#corazon x plus size reader

[hierophant-meme]

Masquerading Hearts

Corazón x Reader

Part 2- "Enemy"

Read Part 1 here | Masterlist

Notes

This one can still kind of be read as its own piece, just read the part between the dash lines. There is no indication of reader's body type or gender in that section.

Also, I have no knowledge of first-aid so some stuff might be wrong. I just googled it :P

Content Contains: no y/n, gender-neutral pronouns, mentions of blood and bodily injury, mostly fluff but gets a bit angsty at the end, 1st-person POV

Reader: plus-sized, insecure

Summary: You help tend to Cora's wounds after an "enemy" stabs him

About a week later, a boy with grenades strapped to his body and white splotches appeared demanding that Doflamingo let him into the family. This kid was full of so much rage, I learned only after it was due to what happened in the town he was from and the disease he carried. 

At first, I was sure that Doffy would tell this kid to fuck off as he had done with many children and fools in the past. This kid though, was extremely stubborn. Somehow he always returned even after Cora kept launching him off the highest floor of the hideout. His persistence and rage seemed to win the captain over.

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Before the meeting to officially announce that the kid known as Trafalgar Law was to be a new family member, I was reading a book alone on a couch in the common room. The creaking of the door opening made me look up and I noticed Cora was walking slowly, hunched over, and clutching his lower abdomen. I was going to ignore it until I saw blood dripping on the floor.

“Holy shit, Cora! Did you fall? Did someone do that to you?” I got up from the couch and walked towards him. Even though he looked like a skyscraper standing next to me, I somehow managed to help keep his balance. He took out his notebook, wrote something, tore it out, and then showed it to me:

Enemy

“Oof. I know you’re careless but even you’re usually more careful than this. C’mon dumbass, let’s get you patched up.”

On our way to his room, I picked up a first-aid kit. Once we arrive at his room without either of us plummeting to the concrete floor, I tell him to sit down and help him take his enormous, fluffy coat off. I hesitated to get to the next part, but it had to be done.

“I’m gonna go wash my hands and find some rags really quick. Take off your shirt and I’ll be back to treat your injury.”

I didn't even look at him to see if he understood me. I quickly walked out of the room so he wouldn’t see my blushing face. I try to convince myself that I don’t have those kinds of feelings for him and I only blushed because it was rather awkward. As I’m washing my hands I look to find a moron as red as a tomato in the mirror. I don’t like him, I tell myself. There’s no point. I splash some cold water on my face to hopefully subdue the color. With a bowl filled with water in my hands, I then go search for a few rags and brace myself for the complete idiot I know I’m about to be anyway.

I turn to enter his room and make a sudden stop before entering. I couldn’t turn away from the sight in front of me. Sure, I knew he was fit, but I didn’t know he was completely shredded and covered in a collage of scars. Makes sense with all the training and fighting he has to do for missions… and the amount of times he’s face-planted on the floor and burned himself. He looks at his wound before looking up at me. I snap back to reality and remember that he’s probably in pain and I need to hurry the hell up. 

After dipping two of the rags I got in some water, I handed them to him and told him to apply pressure to both openings of his wound. Whoever did this sliced him all the way through but it seems that they miraculously didn’t hit any vital organs. But still, how is he not screaming in pain? I prepare an antiseptic solution and soak another rag with it.

“Just a heads up, this is probably gonna hurt like a bitch, but I need to disinfect it. You ready?” He nods. I hand him a clean rag.

“If it hurts too much, bite down on this.” He takes it in between his teeth. He signals me to continue so I place the rag with the solution on the front opening of the gash.

On contact, he reached his left hand to my upper arm and dug in pretty deep. I looked up at him wincing in immense pain. I was alright with him grabbing on to me at first but his grip was so strong it was starting to cause me to wince in pain as well. Luckily, he loosened his hand not too long after.

“Deep breaths, Cora, deep breaths,” I tell him and I also begin to breathe with him. “Yeah, there ya go. You got this.”

Once I finish applying enough disinfectant to the first opening, I cover it with a clean cloth and some medical adhesive. I get up on the bed and make my way around to his back. “Alright, we gotta do this one more time. Can you handle it?”

He turns his head back as far as he can and gives me a nod. “Here, since you can’t grab my arm, you can squeeze my hand instead.”

Given the circumstances, I wasn’t as giddy and happy about it as I should have been. I actually teared up a bit seeing how much pain he was in and how much I just wanted him to feel better. Interlocking my fingers with his did seem to help make me feel better and I hope it did to him, too.

Once I finished disinfecting the wound on his back, I applied another piece of cloth and waited for the bleeding on both sides to subside. Before he could see my face, I wiped away any humiliating tears that I let out. I then started covering him in gauze to keep everything in place. While doing so, my hands slightly wandered off course as they brushed over his toned chest and the abundance of scars on his back.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. If you do, I won’t help you again like I did just now. You hear me?” I scolded him with my arms crossed. He reaches his hand to his head and sheepishly mouths, “Sorry”.

“Okay maybe I will but this better not be a recurring thing. Not gonna lie,” I turned to look to the side,” I know you’ve probably had worse injuries before, but you did have me pretty worried there for a second.” 

I sat next to him and tried to catch my breath after everything that happened. He looked at the bruise he caused on my upper arm and began to gently rub his thumb over it. “Oh, this? It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. It’s not like I was the one who got stabbed or whatever. Really though, how’d you let someone do this to you?” He shrugs. “Well, whatever, at least you’re alright now.” 

He signs, “Thank you,” and I reply with, “It’s no big deal, really”. 

I look around to see his blood splattered everywhere- on the floor, the bed, my hands. “I’m gonna go clean up and then I’ll come back to clean up this mess.”

I returned with some fresh sheets for his bed and some cleaning supplies. After changing out the sheets for him, I told him to lie down while I mopped the floor and disinfected everything. He fell asleep by the time I finished cleaning. 

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Even though he was hurt, he looked peaceful and cozy. I went up to pat his head and tell him to rest easy but I guess that was enough to wake him. He smiled at me and then caught my arm by hugging it.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing? I gotta go!”

He shook his head and gently pulled me down to his level. 

“What’s your problem, what are you-” I flinch at his fingers caressing my cheek. Who does this stupid clown think he is, making me have feelings for him and now for all I know he’s just teasing me about it and doesn’t actually mean anything to come from it. 

This has to be some kind of joke right?

I conclude that he’s just messing with me and I jump up to leave the room. As I’m walking out, his older brother walks past the door and asks what happened. Cora showed him the message he had given me earlier. “Did you help him?” he asked me. I gave him an annoyed “yeah” and tried to walk off before he stopped me. “Hold on, I just came to tell everyone that I’ve decided to let that Law kid into our family. We’re holding the meeting once they find him. I’m expecting you two to be there”.

After that incident, I tried to avoid Cora as much as I could, but that damned bastard kept sticking his nose in my business. I think I did scare him off though because he didn’t try anything like that again. I did ask him what his deal was and why he acted like that towards me that day but was met with the usual silence; not even a note or anything. 

I know it’s petty but I went back to pranking him just for that. And boy did it get wilder and wilder each time now that Law was in the picture. That kid was so smart. He was always coming up with elaborate plans on how to get him back. As long as he didn’t explain himself to me and kept throwing the kids around everywhere, it was only fair, right? 

Still, I couldn’t help feeling bad for the big guy. Maybe I was too harsh on him. But I couldn't because I did confront him about that day and he wasn’t able to give me an explanation. It really did have to be a joke.

How could someone like that, fall in love with someone like me? 

No one would ever want me in that way. I was an outsider on the island I was from. Not even my parents wanted me as their own child.

I don’t have the perfect body and I'm not a perfect person. I can’t even be a decent person. I’m out here using children to help me in some petty revenge against a grown-ass man. I can’t even use my devil fruit powers correctly, let alone fight like a normal person for crying out loud. Why does Doffy even want me around still? I can leave any time I want so what am I still doing here?

It had to be for the children. If I ever left? Who would look out for them?

For two years more, I stuck around. But within those two years, my love for the children grew even stronger as did my need to help them escape. That lunatic Doflamingo! Who does he think he is taking advantage of these poor innocent souls and turning them into war machines? A baby! He hired a baby for crying out loud! 

And Law, oh poor little Trafalgar Law. All the stories I heard about how the government slaughtered his family and destroyed his town just because they had a fatal disease. It wasn’t even contagious but of course, they couldn’t admit that they let them mine the white lead for so long so they could just sit on their asses and make a profit.

I came up with a plan to escape with the children, but I was going to need help. I bit the bullet and asked none other than my arch-nemesis, Corazon, to meet me at the hidden cave so I could explain it to him. I still hated him, but he was unfortunately the only other person I could trust. Or at least I thought so…

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Day 1: Voyeurism

Doflamingo utilizes his resources well to gain power and establish partnerships. So when a potential businesspartner shows interest in you, Doflamingo sees an easy opening. He's even kind enough to let his brother have some fun when the businesspartner admits he's a watcher.

Pairing: Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante x plus-sized fem! reader

Rating: explicit mature content (18+), NSFW

Word count: 6,7 K

Content: female reader, body description (reader is plus-sized with big boobs), power dynamic, slight dubcon, consensual voyeurism, unprotected sex, fingering, immense size difference, mentions of reader also having a sexual relationship with Doflamingo, Corazon smells like fruit because I hc him as loving oranges and other citrus fruits.

Meetings were a formality you often hoped Doflamingo would allow you to skip. Yet, in meetings where rich men could brag about their money and pay some “low-life” pirates to do their dirty work, your captain knew better than to have you walking around with the kids. And you cursed him out as much as you could in your mind.

Dirty eyes and a smirk looked you up and down, causing you to frown and narrow your eyes while covering yourself with your jacket. The man scoffed before turning his attention back to Doflamingo, who had seen his potential business partner check you out. An opportunity.

“I see you’re interested in more than just the cooperation I’m offering,” he snickered, stealing a glance at you, who froze at his words. Suddenly all attention was on you, including the man you had just frowned upon. Shit.

“That interest may have proven to be false,” the man spoke loudly with a nasal voice, trying to seem unaffected by your actions. Doflamingo quirked a brow, looking at you directly, a small smile painted on his lips.

“Oh? How so?”

“She seems like a rude one, she can’t even appreciate a man’s admiration,” the man scoffed, and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes. 

“That doesn’t sound like my y/n,” Doflamingo laughed and you felt a weird sensation dominating your body, pulling you towards him involuntarily, “you must’ve caught her on a bad day.”

“Isn’t that right, doll?” he asked you once you had reached the spot beside his chair, before pulling you onto his lap, your legs spread over his thighs with your back against his chest. You had no time to be mortified about your skirt hiking up as his hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look at the man whose eyes had grown dark.

“And you are so sorry for being rude, aren’t you?” his hand slid down your throat and you felt something sharp connecting from his palm to his finger. A string?

You nodded while looking at the man with the most sincere sad eyes you could manage to fake, wanting to puke when he smirked back at you, “Yes, please forgive my rudeness.”

The string disappeared with your words, and the man leaned back in his chair satisfied, “So she can be well-behaved after all.”

Doflamingo tipped your face backward to look up at him, meeting the reflection of yourself in his glasses, “She knows when to be obedient.”

“I’ll say, the deal is on if you allow me her for the evening,” the man offered and your blood froze, the only thing keeping you grounded being the laughter rumbling through Doflamingo’s chest, vibrating against your back.

