#corazon x you

[hana-san]

Hes a sweet person

[clare-875]

Love love love the New Names prompt! I loved Ace’s and Sabo’s!! Poor poor Ace.

I was wondering if you could do another part with: Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, and Penguin 👀👀👀

Have a lovely day/night! ✨🫶🏽

New Names pt.3 (Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, Penguin)

_____ Pairings: Corazon x Reader; Killer x Reader; Mihawk x Reader; Penguin x Reader Summary: His reaction when you call him pal, buddy, etc. Warnings: Mostly fluff, Female Reader A/N: I'm so glad you like the fics! This is my first time writing for these characters so I hope you enjoy! 💗 [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law] [Part 2: Shanks, Sabo, Crocodile] [Part 4: Kid, Katakuri, Smoker] _____

Corazon

(A/N: Spoilers for Law's backstory)

A young Law looks to you from behind where he hid, unusual eagerness buried in his gaze. You and him had come up with a little prank to play on your boyfriend and despite being in the middle of a crisis, you would do anything to see Law's smile. When Corazon had left with Law to find a cure for his Amber Lead disease, you (being an undercover Marine yourself) had joined him. With time came the undeniable connection that was formed between the three of you.

You adored both of them with all your heart.

You were currently trying to hide the grin on your face as you looked up, anticipation thrumming as you watched your boyfriend finally approach from a distance. His painted face seemed to light up at the sight of you, and he moved faster to get to your side.

"Hello, love." His smile is wide as he approaches, but you watch as it fades to confusion in the absence of the boy usually by your side.

"Where's Law?"

You smile at his concern, but you continue with your little game.

"Don't worry buddy, he's just resting for now."

You expected a lot of things for his reaction, but what you didn't expect was the series of events that followed. One minute his face had been full of his usual adoration of you, the next came one of shock at your words, and the next moment his face was buried into the ground.

He had fallen.

You quickly approach in concern, rolling your boyfriend over so he is on his back. You kneel by him and look down at his face.

"Buddy, are you okay?"

You are surprised, however, that when you look down at your boyfriend's face, his eyes are clouded more with sadness than pain. There is a pout that lingers on his face.

"Love, why are you calling me that?"

You furrow your brows in mock confusion.

"What are you talking about, bud?"

Your boyfriend sits up quickly at your words, expression twisted in disarray.

"You-you're calling me buddy, but I'm- we're dating now. So, you should be calling me love."

He states it all so plainly to you, that you stare for a moment before losing yourself to your light laughter. This only causes the crease between your boyfriend's brows to deepen.

"Love?"

In that instant, you hear the rushing of footsteps, before Law jumps onto your boyfriend's back suddenly. He is smiling wide as he meets your gaze and amusement glistens in his eyes. Corazon yelps at the sudden weight on him.

"Surprise, you got pranked!"

Law grins in his mischief before running over to you and hiding behind your leg. Your boyfriend looks up in complete bewilderment as his eyes turn from you to Law, and back to you again. But then he spots the smile on Law's face and loses himself in a light-hearted chuckle; he tries to hold back his tears.

"...Not bad kid."

There is a pause before Corazon ruffles Law's head slightly and stands up to his feet. You smile softly at the interaction. You can see Law trying to play off the light blush on his cheeks at the gesture.

"Now you, love," your boyfriend says turning to you and taking your hand in his.

"I was expecting better."

You roll your eyes at his words but your smile does nothing to waver, and the three of you make your way back to camp.

That is until your boyfriend falls to the ground once more.

Killer

You fight the smile that wants to reach your face as you watch your boyfriend a small distance away talking to some members of crew. An idea had swarmed your mind and you were keen to see it take place. "What are you smirking about?" You hear the low growl of your Captain on your left as he looks at your expression with suspicion. A grin tugs wide at his words.

"Nothing you need to worry about Captain."

Kid grits his teeth as he seethes and walks away from your amused expression, but you pay him no mind; your attention is back on your boyfriend as he seems to conclude whatever conversation had taken place. You watch as his masked figure turns and spots you. You quickly put back on a neutral facade as Killer finally makes his way over, suspense bubbling within you.

