he’d burn himself for your sake. He swore to protect you with all his might and yet… The verge of emotions running through his mind could kill a man of a weaker will: he’s scared, furious, shocked and ruined, all at the same time. How could it happen? Why did it happen to you?

He blames himself a lot and doesn’t try to hide it. Even if the first words he says sound more like scolding, pleading—as if you could snap yourself out of a serious condition just like that—they’re in fact full of pain and helplessness. He’s a soldier, a spy, a pirate—not a doctor. He can’t help you once he fails his self-imposed mission. And having his hands tied just breaks his heart.

Of course, he’s going to do everything to get you needed help. But even if he succeeds, the pang of guilt doesn’t leave him for a long, long time, even after you recover and the whole affair remains nothing but an unpleasant memory. The guilt pushes him into desperation and desperation—into fiery anger. He’s a ticking bomb until he’s 100% you’re alright.

Not a single crumb of his anger and worry is revealed to you, though. Rosinante does his best to control himself when he’s close. He can’t do much about your physical state, but at least he can take care of your mood; all the negativity stays outside, around you he has nothing but angelic smile and protective aura as he gently squeezes your hand or brushes hair out of your face. 

The first thing he does when you’re announced safe and sound and healthy is drowning his relief in alcohol while celebrating. He’s prone to overdoing when he’s stressed, but he kept himself in line during your recovery. The dam breaks, there are many drunken apologies, many promises and a gigantic—but happy—hangover.

[lehguru]

MUSCLE MUSCLE! + ONE PIECE MEN

one piece men having a muscular fem!s/o feat. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, trafalgar d. water law, sanji, donquixote rosinante, buggy the clown

info: again FEM!READER , this is so self indulgent its embarrassing; not proofread

luffy wouldn't mind you having muscles. he thinks that's something normal – just like some women can be skinny or chubby, others can be muscular. he would love to compare his biceps to yours if you love to flex, he takes it as a fun playful thing. he would adore to train with you, it gives him a big motivation; not only because it's someone as strong as him training, but also because he would adore to share earbuds with you and do silly dances to make you laugh between your sets.

zoro thinks the way you managed to build up your muscles is amazing. he often talks to you about your training techniques and diet; you're also one of the few – three – people he invites to workout with him. if you spot him during bench presses, he always puts a higher weight than he would while alone – that's his way to show that he trusts you and your strength. he will often stare at your body at the gym, but it's never in a creepy way, he just wants to make sure you're okay while doing your exercises (and he secretly enjoys to see your muscles working).

law is constantly wanting to rip his hair off with worry for you. he thinks your psyche is nice and he have no problem with it, his fears lie on your diet and your bones/joints. he fears that you might get an injury and you're not keeping a healthy fat percentage; even if you reassure him and say everything is fine, he always show up with food at your place. if he's not in that worried state, he loves to feel your muscles while you hug him (he has a skinnier build, so he enjoys the contrast). his favorite thing ever is to feel your arms around his head while he lays on your stomach.

sanji would love your body no matter what, but there's something about you being able to lift him up – and even throw him around if you want to – that drives him insane. if you post a picture with any of your muscles flexed, you will get a dozen of comments from him. if you take him to the gym to train with you, he will praise you and won't even train so he can "appreciate and help a goddess like you". he begged you for a long time to give him a headlock so he could take a picture and make it his profile picture in every single social media he have (and the background on his phone).

corazón always get shy whenever he looks at any of your muscles – you often notice it, because his cheeks become a nice shade of pink. at first you thought he didn't like you being muscular, but quite the opposite. unlike his brother, he doesn't build up muscles that easily (they have the same genetics, but he always says he was born to be the skinny brother), so you, the love of his life, being muscular? he is over the moon. if he gets your consent to do it, his hands will be all over you. if you need a massage, he's there. if it's just resting on your thigh or your back during a cuddle session, he's happy. he loves your muscles a lot, not more than he loves you.

buggy thinks you're one of the coolest people because of your muscles. he always wanted to be bigger and scarier, but his muscles always seemed to grow on his legs and stomach only, so if you are well-balanced on all your body, he is smitten. he loves to lay on any part of your body, giggling to himself if he thinks about doing that when you two are apart. he is constantly praising you, but, unlike sanji, they come in a more "if you were the queen, i wouldn't mind being the jester" way. he wouldn't mind tagging along with you to the gym, but he would spend more time glaring at any other men that looks your way than actually training.

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

[merbear25]

Talk dirty to me

Lust fills the room, leaving its remnants on your skin through light touches and on your lips from feverish kisses. When things start heating up between the two of you, there are key words and phrases that get them hot and heavy.

Doflamingo, Caesar, Corazon

CW: NSFW!! MDNI!!! gn!reader, headcanons, dirty talk, kind of toxic

Doflamingo: Being the ruffian that he is, he'd offer no comfort in the bedroom or at least be far from considering it. An absolutely filthy mouth that'd spout obscenities at you throughout the experience. He'd get off on making you feel small: a humiliation kink layered with a vipor's tongue.

Master / Yes, sir: Whimpering out his authority through muffled breaths would feed into the control he loved hanging over your head. He knew he was always the one in control, but he still enjoyed hearing the title sputter out of your slack-jawed mouth as he rammed into you.

Dirty whole / Filthy slut: Whether or not he'd be the one calling you wouldn't always make the biggest difference. However, if you were strung-out on his cock and panting from overstimulation, referring to yourself as such would itch the spot he hadn't been able to reach prior. Grabbing your face, he'd spit in your mouth while confirming that you belonged to him and only him.

Caesar: Possessivenss would be present throughout your relationship, but during intimacy, it'd be dialed up to 100. He wouldn't admit it, but he'd really want to be praised: tell him how much you loved it, how good it felt, how much more of him you wanted. Jealousy would come hand-in-hand with his greediness over you, seeking you out to soothe his troubled thoughts.

I'm yours / No one else can have me: Seeing you being, what he believed, too friendly with someone else, deep down he worried he wasn't enough for you. Cooing those short phrases at him helped wash off those intrusive thoughts. Keep telling him how no one can compare to him.

God, I missed you...: Despite already spending quite a bit of time around each other, there were dry spells when it came to bedroom activities. Breaking them and adding in this phrase with a clawing neediness would quickly make him lose himself. Wanting to be even closer to you, he'd force himself further inside, not paying attention to how deep he actually was. Bruises would be scattered about your body afterwards.

Corazon: His kindness and gentle behavior would extend into the bedroom: checking in on you and showering you with words of encouragement. Hearing you return his praise only intensified the shots of ecstasy coursing through him. He tried to have some self-control with how rough he was, but sometimes you made it hard.

Right there / Just like that: Your moans were so sweet to him. Gripping at your hips, he pulled you closer: your g-spot getting hit with ruthless repetition. Crying out those words while he was so deep in you tested every ounce of self-restraint he had, eventually pushing him over the edge.

I'm so close / I can't hold back any longer: The intimacy you shared was something he wanted to make last for as long as he could, which meant overstimmulating you most of the time. Becoming an unraveled mess was a sight to relish in. Caught up in your beauty, your cries for release only added to your intoxicating image. He'd now be encouraged to chase after the climax that was already fast approaching.