“Fine with me,” Doflamingo chuckled, using his free hand to pull down the edges of your skirt before it rested on your thigh, knowing the man and everyone else in the room were watching intently.

“I do, however, expect one of your men to join her as company,” this caused several of your crewmembers, excluding your captain, to give him a puzzled look, waiting for him to elaborate, “I’m more of a watcher, you see.”

A small chime of collective ahs of understanding went through the air, and Doflamingo let go of your chin only to stroke his thumb over your bottom lip. But not pressing it any further. Doflamingo did have a way of knowing people, using his experience wisely.

He grinned at his new business partner, “Then she’s yours for the night, accompanied by my most trusted man.”

Your gaze followed your captain’s next words, locking eyes with the one who seemed to use every opportunity possible to get rid of you.

“Why don’t you have some fun, Corazon?”

Of all people you were suddenly forced to have sex with, in front of a stranger as well to top it off… it had to be him. He hadn’t given much of a reaction other than a quirked brow before he nodded at the sudden assignment, and it pissed you off. To make it even worse, you had to walk to a decided hotel for your stupid arrangement, something that proved to be hard for a walking fire-hazard freak accident waiting to happen. He had fallen an innumerable amount of times before you reached your destination and set his coat aflame enough that the smell of burned feathers was sure to be embedded in your brain. You took it as a blessing you hated being late, happy you started walking 30 minutes before you needed to. And with Corazon dragging out the time with his accidents, you showed up just in time. You were kind of grateful for the surprise breaks, feeling a chafe between your thighs from wearing a skirt the whole day and then a dress.

The hotel was more luxurious than anything you had set afoot in ages, and you wondered what kind of man your captain had made as a business partner. Pirates would have no chance to afford nor be welcomed to such a place. A piccolo guided you to the suite you were expected and gaped when Corazon hit his head in the doorframe with a loud thud. Once you were behind private doors, you were met with the man from earlier, wearing only a black robe with golden edges as he held a glass of champagne in his hand while sitting in a fancy armchair. And judging from the way his glass was the only one in the room, you knew he wasn’t planning on sharing.

“I had doubts about you turning up, worried that you might show that unpleasant side of yours again,” the man snickered before taking a small sip from the glass, tearing off your clothes with his eyes.

“I can’t say no to my captain’s orders, can I?” you forced a smile, “We have to please our dear partners.”

The glass was set on the table next to him with a small clink as he grinned, “You’re right, doll, if you don’t do as I wish I’ll make sure your captain hears about it.”

Your eye almost twitched, but you forced a small laugh, “Well that won’t be necessary, sir, I am quite the people-pleaser, you see, despite our earlier interaction”.

Corazon stood, as he usually did, quietly behind you, observing how the man ate you up with his eyes, swearing he could see drool gather at the corners of his mouth as he bit his lip.

“Sir,” he leaned back, sinking deeper into the seat with a groan, “you are going to keep calling me that, sweetheart.”

Got him. 

“As you wish, sir,” you noted that he was easy to please, his hand immediately flying to palm himself over his robe.

There was a small pause before he talked again, his breath shaky, “Strip for me.”

He commanded with a curl of his finger towards himself. And like a good and loyal subordinate, you sat down the small bag you had brought before stalking towards slowly, throwing off your coat to reveal the long black dress Doflamingo had bought you. Just one of many enough to fill an entire wardrobe. Shivers spiked through your body at the thought of Doflamingo planning more of this. 

The dress had two slits, each placed at your hips, revealing the folds caused by your stomach. Thin spaghetti straps were the only things supporting your heavy breasts as they barely stayed inside the deep v-shape of the dress top. The man started heaving for his breath at the sight, palming himself harder as you walked towards him, breasts bouncing rhythmically in the thin, revealing fabric, the fat of your stomach, thighs, and hips jiggling with each strut. 

If you could witness your crewmate’s reaction, you would first have seen him mistake the command for both of you, his feather coat pooling behind him on the floor. After realizing his mistake, his eyes widened and chest rose and fell rapidly after your soft back filled with squishy rolls was exposed, giving him full view of the way your ass and hips recoiled at each step, addicted to the way your hips swayed. Corazon normally looked away whenever his mind started analyzing your features, eyesspending time roaming since every curve of your body was enthralling. Corazon allowed himself to indulge in the view for once.

Once you reached the man’s desired destination, he commanded you down to your knees between his legs, his hand grasping your chin in a firm hold, squeezing your cheeks.

“You’re protected, I suppose?” 

You looked up at him through your lashes before you nodded, pushing your breasts together by your arms, “Yes, sir.”

He licked his bottom lip at your response, “As expected of a pirate.”

He released his hold on you before directing his words to the company he had demanded you bring, “I was informed you’re mute, is that right?”

Corazon nodded, and the man chuckled, his eyes returning to you below him, “Very well, then I expect you to be vocal, sweetheart, can you do that?”

A playful grin decorated your lips, “Isn’t the goal to make me speechless, sir?”

Corazon almost choked at your response, but kept calm as the man laughed. “Oh this version of you I like much better!” he smirked, reaching for his glass to take a long sip while eyeing you before continuing his fantasy.

“You sit,” he pointed at Corazon and then to the bed further into the room, “with her against your back, legs spread wide just like earlier.”

Corazon followed the command, picking you up easily to carry you with him. You shrieked at the sudden manhandling, feeling small and weightless, but managed to keep your words of protest in.

“Oh my, Joker made sure to bring a strong one for you, doll!” the man laughed, but you couldn’t help feeling a surge of excitement at how easily you were handled by the heart executive.

Corazon sat down, and perhaps it was because he held you, but he managed to do so without falling. He carefully and delicately placed you on his lap, and although you already knew he was big, sitting on him and seeing his hands envelop your thighs so easily while spreading them made you see him in an entirely new light. Corazon handled you a lot softer than his brother did, you found yourself thinking, being used to seeing him so rough and violent on missions, and uncaring towards you. Aggressive even, like he wanted to get rid of you like he did the kids. Feeling his hands soothe down your thighs and rub over your doughy flesh, you tried to fall more at ease against him, knowing you couldn’t be tense in this situation. You knew very well what you needed to do, and how to do it. But doing it with someone you didn’t trust? It was already wrecking your nerves. But you put up the best facade you could, smiling at the man while arching your back off of Corazon to accentuate your breasts, making him sigh loudly.

“Fuck, what a body, I love big girls,” his eyes slowly traced each inch of you, drooling over how soft your stomach looked in your dress, and how juicy your thighs looked pressed against the giant you sat on, “don’t you?”

The man nodded up at Corazon, and while you couldn’t see his response since you chose to focus on the boss of the night, you assumed Corazon agreed based on the man’s chuckle.

“They’re so beautiful, aren’t they? So much to grab, kiss, lick - so much to jiggle and bounce, and that’s not even mentioning the recoil of their ass when you fuck them,” the man had pulled his dick out by the middle of his sentence, and started pumping himself by the end while staring into your eyes. You wanted to cringe, but couldn’t.

And this time you knew Corazon’s response; it grew against your rear and lower back, causing your cheeks to burn. Was it because he was into larger women, or was it because of you sitting in his lap?

“Move the dress, let me see that cute little pussy she’s hiding from us”

*‘No panties’

Doflamingo had clicked his tongue when he saw the panties revealed by the slits, pulling them off for you before sending you and his younger brother on your merry way.

So the man had noticed right away you were bare? 

Your ears reacted to a small sound from above, and it couldn’t have been anything other than a gulp. Was he nervous? No, he couldn’t be, he had his fair share of experience, surely?

Corazon’s long, slender, and calloused fingers from years of fighting and accidents slid down your skin beneath the dress, before cold air met your inner thighs and cunt as he slung the dress over one of your hips.

“Fuck, so perfect,” the man groaned as he pumped himself faster at the sight, and Corazon’s right hand acted on its own accord while the other pressed against your stomach to push you back against his chest. His fingers brushed over your clit, a small shock shooting through your body, before rubbing between your folds as you sighed at his touch.

“Can’t wait to cum around his fingers, can you, doll?” the man teased from several meters away, looking at you with heavy-lidded eyes, “Bet you’ve never been with a guy his size before.”

Were you supposed to correct him about the statement? Or play along with his fantasy? He surely must’ve connected the dots when Doflamingo pulled you onto his lap just hours earlier?

“Talk, doll, let us know your thoughts.”

You looked at him with dark eyes and furrowed brows as Corazon’s fingers got more eager as they teased you, and his free hand groped your breasts over the dress. You put on a small act.

“I-I want to feel his fingers inside me,” you moaned out, not missing the way your crewmate twitched against you, “they’re so big, I need to feel them, please, Corazon!”

The man fisted his cock aggressively as he drank in your words, and you helped out by grinding against Corazon’s fingers, ripping out a small groan when you pressed hard against his length. The feeling it created in your core shook you, never imagining Corazon could somehow turn you on. You repeated the movement just to hear a deep grunt fall from him, a surge of arousal crashing through your body. His sounds were so deep and guttural, creating a raw, deep desire completely unfamiliar to you.

Corazon toyed with your folds before inching a finger towards your entrance, teasing you before slowly inserting it into your slick cunt, causing you to moan. A real moan. His digit alone stretched you out in ways you were unable to on your own, his sheer size once again shocking you as his head hovered well above yours taking in the view of your smaller frame against him.

“My, you’re such a big guy, look at how she’s enjoying herself already,” the man’s voice was slurred as the words barely met your ears, too occupied accommodating Corazon’s finger moving against your ribbed walls. 

“Oh fuck,” your moan came out as a shuddered whisper, your head falling against his chest at the intrusion while one of your hands grabbed at his forearm, feeling his muscles move and tense beneath his shirt. That stupid, goofy shirt that had no business being worn by a criminal. That silly, ugly shirt that reeked of him, the smell of nicotine and- and something sweet.. like fruit. What kind was hard to decipher, especially with your brain melting. A scent you had never noticed before, as his smoking habit always kept you at least a mile away. But now it filled your senses, burrowing into your mind, tainting it - knowing whenever you would be in the vicinity of fruit or smoke, you would be haunted by the memory of Corazon stretching you out.

You made the mistake of looking down at his hand, seeing him add another finger that pumped in and out of your sex, making moans drip from your lips.

“Cora…” you whimpered. It was the first time you had ever used his nickname, and even if it was due to breathlessness, his energy shifted. The hand playing with your breasts pulled the straps down your shoulders completely. Exposing them before his massive palm pressed against one, toying with you like he was unsure of what to actually do. Before he gave you any time to ponder over the thought, his other fingers curled in search of your sweet spot and it had you choking on your moans while writhing on his lap. The friction against his length ripped shallow, strained groans from him, before his hand cupped your face from below and forced you to look up at him. Dark, rusty eyes flickered down to your lips before finally meeting your gaze, just looking at your contorted face while abusing the sweet spot inside you. 

“Shit!” you whined loudly, pleasure clouding your mind, Corazon suddenly the only thing that mattered as you noticed how pretty his eyes were. They were actually pretty, describing them as rusty didn’t do them justice. They reminded you of fall - ironic, considering the man. When leaves fell and blazed with autumn; gold, red, and auburn painting the ground like a hued carpet crunching under your feet.