"Hello, love."

His words to a stranger would sound surprisingly gentle, especially for a man named Killer. However, his kind nature is a given to you, and so you smile softly at your boyfriend, before giving way to your plan.

"Hey man, what were you up to?"

You watch as your boyfriend freezes momentarily. You grin discreetly, as you try to play nonchalant. Instantly, Killer's mind goes to concern.

"Okay love, what's wrong?"

His broad figure looms over where you are sitting and you don't have to remove his mask to know that his eyes are searching yours for answers. You keep up the act as you look at him in mock confusion.

"Nothing's wrong man, I've just been waiting for you."

He freezes again at your choice of words, and before he knows it his hand is under your chin.

"Princess, why do I feel like you're messing with me."

You feel warmth rise to your cheeks at his low words spoken softly to you. You try muttering an excuse, but it is for naught as Killer seems to put the dots together, and he has pulled you to your feet in an instant. You gasp as he swiftly drags you in the direction of your shared chambers, Kid still looking at the both of you in utter bewilderment.

"I'll show you who you're calling man, princess."

Mihawk

(A/N: Slightly suggestive at the end)

Your boyfriend is lounging on his chair, paging through the most recent newspaper copy that had been delivered. Your lips twitch upwards at the sight and you push open the door wider so you can get through. In your hands are two cups of steaming tea. Your boyfriend instantly perks up at your presence; he has sensed you lingering for some time now.

His sharp eyes soften slightly as he watches you get closer. "Hello love." You smile as you place his cup in front of him and put yours next to it. You would be lying to say you hadn't missed him. He had been so busy recently with whatever duties come with being the world's strongest swordsman and a warlord of the sea. But despite your sentiments, you wanted to go through with the little game you had formed in your head.

"Hi pal, anything interesting happened lately?"

You peer over his shoulder trying to look at the newspaper in his hands like nothing is wrong. But you would be stupid to think that your boyfriend did not notice the change in the name you usually called him.

"Love, what are you doing?"

Mihawk's eyes are sharp once more, buried perplexity masked in irritation. You simply play dumb and give him a look of confusion.

"Looking at the newspaper?"

At your words, your boyfriend places the paper in his hands on the table in front of him. One hand grabs yours as you look in bewilderment at his sudden movements.

"You called me pal."

His words are low as they are menacing and you hesitate, unable to meet his golden eyes.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about."

Your boyfriend has none of it though, as he pulls you closer to him so you're basically straddling him on his chair.

"You seem to have forgotten something. Something I thought I taught you not to forget."

You freeze as you try to hide your flustered face at the sudden proximity and the rumbling of his words.

"And that is?"

He pauses, before placing a hand on your face and inching closer to you.

"I am your partner, not some pal."

His breath is hot against your lips before he closes the space between you. You feel yourself flush and warmth fills you. His hands frame your face and you pull him impossibly closer. When you part, there is a shine in the gold of his irises that signifies whatever this is wasn't over.

You grin.

If this is what you get for calling him pal, maybe you should call him that more often.

Penguin

You and Shachi smirk at each other as a plan forms between you. "And then we watch him cry and piss his pants." Your smile widens as a laugh escapes you at the absurdity of his words. "You've lost your mind. He might not even react." You watch as your best friend rolls his eyes, more disbelieving of your words than you were of his. "Of course, he'll react, you're like the love of his life!" You fight the flush that wants to reach your face at his nonchalant words and shove him light heartedly. "Shut up!" He grins when he sees your flustered expression.

You had been close with Shachi and Penguin the instant you joined the Heart Pirates. You truly valued your friendship with Shachi and adored your boyfriend more than anything in the world. Your light-hearted banter continues for only a few moments until you spot your boyfriend making his way towards you. "Okay, actually shut up now. It's time!" You quickly shush Shachi and get up, as he gives you a lazy thumbs-up. Your boyfriend's expression instantly enlightens as you approach.

"Hey babe, I was looking all over for you." You can see his wide smile underneath his hat. When he approaches his expression doesn't fade. "I missed you." You hesitate only for a second before conceding to your plan.