[hannya-writes]

Every Broken Shard of Your Heart

Title: Every Broken Shard of Your Heart

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Donquixote Rosinante x Reader (implied), Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader

Other characters: None

Category: Romance, Smut, a bit of Angst

Warnings: the first and most important: This is a Smut, so don't read it if you are under 18y/o. Besides that we got misuse of Devil Fruit powers, murder, fool language, thighs fucking, size kink (is not mentioned a lot), Fingering, Dominant!Doflamingo, Death of a character.

Author's note: I started writing this while watching Dressrosa arc and that was like, three months ago however I ended writing this because I kinda dig the idea of Doffy being in love with someone who loves Rosi, and then taking advantage of her broken heart.

• • •

— wait, Doffy! — you said on your knees between the two Donquixote brothers, Rosinante behind you and Doflamingo in front of you — Don’t do anything you’ll regret— you asked, covering Rosinante all you could with your own body.

Doflamingo clenched his teeth, a vein popped in his forehead out of frustration and hate. You were begging for his little brother's life, you who were proud and arrogant, the only one in his family who didn’t fear him or his fury for going against his wishes. You, the only one in his family who he asked himself to be by his side. For a split second he thought you chose his brother over him, until you continued speaking and he considered your ideas as the words came out of your mouth.

— Use him — the words came out with more conviction than ever — You know he’s a spy, make him your tool, a double agent, that way we can use him to have information about the Marine — Your idea made Doflamingo almost smile. Almost.

— He’s been lying to us — he said with a cold, harsh tone — He lied to you— he took a step closer — and me — another step closer — did you know he could speak? — closer — did you know he was a Marine? — he squatted in front of you but he already knew the answer.

— No — you exhaled with that short word and looked down in shame, you were supposed to know these things.

His warm hand caressed your cheek and stopped in your chin, making you look up at him, the glasses were the only barrier between your y/e/c eyes and his.

— Don’t worry about me, this is not something I’ll regret — he promised and pointed the gun over your shoulder and shot.

You didn’t flinch as every bullet was shot, even when the gun was right by your side. You were used to that sound, to the blood and gore that existed in your line of work, however it wasn’t because of that you didn’t react. It was because of fear. Fear, sorrow and a deep pain froze you with each explosion.

You wanted to cry, stop him, wail with every fiber of your being but you couldn’t. Your negative emotions didn’t reach the surface anymore, that much you have suffered in life. This was just another blow that life gave you, after all, you just witnessed the murder of the love of your life.

You died inside once again every day you woke up and realized that event had actually happened. You weren’t going to find Corazon around a corner, you weren’t going to have to save him from burning himself with a cigarette, you will never see his hidden smile in the morning, or smell his cologne mixed with those cigarettes, feel his arms around you, his soft kisses, or anything else. He was gone. You almost wished you could cry, maybe that way you would stop feeling so full of pain and sadness.

— you're smoking — Doflamingo took you by surprise one night as you were doing exactly what he said.

His words took you by surprise since you only smoked in the security of your room, where no one could see you as you laid in bed, thinking of Rosinante, reliving your memories with him, especially those where he kissed and worshiped your body before making love to you.

— not the sharper tool of the box, uh? — you asked sarcastically and he laughed for a moment before getting serious and walking in your room, closing the door behind him.

— when did you start? — he asked and you puffed out some smoke.

— sorry, didn't look at the clock— you answered, letting the cigarette hang on your mouth as you spoke, he stood by the side of the bed towering over you.

— don't make me repeat myself— he threatened, pulling the cigarette out of your mouth, throwing it to the floor to step on it.

— two weeks ago — you confessed and he frowned, it was the exact number of days that had passed since the death of his brother — I missed the smell, decided to try it, turns out it feels good — you added and he sat by your side in bed.

— you miss him — he accused you, showing his unhappiness. A little vein popping in his forehead.

— I'm guilty, your honor, sentence me to hang from the neck till I die — you said plainly, joking sarcastically.

He groaned bothered by the joke, by your attitude. You were usually sarcastic but this was strange. It sounded almost as if you actually wanted to be sentenced to die.

— That’s what you want? — he asked, looking at you from over his shoulder, trying to read your blank expression. Your lack of an answer annoyed the hell out of him, he turned and his big hand caught you by the neck. — I can solve it — he added with a big smile, hovering over you.

It hurt, one of his hands was enough to choke you and kill you. Breathing was difficult, speaking even more.

— You miss — you said, keeping your eyes on his face as he pressed your neck, making it more difficult to breathe with each second — him too — Doflamingo relaxed his hand on your neck out of surprise.

Your hand touched his own softly, without asking for him to take it away, just offering comfort, the same you needed.

— Why are you not fighting me? — he asked, putting a slight pressure again on your neck.

— My life has always been in your hands, why should I start to fear death from them? — you asked even when inside you wanted to tell him to end you.

He laughed with joy as he leaned towards you, all smiles and charm on.

— you have always been the most loyal of all — he praised you, as he leaned closer you were able to see your reflection on his glasses — I must reward you, after all you took care of my brother —

— no — you growled, angry at the mention of Corazon. He was your lover, you didn’t wanted to hear his murderer talk about him — Don’t talk to me about him! —

— You treated his burns every time he caught on fire, you healed his wounds, covered his incompetence, you gave everything for him — his words were the truth but you didn’t want to hear it. — he was like a little brother to you and he still betrayed you — his harsh whisper left you perplexed.

He was right, you have given up even your heart for Rosinante. He made you happy, his clumsiness was cute, he managed to made you blush without even speaking. You laid with him in that same bed, tangled in his body, you slept by his side, but he didn’t gave a fuck about you. It had all been a farse for him, a cover to keep going on his mission.

— I know, so what? — you asked angry, only for the giant's pleasure.

It hurt. It hurt like hell and all you wanted was for it to stop but Doffy was poking the wound only to see you suffer.

— So, I can make you forget — his breath hit the corner of your lips

If you were stupid you would have thought he was flirting.

Your mouth opened to say something but the words didn’t leave before he captured your lips in his. His hand released you and moved slowly over your chest, caressing slowly the curve of your breast. His tongue entered your mouth and the soft, wet appendage looked for your tongue.

“Stop” your mind yelled but your body reacted to him, your tongue followed his, your hands held to him for dear life and your eyes closed, surrendering to his will. It felt just like Rosinante, but it was different. Doflamingo kissed you with fervor and need, his touch soft and careful without being annoying, like Rosinante's teasing nature and his fear of breaking you.

"Fuck him" you thought to yourself before biting Doffy's lip to correspond his offer of sex because Rosi betrayed you and you only had to be loyal to Doffy. With your eyes closed, you could pretend he was his brother. Moaning into his mouth you arched into him, looking for him. He split apart from your lips, smiling at the sight of your chest going up and down quickly, trying to grasp enough air in your lungs. The thread of saliva connecting both of you broke and you gulped down staring at his lips.

He chuckled at your eagerness, enjoying the way your tiny hands unbuttoned his shirt to get to his skin.

— tell me — he ordered and you felt your mouth dry without the intrusion of his tongue — what do you want? —

— You — you answered without a second thought, pushing the bed with your elbows to get closer to him. — Please — your warm breath tickled his lips as he smiled pleased with your answer.

He crawled over the bed to cage you under his bigger frame, leaving his coat and black dress shirt on the floor. You took off your top and he licked his lips at the sight of your half naked form. His lips trapped yours again, kissing you with eagerness and lust. Tongues swirling in a lewd way before he started to kiss your neck, sucking on your skin before biting hard. Marking you, making you moan loudly from the pain and arousal such action provoqued on you.