Corazon’s lips were parted with heavy breaths as his intense gaze lingered, examining your features; your glazed eyes clouded with lust, mouth hanging open as songs of pleasure spilled past your lips, your heavy breasts in his grasp, and his fingers pumping into your sopping cunt. His attention flickered to your lips, and before realizing it, he turned your face softly to capture them in a hungry kiss, forgetting about the immense size difference. Lips completely engulfing you, you groaned loudly before sighing, eyes shut as you welcomed the warmth he offered. Ignoring the sour taste and smell of nicotine, you rolled your hips against his hand, moaning loudly into the kiss with a cry of his codename.

Your ears were selectively sealed off from the guest in the room, so whether it was his command or Corazon’s own judgment that forced you to yelp at the sudden emptiness inside you or chasing the painted set of lips, you didn’t know as you were facing the giant, gasping when your cunt met his clothed bulge. His massive palms rested against your back, one dangerously near to cupping your ass as he tried to feel the rolls on your back, your soft flesh allowing his fingers to sink into your skin. Craning your neck to look up at him, you noticed his lipstick was smeared around his lips and cheeks and wondered what kind of mess was lingering on your own face. Not before feeling yourself get warm at the thought, you didn’t care to analyze whether it was from embarrassment or arousal.

For once the silence that usually unsettled you felt like a space only for the two of you as his eyes found yours once more, the resilience that had once colored them gone as he looked at you, giving you a sense of safety. If it weren’t for your juices drenching his pants, you would’ve scoffed at the mere idea of it. You noticed the familiar feeling of being dwarfed, your hands ridiculously small against his abdomen as you traced them over his shirt, feeling his warm skin beneath.

“I’ve always hated this shirt,” you muttered, your words losing their meaning when you inhaled his smell, noticing the fruity scent overpowering the smoke, not able to hold back a small smirk, “it’s time to take it off, you’d look much better without it, don’t you think?”

His eyes widened for just a moment before you felt his hands move, and you clicked your tongue, “We don’t need an accident to happen.”

Your hands guided his own to your hips to completely discard your own dress, before tugging softly at the buttons of his shirt, “After all, how rude of me is it to make you undress both of us?”

You saw his eyes wander down to your tits, enchanted at how they jiggled with each pop of his buttons. His grasp tightened on your hips, and a small twitch could be felt beneath you, his face reddening. And you wanted to laugh at how different he was from his brother; but that would be cruel, considering how shameless Doflamingo was, while Corazon preferred to keep his privacy.

“You’re so hard for me, Cora,” you smiled playfully, reminding him of a minx where you ground softly against him, ripping open his shirt when the last button was finally undone, “I never thought you’d be this easy to unravel.”

You kept your voice seductive even when you mapped out all the scars littering his body, ignoring the small ache filling your heart. Instead, you raised your hips, raking your nails down his skin before following the trail of hair disappearing down his pants, making sure his eyes were glued to your breasts swaying with your movements. A loud gasp emitted from him when you pushed against his length with a cruel giggle before slowly unzipping his pants, seeing heart-patterned boxers underneath. You only gave him a humored look.

“You’re the heart executive alright..”

A nervous smile met your teasing one before your hands found the ends of his hoodie, pulling slightly, mesmerized at how easily he followed your commands as he bent down just enough for your air to mix. Suddenly you didn’t mind the smell of nicotine; realizing how something could easily become addictive.

“This has always irked me, it’s kind of silly,” your smile gained a hint of playfulness again, “but I can finally see its worth”.

You tugged harder while looking up through your lashes with a pretty smile on your otherwise smeared face, your lips almost touching, “Nervous, Cora?”

You whispered while looking into his eyes before glancing at his lips, longing for the taste of him again. And he obliged your wish, used to reading your body language after all the time of just following and watching you. Finally getting to do something about it. Hands sliding up your back to press you firmly against him, one hand cradled the back of your head to deepen the kiss, already out of breath as your lips moved together harshly, teeth clanking but neither of you cared as the hunger for each other deepened. One of Corazon’s hands clumsily pulled his pants further down before you felt a warm appendage against your abdomen, leaving a trail of saliva when your lips disconnected. 

“Shit…” your eyes widened at his size, naively surprised he was in the same league as his blood. You could only be grateful you had become somewhat accommodated to taking such a size… at least mentally. While in your thoughts, one of Corazon’s hands snaked down your ass far enough to feel the wetness between your legs before pushing two of his fingers into you.

“Fuck! Cora!” you gasped loudly, feeling his long fingers fill you again, not giving you time to adjust to the additional finger before thrusting them into you, embarrassing you with how wet you were as squelching met your ears. 

“Oh fuck!!” you moaned as he continued, looking down at you with a small grin, cheeks still flushed, “shit- shit! Aah, Cora!”.

Looking up at him with glazed eyes, you moaned loudly and desperately while rolling your hips to meet him better. Corazon felt your juices melt down his hand, deciding to scissor his fingers; both to better prepare you to take him, but also to see what you would look like completely clouded in ecstasy. His expression was lost on you, so you didn’t witness his eyes softening as he gazed down at your face contorted in pleasure, focusing intently on the sounds you made. The way his lips stuttered to almost praise you also escaped your notice, Corazon quickly gritting his teeth instead. His lipstick only remnants on your lips… a part of him wanted his brother to see you like this, to show him he could treat you better, and another whacked him mentally for even thinking of it. You had been driving him crazy; no matter how hard he tried to push you away from the family, you never left. 

Corazon could never have imagined himself being put in such a predicament, biting his tongue to stay still when Doflamingo chose him earlier that day. And then he saw you in this dress, before you suddenly were on his lap bouncing on his fingers, moaning so sweetly for him. He doubted his brother let you enjoy yourself like this. Another mental whack was in place; he didn’t want jealousy to jeopardize his mission. He couldn’t. And fucking you was part of the mission! An important part of the mission too, suddenly, seeing as Corazon was sick and tired of only having his hand to try and fix the pent-up frustration he carried.

So he couldn’t help but admire how you looked taking his fingers, how incredibly soft your breasts felt pressed against his abdomen, how gorgeous your curves were, and how cute your face was gazing up at him with desperation in your eyes. Your plush stomach rubbed against his length, causing his patience to run thin, especially when he felt your walls loosen around his digits, glad he had noticed the bottle of lube lying on the bed before sitting down. 

You whined once again when you were left empty, before shrieking as you were lifted beneath your knees. You slung your arms around the blond’s neck, accidentally tearing off the silly hat as it dropped to the floor.

“What are you-” You were left unable to finish your question as Corazon, as softly as a giant klutz could, dropped you down on the bed. His hands roamed to the swell of your hips, before dragging you to lay with the entirety of your ass and lower back against his thighs. His hands left you to reach for the pillows to lay beneath your lower back. Corazon followed your gaze, smiling when he saw your reaction to his cock splayed on your belly, before he saw your brows furrow. You felt tapping on your knees, and you looked up at Corazon whose face showed confusion and concern, like asking ‘is everything okay?’.

The gentleness he had possessed ever since the doors locked was such a contrast to his normal behavior, and it made you almost nervous to acknowledge your heart clenching at his soft gaze, viewing you so differently than his brother did, “Yeah… I’m fine”.

His shoulders shook as he chuckled lowly, before he looked down at you softly, caressing your thighs delicately. His fierce blush proof of the effect your body had on him. He gazed down at his cock displayed against the plush of your stomach before looking at you, and you understood that he was asking for permission. You gave him a nervous smile as you nodded, and he started rutting his hips slowly, dragging his cock through your slick folds brushing over your sensitive clit, seeing your lips part with a sigh. After a few thrusts of coating the underside of his cock with your juices, his hand looked for the lube behind him, knowing this wouldn’t work otherwise. You whimpered when his fingers pressed the cold liquid against your entrance before pumping himself, looking down at you like you were a goddess. Something that didn’t deserve less than all of his desire.

“Cora, please…” you sighed, the hunger inside you turning into starvation, craving him in a way that would haunt you for weeks once you were done.

His hands wrapped around your thighs carefully to lift your hips, pressing the wide head of his cock against your entrance, your nails finding the muscles of his thighs to dig into while gasping. He looked attentively down at you while pushing his hips forward, seeing your eyes widen and eyebrows scrunch together at the intrusion.

“Oh fuck, Cora,” you gasped at him, bracing yourself for more as he continued to push slowly into your heat, allowing you time to accommodate his size, without the expectation of you to take much of him. Your walls stretched around him, and he saw your breath starting to heave from the penetration, hearing you whimpering at the bitter stretch you naively thought you had gotten used to.

His jaw clenched when he pushed further, enthralled by your reactions, seeing your jaw fall open with sweet moans while your hands grabbed at his thighs, trying to fit him. He could barely fight his own sounds anymore, grunting and groaning through his teeth, careful to watch for any signs of pain. But the opposite pooled from your mouth in messy blubberings, your eyes already forming tears at the almost overwhelming pleasure of just his cock stretching you. Yet when you looked between your bodies, so much of him hadn’t even penetrated you.

Your walls fluttered around him and he trembled at the feel, his mouth falling open in an audible gasp, fighting to keep his composure. Your nails dug into his thighs, sure to leave even more marks on his skin. His hips pulled back before slowly rolling into you again, making you moan as he started a small, slow rhythm.

“It’s so good, Cora,” you whimpered, and he smiled down at you in disbelief, seeing how much of a mess you were already, cursing at himself to not be able to let you know how beautiful you looked beneath him, and how well you took him. The effect you had on him could only be known through his low sounds he struggled to hold in, as your walls hugged him tightly while his cock inched deeper inside of you, allowing him to see your head fall back and hear you whine loudly. Corazon fell over you with his hands landing on each side of your head, and he forced his cock deeper, making you cry loudly and grasp his biceps, your nails drawing blood where they dug into his skin, a hiss gritting through his teeth. 

A gasp left his mouth hanging open as he looked down at you who were on cloud nine, a dumbfounded smile on your face as tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, your brows high and scrunched together in bliss as he was oh so deep inside of you. His cock hitting all the sweet spots that had your legs spasming around his hips and his name being mindlessly moaned through your heavy pants, him being the only thing on your mind as he was the reason you were so cockdrunk.

Corazon dared to move one of his hands to smooth over your soft stomach, tracing your stretch marks like he was trying to remember every single one, feeling how warm your doughy flesh was in his palms as he grabbed at the fat of your waist before finally toying with your breasts, centering his attention on one before switching to the other. His fingers were clumsy and you gasped when he struggled to pinch your nipples properly, the sensation almost too much. He kept the slow rhythm, mostly to not let the coil in his body snap, feeling himself closer than he wanted to already.

He blamed the mission for making it difficult to find time for proper release.

But having you like this was not enough, even if you did look angelic lying down and taking what he gave you, a need for having you close pestered within him. Lifting you just as easily as before, Corazon turned, scarcely remembering you were putting on a show, to flaunt your rear to the guest. His hands spread your asscheeks as he bounced you on his cock, allowing the guest to see how well you took him while broken moans vibrated against his scarred chest. Corazon tried not to think about how your skin rubbed against his, or how good your small hands felt clawing at his arms, the muscles dancing beneath your grasp. 

“So good… Cora, you feel so good!” 

Corazon’s deep sounds were a small guide to your ever-closing high, but when you looked up only to see him already staring at you, you felt a knot in your stomach tighten. Damn his height, his lips too far away for you to reach them, to taste them again. He seemed to notice, bending down to gaze into your eyes once more, cursing at himself for not being able to say how perfect you looked. And before he could give in to the craving, his eyes flickered to your lips before closing, sighing when he felt the comforting softness once more and your moans vibrating against him. 