"Missed you too dude, where were you?"

You answer him casually and like nothing was out of the norm. But to your boyfriend, he felt like the Earth had just stood still. You tilt your head, at your boyfriend's frozen expression, slowly waving your hand in front of him in concern.

"Um, dude?"

Unbeknownst to you, Penguin's mind is ablaze with flashbacks to a time well before you started dating, when you would call him friendly terms. He thought he would be stuck in the friendship zone for eternity, but when he confessed you had shocked him when you had returned his feelings too. He adored the pet names you called him in your relationship, but now with your words, it felt like he was back in hell.

"Dude are you-"

"Stop!"

His hands are flain out to you as he tries to stop the name from slipping past your lips again. You raise an eyebrow in false confusion. Shachi is now laughing his head off looking at what's taking place.

"Oi Shachi! This isn't a time for laughter! She's calling me dude again!"

You roll your eyes at the over-exaggeration of your boyfriend's words and actions, but it is Shachi and not you who accidentally lets slip of the prank you had played.

"Yeah, idiot. It's obviously a joke, can't you tell?"

"Shachi-!"

"Wait, it's a joke?"

You sigh as your boyfriend turns back to you with a more vulnerable expression on his face than you were expecting. "Yeah, I'm sorry babe." You reach out and grab his hand, as you watch him relax at the name you call him once more. "It was just a bit of fun?" He sighs deeply in a mixture of relief and exasperation. "Thank god, I thought you forgot we were dating or something." Your lips upturn more at the teasing grin on his face.

"Like I could forget that."

You step closer to him, and you see a familiar flush reach your boyfriend's face. His heart thrums in anticipation at your sudden proximity. "Yeah?" He murmurs to you, and you inch closer, almost closing the space between you two when-

"Okay! Enough of the mushiness! Not when I'm here!"

You hear Shachi's voice break the trance between you both, and you instantly see your boyfriend's face darken. He turns swiftly from your side.

"Hey, we were having a moment moron!"

Penguin makes his way from you to Shachi, a multitude of curses leaving his lips.

"Too bad!"

"Get back here idiot!"

You smile softly despite yourself. They were a handful, but there was never a quiet moment with the two of them; you couldn't give them up for anything in the world.

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ back in through the exit

includingㅤ—ㅤmonkey d. luffy / trafalgar d. law / portgas d. ace / donquixote "corazon" rosinante / eustass kidd / shachi / penguin

synopsis. first text from you since the proposed "break" from your relationship.

tag(s)&warning(s). gn! reader, question mark of relationships, so like... exclusive but not dating, swearing, shachi and penguin are sold tgther, mb

from vyon. luffy is not ooc if you open your heart to the fact that he's insanely emotionally intelligent and very straightforward, that's all i gotta say 🫀 uhhh, my sincerest apologies if i did cora wrong... (i haven't met him yet...)

2024 ©1864RERUNSㅤdo not repost / copy / translate.

[grandline-fics]

Love Potion

DESCRIPTION: Love Potion- You were both only pretending to date. The feelings aren't real...right?

WARNINGS: none coming to mind. there was only one bed trope

CHARACTERS: Rosinante 

WORDS: 1,674

A/N: thank you @cloudysunset04 for this request for the event and thank you for your patience. I'm going to be honest, this one was a struggle because nothing seemed to flow right. I don't know how many times I deleted and restarted this. I still hope it's at least somewhat enjoyable to read and here's hoping the next one is better

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI | VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST

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The skies overhead were turning darker and the winds were getting sharper. A storm wasn’t just brewing, it was about to hit. Rosinante cast a quiet glance down at Law as he walked beside him. Ordinarily the young boy would snap at him to hurry up but for the last while he'd been silent. At first he thought it was because they’d had another disappointing and explosive experience at the neighbouring town’s hospital and now he saw the real reason why. The rapidly changing weather seemed to have an affect on his condition. He was already in pain and getting worse the longer the sickness progressed in his small frame but on days like these it just made things flare even more so. They needed to find somewhere proper to rest in for the night instead of their usual plans to camp. If they were to travel to as many islands as they could until they found a cure for Law, they needed to keep their strength up, not risk sleeping out in the middle of a storm and inviting more illnesses. 