— so delicate — he muttered against the valley of your breast — all for me — he commented before licking a small circle around your nipple. Your already labored breathing turned into full moans as he played with your tit. His treacherous hand moved, controlling the thread of your jeans making it disappear in an instant, only for him to caress your mount Venus, coaxing you to open up your legs for him. Soft, tender caresses from his finger teased your core as soon as enough space was open for his hand.

You moaned his name at the feeling of his middle finger pressing the wet spot of your underwear against your slit, staining it with your arousal.

— fuck — you cried out pleased, blush evident in your face.

— that good, uh?— he laughed in your ear before pressing a wet kiss to your earlobe — stay still — he ordered, pushing away your panties to penetrate you with one of his thick fingers, curling it in search of the place that made you feel bliss.

— Doffy — you moaned his name in his ear, holding to his shoulders to control the need to push your hips against his hand to make him go faster.

— what is it? Does my finger feels so good for you? — he asked and you bit your lip, happy to feel something different than the usual pain and sadness.

— yes — you answered, biting your lip, at the way your hot inside was being softly and dexterously massaged by his middle finger as he penetrated your hole slowly.

— it's so…— the sentence was left in the air as he pushed deeper and started taking a quicker pace.

His mouth sucked your right breast, as he continued fingering you with just one of those fingers. Your arousal coated his finger, making it easy for him to continue. A second finger prodded your entrance and you buckled your hips, trying to get it inside.

— you are taking it so good — he commented letting go of your erect and swollen nipple from his attention to it. — now, fuck yourself in my fingers — he said stopping the movement to let you do it yourself. — show me how to fuck you —

You raised your hips from the bed and started to do as he had ordered, using his fingers like a toy, bouncing quickly on them, mercilessly, with the same roughness you used to fuck with Rosinante. He chuckled against your left boob, sticking his tongue out to lick the aureole, making your nipple stand in attention. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his chest and abdomen, enjoying the warmth from his body.

— what a pretty whore — he said suddenly and your walls clenched around his fingers at the praise — you wanna be fuck like a whore — he stated and you looked at him perplexed by what his words made to your body as your vagina milked his fingers. — your slutty pussy is sucking my fingers — he added with a smile — I'll give you what you want — he decided.

His hand started moving quickly, making the squelching sound more evident, one of his hands raised one of your legs and he was able to go deeper in his ministrations as he plunged three of his finger on you.

— there — you gasped, scratching his chest as he curled a bit more his fingers and his thumb caressed your clitoris — mmm, gonna cum — you warned him, feeling the pleasure about to explode in your belly.

— cum in my fingers then — he added and those words send you over the edge, body arching as bliss extended in your every nerve, leaving any worry behind, mind blank with pleasure, and your hole filled with him.

— Doffy — your moaned, calling for him and he went in your aid, fingers fucking you through your orgasm, mouth and tongue silencing your stammered words of pleasure as you dug your nails in his abdomen.

His free hand moved against the bed and his pants suddenly were gone. He was naked in his full glory over your own sweaty body.

Your fogged lustful mind got time to enjoy the view since Doffy pulled out his fingers from your cavern only for him to lick your arousal from his hand. His erect cock had a slight curve, the prideful tip pressed against his lower abdomen, stealing your attention.

Your mouth watered at the sight, you raised from the bed to touch him but he pushed you down and pulled you towards him

— don't de stupid — he chastised pumping his cock at the sight of your glistening cunt, ready to be ravaged. — you can't take it, not yet — he said annoyedly, before pressing his cock over your mount Venus, showing you the size difference between both. His cock was huge, warm and heavy against your body.— lt will break you — he warned you with a serious face — and I want to keep fucking the sadness away from my pretty slut — he added with a smile, caressing your lower lip with his thumb before pressing it inside your mouth for you to suck on it.

Your tongue swirled around his digit and you sucked hard, showing him how much you agreed with his statement. He pulled his finger away with a loud pop and you realized your legs were moving but you weren't the one making them move, there were threads making you raise both legs, closing them slowly around his cock.

— Doffy what are you…? — you started to ask but the man pushed two of his fingers in your mouth, shutting you up.

Your ankles were wrapped by thread together, staying abnormally in the air as he thrusted two of his fingers in your mouth, pulling and pushing until they reached the limit of your mouth making you almost gag.

He assessed your body, content with the sight. Your pink cheeks, watery eyes for the way he forced his fingers on your mouth, your thighs in display for him to fuck.

— whores don't speak unless asked to — he mocked before spitting in his cock to use as lubricant as he started to move between your thighs, enjoying the delicious sensation of his aching cock wrapped by you.

You hummed in pleasure and he accelerated his thrusting, sliding over your slit, using your juice to fuck you, making you writhe under him

— swallow — he ordered, forcing his fingers in your throat. You obeyed letting him use your throat as a second pussy while he pumped his length in you.

Tears from the effort of sucking his fingers fell from your eyes and that spurred something inside Doffy. He liked too much the image he got of you: crying, drooling on his fingers, nothing like your usual proud and smartass self. He had made this to you and he loved the sensation of power, he loved to see you broken, lewd. He pumped more in you, wishing it was your precious cunt taking his cock, swallowing him greedily.

You hummed in his fingers and started bobbing your head, enjoying the intrusion, sticking your tongue out to welcome the abuse. Who would have known that two of his fingers gave the perfect girth of a cock. Who would have known fucking Doflamingo could be so lewd and delectable.

The sound of flesh against flesh and the slurping of your mouth had gone in a crescendo. Doflamingo's hips thrusted his cock between your plush thighs relentlessly, his heavy balls slapping against your sex, making you hum on his digits lasciviously.

— so good — he grunted leaning closer, your legs resting over one of his shoulders, bending you in half, his fingers escaped your mouth and his hand guided you to look down to see his wet cock poking between your thighs with every thrust. It made you blush, it was so obscene but somehow it turned you on to see the reddish tip fucking into you. It was so big, so wet. He leaned closer to you, the slight change of position making his balls hit your clitoris with every thrust, your gummy walls clenching over nothing as he used your body.

— fuck… yes… — you moaned in absolute pleasure, wondering if he felt as good as you did. — more… more — you whined drunk of pleasure, lowering a hand to tease the tip of his cock every time it poked over your Venus mount.

— you dirty bitch — he said in a low growl that made you arch against him — I decide when you come… no the other way around — he scolded you before taking your hand away.

You cried feeling every nerve in your cunt start to burn with all the pleasure.

— I…can’t — you announced feeling at the limit of pleasure — cum…cum…ming —you sobbed clinging to his neck with both of your arms.

— good girl — he commented and with that a fountain of pleasure broke inside you making your legs tremble, your hands scratched his neck and a cloud of bliss overtok you.

Doffy enjoyed your expression of pleasure, the way you were sweaty and dirty with your own fluids made him proud.

Messy, quick thrusts followed before he could reach his own climax, from the trembling of your plush thighs. White, hot sperm splashed from his cock, painting your abs and breast to complete the masterpiece he had made with you.

Dazed, you looked at him with a smile, slowly comming back from cloud nine. Catching your breath.

Your fingers cleaned a little of his cum from your breast and brought it to your mouth.

— how dirty — he said observing you under him.

— Says the man who just used my thighs to cum — you answered trying to normalize your breathing and he laughed.

— I couldn't be rash with my pretty slut — he said, taking you by your chin to make you see him right to the glasses. — I must take it slowly or else, this beautiful body of yours would break — he said tracing one of the sides of your body in appreciation, only to end up with cum smeared in his finger.