Neck bent at an uncomfortable angle, you ignored the discomfort as his larger tongue explored your mouth, leaving you a lightheaded mess, the knot tightening inside your core as his cock rubbed against your gummy walls.

“Cora-” your gasp was muffled, barely able to get the words out, “m’close, please”.

He hummed against your lips, sliding one of his hands to splay against your stomach as his thumb found your swollen clit, massaging it softly while still managing to guide your hips with his other hand.

“Oh! Oh, fuck, Cora!” 

Corazon sighed when his lips left yours to press against your cheek before sitting up straighter, seeing your eyes closed shut while moaning, your body shaking against him. His thumb circled your bud harsher, experimenting with your pleasure, wanting you to cum around him before reaching his own peak. While memorizing the sight of you, praises threatened once again to roll off his tongue, and he quickly resorted to biting his lip to prevent it.

You feel so good

Looking so needy bouncing on my cock

I love the way you sound, moaning and whimpering for me

And so soft.. I don’t want to let go

He didn’t want to let go. Just as much as he wanted you to leave and live a safe life. He knew you couldn’t stand him and everything would set back to normal once this was over. But he almost didn’t mind when you were calling for him so desperately and left marks on his skin and beautiful visuals in his mind for reminiscence. He knew well he couldn’t have you once you walked out those doors. So he fucked you like a man starved, hoping selfishly this could fuel him for a while. Anything to keep him going.

“Yeah, shit, like that! Fuck, Cora, don’t stop!” 

A dumbfounded smile curved at his lips when he felt your walls flutter around him, your legs shaking as you panted into his skin with his name low under your breath. And he adored watching you fall apart, planting your face into the soft fuzz of his chest as your orgasm washed over you, pulsing desperately around his cock. You whimpered his name until you fell limp against his body, and he let himself go, cradling the back of your head softly while cumming deep inside you with low grunts. Corazon let his heavy body fall against the mattress while keeping you secure in his arms, holding you close. Allowing himself to pretend, just for a moment, that this could be his life with you content in his embrace. Pretending that his life was normal, and that both of you were here of your own free will. No mission, no business.

You were too busy coming down from bliss to hear the man’s voice ruin Corazon’s precious pretend before announcing his departure, unbothered by the thin sheet of sweat growing cold on your bodies as you heard the giant’s heartbeat against your ear, a sense of calmness washing over you. You hissed at the sudden emptiness and soreness when he pulled out, his cum leaking down between your bodies as you felt his hand softly caress your back. This made you look up at him, his eyes already lingering on you.

You scoffed before stretching your arm to wipe his makeup with your thumb, the residue of his lipstick staining the lower side of his face a faint red.

“You look ridiculous”

The post-orgasm and exhaustion you felt must be the cause of the sudden feeling of… tranquility between you. And by the way he licked his thumb before smearing it over your own cheeks, you must’ve been quite the sight yourself. Feeling a spread of warmth across your face, you turned to rest against his chest once more, looking at the wall, his hand awkwardly settling on your back.

And he smiled when you didn’t jerk him away, his eyes taking in the sight of you resting on his body. Tracing every inch of skin his eyes could reach, his breath hitched when he saw your rear. He started regretting not having put you in more positions, just so he could have experienced all of you. Or at least quench his yearning, even if it wasn’t enough. Although… it would never be enough, would it? Thoughts about what he hadn’t done rushed through his mind. He had completely missed his chance to worship every part of your body. He hadn’t even gotten to taste you due to his nerves. *Fuck.

“I didn’t know you could make so much noise,” your breathy giggle forced his thoughts away, “I just felt that good, huh?”

Your laugh was tired, and he wanted to spill every feeling he harbored for you in that moment. You hadn’t just felt good, he wanted you to know you had been perfect. But this was just part of the mission. And you had been forced to do this. So he gave no reaction, knowing you were joking as a way to comfort yourself. 

…He also didn’t have his notepad available, meaning he had no tool of communication anyway. Not that it mattered.

His stomach dropped when you suddenly crawled off him, his hand wanting to reach for you. But he didn’t. He just watched as your arms hid your breasts before you scooted to the edge of the bed, giving him a look over your shoulder, “You don't mind if I use the bathroom first?”

It took all of his self-control to not ogle your full and plump figure where you sat, your soft back and waist cushioned with rolls, and he wanted nothing more than to drag you back to him. Instead he just shook his head before turning his gaze to the ceiling in an attempt to process everything. Even so, the corner of his eye caught your awkward walk caused by soreness and his spill between your legs. Guilt should’ve manifested within his chest. Instead shame rotted the crevices of his insides at a realization; he liked seeing how he affected you physically. Of course he wasn’t shocked by this revelation when he heard the sounds you made for him when his fingers rummaged your body, or when you were writhing in pleasure on his lap. But his enjoyment of the aftermath surprised him. He didn’t expect to see you struggle to walk properly and feel a surge of arousal at the view.

Corazon grimaced at the thought of being anything like his brother. With his hands pulling at his hair in sheer frustration, both at the thought of his brother and of you, he was sure he’d rip it all out.

Why did you have to belong to his brother? Why did you ever have to find his pirate group?

Note: Kicking off this Kinktober with my love, Cora ❤️ I was a completely different person and author when I started it last year (before my appendix burst lol), and my writing motivation and skills seem to have just… dropped a lot, but I want to write for this Kinktober anyway!!! That’s what editing is for!!! Anyway, thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it!! If you want to join my taglist, you can find it here! Dividers by @/benkeibear

[finniestoncrane]

Arkham!Bane x Female!Reader, word count: 700 feminine terms used (reina plus others) and reader has a vagina minors DNI!! 🔞 server gift exchange for @yournightwish

It was difficult to tell whether the flushing of Eduardo’s cheeks was through embarrassment or the exertion of energy. It was highly likely that it was both though, given that you had walked in on him, palming his girth over his underwear, panting in desperation as he lay in the bed.

You had lingered at the door for a few moments, watching him tease himself, denying himself the pleasure of skin on skin contact, stroking his incredible length over the fabric of his pants. In intimacy, quiet moments of self-pleasure, he looked far more vulnerable, despite more of him being visible given he was shirtless.

When you coughed, he had jumped lightly, the idea of you frightening him making you giggle as you stepped into the room.

“Enjoying yourself?”

It was useless to try and fluster him further. He was suave, quick witted.

“Not as much as I am now that you are here, beloved.”

Climbing on top of him you settled yourself atop the large bulge, squealing with delight when he bucked his hips, grabbing you quickly to balance you again as you fell forward onto his chest. His large palms held you firm, fingers carefully gripping your skin. He was so careful, always. So self-aware when he had your body. While he was open to confessing that what he liked most about you was that you were soft, easy to grab and hold, but sturdy enough to take him, he still insisted on treating you as though you were delicate, priceless.

With his hands running over your ass, curving under your thighs, he lifted you slightly again, pulling you closer to him.

“Come to papi, mi amor.”

Pulled away from the temptation of his thick length, you groaned, pouting at him, until he had you sitting at the top of his chest.

“Por favour, mi corazon…

As much as he enjoyed filling you, teasing you, stretching you and having you test your limits against him, he favoured pleasuring you. You’d never asked why, afraid that you might put him off, but you assumed it had something to do with being vulnerable, being used, being the one who was giving up control. None of these were things that came naturally to someone of his strength, or size, or reputation.

You placed a soft kiss to his lips, smiling down at him as you stroked his cheeks.

“Beg me for it, pretty boy.”

Eduardo closed his eyes tight, in what you could only assume was glee, satisfaction that you were going to give him what he wanted, and the desired chase beforehand.

“Por favour, carina… por favour… quiero… quiero…”

“Que?”

He smiled at your efforts.

“… to taste you…”

You shifted your body up, positioning yourself above his face as he tore your underwear off, little effort required on his behalf. Before you could ease yourself down on to him, he held your hips steady, in place, hovering above him as he took in your scent. Gazing down at him, you almost whispered the words.

“You look so small from up here, are you sure you can handle it?”

“Si, mi amor, I can handle it completely.”

“You want me to use you?”

“Mi reina, por favour… si!”

He was tugging at you, but playfully so, not utilising any ounce of his strength or he’d have you where he wanted you. Giving in to his desperation, you sat yourself down, intending to be gentle, but forced to slam onto his face, nose against your clit, as he pulled you down on to him, smothering himself in you, suffocating between your legs as he dove in.

His muffled groans felt incredible against you, his tongue ravishing your skin, your lips, between his as he gently pressed his teeth into you, tongue prodding up and inside of you, lips around you sucking, lapping up your slick, fingers tighter around your hips, digging into your thighs as you clenched around him, riding him, grinding yourself along his face, nose forcing your hood back, offering him better access to your clit.

Through the explicit noises he made against you, you could hear him muttering.

“Me encanta...”

As you came, your orgasm teased from you with his skilful, willing tongue, he continued his praise, his appreciation of you. Wiping at his face as he shifted you down to his chest, he let his fingers brush over the small bruises that had begun to form from his grip.

“Lo siento, preciosa.”

You kissed his lips, the taste of you still lingering, and settled onto him as he brushed your hair.

[struggling-adultfangirl]

Donde Estas Corazon Ch. 1

Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters for a while and now that you're helping them on a case some unresolved feelings come back to the surface.

Warnings: None yet really? Will totally update later!

Word Count: 774

Series Masterlist

“Hey Dean whats up?”

“Hey Y/N, listen Sammy and I are working on a case here in Portland and we could use some backup. Think you could come down and help us?”

“Help as in help you find out what it is or help as in actually kill the thing?” You said standing up and gathering your things.

“Tell you what if you can tell us what the thing is I will let you take a shot at killing it sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes, “As long as you promise to be on my side when Sam starts acting like Sam and tries to bench me.”

“I’ll try my hardest but the last time you helped us on a hunt you got really hurt and he’s still not over it.” You thought back to that hunt, it was almost eight months ago. You had been helping the boys with a wendigo and it managed to claw you down your thigh. It needed a few stitches that you did yourself but the whole time Sam was freaking out and ended up blaming himself. Your hand subconsciously comes down to rub where you still have the scar, “Yeah well tell him to get over it. I’m on my way I’ll see you guys in a few days and please don’t do anything stupid before I get there.”

“Hey guys I brought food!” You say as soon as Dean opens the door.

“Hey Y/N you got here a day early!” Dean says as he takes the food from you and brings you into a hug. You hear someone clear their throat from behind you, “Hey Sammy! Come here and give me a hug you giant.”

“Hey Y/N,’ he says softly looking down at your thigh before giving you a hug, ‘How was the drive over?”

“It was good! Now eat and get some food into your system because I wanna get drunk before we get started on this case like the good old days!”

—

“So when are you going to tell her?” Dean asked Sam looking at you ordering drinks. “You’ve been drooling since she got here and its getting pretty sad man.”

“Dean,’ Sam said clearing his throat, ‘It’s not that I don’t want to tell her, but the last time that I was close to telling her how I felt she got injured and it was my fault. I could never do that again.”

“Sam-“ Dean started before getting interrupted by someone coming up to the table. “Hey sorry to interrupt but I’ve been looking at you all night and was wondering if you wanted to join me in a game of pool?” The girl nervously tucked her hair behind her ears, “My names Karla by the way?” She stared at Sam expectantly and Sam turned to look at Dean, “Yeah sure” he said slowly before standing up and following her.