As a sharp wind cut through the pair and rain began to fall, Rosinante reached for the back of Law’s shirt to lift him in order to pick up their pace if they wanted to find somewhere warm to stay at. As expected Law began to lecture him for lifting him so casually, like he was ‘some sort of stray cat.’ With a grin Rosinante began to adjust his hold but he was abruptly caught off guard and fell sideways, the two of them falling clumsily into the rapidly formed puddles underneath them. Mud and water splashed over the pair Law recovering first to glare at his clumsy guardian. “Moron! Learn to walk before you start lifting me!” He stomped up to the blonde man sprawled out on his back and grabbed his wrist in both of mud-caked hands, beginning to pull him sharply as the weather worsened. “Come on! Get up, there’s an inn over there we can stay at.”

At the busy inn in question you were shivering and trying to warm yourself as you waited for the owner to see to you. The longer you were standing there the more agitated you were getting. You’d been traveling all day, now you were cold on top of tired and aching from the journey. The only positive you could see was you’d managed to avoid the rain. All you wanted now was to retreat to your room and rest. Finally the owner approached and you smiled in relief. “I need a room for the night, I’ll take anything at this point.”

“All I got left is room for a group or a family. Gotta prioritise them because of this storm.” The owner began and before you could answer you turned at the sound of the door opening and saw the two, muddied figures trudge in. A man and a young boy. You were desperate and worried if you went to another inn you’d be turned away for the same reason. At least this way the three of you ensured somewhere to stay for the night and seeing the young boy covered in dirt and shivering from the cold made you feel protective. “There you two are! I was beginning to worry.” You hurried over, hoping your voice was convincing enough for the inn owner and that your expression conveyed the situation to the two strangers. “We’re in luck, a family room for the night. Isn't that great?”

“You three a family?” You looked over your shoulder to look at the man who would ultimately decide your fate for the night. He was probably going to be suspicious of anyone but if you were willing to share the room and pay the rate asked it shouldn't be an issue. His gaze turned questioningly to the man and boy in front of you.

Law and Rosinante were quick to grasp the situation and both of them were eager to stay sheltered and warm so in a moment of unspoken cooperation, the three of you acted. You wrapped your arm around Law’s shoulder at the same time Rosinante’s hand held yours. Law clung to your leg, enough of an image of a family to grant you all a room. Stepping inside you looked around  but you stopped when you sensed the owner was lingering outside the door. Quickly you smiled at the two, eyes flickering pointedly to the door. “You two should get cleaned up and out of those wet clothes. Don’t want my boys getting sick, do I?” 

“I’ll go first.” Law spoke up with a nod, heading into the bathroom. “It’s dad’s fault I fell in the mud in the first place. He can wait.” You laughed softly and watched him go at the same time you heard the inn owner finally leave you all alone. Stretching out your tense and tired limbs you flopped down onto the sofa in the room and looked to your quiet ‘husband’ for the night. 

“So what do I call you?” You asked while he was busy taking off his muddied coat and pulling out a notepad and a pen. 

“The boy is Law. He calls me Cora.” You looked it over and nodded before introducing yourself to the man. The two of you talked for a short while, neither of you prying into the other’s personal life too much and stopped when the door opened and a clean Law appeared. You became curious to see the young boy all but shrink into himself, hiding his face under his hat and hurried under the covers of the bed closest to him. You considered maybe he was shy or just tired but when you caught the slightly worried look in Cora’s eye you realised something else was going on. 

As Cora moved to quickly clean himself up, a sudden knock came from the door. You rose and answered it, pausing to see the owner had returned with a Marine officer. You offered a polite smile to the men. “Can I help you?”

“We’re investigating an explosion at a hospital in the next town over.” Your eyebrows rose in surprise and out of the corner of your eye you noticed Law tense under the covers. “According to eye witnesses, the perpetrators were a man and a young boy-” Immediately you interrupted the Marine to laugh in disbelieving amusement. 