— It's a pleasure, young master — you said half mockingly, half serious since he had made you cum twice

— Say again the last word — he instructed and smirked.

— Master? — you said and he leaned down to lick your neck. Between your legs you were able to feel his cock twitch at the word.

— that's right, I'm your master — he answered with a low voice that made you shiver. — and you are my whore — his hand went to your waist.

— Sure thing, as long as you make me feel better — you answered by playing hard to get with a smirk in your lips.

The man over you moved one of his hands, commanding the threads to open up your legs to show your wet, sticky crotch and your vagina in full display.

— such big words, from such a tiny slut — he laughed and with a movement he released you from his threads letting you relax, as he fell in bed by your side— don't worry, we are going to have fun—

You turned to your side to look at him and he looked back at you, only you couldn't read his expression because of the glasses. How annoyinh, he had just fuck you while using those ridiculous glasses. Rolling your eyes you took the glasses from his face and put them on the nightstand.

— Next time, glasses off — you instructed and the dark, sharp eyes of the head of the Donquixote family looked back at you. He looked so handsome, dangerous and… relaxed. He wasn't like Rocinante who held you close to his body and made you feel safe but it felt good. It felt good to feel something besides the pain, the loss and the coldness of loneliness.

— sure — he answered tiredly, looking at your eyes, at the spark of peaceful attention and desire in them. He liked that gaze, he liked how honest your eyes were. He had always liked you but never knew how to get in your pants. He should thank his brother, thanks to Rocinante's death he had found a way to get close enough. Roci had won your heart, but Doffy knew he had everything else. It was only a matter of time for him to pick up every broken shard of your heart.

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A4 - Donquixote Rosinante / Goofy fun

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"Hurry up, Cora-san! Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay! Just gotta... there."

Cora pulled up from your sleeping form on the couch, placing his hands on his hips successfully. He had planted the trap.

In his hand; a can of whipped cream. In his mushroom-hatted accomplice's hand; a feather. Little Law was snickering quietly behind his palm as he passed over the feather to Cora. He gave the boy a wink and a thumbs up before kneeling beside you to tickle your nose.

Law peeked in from behind Cora's shoulder to watch yourself smear whipped cream all over your face. This had been his idea after all, and after getting his uncle convinced, he was practically vibrating with excitement. "Their eyes! I saw them move!" Law whisper-shouted, pointing at you as you slept.

"Don't worry, Traffy. You'll get your revenge." Cora stuck out his tongue to carefully and unknowingly pet your nose with the feather, making you smear your palm of cream all over your face.

This had all started when you thought it would be funny to tell Law you ate all of his halloween candy. To say the kid was sad was an understatement; after telling you it was alright, he stomped to his room and cried into his pillow. It seemed he had been looking forward to his Reese's cups. When he found out it was a joke, though, he pouted and swore to get you back.

Now, he watched Cora lean over you and tickle your unsuspecting nose, a child-like smile painted across his cheeks. "This is gonna be good. Great idea, Traf."

Law's confident smirk graced his features-

Until, in one fateful moment, your hand collided with skin, splatting cream everywhere and causing you to startle from your sleep. Law started to laugh, but his giggles deafened as he observed the scene. However, it seemed you weren't the one covered in cool whip.

It took a moment for Cora to realize he had been smacked in the face with your handful of whipped cream, but when he did, he couldn't control his laughter and fell onto the floor, leaving both you and Law confused on what the hell had just happened.

When he explained the situation, you had only one response,

"Of course a joke planned by you would backfire."

"Well, at least it was still funny! I'm sorry I tried to trick you. Lemme give you a kiss to make it up." Cora laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips before rubbing his nose against yours, leaving you both soiled with sugary faces.

"And I still gotcha."

Before Law could make his dramatic gagging noises and tell you guys to stop, he got one look at your face and lost it. The revenge he was so savagely seeking was quenched. You couldn't even be mad at how Law fell on the floor laughing, saying it looked like a bird pooped on you both. It was a harmless prank, and you loved both of the boys too much to let something so cute get to you.

[third-arch]

No Surprises-A Trafalgar Law x Reader Fan Fiction

Quiescence 2-Determination

chapter rework, sfw, fluff, trauma, some angst, some cussing

“Cora-san!” 

“Reader-chan!” Corazon smiles widely, 

You run into his arms, hugging him. You both topple over with a loud bang. 

“Oh! Sorry!” 

He looks at you and laughs. 

“It’s been awhile. How are things for you and Law?”

“They’ve been fine. He’s been doing some research lately.”

“On what?”

You shrug, “Dunno. Something about like, Devil Fruits having special powers or something.”

You sit on the ground, “He doesn’t really tell me many things. I really wish he’d open up to me more.”

Corazon sits on the ground next to you,

“Speaking of opening up, Corazon, why did you become a Marine?”

“Well,” he pulls out a cigarette,

“A man named Sengoku saved me.”

Your eyes widen,

“You were saved?”

He nods, “Just like you.”

You giggle, “That’s so weird!”

“Ehh?? How is that weird!” He gently pinches your cheek with his thumb and index fingers.

“Okay, sorry! Go on!”

He smiles, “The man’s name was Sengoku. He found me after my brother had killed our father.”

He pulls out a cigarette, “Basically, my childhood was really shitty. My father had decided to abandon the lifestyle he had for us to live a more normal one.”

He lights the cigarette. You move your hands to keep any flames from consuming his feathered coat. 

He continued, “Townsfolk hated us,”

Fwuuuuuuuu “They hated what the people related to my father did to them. All the pain and misery they had to endure, all came back. An unrelenting, furious, and karmic galeforce.”

Haaaaaaaaa

You frown,

“I’ll spare you the details, but we basically lived in poverty. My mother died and we were nearly hung up and killed.”

“My brother was cold. All he cared about was the power that our father had abandoned.”

“He swore vengeance on the people that persecuted us, and eventually…”

He makes a gun with his hand. 

You hold his hand.

He holds it back. You scoot forward and lean against him.

“I’m sorry, Corazon.”

He turns his head away from you, taking another puff of his half-finished cigarette before snuffing it out.

“So, he killed you,”

He nods,

“Do you still love your brother?”

He looks at you,

“I never did,”

“He’s my brother, but he’s still a monster.”

You nuzzled into his coat. 

He’s a monster, but he’s still my brother

He’s my brother, but he’s still a monster

Even if Koby had turned against the world, and had become a hell raising demon, would you still love him?

Would it be your convictions your parents had taught you all these years that would keep a thread of affection still lingering?

Or would you hate him?

Would you go as far as to follow him ‘till the end of the world to murder him?

Even then, what would be the right thing to do?

Would you still consider him a part of your family?

Corazon pauses, “Say, you don’t think, maybe,”

He looks at you, and frowns,

“...nevermind.”

“Nevermind what?”

He shakes his head, 

“No.” 

“...”

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t ‘tcha?”

You nod,

He sighs, “Think of it this way. You loved Doflamingo. You tried to, at least. But, even after everything that he did to you, do you still love him?”

You shake your head.

“Well, love is a choice, Reader-chan. At least for me, it is.”

He places his hand on your head,

“But, I’d choose love anyday over anything else, if that makes sense.”

“My heart can only love so much. His actions were unforgivable. He’s a demon.”

“My convictions held me back. My heart was too soft. Even though I hated him, I’m not a killer, at least I don’t consider myself to be.”