“Okay so where were—wait where’s Sam?” You asked holding three beers but only seeing one Winchester.

“He uhh got invited to play pool?” Dean said nervously and pointed towards the far corner of the bar.

“With like a group of... wait no just a pretty girl.” You looked down at your feet, ‘You know what? We don’t know what the thing we’re dealing with is and I should probably get started on that, plus I have to get a room at the motel. So I’m gonna head back but you stay here and have fun okay?”

“Y/N-“

“No its okay, I’ll see you guys in the morning.” You looked at Dean one more time your eyes shining a little, nodded at him and turned to leave.

 Of course Sam would want someone like that. “She is pretty” you said out loud. She’s thin an evil part of your brain whispered. You’ve always had an idea of what Sam liked since you met him. You’ve seen countless times the girls that flirt with him on cases and at the bar when you were out getting drinks. This, at first, never really bothered you when you were younger. You were just happy to be out with the brothers and hear all the stories of monsters that they had dealt with and they snuck you drinks at the bar. You two had gotten closer over the years and one day you woke up and you realized you were in love with Sam. You had this reoccurring dream since you were 18 that Sam would come up and tell you that he was also in love with you, but you were 23 now and it looked like that was never going to happen.

This is like my first ever fic that I have been brave enough to share outside of my social circle so please be nice! As always feedback makes the world go round! Let me know what you think!! I got the title from one of my favorite songs and it is such a mood!

[missallsundaes]

okay my first request cause im thirsty-

they can be both as one or as separate pieces but i need nfsw-

cum play / breeding kink corazon bc im thursty

You come to me and ask me for one of my top 3 husbands and i say to you, yes of course please have this piece that I accidentally made about twice as long as i meant to.

Rosinante Donquixote x Reader — NSFW

CW: Breeding kink, size difference, fingering, praise, impregnation, cream pies

WC: 1798

Rosinante locked the door behind him, clicking his fingers and casting his power over your shared room, leaving the two of you in a safe barrier, away from the suspicion of the Donquixote family. He tossed his feather coat over the chair by the bookcase in the room, still not saying a word as he kicked off his shoes and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Rosi?” You said softly, wondering what had gotten into him, following the blonde with your eyes as he took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. You couldn’t read his face, especially since he was avoiding your eye contact, “Rosinante?” You tried again.

He looked up at you this time, smiling, his shirt open now exposing his chest, “Darling you are just,” He groaned, and you raised an eyebrow at him, laying on your side in the bed, just a nightgown on your form, “You’re beautiful.” His deep voice rumbled in your chest, sending waves of arousal straight through you. He tossed his shirt to the ground by the bed, climbing in and placing a knee on either side of your body, hands propping himself over you on the bed, his height apparent even more now that he was towering over you. You shifted your weight to your back as he leaned over you, looking up to his face.

“What’s gotten into you, Rosi?” You asked, running your fingers along his strong jawline.

“Just.. seeing the way you were taking care of the children today..” He spoke, leaning down to kiss your exposed skin, kissing your shoulders and collarbone, “Makes me want kids of our own.”

You hadn’t even realized he was watching you, it was just your job to watch the children, and you hadn’t done anything special. You knew he acted like he hated them to try and dissuade them from joining the family, but you also knew, like you and him that some of them didn’t have a choice in the matter. Plus his growing fondness for Law was evident to you.

You moaned as he caught your throat gently between his teeth, nipping your sensitive skin to tease you into arousal for him. “I would love to have children of our own,” You said, breathless as he shifted his weight to paw at your breast through your nightgown. “But what about--” your breath caught in your throat as his hand found your nipple, “What about not bringing kids into the family?”

“I.. have plans for that,” He said, leaving it at that, his mouth finding more important things to focus on, in this case the nipple he had exposed from your gown, sucking on the perk bud while he fondled your other breast with his free hand.

You moaned as he teased your nipples, your hands finding his toned back and running fingers along his muscles, “W-what’s the plan?” You stuttered out between breath, feeling the growing moisture between your legs.

“Well, for now I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that you’ll definitely get pregnant,” He said, lifting his face to make eye contact with you. You shivered, your thighs pressing together and putting pressure on your sex. “We just have to make sure you’re good and wet for me first, I don’t want to hurt you.”

It was hardly the first time you two had sex, but the thought of the nearly ten foot tall man bottoming out inside of you was enough to make your pussy clench in anticipation, knowing how it felt to have his cock stretch you to your limit.

He shifted his weight to his legs, leaning back on his heels and running his hands down your body, tracing the lace on your nightgown as he did so. He pulled at the bottom hem, hoisting it up to your stomach, exposing your panties to him. He slid his finger over your clothed slit, feeling the moisture between your labia already soaking through the cotton.

“Good girl, already wet for me,” He praised you, his cheeks flushed, watching you as your hands found your breasts, exposing your second breast to him, and toying with your nipples as he touched you. He pulled down your panties, rolling them over your hips and down your legs, until you could pull your feet out of them, and they were soon tossed to the side.

He ran his fingers again along your slit, swiping  across your clit as he did so and making you call out a moan into the room. He smiles, slipping his finger across again, lubricating his digit before focusing with precision on your clit, tracing circles around your nerves and making you thrust up against his finger.

“Please, inside,” You moaned as he rubbed quick circles on your nerves, your hips eagerly moving against his fingers, craving the friction.

“Oh, ready already?” He says, toying with your entrance with the tip of his middle finger, sliding it inside you and beginning a slow thrust of his hand, occasionally making beckoning motions inside of you. His long slender finger inside you made you moan and withe under him. He leaned down to steal your lips in a kiss, his finger sliding out of you and when it returned inside you it was accompanied by another, you moaned into his mouth as he stretched you with scissoring motions, occasionally twisting his wrist to stimulate you. He pulled from your lips again, sitting back on his heels.

His free hand found your clit with his thumb, still thrusting into you with his fingers, his thumb keeping the rhythm of his fingers, your cunt making obscene sloppy wet noises against his hand. He slid a third finger into you, his thumb holding down his pinky to thrust into your sopping pussy with purpose, his fingers stretching you deliciously, making you moan out loudly into the silenced room.

“You’re so beautiful, dammit,” He said, watching you as your hands played with your hard nipples, spurring your own pleasure in time to his hands as they worked on you. Your head thrown back in pleasure, hair spread around your face like a halo. He bit his lip, his achingly hard cock still straining against the inside of his trousers, a damp patch of presumed soaking through the white material. “Are you ready for me, mi Amor,” He asked, taking his hand away from your clit to unbutton his trousers clumsily.

You looked up at him, nodding, “I think so, Rosi,” you moaned, he slid his fingers out and they shone slick and wet in the light of your room. He held them to your mouth and you sucked on each of his fingers, wrapping your tongue around his digits as you did so, and he moaned softly, the stimulation driving him crazy.

He pulled the hand away, pulling his trousers and underwear down, his cock springing free, the tip glistening with excitement as it stood to attention for you. He sat, his back against the wall, and patted his thigh, an invitation for you to climb on top and ride him.

You moved across the bed, kneeling over his cock and lowering yourself gently onto him, using his shoulders to steady your motions, groaning as your lips stretched to accommodate his huge girth. You slid down a couple inches, stopping to let yourself get used to his length, Corazon groaning and making deep eye contact with you as you eased him farther into you, holding his hands on your hips, holding himself back from fully thrusting into you with his full length.

“Nnn, Querida,” He moaned as you slid further down his length, biting your lip and stifling your moans as you eased him inside you, “Fuck, you’re so tight for me.”

You leaned forward, sinking teeth into his shoulder as you rocked your hips down to the last inches of his cock, buried inside of you until the hilt, stretching you to your limit, he let you adjust a moment before using his hands on your hips to rock you back and forth against him, stimulating you both without withdrawing from deep inside you. You let go of him with your teeth as you got used to his size and started to moan and feel the waves of pleasure from his stimulation.

You moved your hands under his arms, wrapping them around his shoulders and pressing your chest into his, beginning to rock your hips against him in the time that he was rolling your hips with his hands. You lifted your hips, sliding up his thick length before impaling yourself on him again. He groaned a deep throaty moan for you, waiting so long to feel himself deep inside your wet, tight cunt.

He held you close in the new position, arms crossed over your back as you fucked yourself on his length, his forehead pressed to yours, “I’m going to fill you with so much cum that there is no way you won’t get pregnant,” He groaned, voice low, his brown eyes sparkling with his passion and love for you.

“I’ll take it all,” You moaned, rolling your hips as you met his upward thrusting, feeling your walls clench around him, the twitching inside you, edging you ever closer to the sweet release of your orgasm.

“Are you going to come for me, Querida?” He moaned, his hips moving on their own, thrusting in deep solid motions, “Do you want my cum inside you? Do you want me to fuck you until you’re dripping?”

You nodded quickly against his forehead, his words pushing you over the edge, your moans getting louder, the limit within you snapping as your pleasure pushed the threshold over into an orgasm.

“Fuuuuck,” You cried, “Please cum inside me, give me a baby, Rosinante.”

He grinned, fucking you harsher, chasing his orgasm as your cunt spasmed and tightened over his cock, you felt his huge length twitch inside you, beginning his released. “You’re so tight, I’m pressed against your cervix, you’ll have no choice but be pregnant,” He moaned, his cum filling you to the brim as the hot rope of seed coated you from the inside.

You collapsed against his chest, laying your head against his shoulder, moisture from your sweat mixing with his. You both caught your breath for a moment, his length still deep inside you.

“Gods that was good,” You sighed against him, getting comfortable against his chest and closing your eyes.

He suddenly flipped you over, making you shriek, your back against the bed again and your partner towering over you, a grin on his face.

You felt him getting hard inside of you again, “I said I wasn’t going to stop until you were pregnant, didn’t I? That was just round one.”

[browneyes-issac]

Memphis pt 4: The table

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! 18+ ONLY,PLEASE!!

Smuuttttt!! ( kinda light descriptive? 🤔 I think that's a good way to describe it without giving too much away.. 🤷‍♀️ )

AN: some of you probably guessed how this was gonna go with how I ended pt 3.😆🤭 Also this is my first descriptive smut writing, so be gentle please!! 🤣🙈

ok so I picture reader as a plus size lady, because I am. But you can still picture her as yourself completely.. It's just one little detail I'm throwing in about her because ya know the writer sees their selves in their stories a little bit sometimes. 😆💞

I feel like I got way into detail with this.. But hey, that is how I explain literally anything, so why would spicy time not be in there too... 😆🤷‍♀️

Thank youuu infinitely to @stxrrylunatic and @supernaturalgirl20 for reading through this for me and letting me ramble on about it in dms, lol. 🤣 Love youuu bunches!! 💞😘

Some keynotes/translations: When there is words in this font and have (") it is internal thoughts. When it is the font by itself it's me describing what the setting looks like, more in depth of what's going in their head, stuff like that. 😊

All translation is from Spanish. I just went to Google and asked what it was in Spanish, lol. If I got it wrong shot me an ask or a DM. 🤗💞

mierda - shit

mi corazon - my heart ( I swear this was something else when I was writing, but I don't remember.. 😆 I do like how my heart sounds so I'm keeping it.. 💞 )

cariño - sweetheart

Dios mío, cariño - my god, sweetheart

Summary: What happened after Frankie caught you after you threw flour at him? 🤔👀

Memphis masterlist

Main masterlist

So this gif.. Is so so sooo out of context and doesn't even go with the story in anyway... 🤣 But the an after reading, I will explain why I chose it.. 😆🤭

It all happen so fast and perfectly slow at the same time.