“What? You're asking if my husband and son had anything to do with it?” You asked with another laugh and shake of your head at the idea. “If they had, they’d also have to been able to do so while being in two places at once. They’ve been with me since we arrived here.”

“They have?” The Marine asked and you nodded, the face of innocence. Since there’d been no mention of a third person in the incident he had no further need to question you. “Thank you for your time. Good night.” You smiled pleasantly and watched them leave before you shut the door firmly. You turned and paused to see Law’s head poking out from under the covers and Cora staring at you in surprise. Had they been expecting you to drop the act and turn them in? While you didn’t know them, you could tell they weren’t bad people and if they were involved you were certain there was more to it. You said nothing, merely placing your hand affectionately on top of Law’s head as you walked by. 

Law fell asleep first, leaving you and Cora to face the dilemma of the only remaining bed in the room. You remained unmoving on the sofa, insisting that he take the bed. Given how tall he was, to imagine him finding a position comfortable enough to sleep on the sofa was amusing. You were stubborn, Rosinante would give you that. You certainly were a surprise to him in every way, especially in how ready you were to protect him and Law. In a way it was odd to find how easy it was to be around you but it was nice to find there were some genuinely kind people still in the world; proving that not everyone was so cruel and twisted as his brother. It was because of that kindness he wanted to be nice and give you the bed so he gestured to it once more. When you shook your head firmly he frowned. 

Now refusing to take no for an answer he stepped forward, ready to lift you and set you on the bed but his foot caught on nothing and he tumbled forward. Faster than you could react and in a clumsy blur you were knocked into by Cora and you fell backwards, the sofa tipping with you until you crashed loudly onto the ground with Cora’s head smacking against yours. Wincing at the dull ache you rubbed your head and met the apologetic gaze of the accident-prone man. “Who knew my husband was so clumsy…” you joked to ease the tension. 

Cora smiled sheepishly at you and got to his feet, helping you up at the same time. To avoid anymore accidents you and Cora finally gave in and shared the bed. To ensure you were comfortable, Cora pushed his tall frame as far as he could to one side and put a couple pillows between you both before turning his back to you. You appreciated the gestures but found them unnecessary, feeling perfectly at ease with the man who was truthfully a stranger to you. You wished Cora a good night and fell over to sleep without much trouble. As you slept soundly, Rosinante silently lifted his head and cast one last look at your peaceful face. Would it be foolish to consider asking if you wanted to accompany him and Law for another while longer? Yes. It definitely was, but it didn’t stop him from laying his head back down and indulging in the dream for a little while. 

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[traffys-heart]

Rosinante Donquixote nsfw headcannons pt. i

read pt. ii here

he is fr one of my fav characters ever and there is too little content abt him so while im busy working on my one shots book over on ao3 have some miscellaneous thoughts until i can focus on giving him a full fic ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

cw: lowercase, pervert! rosi, male masturbation, almost getting caught, afab! reader

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marine rosi is such a sweetheart omg. always tripping and getting hurt during training and on missions and coming to the infirmary for treatment. he thanks his luck when ur his pretty nurse, cooing over his injuries and petting his muscles while he ogles at u.

he just can’t get u out of his head and uses his free time to jack off to ur image bc he just can’t stop thinking abt u. ur just such a cute nurse and he’s already such a klutz no one really notices when he shows up at ur office looking for attention.

rosi is such a pervert, dropping pens and feigning illness to watch ur figure contort so deliciously. seeing ur skirt hike up when u bend down to pick up his pen bc he’s just so clumsy makes him so hard. he hopes u can’t see him palming his bulge through his uniform pants. (u can, he has a horse cock)

ur not stupid u know ur 9’7 marine has a little crush on u, but u play along and pretend to be oblivious when he shifts away after u get up off the floor. he’s already so big u wonder how anyone normal sized is supposed to take his dick.

he rushes away in such a hurry ur almost a little angry. maybe next time he comes in for his weekly headache you’ll try out a new method of medicine.