“You’re a good person, Corazon. I think you stayed true to yourself until the very end.”

“I tried to.”

“But, you did!”

“Still, trying to put a stop to my brother’s madness and saving Law came with a heavy price. I had to kill people. I hated it. I didn’t want to do it.”

“Well, to me, I think you inspired someone to carry on your will and become a wonderful person. You stopped another Doflamingo-in-the-making. 

“I’m sure those people would forgive you if they understood your intentions.”

You caress his cheek, “At least I would.”

Corazon looks at you and gives you an uncomfortably painful smile.

“You have too much love in that heart of your’s, Reader-chan”

“Kanna-chan”

His eyes widen, “Huh?”

You smile softly, “Kanna, or Kannazuki. Kannazuki Kaze.”

He points at you, surprised,

“Your name isn’t Reader??”

You shake your head.

“So, Kanna-chan?”

“Hehe, yeah!”

His eyes light up,

“Your name is beautiful, Kanna-chan!”

Your cheeks feel tingly, “Your’s is too, Rosi!”

Corazon falls backwards, blushing, and explodes in flames from the supposedly snuffed cigarette smoldering against his coat.

“C-Cora-saaaan!” 

You sigh.

-

“...Cora-san? Before we start training, uh, this is a really weird question.” 

“Let’s hear it”. 

“...Do you think you could ever see Law like…I don’t know, with another person? Like, dating…?” 

Corazon smirks at you, and grins almost devilishly. 

“ooooooohhh you like Lawwww~” 

“SHHHHH!!! STOOOOP!!” 

Corazon chuckles, “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Just let it out. I won’t judge you, I promise”.

Your heart is beating loudly as you lay in the flowers next to Corazon. 

“I just feel so safe around him. I may not like some of the things he does, but I know he’s only doing it because he cares about me.” 

You stare at the large cotton-like clouds in the sky, sitting up from the flowers and stretching your arms.

“I just feel so weak. I don’t feel like I’m good enough for him,” you frown.

“I want to live a quiet life after all of this. But first, I just wanna protect him.”

Corazon grins, sitting up from the flowers. 

“You’re really cute! I’d be surprised if Law didn’t like you. You’d be a great partner for Law!!” 

He rests his cheek on his hand.

“Really?” Your eyes become happy as you turn to face him. 

Corazon nods.

“Sure! If Law’s not happy, he needs someone happy. I mean, he told you about me, right?” 

He points to himself. 

“Yeah! A little,” you nod, giggling. 

“You see how much he loved it when I made him smile, yeah? And now you want to save him?”

“Well! More like, protect him. But, if I needed to, then yeah! I’d protect my captain!” 

He looks at you with enthusiastic eyes. 

“Well, Kanna, that’s why I’m here to help you. As your guardian.” 

He stands up, nearly falling in the process. 

“I shall continue to be your teacher, Donquioxte Rosinante! And you shall be my student, Kanna-chan.” 

He holds out his hand, smiling with his teeth as you laugh and offer your hand. 

-

“Alright! First order of business, There are two main abilities that you can activate,”

“While they may seem simple, you need skill, timing, and good coordination to use them.” 

He stands up walking around in circles while you sit down, legs crossed and you stare at your teacher. 

“Remember, lacking any of these will get you killed. You cannot hesitate. One hesitation, and it’ll all be over,” 

“Got that?” he asks, sternly.

You nod. 

“Good, now, let’s pick up from where we left off: Silent”.

-

“Hyah!!” you tumble to the ground, rolling through the flowers,

“Unnhhh…” you groan.

Corazon walks forward and kneels down in front of you, reaching in his pocket for a cigarette.

“Kanna-Chan, when you fight me, who do you see?”

“...” you frown, disappointed in yourself,

“Doffy.”

Corazon sighs,

“I’m not mad, okay?”

He sits down, crossing his legs, lighting the cigarette in his mouth,

“No matter who you fight on the battlefield, each individual is their own. They all have their different strengths and weaknesses.”

“If you only see Doffy, you’ll only see his strengths and his weaknesses. You won’t be able to adapt on the battlefield. It’s why you probably kept losing to Law.”

Your eyes narrow, “Yeah…”

“It’s also just basic respect, Kanna. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it for you.” 

“If you want to fight admirably, you have to admire your opponents in some regard, as well, by recognizing and pinpointing their strengths and weak points.”

You nod,

“If you don’t get this through your head now, you’ll never learn. Here, I have an idea, look at me,”

You turn from your lap to face Corazon. He grabs your hands and holds them sweetly,

“Don’t just document our encounters in your journal, document the people you meet.”

“Describe their posture, their tendencies, any tells or weak points, any strengths or fighting styles.”

“The more you journal, the more you can find patterns and grow your mind,”

He taps your head, causing you to smile. 

He blushes, happily, 

“I’ll start with my crew, then!”

“That’s a good idea! It’ll help you during any missions with them, knowing how to help them or what to look out for.”

He ruffles your hair,

“I’m proud of you, Kanna! Don’t give up, okay?”

“I won’t, Cora-san!”

You both laugh.

A hypnotic sensation overcomes you, as your eyes begin to close.

“Cora-saannn…” you yawn. You fall forward, allowing Corazon to catch you in his chest.

He holds you in his lap, nuzzling your forehead until your eyes flutter close.

“I’ll miss you, little lion,” he whispers, smiling,

“Until next time.”

[hana-san]

Hes a sweet person

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anon asked: Hi! I just read your Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji hc with a s/o afraid of having sex and I just loved it! Your writing is amazing and I really enjoyed it. I struggle with vaginismus so I pretty much know how stressful this situation could be. But I’m actually curious to request you the same hc but with much BIGGER boys, especially Doflamingo, Crocodile and Katakuri. Please feel free to add other big men bc I honestly can’t get enough of them.😭😭😭

Hi hi! So I feel really dumb because I accidentally deleted the request, but luckily, I had copied/pasted the text of my doc before. But sorry, anon D: Anyway, thank you so much for liking my work and for requesting! That was pretty fun to write. I decided to add King and the sweet Corazon. And before starting, please have a look at this, lol. Those guys are so BIG, help.

☆Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, King & Corazon with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW (generals) : smut, MDNI, v!sex, f!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), size kink

WC : Oh my God, I got carried away... 4,3k. Enjoy. :D

⇢ You can read the part one here & the part three here

Doflamingo

CW : a lot of teasing, creative use of devil fruit, slight praise, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet name

Doflamingo is, let's say, complicated. Of course, he considers you as a part of the Donquixote family, and he cares deeply about his close ones. But, on the flip side, he can't help but love when people are stressed or afraid because of him. It plays with his constant need for dominance. So first, he would grin, almost laugh, and be extremely pleased with himself. "My poor little bird is afraid… because of my size?" While running his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. "I'll make it good for you, don't worry, just leave it to me." 

Doflamingo craves dominance, so he would be more than satisfied with this situation, his eyes roaming over your body with eagerness. He's a really patient man and also loves to play and tease you all the time. "Lay down comfortably on the bed." He would say, placing his heavy, large hands on either side of your hips, slowly pushing you down on the mattress, his eyes shining with nothing but pure desire. 

He loves how tiny your body looks when he's towering over you. It makes you look so vulnerable. Oh, sure, he loves when his s/o is smaller than him. Again, it plays with his constant need of domination. He finds it fascinating that he could destroy you with one hand. Luckily, you're his precious bird, so he would probably play with you and inflict some pain on you, but only what you're able and willing to take.