You were the first one to crash your lips to his, he was about to beat you to it, but the eagerness to know what his lips felt like took over.. You couldn't wait any longer. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you while grinning so big and mischievous.

Frankie groaned but laughed when you did. Because he's felt the same way since that first day and you were absolutely adorable with how you are so eager.

He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. After a few seconds of that, he walks you back to the dinning table. Lifts you up onto it while never breaking the kiss. You yelp because he picked you up. Never expected a man to do so because you've always thought you were too heavy to do so. He grins while leaning his forehead against yours so you both can catch your breath for a few.

" mierda.. I wanted to that when I helped you into your car at breakfast, cariño.. " he said while grinning and running his hands up and down your thighs, back up your sides.

You moaned so softly but at perfect volume for him to hear and make his cock twitch with excitement. Him touching you like he is sends shivers up your spin and all the way to your core, causing another rush of arousal to coat your walls and your dress.

" fuck, I did too. But I was too nervous to do so. God I've been thinking about this ever since, all day and night. Frankie kiss me more, please. " he doesn't have to be told twice, he cuts you off mid saying please.

The moan you let out when he instantly guids his tongue into your mouth is so unholy but Frankie swallows it and gruts with you while he is inching closer to you, same with you with pulling him closer with your legs.

This round of making out lasts for a good 5 minutes before Frankie breaks it and says; " Y/N, mi corazon, may I take your dress off so I can see more and.. " he doesn't finish what he says, he just guides his hand slowly up your thigh inches from your core.. Then looks up to you with such lustful eyes and smirks at you.

You just watch him so intently with redding cheeks and an evil grin creeping up on your lips.. " Oh Frankie. Yes, a million times yes. " you whine to him while leaning your head back from the shiver that caused.

He helps you off the table to take your dress off. Slowly turns you around while feather light touching your skin causing endlessly more goosebumps to appear on your skin.. And giving you little kisses all along your skin, nipping at his favorite parts of you. Once he pools the dress around your feet he turns you back around.

" Dios mío, cariño. You are more gorgeous then I ever imagined. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you or seeing you. " he says while leaning down to your neck to leave kisses while talking. Which causes you to blush a bit, but whimper at those words because it's him and he said it so sexy. And the feeling of his kisses is thrown into the mix of the cause too, of course.

You tilt your head to the side to give him more access to your neck while you start on his shirt.. After it's unbutton, you shimmy it off him while running your hands over his Greek god like golden skin. Next his pants, he helps you do that because he's getting more eager now.. You instantly see the tent in his boxers. Which cause you to grin so evil and cause another rush of arousal to your core. You don't even think twice, start palming him to tease a bit. He stops you and says;

Well he grunts and rest his forehead on yours because that took the breath out of him, then speaks..

" baby, i want to taste you first then we can do whatever you want. " the damn precious smirk on his face after he says that causes your heart to swell 100x bigger, " oh my god, I think I love this man he's so precious.. " you think to yourself.

You pull him into a hot steamy kiss. You both are devouring each other in the most sweet and hot way.. Tongues dancing so perfectly together.. Little nips of each other's bottom lips hear and there.. Swallowing each other's noises you make for each other because you are so so in need to be the closest you can be to one another.

Frankie starts kissing down your neck leaving small bite marks that will be gone by morning, well most of them. He tends to get carried away on some spots.. He makes his way to your breast. He looks up at you through his eye lashes with that damn smirk of his that you are absolutely smitten about already. Then... He starts leaving little kisses all over the plump flesh, slowly getting more hungry with his kissing.. After a little bit of that.. He latches on and sucks, lightly bits. Just absolutely devouring your breast. After he is satisfied he kisses a trail to your other one and does the same exact thing.

As soon as he starts being more hungry with his kisses you're hands fly to his curls. Fingers intertwined with them perfectly, pulling and scratching so heavenly. Pulls such a sinfully delicious growl from him that you feel in your soul and it goes straight to your cunt, making you buck your hips to relive some pressure and arch a bit to push yourself into him more because it feels so sinfully amazing. You are a whippering moaning mess the whole time. Never knew that a man kissing and everything your breast would turn you on so much. But you are absolutely never gonna get enough of it because Frankie is a God at it with that tongue and mouth of his..

Frankie starts kissing down your belly. Giggles start coming from you like crazy because he's kissing so lightly and his facial hair is tickling a lot more then it should right now. Damn senses are on edge in the most beautiful way. It causes Frankie to stop and asking if you're alright.

" cariño, are you alright? " he says with a chuckle. He is completely tangled around you. Arms wrapped around your waist/back, lightly massaging and scratching your back. His chin resting on your tummy so adorable like.

" yes, baby. Just my senses are very on edge because of everything, so you kissing my tummy and your mustache tickled.. " you say while caressing his cheek with one hand and smoothing his hair/running your fingers through his hair which causes him to lean into yout palm and let out a soft hum. After a few seconds you say; " you may proceed my love. "

Frankie has that evil smirk again. You absolutely catch it and it makes you whimper, back arching off the table as you call out his name. Once again sending sparks down to your core. " I swear I am already making a mess and he hasn't even touched me there yet. " you think to yourself when you feel yourself getting even more wet..

He puts delicate kisses on your center and thighs. Then untangles his arms, but of course caressing your sides as he moves down to your legs to spread them open for himself. When he gets to your knees he kisses both then slowly moves them apart. Kisses up the inside of your legs, when he gets to the inside of your thighs ( both times) he bites, licks the delicious pain away that then causes some marks that only you and him will know about as they heal.

When he is biting and licking those spots, the moan that escapes you is so loud but very appreciative it should be illegal. And causes your hands to shoot to his hair again to tug to tell him that you love what he's doing and your back to arch so much that you almost sit all the way back up.

And then...

To be continued... 👀💞🤭

AN after reading : what the gif means-- when I start writing out anything, I put all the usual stuff before ya start a fic, so I don't have to really mess with it besides writing out what is needed.. And that includes a gif. I just chose a random one, was going to change it after I was done writing this.. But after I thought about it, I wanted to be a dork and leave that one.. 😆😆 So the inspo/theme for that is you know how people always compare sex to anything western.. That is purely the tie I made with the gif and what happened in this part... 😆🤭

I hope you liked this part!! 💞🤗 I had so so much fun writing this part!! 🥰

Tags: @heythere-mel @prolix-yuy @supernaturalgirl20 @stxrrylunatic

if you would like to be taken off or added to the list, just shoot me an ask or a DM and I'll get it taken care of!! 💞🤗

[doctorgerth]

hi hi u are literally my favorite blog. can i request corazon with a chubby reader? I LOVE THIS EVENT SM <3

hi hi u are literally my favorite everything muah <3

corazon x chubby reader

PLZ this man would be so cute with a lil chubby s/o!! I say little bc every normal human is tiny next to him, so even if you feel huge, this man will be there to make you feel better bc he is actually huge lol

naps…naps everywhere. no part of you is safe from his naps. wasn’t even a nap kinda guy till he met you. now, he finds sleep on your thighs, chest, stomach, butt, etc. you’re so soft and pillowy, he can’t help but fall asleep when he’s against you!

loves to pick u up bc you don’t think he can, and he’s more than happy to prove you wrong! picks you up with such ease it’s almost scary. carries you even when you don’t need him to. hugs you close and loves to feel your plush thighs and arms wrapped around him.

loves. to. feed. you. even if you’re apprehensive bc of his history of countless kitchen fires, he loves to cook for you. just loves to see you so happy and take care of you! thinks you’re adorable when your cheeks are full of food!

reassurances when you’re insecure! whether it’s gentle touches, kisses, or praises, he is there to remind you that you are absolutely beautiful no matter your size, but your size is definitely a plus in your overall adorableness! also literally so goofy and will blow against your tummy and thighs if it makes you laugh <3

[hierophant-meme]

Masquerading Hearts

Corazón x Reader

Part 1- A Mystery Beneath the Makeup

Read part 2 here | Masterlist

Notes

I started writing this as a bigger piece but I need to figure out some lore first. Some of the snippets I am publishing have been edited to make sense as standalone pieces but there is still a story going on overall.

Once I get everything sorted out, I will post it as one whole piece on AO3 once I figure out how to use it.

Content contains: first-person POV, no y/n, slowburn

Reader is: Short, plus-sized, insecure

Summary: After a distressful day, you seek out your favorite hiding spot only to have it discovered by none other than your bully (and your favorite person to bully), Corazón. However, that may change soon after.

A year had passed since the day I became a member of the Donquixote Pirates. Corazón, my commander, was still as clumsy and mysterious as ever. And as annoying as ever. Even though I wasn’t a child, he kept throwing me around like one, but with the help of Baby 5 & Buffalo, I’d always gotten back at him for it. Doflamingo, my captain, had taken me in because I had nowhere else to go. He also wanted to help me train my devil fruit powers. I had eaten it not knowing what a devil fruit was. I just stole it from some pirates because I was starving. 

When I first met Doffy, I activated my powers in sheer fright, but haven’t been able to do so since. We hadn’t found a breakthrough yet, but he was persistent. He wouldn’t even tell me what its name was cause it would supposedly compromise our location and its abilities could be misused. He was beginning to grow frustrated with me, but felt I still had potential. That’s why he unofficially appointed me as the babysitter, which I didn’t mind. I liked it better than doing the captain’s dirty work, but I still felt like a failure. 

I’m glad that I found a family that didn’t try to get rid of me, but my self-esteem here got way worse. Being surrounded by so many cool people with amazing powers they could improve over time made me feel worthless. I felt like I had to work ten times harder to feel like I’d made any progress. When everyone was asleep or doing their own thing, I would sometimes sneak off and do some of my own training. I couldn’t stop until I had perfected my moves which took months most of the time. 

While I still held a grudge against Cora for treating me like he did, I couldn’t help but admire him. He was the only family member who didn’t have powers and was an uncoordinated mess but he still accomplished his tasks despite that.

Being overweight and short was not ideal, although at least not being as tall gave me some advantages. Even if I would never be able to look intimidating, when we couldn’t take the kids on missions I would be the one to slip through security without anyone noticing. I could also hide behind things a lot easier than the others. Yet, even with all the reassurance from the other members and what I could help with, I still felt like a hindrance to them.

I also couldn’t help but feel connected to him. We would be the only two who would make mistakes during missions. Doffy would scold us, as one would expect, yet Cora always seemed to move on from it. Perhaps it was because he didn’t talk, but it looks like he didn’t let things get to him. I wanted to be like that, too, but I had no idea where to begin. One small mistake I made would replay in my mind for weeks. It was difficult, but whenever I had the chance, I would sneak off and find a place where no one could hear me cry. 

Today would be different, however. Doflamingo hadn’t sent me on any missions and Giolla was taking care of the children today. She noticed how distressed I’d become and suggested that I go on a walk. Immediately, I knew what I set off to my small little cave at the island’s eastern edge. It was hidden by many trees but had a clear view of the ocean. I found this spot about 6 months ago when I was planning to escape, but couldn’t bring myself to do so because I didn’t want to leave the kids. I found the cave, cried it out, then returned to the hideout. I was sure no one else would ever know of its existence. 

I sat down, buried my head in my knees, and all my tears gushed out. I decided to shift my position about five minutes later to a more comfortable one when I was startled by the presence of another human.

“AH!!!” I calmed down when I saw who it was. “My gods, Cora. You scared the shit out of me! And what the hell’re doing here? I thought you went on a mission with the others.”

He takes out his notebook and writes:

“Finished early. Was gonna take a walk then saw u.”

“Is anyone else with you?”

He shakes his head.

“So much for my secret hideout. How long were you standing there?”

“3 minutes” Corazón signs which is rare as no one in the family knew sign language. He would, however, teach us common words and phrases whenever he got the chance.

“Dammit, Cora. You shoulda said something. Now you know how much of a crybaby I am.” I say with a slight chuckle while rubbing my eyes.

He shrugs and mouths out the word “sorry” and then points to the spot next to me.

“You wanna sit here?”

He nods, I invite him in, and he walks over. Before he can sit down, he naturally takes his mandatory tumble. I usually laugh and call him names, but not this time.

“You okay? Ya need help?”

He shakes his head and composes himself. The tall, blond goofball takes a lighter and cigarette out. Before he lights it, he brings it to his lips and mouths out, “Are you okay?”

I shake my head and point to his burning feather coat. I laugh as he tries to put it out with his hand but then winces at how hot it is. He takes it off, sets it on the damp ground, and finally stamps out the flames. I watch intently as he shakes it off and then kneels beside me. The black-feathered coat that should’ve been reduced to ashes by now was gently placed on my shoulders.

Bewildered, I look over at him. He successfully sits down and removes his signature dark red hat. The sunset shines a shred of light into the cave and onto his face. It made his hair look shinier than any piece of gold in a pirate’s treasure chest. With his first cigarette lost to the dark floor of the cave, he reaches into his pockets for another one. The cigarette is carefully placed between his teeth with one hand and then uses the other to bring the flame of his lighter to it. A puff of smoke fills the small space. Usually, I’d be exaggeratingly coughing to let him know how much I hate the smell of cigarette smoke, but the sunshine highlighting his face had me in a trance. The way the colors of the blue face paint and red lipstick extended to his cheek blended together in the presence of the sun’s rays made him look like some kind of painting displayed on the walls of an ultra-classy museum. He was always quite frightening to look at, but at this moment, he looked inviting. 

As expected, he didn’t say a word, but neither did I. We just looked out at the crashing waves in silence. My thoughts were silent, too. No words were exchanged, but we had a mutual understanding. I knew at that instant that I could trust him. My worries disappeared knowing that I probably wasn’t completely alone in how I felt.

We sat there for almost half an hour before he put his hat back on and got up. Corazón took his coat off my back and held out a hand to help me up. He signaled for me to follow him and we headed to the hideout. My thoughts focused on the tall klutz next to me. After almost a year of using me as one of his three human dodgeballs (I’m surprised he didn’t do the same to little Dellinger) and not giving me much attention, why would he perform such a gesture now? Was there more going on in his brain than everyone thought? I think he might just be more mysterious than my devil fruit.

[nekomacheercaptain]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Welcome to Cheer's Kinktober 2024! ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Hi!! I am so excited for this year’s Kinktober and hope I’ll be able to follow through! (This is pure self-indulgence, as you can see by the characters I've chosen lol) I hope you enjoy it as well! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Day 1 - October 1st

Voyeurism - Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante x fem! plus sized reader

To recruit a new business partner with a curious kink, Doflamingo allows his brother to have you for the night. His brother that's been trying to get rid of you since he first laid eyes on you.

Day 2 - October 5th

Shower sex - Koganegawa Kanji x fem! reader

Koganegawa is a player loved by many, yet has never experienced the love of a groupie. Until you catch his eye.

Day 3 - X (postponed)

Lazy sex - Trafalgar Law x fem! reader

After meeting again on Zou, your relationship is different. On your journey to Wano, Law has to learn how to let you into his heart properly.

Day 4 - October X (postponed)

Body worship - Jean Kirstein x fem! reader

For all you know, it's your very last night alive together - and you make the best of that.

Day 5 - October 19th

Forced proximity - Roronoa Zoro x fem! reader

Zoro thought it would be fun to go on a hike in the snowy mountains, saying something about "needing firewood". You, for some reason, didn't question him when he took the lead?? Oh no... what are two people supposed to do to keep warm when they are lost in the cold?

Day 6 - X (postponed)

Cockwarming - Halsin x fem! reader

Terrible focus and a brain that never shuts the hell up can lead to... some frustration. Luckily Halsin is patient... but he also likes to tease ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Day 7 - X (postponed)

Praise kink - Reiner Braun x fem! plus sized reader

We all know how poor mental health can affect our bodies, so it's no shock Reiner, in particular, struggles. But as bad as he feels about his body not cooperating with him, it's important to have a partner that knows sex isn't just about penetration. In other words, Reiner learns what real intimacy is.

Day 8 - X (postponed)

Threesome - Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader x Bokuto Koutarou

Being sandwiched between them would be so amazing, so I had to write about it. That's it, that's the summary.

[hierophant-meme]

My Silly Goofy Fanfic Masterlist

Disclaimers: I am not a writer. In fact, I’m a college dropout & never been in a relationship so 90% of what I write comes from the cringey media I’ve consumed and will have really bad grammar 😝

My first works are gonna be a little self-indulgent but I plan on making ones that cater to a wider audience later on. So rn most of them are Plus-Sized AFAB reader but with gn pronouns. Please still see the warnings in the intros of the fics for specifics. Also all fics so far are SFW.

Requests closed

Slots open: 0/2

Rules:

I only write SFW as of right now. I can write spicy PG-13 scenarios though. I’m not against NSFW or smut, I just don’t know how to write it yet, lol

Romantic relationships of two characters or more MUST be between adults (no pro ship relationships)

No underage characters in romantic scenarios. Platonic is fine.

No CoraLaw

I will not write for: Luffy (unless it’s platonic) or Doflamingo (sorry).

There’s some characters I just don’t know how to write for so if you ask, I’ll let you know. If you have a specific scenario in mind though that would help a lot

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Lupin the Third

Lupin

A Need for Adventure- x Male!Reader

Goemon

Waterfall Meditation- x AFAB!reader

Jigen

Behind the Rough Exterior- x Teacher!Reader

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One Piece

Zoro

The Stranger in the Mirror- xAFAB!Reader

Corazon

Masquerading Hearts- x Reader (WIP, multiple parts, will be linked in each post)

Group Hug- x Adoptive Parent!Reader

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Catherine

Jonny Ariga

The Only Place in the Universe- x Fem!Reader

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(More fandoms & characters coming soon…)

[struggling-adultfangirl]

Donde Estas Corazon Ch. 4

Sam Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters for a while and now that you’re helping them with a case, some unresolved feelings and secrets come to the surface.

Warnings: Angsty-ish

Word Count: 1,195

Series Masterlist

Sam storms back into his room startling Dean. Deans on his feet with his gun in his hand before he realizes that the “intruder” is his own brother and that he’s upset. “Dude whats wrong?”

“I did something really bad. I’ve ruined everything between us. She trusted me and I’m no better than him.” Sam is pacing up and down the room talking to himself, repeating the same thing over and over again.

“Sam… Sammy! What’s wrong?” Dean yells stopping Sam in his tracks. “What happened? What did you do?”

“I kissed Y/N—“

“Thats great man!”

“No! Dean, I kissed Y/N and she freaked out. I went over to her room to make sure that she was okay and then she told me about what happened with Dominic. One thing led to another and we were on the bed and I must have brought up a bad memory because she pushed me off and ran out of the room.”

“It’s 3 am where is she now?”

“Dean I don’t know! She left and she didn’t take anything. She trusted me and now everything is ruined. How is she ever going to trust me again? I can’t believe I found a way to mess this up.”

“Sam, do you know where Y/N went? Did you see the way that she went? We need to find her first and make sure that she’s safe and then we can deal with what happened between the both of you. Okay?” Sam had started pacing again and stops, picks up his jacket and heads out to the car.

Y/N had ended up at a diner. She’s not stupid enough to stay outside given that there is a Dragon that wants virgins for who knows. “You look troubled, love” the waitress refilling your coffee.

“You have no idea…”

“You and that boy need to have a conversation. You wouldn’t be feeling like this if it wasn’t real for both of you.”

“How did you know it was about a boy?” Y/N asks looking at the waitress with suspicion.

“No girl as pretty as you tries to get an answer out of a cup of coffee if it isn’t about a boy. Plus pancakes with peanut butter fill the cracks of the heart.” You chuckle and thank the waitress.

—

Sam and Dean had been driving around for our and had still not been able to find you. “What if the Dragon got her? What are we going to do then?”

“No , Sam we are going to find Y/N. We just have to think, where would she be. She’s smart enough to not be out right now, given the dragon and her situation. So where would you run off too when you just ruined one of the best relationships that you have ever had?” A lightbulb went off in Deans head and he started speeding towards the diner that he had gone to, to pick up waffles.

“That was uncalled for and where are we going?”

“I have a good idea of where Y/N can be. Do you remember the diner that we passed by when we got here? Its within walking distance of the motel and she always wants pancakes when she’s upset…” Dean pulls into the parking lot of the diner. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure?”

“This thing between you and Y/N, do you mean it?”

“Yeah, I’m not like projecting or anything. We’ve been through a lot recently and she’s been there for most of it. I just don’t want her to think she’s a replacement for Jess or anything. This is real for me and I want her to feel the same way or if she doesn’t I don’t want her to be embarrassed or feel pressured in any way.”

“Do you want to see if she’s in there or should I go alone?”

Sam clears his throat and scrunches his face, “I don’t really think that she wants to see me. You can go alone I guess, I’ll stay in the car.” Dean nods and gives him a pat on the shoulder. He can’t see you through the windows, but he has a good feeling about you being in there.

You hear the bell above the door and barely have time to think before Dean makes eye contact with you. You purposefully chose the table furthest from the door in the effort to not be found, but clearly Dean knew what he was doing. “Y/N.”

“Dean,’ you sigh, ‘I really don’t want to talk about what happened.”

“Y/N, I know you don’t want to and we don’t have to. I just want to make sure that you’re okay. Sam told me a little about what happened in the room and I don’t want to make any assumptions, but are you sure you’re okay and that everything that happened between you and Dominic is okay?”

“I’m fine… Dominic took a lot of time to get over, but nothing happened. It was mostly feeling like I wasn’t enough to be with him, because I wouldn’t give him this one thing. I don’t even know why I am so attached to this socially constructed thing that doesn’t add or take away from my life, but I am.”

“You know Sam is torn up about what happened between you two. He thinks he’s ruined it.”

“Oh my god! I should have known that he would blame this on himself. It’s me… it’s always been me. I’m the problem. I can’t commit fully to another human being. The whole time I dated Dominic it almost felt like playing, but with Sam it feels too real. Like he could be it for me and I don’t want it to end, I don’t think I’d be able to come back from that.”

“Sammy may be my brother, but I would kick his ass if he managed to ruin your life, you know that right?”

“Yeah, but you know he would never be able to do that right?”

“Yeah, that kid is head over ass in love with you.”

You laugh and roll your eyes, “Yeah. Right.”

“You gotta give him. chance. He really cares about you and I know you really care about him.”

“This has never happened before…”

“What someone liking you?”