His hands would be surprisingly feather-light while running all over your body, tracing all of your curves, and fondling your breasts. Then, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index, delighted by all of your shivering and sighs. 

"Mh, you're so needy, y/n" with a low, teasing laugh as he slowly runs his fingers down your trembling thighs, tracing along the sensitive skin before slowly, really slowly reaching for your wet folds. He would smile, his eyes fixed on your pussy, fascinated by how needy you are already for him. But that's not enough. He is eager for more. "So pretty" 

He would begin to tease you mercilessly, tracing soft patterns on your inner thighs and lower-belly. He likes to play with anticipation. He's not the kind of man who just roughly and mechanically slides his fingers inside you. Without teasing, there's no fun.

The more you squirm and moan, the more he's pleased, watching your pussy becoming more and more wet. 

"So eager already." Purring close to your ears, making you shiver even more, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your spine. "What should I do now? What do you want y/n, my tongue or my fingers?" 

You'll have both in the end, so don't worry.

It's clear that Doflamingo has mastered using his long tongue. And the same applies to his fingers always fidgeting when he uses his devil fruit. He's probably a master when it comes to fingering and oral sex. So he would slowly sink between your thighs, licking your soft skin before finally allowing you to feel his tongue against your sensitive folds, keeping your thighs open enough for him with his heavy hands. 

You just can't help but arch your back as he eats you out, turning you into a whining and moaning mess. He would drink your juice as if it was a precious wine. "That's it", humming against your slit, licking your clit. Slowly, he would slide a thick finger inside of you. His mind would probably be a bit dizzy, thinking about how good he would feel with his cock inside of your tightness.

"You're so responsive, little bird," before adding another finger and hitting that sweet spot, still licking your clit.

And he won't stop until you cum all over his tongue and fingers. "Good girl" 

With eyes darkened with desire, he would finally removing his pants, his heavy and extremely long cock springing free, leaking in pre-cum and twitching in anticipation. You can't help but look at his length, stressed. "Do you like looking at my big cock, little bird? Does it turn you on to know that I'm going to fuck you senseless?" So sure, he would grin again before lying on his back and letting you ride him. 

He perfectly knows how to control himself so he won't just push roughly while you line your pussy with his cockhead, trying to brace yourself-up. You definitely want to do it, but you feel nervous. "Need some help, little bird?" 

As you nod, he would use his devil fruit to guide you. With one broad hand wrapping around your waist and the other guiding the strings, he would slowly force your hips to move down, impaling you on his breathtaking thickness, his eyes sparkled with mischief. That's the moment you would see him lose his grin as he can't handle how tight and wet you feel all around him. "So tight…" 

"You can take more?" As long as you tell him to keep going, he would continue to guide your hips down his length, groaning softly, with his hand fondling the flesh of your waist. "That's it, take it, take it all."

As you start to moan, he would say "What's up little bird, you love how well I am stretching you?"

And as you slowly get used to his cock stretching your walls, his cock throbbing inside you, Doflamingo would nicely use his strings to guide you moving up and down, delighted by the sloshing noises. The way your core swallows his length would be mind-blowing for him. The sight of your wetness covering his cock every time you move up and down is something he would love to see more often. Be prepared to entertain your king again.

Crocodile 

CW : slight domination kink, praises, he's smoking because well it's Crocodile, oral sex (Crocodile receiving), slight hair pulling, using of his hook in a slight creative way but nothing extreme, belly bulge, unprotected sex

Another DILF and dominant man. 

Crocodile is a silent man. So the second you tell him you're nervous because it's been a while since the last time you had sex and that you're also nervous because he's both long and thick, he would just raise an eyebrow. Just like Doflamingo, he would love the feeling of you being intimidated, because Crocodile definitely has a thing (and a kink) for dominance. He likes when you acknowledge his rank and qualities.

"You're afraid because of my size?" 

He would lead your hand until you reached his cock. "If you're nervous, then you have to become familiar with it." So he would feel the girth and the veins, breathing deeply, delighted by the sight of your small hands trying to correctly wrap his thickness. "That's it, y/n. Touch it and get used to it. Soon, it will be all within you."

He would talk with his usual deep, raspy, and calm voice, the one that always sends shivers down your spine. And sure, he would act all dominant, smoking his cigar while you try so hard to satisfy him. Of course, he would look down at you. You are in his hands. So let go of all your intrusive thoughts and just focus on him. Only him.

"Suck it." 

He would watch closely as you try to wrap your tongue around his cock, tracing all the veins, and licking hungrily all the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead. He would grab a hand from your hair with his heavy and broad hand, leading your head back and forth, while watching you drool and struggle to breathe all over his cock. He would slowly lose his composure, sighing huskily, unable to handle how cute you look with your mouth full of his cock, trying to figure out how to take more of his length. He would find the sight of his member glistening with your saliva to be quite entertaining. 

"That's a good girl. Come get your rewards."

The moment he blows out his cigar and removes his rings, you know the real deal is about to start. 

He would likely use his large hook, carefully running the sharpened tip along the soft skin of your stomach. Before slowly leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. Avoid running your hands through his hair and stay still like the good girl you are. Otherwise, he might punish you with a hard pinch on your nipple and a rough slap on your ass cheeks.

Slowly but surely, then, he would reach your inner thighs and then your pussy. He would eat you out with his hand holding your thighs apart. He would you lick your pussy in a classy way, not like a vulgar starving. He would be fond of all your moaning and incoherent mumbling as you can't handle how good it feels. "You won't cum until I say so." While circling your clit with his thumb, teasing you, drinking your juice. Your shivering and tremblings are both entertaining and satisfying. Crocodile rarely goes down on someone, but when he does… oh, it's quite mesmerizing. 

"Stay still" if you start to squirm because of how good it feels.

And, once you're finally reduced to a whining mess, he would use his hook to grab one of your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading  your legs wide enough to fit in between. "Spread your legs for me." He would put a pillow under your back while manhandling you. And then, again, he would use his hook to slightly raise your upper body, until your pussy is lined with his cock.

"Can you take it?" 

He would enter you in one go as soon as you nodded. Not in a forceful way, but he doesn't see the point of taking a lot of breaks. Once his cock is buried deep inside you, he will soothe your trembling thighs by running his hand along your lower-stomach, feeling the bulge created by his cock. "Good girl. You're taking me so well." He would likely hold your legs tightly, trying to fight his own desire to fuck you roughly.

He's a patient man, so he'll wait until you're ready for him to start thrusting.

So deep and slow at the same time while he stretches you further, his cock throbbing and twitching. Not a grunter, but a pretty deep breath as you tighten around him. For this occasion, he will spare you from his usual roughness. But next time… you better be ready.

Katakuri

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, food play, unprotected sex

"I know, love." Yes, he would speak before you even have time to express your fears. Blame it on his haki. Katakuri has a lot of sisters, so he would be well-aware of those kinds of thoughts. If you're nervous, he would take some time to ask why, making sure to fully understand the situation. 

"I'll take care of you, everything will be alright." Despite his lack of words, you have faith in him. He's aware of the future, so if he says it's going to be fine, you can trust him and it's already really soothing.

The Sweet Commander is a gentleman and he's aware of size. He would never just slam into you, especially not if you're already afraid. Before even thinking of reaching for your pussy, he would start with a lot of soft kisses all along your neck, and then on your breasts, sucking on your nipples, pinching them nicely. He just loves your breasts. They feel soft under his palms. He could spend hours worshipping your chest. As you slowly arch your back, moaning softly, and relaxing under his touch, he would continue to kiss your stomach, honoring every inch of your body.

You're so beautiful. Despite his quietness, his eyes would be brimming with pride. Being intimate with such a beautiful woman like you fills him with pride. "You're doing great." 

His voice would always be calm and deep, as usual. The control he has over himself is quite mesmerizing. 

And well, Katakuri probably has a food play kink, so he would love to devour your body covered in cream. So intoxicating. Your body tastes amazing. The taste of sugar is also amazing. Both? Total heaven.

He would then sink his head between your thighs, eating you out like your pussy was one of his dearest donuts. He'd like nothing more than to please you, so feel free to guide him. Katakuri being both smart and observant, he would quickly learn all of your sweet spots, turning you into a whiny moan, begging for more. 

If you don't tell him to stop, he could eat you out for hours. He can't help it; it feels so good and you taste so good. He would drink your juice, circling your clit with his thumb and wouldn't stop until you cum against his lips. 

"So good." 

He would take advantage of your wetness and dizzy mind from your orgasm to slowly push one thick and long finger inside you. It's so tight and warm that he would struggle to keep his calm composure. Especially because his haki showed him some really nice pictures of what's going to happen. 

As long as you need him to continue, Katakuri would honestly just pamper you with kisses and caresses. He knows how big he's, so you have to tell him when you're ready to take him. 

Katakuri would keep your thighs apart with an impatient hand, exposing your wet folds to his eyes. He would look hungrily. His cock twitching crazily in impatience, leaking in anticipation. "You're ready?" 

He already knows the answer, but Katakuri is a gentleman and cares a lot about consent. It doesn't matter if his observation haki shows him everything in advance.

Katakuri would intertwine his fingers with yours before slowly easing his cock into you in one go. A slow, but steady one. And as he fills you up to the brim, he would lose his composure and sigh in relief. Your pussy feels like heaven around his cock. It's a perfect blend of tightness, warmth, heat, and wetness. "Y/N, you feel amazing." 

He would adjust his pace to what you're capable of. If you need him to slow down, he will. And he would be more than happy to comply if you asked him to be rougher. He is here to satisfy you. And you will be satisfied. Reduced to a shivering, moaning mess. The way his fat cock slowly slides in and out and hits all your sweet spots is just too good. It's such a delight to see the big, stoic Katakuri looking his composure because of your body…

King

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, kind of blindfold kink I guess (?), slight spanking, unprotected sex

Even with you, King doesn't like to show his face. He struggles with intimacy. Your confession would make him feel embarrassed. What is he supposed to do? He was about to fuck you without any further thought, but now he needs to take more consideration. 

He would slap your thigh with a sigh. "Turn around." 

While slowly lying on your stomach and complying, he would slowly remove his heavy mask, running a hand through his beautiful white hair. But you don't have the right to watch. The only thing you're allowed to do is imagine. You've already seen his face. So you close your eyes and imagine his beautiful, almost mesmerizing beauty in your mind: brown skin, white hair, and an expression that is both cold and determined. 

He would make you feel. Feel his mouth licking and kissing your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Wet kisses. His hair would softly caress your skin as he devoured the back of your neck, his big hands roaming along your waist to keep you steady. "Stay still" he would always speak with his lips near your ear, enjoying all of your shivering.

And suddenly, he would yank your panties or just push them asides, eating you out from behind, spreading your thighs. "Get on your all fours," he would command, just to have a better view of your glistening folds, before sinking back between your legs. He would keep your cheeks spread and lap at your pussy, intoxicated by your moans, your taste, smell, and how you feel against his lips. You're arched for him, exposed, so beautiful. 

Even if he eats you out, he would love to spank your ass every time you squirm, forcing you to stay still. "Don't move and let me eat you out." He can sense that you're tense. And he doesn't understand why because usually, he can slide into you with ease. But he would take his time, fingering you, rubbing your clit, turning you into an almost crying, whimpering mess. 

He would obligingly ignore his cock, twitching and throbbing in anticipation, taking his time to work on your tightness, stroking your back. "Shh, it's alright, we'll take our time."

He would love to watch how beautiful you are, with your ass up and chest against the mattress, and your head buried in a pillow. What a stunning sight. The way your pussy is messing up on the bedsheets is quite stunning. 

He would use the fact you're unable to see him to his advantage, teasing you, running his fingers along your slit, then rubbing his cockhead, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness. "Please…" 

Please keep begging, it's a lullaby to his ears.

And finally, he would grab your hips firmly, filling you up to the hilt in one go, hitting your cervix. He would fight against his own desire to destroy you by digging into your soft flesh with his fingers. His strong grip would leave bruises on your skin tomorrow. 

With his huge cock nestled deep inside you, almost splitting you in half, he would let out a shaky breath. So good. So intoxicating. As you lie down, at his mercy, the sight of his cock slowly thrusting in and out of your tight hole, all stretched out around his thickness... it's too much to handle. As he plows into you from behind, he would moan. His member, all glistening and shining, covered in your wetness, the way your ass is swallowing him... 

He just can't.

His hands would be glued to your ass cheeks all the time. "You keep sucking me in, it won't let me go." 

He would try his best to stay nice. Stretching you out slowly. Even with slow strokes, his size is so overwhelming that it drives you crazy. Holding onto the bedsheets, closing your eyes, all you're allowed to do is imagine his jaw tightly clenched and his muscular body looming over you.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?" 

The instant you say yes and he feels you loose around his thickness, he will smash into you roughly, grunting loudly, slapping your ass, intoxicated by your you. And you alone.

Corazon 

CW : Body worship, praises, face sitting, protected sex, wholesome, soft sex

To end on a sweet note, the lovely Rosinante.

Let's assume it's your first time ending up in the same bed. Rosinante is always kind to you, and you know he won't do anything to hurt you. But still, if you explain to him you're nervous because he's big and also because you're always a bit stressed when it comes to sex… then, Rosinante would just be even more sweet. 

"Sweetie, we'll take it slow. You trust me?" 

He would be both careful and nervous due to his goofiness. What if he just falls on you? What if he crushes you with his weight? What if... oh, no, he's thinking too much again, his hands twitching on your body.

"It's okay Rosi, I trust you." 

As you ease him down, he would kiss every nook and cranny of your body: neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, belly button,... leaving red lipstick streaks all over.

His large, heavy, and yet kind hands would hungrily roam your figure, your shoulders, learning each of your curves, scars, and every single part that makes you, you. He would make you love everything you hate about yourself, making you feel safe and loved. 

His hands would be soft and heavenly as he fondled your breasts, mesmerized by how warm and soft they felt against his big palms. Well, he's still goofy, so he might accidentally pinch you or scratch your nipple, apologizing again and again with wet puppy eyes.

And slowly, his hands and mouth would continue to explore your skin, kissing your lower stomach, and slowly reaching for your damping wet panties. "So wet for me." 

He's genuinely amazed. Rosinante would be in awe: does he attract you so much? He just wants to smile warmly at you.

He would accidentally rip your panties apart, and then apologizes again. Please, just laugh or reassure him. After all, his goofiness is adorable.

He would be incredibly sweet if you're a bit nervous about exposing yourself fully to him. "Sweetie, I swear you're mesmerizing. So perfect and beautiful, I want to love every inch of your skin". While slowly running his hands along your inner thighs. "It's alright, sweetie. Just open your legs for me. Can you do this for me?"