“I’m not the ideal Dean. You know that right? Ive always been too loud or taken up too much space. Never been someones dream girl. I’m too curvy, too short, too much and that fucks you up. You can pick off any man off the street and they’ll never describe someone that looks like me.” Your eyes are tearing up now, ‘There has been a handful of people that actually made me believe that it was real and it wasn’t. It was a phase or a joke or they never meant it from the beginning. I can’t let this be real, because if it is I’ll be venerable and I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“I can’t speak for you or Sammy, but I think you too need to talk about it. He’s actually in the car right now.”

“Fuck.”

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Thank you all for sticking with me through the turbulent going back to school and losing motivation phase of my life. This was was a lil angsty and hit a little close to home for me. I had to add Dean because he’s the unsung hero of getting people in check and isn’t he so pretty? As always feedback makes the world go round! Also if you wanna be tagged in the fic let me know! 

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Donde Estas Corazon Ch. 6

Sam Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters for a while and now that you’re helping them with a case, some unresolved feelings and secrets come to the surface.

Warnings: None really... well some people get killed but it's not bloody

Word Count: 1,366

After closing the door to Deans room and heading back to yours, you and Sam had been making out on your bed like teenagers. “You know, you’re stuck with me now. I really don’t plan on letting you go.”

“Jokes on you Y/N, I made that decision about 3 years ago. You have jack on me.” Sam laughed.

“Jack?”

“Jack you know? Like nothing?”

“I'm gonna skip over the fact that you just assumed I didn’t get that reference,’ you jumped out of bed and walked over to the map that you had unfolded on the tiny kitchen table. “Sam, Jack! Jack is the key!”

“Okay now I have no idea of what you’re talking about.”

“I looked into the area where there had been jewelry break ins and there is a corner at the end of main street and first where a bunch of jewelers are located. Guess which is the only one that wasn’t hit?” “Jacks?”

“Wrong! Well not really, it is technically called Patricias Family Jewelers, but her husband is named Jack. We need blue prints, soon. Now. Like yesterday if I’m being honest.”

“You think they have the dragon?” Sam asked walking towards you.

“No Sam, I think that they’re the dragons, they rolled into town like 3 months ago and that was about the time that strange things started happening in town.”

“We don’t even know if the sword that Dean got will even kill them and we still don’t know what they’re doing with the virgins.” “Doesn’t matter, we need to even know if I’m right, but it’s the only thing that makes sense. Dragons are pack animals and hoarders. A family that owns a jewelry store and you saw what the inside of their house looks like, they have to be involved in this.” “Okay, sure,’ Sam stood up from the bed, “Let's get to it.”

—

“Oh my god Sam you have to look at this!” You yelled as soon as you got through the threshold of the motel room. You had the blueprints for Patricias Jewelers open in front of your face and set it down on the table.

“What are we looking at… this looks like a bunch of lines and measurements?”

“These lines and measurements are the giant basement that is underneath Patricias jewelry store.”

“How did you even get those plans Y/N?” Dean asked coming out from the bathroom. “I went to talk to the city clerk yesterday and he did not like me.”

“Well sometimes you just have to be nice to people Deano” you said with a wink.

“He was into you wasn’t he?”

“He was totally into me! All I had to do was use my damsel in distress voice and he was happy to help!” You said with a laugh and Sam cleared his throat, you looked up to look at him and saw that he looked jealous. “Sammy are you jealous?”

“What? No, you did what you had to do and it worked.” You shrugged off his comment and pointed back at the blueprints, “Look at the insane amount of space these people have under their shop… its bigger than the store thats above ground, they have to be our monsters. Are you guys ready to head out?”

“Shouldn’t we have a backup just in case the miracle sword doesn’t work?”

“We still have holy oil, we can always burn those bitches” Dean suggested.

“We really don’t have anything better” you shrugged.

—

The blueprints also luckily showed all of the sewers that were near the underground basement that Patricia and her family had access to and you were really glad that made it easier to get inside. You have always hated small places and the sooner you got out of the sewer the better. As soon as you got to a service entrance, you could hear noises coming from the inside and looked back to see if the boys had heard the noise as well. Dean nodded and you moved out of the way so he could kick down the door. “Please, please just let me go home. I don’t even know why I’m here, but if you let me leave I won’t tell anyone. Please, please” you heard a girl begging in a low voice a few feet away from you and you headed in her direction. You had assumed that since it was a huge basement you would have entered a big room, but it had been modified to look like a maze with narrow hallways. “Hello? Are you Tara?”

“Yes! I’m Tara, who are you?” You saw her fingers through a grate and figured the door was set up to look like a part of the wall. Quickly finding the lock keeping the door shut you opened it and pulled the door open., “I’m Y/N, I am here with two other people and we’re here to save you. Are you okay is anything broken?”

Before she could answer you were interrupted by a voice, “Wow, Mom said we couldn’t have you since you came to visit us at the house, but since you came to us… I guess that makes you free game.” You looked up to see one of Patricias sons looking down at you and he pulled you up by your arm. “You’re gonna make me real happy… look at you. I could feed off of you for days, use you for months.”

“Yeah you wish lizard face!” You spat at him and he slapped you. You yelled and he used that distraction to pick you up and left Tara where you had found her. “Sam! Dean! You yelled hoping that they could hear you and find you.”

“Y/N!” You could hear them yelling and hoped that they would find you soon. You started kicking and throwing your arms around hoping that you assailant would drop you. His grip only tightened until he dropped you down on a bed and started hand cuffing you to it. “You’re going to be so good I can’t wait.”

“Fuck you!” You yelled back pulling against the restraints.

“You know I never understood why people in this century were so obsessed with being as thin as possible. Back when we were young, well created,’ the creature mused, ‘there were so many plum virgins running around, making it so easy for us to take one and no one would even notice. It was a side effect of the time I’m assuming, but now everyone with their “hook up culture” and diets, there isn’t any good virgins around.” His eyes flashed orange as he looked you up and down, “I don’t even plan on sharing you with the others… you’re all mine baby.” His eyes seemed to get even more orange and his teeth were starting to get longer before he looked down and saw that he had been stabbed. Looking up in shock he saw Dean uncuffing you from the bed and Sam had been the one to stab him. “Are you alright Y/N?” Sam asked removing the last restraint from your leg.

“Yeah of course, thank god for bad guys and their love for monologuing right?” You said with a small laugh. “We need to get Tara and get the hell out of here. Did you guys run into any other family?”

“Yeah we got this jerk and the other son. Patricia and her husband must be up at the shop and we have to get them.”

“Son of a bitch, okay lets go.”

—

You managed to find Patricia and kill her, but also figure out that her husband had not been married to her willingly and he was just as much a victim as Tara was. As much as a victim as you almost were. Almost. After dropping Tara off with her mom at the hospital you and the boys headed to the motel. “Well I don’t know about you guys, but I could use a shower, many drinks, and so much sleep I want to be tired of sleeping. Not necessarily in that order.”

“How about you shower and meet us back here so we can get a drink?” Dean asked chuckling.

Look who finally decided she would sit down and write a new chapter for her fic... it me! I have half of the next chapter written and I do think it’s gonna be the last one! :’( As always feedback makes the world go round! Let me know what you guys think!

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Donde Estas Corazon Ch. 5

Sam Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters for a while and now that you’re helping them with a case, some unresolved feelings and secrets come to the surface.

Warnings: Literally so much fucking talking about feelings

Word Count: 905

Series Masterlist

Sam was standing outside of the car when you walked out of the diner. He exchanged a look with Dean along with an indecipherable hand movement. He pushed his body off of the car and started walking towards you. “Hey Y/N…” You pulled the sleeves of your jacket down and waved, “Hey Sam.”

“If you’re okay with it I wanted to know if we could walk back to the motel and talk? If not I’ll let you and Dean head back.”

“No, it’s okay we can talk.” You hear Dean turn on the car and drive off. The both of you stand around for a little while looking awkward, then you jerk your head to the side and start walking towards the motel. Sam follows and decides to start, “I’m sorry that I made you feel uncomfortable. I took things too far and I should have stopped but I didn’t and I’m really sorry about that Y/N.”

“No Sam you didn’t do anything wrong. It was me. I let my thoughts get the best of me and I should have stopped to explain that. I should have known that you would have found a way to blame yourself and I can’t have you blaming yourself for something that is entirely my fault.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve always had an issue accepting me and how I am. I was finally getting to be comfortable with me and Dominic came along and killed all of that. Now I feel like I’m at square one and I’m not used to this. I’m not used to you.”

“Y/N what do you mean?”

“Sam I’ve known you and Dean for a while, I know what you’re into and I know that I’m not that. I’ve seen the women that you sleep with and hit on you and I’m not like them.”

“Y/N-“

“No Sam let me finish, I’ve been so in love with you since we were in high school and I don’t know how to deal with the fact that the idea of us could be a real thing. You could really like me.” You stop and start laughing. “Do you realize how insane that is?”

“Y/N why is it so hard to believe? You’re beautiful, smart, and strong. Why is that so hard yo believe?”

“Because I’m fat Sam! Guys like you don’t like girls like me! Girls like me don’t get the guy.”

“Who says?’ You’re both arguing now in the parking lot, ‘Who says that I can’t have feelings for you. Tell me why I shouldn’t have feelings for the greatest woman I have ever met. Y/N do you even know how incredibly sexy I find you?”

“What?”

“You’re so kind and not afraid to tell me or Dean when we’re full of shit. You can always find the answer to something after a few hours of research even when I had been looking into it for days and didn’t find anything. Do you remember when we met up for that hunt when you get injured?” You nodded. “You showed up wearing these black jeans and a red long sleeve and I could not keep my eyes off of you. We went to a bar that night and you went to go get the next round of drinks. I told Dean that I was finally going to make my move and tell you how I felt. I looked back up to see you flirting with the bartender and you didn’t even know that you were doing it. I was so jealous and when Dean asked about the bartender I was so ready to kick his ass, then all you said was ‘he was nice. Just making friendly conversation.’ You didn’t even know that he was flirting with you. Do you realize how many people fall for you when they talk to you?”

“Sam you’re joking. That’s never been the case, I’ve always been too much to deal with.”

“Why would I lie about something as important as this? I’m trying to prove a point. Maybe you’ve been looking in the wrong places. I know how good it can be Y/N, will you let me prove it to you?”

“You can’t be serious? This cannot be happening.’ You take a few steps away from him, ‘You want this? You want us?”

“I think I made my point pretty clear last night… but if you need confirmation. Yes I am.”

You walk back to Sam and pull his hand into yours, “Can I think about it? I just wanna be sure.”

“Of course.”

—

The next morning you wake both of the boys with loud knocking on the door. “Sam!”

“That’s all you dude.” Dean grumbles as he turns over and goes back to sleep.

“Y/N we went to sleep 4 hours ago, how do you have any energy right now?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?” Sam asks confused.

“Yes, I want to try this with you. I wanna go steady with you.” You groan audibly when you say that. “Oh my god! I cannot believe I just said that.” Before you can regret the words Sams kissing you and it feels like coming home.

“Now that you’re together can you close the door and let me sleep!” Dean groans.

“Sorry Dean!” You yell into the room as Sam starts laughing. You tug on Sams hand, “Lets take this to my room?”

Fic Tag: @francezka10

This is so incredibly short, but I really just wanted to get it off my chest. I am slowly getting my life together and plan to post updates regularly from now on. As always, feedback makes the world go round! Let me know what you think.

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Donde Estas Corazon Masterlist

Sam Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters for a while and now that you’re helping them with a case, some unresolved feelings and secrets come to the surface.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6