If you're still nervous, then Rosinante would lie down and allow you to sit on his face with your wet pussy pressed against his lips. Rosinante would love to eat you out while rubbing his hands along your back, ass, and thighs. Soft kisses on your clit, hungry tongue drinking your juice while it flows down on his chin. 

He would gently massage your bottom while slowly sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue. Rosinante would just love to have your thighs squeezing his cheeks. Move, all you want against his tongue, all he wants is to satisfy you and soothe all of your worries. His focus will only be on you, regardless of how hard his cock is.

He would slowly slide a thick finger inside you, curling it nicely to hit that sweet spot, making sure you're ready and aware of what's happening. The way you moan his name and use his mouth as you please is mesmerizing. 

With two fingers gently stretching out, Rosinante would continue to worship your body with his hands and tongue. He's probably trying to hide his coughs because he's suffocating with his face stuck between your thighs. But who cares. The way you taste is like heaven.

If you want to cum, he would allow you to cum against his lips. If you want to stop before reaching ecstasy, that's okay too. 

"I'm ready for you, Rosi." 

Totally flushed and nervous, Rosi would let you ride him. He's too stressed by his goofiness, so it's better if you take the lead. And at least, you can control the rhythm and depth. 

Rosinante would definitely use a condom. But, he would struggle to open the packaging and then roll the protection over his length due to his nervousness, excitement, and goofiness. His big, shaking hands would likely cause him to split one or two condoms. Please, help this poor boy.

The shows continue with the lube. It's likely that he would let the bottle to fall, spilling all of the liquid onto both your belly and his hands. "I'm so sorry, sweetie!" And he would stupidly try to steal some lube from your stomach to smear it over his length. You can't help but laugh warmly, caressing his hair. "It's okay Rosi, relax."

His heart melts as you straddle him, his length twitching and leaking wildly. He's big, both in length and girth, and he's aware of it. He would allow you to take all of your time to prepare yourself. The way he looks at you tells how much he cares about you and how honored he feels to have you by his side.

"Whenever you want, Y/N" with his deep, soothing and soft voice.

As he feels your tight entrance against his cockhead, he would bite his lips, grabbing the bedsheets tightly. Because he would never dare hold you roughly and leave bruises on your body. When he sees that you're still a bit nervous, he would sit up while you're still straddling him. He would slowly raise your hips before easing his cock inside you. Pushing gently, each inch, slowly yet steadily. "Shh, it's okay, I've got you, you're taking me so well. You're so perfect for me." 

He would hold you tightly as you sit down on his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest. "It's okay sweetie, you're doing great, it's okay, almost there, just a little more, you feel so good around me." With his hands squeezing your hips to keep you still. 

His entire body would be shaking. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you. You're so tight, so wet, and his huge cock is stretching you so nicely, throbbing inside you. 

He would soothe your back gently as he finally penetrates you fully, his large size stretching you out even further. "There it's over. Look at you, taking all of my cock so well. You're such a brave girl. " 

He would slowly guide your hips up and down, unable to handle how good it feels. " I've got you, let me take care of you." 

A lot of kisses, soft, heavenly touches, his breath deep against your breath as he continues to slide gently yet firmly inside you. He would praise you all the time, worshiping your body. A bit goofy from time to time, loweering you to roughly down his cock, scratching you or biting your lips instead of kissing you softly. 

But a really, really sweet moment, and a lot of cuddles during the aftercare.

[cyborg-franky]

Playing with their hair.

SFW GN Reader Chars include: Killer, Marco, Ace, Corazon/Rosinante

Killer

Moments like this with Killer were some of your favorites. Just laying together in his hammock, his strong arms around you. He wore his sleep mask and just rested with you while you read a book. It was nice, a calm that you longed for more of. 

Being a pirate, especially a Kidd pirate, didn’t often afford you moments like this. You sighed and turned the page as you felt him shift to get comfortable. You felt something tickle you, a strand of his long cascading hair.

You couldn't help yourself, playing with it, wrapping it around your finger, and watching how it shone in the light. He had lovely hair, so long and full and it made you jealous. You started to gather up his hair and run your fingers through it. 

He made a noise and you blinked, looking up at him. The sleep mask was pushed up on his forehead so he could watch you. “Sorry, is that annoying?” you asked about to withdraw.

“No,I like it,” he said with a thoughtful hum. He turned his head and let you run fingers through the entire length. It took you a moment to run fingers from the top of his head all the way down to the end of his hair.

“Good, I like playing with it.” You said with a smile.

Marco

He’s working, reading over the papers scattered in front of him, he’s hunched over his desk. Marco worked late into the night and as much as you admired him and knew he didn’t need to get as much sleep as everyone else, you still worried about him.

Getting up from the chair you were sitting in, nursing a cup of tea he’d made you a while ago you furrowed your brows, it had gone cold, you’d neglected it too long. You stretched and walked over to the sink, tipping it out. “Want another tea Marco?” you called and he didn’t answer..

So lost in his own little world until he finally noticed you, looking over his shoulder as you walked over. You stood behind him and started to play with his tuft of hair, pulling it up into a pineapple do before letting it flop back on his head.

You could tell he’d closed his eyes now, leaning into your touch, enjoying the feeling of you running gentle fingers over his scalp, lightly brushing his hair back each time, letting out a happy little hmmm before you kissed the side of his head.

“Another tea?” you repeated.

Ace

Sitting on your shared bed, muscles aching after a long day of work you needed to feel the pillows on your back as you sank into them. You watched as Ace stumbled into the room. Limbs heavy from his duties, his day was even longer, the curse of being a commander you guessed.

He dragged his feet, his boots clomping on the floor before he kicked them off. You could see the bags under his eyes, the tired look on his face, you glanced at the clock. Well, it was close to when Ace would consider retiring for the night.

You watched as Ace managed to remove his belt, the buckle making a clank as it hit the floor. Tossing his hat on the desk, missing with a grumble as he collapsed onto the bed with you, his head on your lap as he sighed into your thighs and mumbled something,

Chuckling at his half-asleep mutter of I love you you started to run your fingers through his wavy hair, enjoying how they ran through, careful of any knots that had formed during the day. You heard him make a happy sound, his body going limp against you, and his breathing slowed down.

You watched him adjust, turning his head to one side and letting you brush the hair off his freckled cheeks, behind his ear. Your loving touches started to send Ace to sleep. You smiled when you heard his soft snores.

Rosinante/Corazon

He’d just come out of the shower, training had been hard work, and he’d had to stay behind longer after because he had knocked over a bunch of equipment. You sniffed the air when the door opened, letting out the smell of his shampoo. 

You watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, a towel around his shoulders which seemed tense, you knew he felt bad when he had caused an inconvenience due to his clumsy nature. You crawled over to him, kneeling behind him and grabbing the towel. 

He made a confused noise before you started to dry his hair, firm but gentle. His shoulders relaxed as he leaned into what you were doing. You smiled when he closed his eyes and let out a happy sigh, just basking in the attention.

Once you’d towel-dried his hair you leaned in, taking a big whiff of his hair and making a happy noise. “I love it when you’ve just washed your hair, it always smells amazing.” You commented and heard the low rumble of his chuckle.

“I never change it because of that,” Rosinante replied, feeling fingers run through his damp hair, enjoying how you played with it.

He always felt happy and relaxed when with you.