rosi is gripping the bathroom wall so hard rn praying that none of his friends walk in to take a piss while he tries to unbuckle as fast as he can in an empty stall. his tip is so sticky from the precut dripping everywhere and his boxers are stained.

he rests his forehead against the cold porcelain tiles and thinks back to the outline of ur cute little cunt in ur panties when u bent over under the desk. his hand squeezes the base of his cock, trying to imagine how nice it would feel to rub against the cleft of ur pussy.

luckily the precum makes it easy for his hand to glide up and down his shaft and pretend it’s ur soft moans he’s listening to and not footsteps down the hall. all he can think abt is pushing up ur skirt and humping ur ass, he wonders if u would let him be on top too. maybe u would wanna get above him tho bc he’s kinda tall, he would understand that, he isn’t a picky man.

with the hunch of his back and tightening of his abs his hand is covered in white ropes of cum. he lets out a small groan thinking abt ur soft body getting covered in him, before someone speaks up.

“dude did u hear that?” “?” rosi loudly grumbles to himself in frustration, but lets his shoulders drop, having let out all his pent up tension. the purple bubble surrounding him ensures that his public face is safe. really, activating his devil fruit last minute was something he should’ve thought of when he first walked in.

oh the things u do to him.

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[inseobts]

Helloooooooo!!!!!!!! Idk know if you write for corazon but if you do could we please get a small imagine of a time traveler reader who went back in time to the moment corazon was dying (after law ran away) and takes him to Tsuru where they save his life before he dies? Maybe she came from an alternate timeline where she was a part of doffy crew by force and wanted to get out of there but couldn’t risk it cause he would kill her little sister or someone she cares about so when corazon pleads with her to run with him and law she refuses and he ends up dead in that timeline? So she uses her devil power to go to an alternate timeline to save him so that timeline reader can actually have a happy life with corazon. Anyway new timeline starts where he does live and he comes back 14 yrs later with strawhat and law to rescue reader and take down doffy? Sorry if it’s much you can change whatever you want with in it I just want a Cora lives au (I’m a sucker for those!) much thanks!!!

Timeless Devotion

donquixote rosinante/corazon × reader

you're trapped under doflamingo’s control with your little sister’s life on the line, but you won’t let it stop you from saving corazon and change the future, your future.

a/n: omg I love this idea so much akswk thank you for the request eheh I need more corazon requests please

words count: 3.5k

tags: corazon lives au, doflamingo annoying as always (I hate him sm sorry)

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The night air is thick with gunpowder. Rain falls in thin sheets, mixing with the blood soaking Corazon’s coat. He lies on the cold ground, barely breathing.

You’ve seen this before. Lived it before. And this time, you refuse to let him die.

You drop to your knees, pressing a hand against his wound. His chest barely rises.

“Corazon,” you whisper, voice shaking “Stay with me.”

His eyes flutter open, hazy with pain. The second they land on you, they widen.

“…You?” His voice is weak, but the shock is clear “You—shouldn’t be—”

“I know,” you say quickly “But I’m here now. And I’m not letting you die again.”

He tries to push you away, but there’s no strength left in his movements “Law—”

“He got away,” you say, hands shaking as you press harder on the wound “thanks to you. But you don’t have to die for it.”

His breath shudders “That’s… how this ends.”

“Not this time.”

You press your palm against his chest, and the world bends. Time folds in on itself, distorting, twisting.

And then you hit the ground hard, Corazon’s limp body in your arms. The scent of antiseptic floods your senses.

“That was reckless.”

You look up. Vice Admiral Tsuru stands above you, arms crossed.

But you don’t care. You turn back to Corazon, your fingers trembling as you touch his face. His breathing is still wea but at least it’s still there.

He’s alive.

And this time, he’s going to stay that way.

You look at him one last time and then you turn to leave. Admiral Tsuru is kinda surprised by it “Where are you going now”

“I have to go back, I can’t stay here”

“Is this your choice?” she asks you in a very serious tone.

“It is. Just... please save him” you say and take your leave.

The ground shakes. The palace trembles with the force of an explosion. The screams of Doflamingo’s men echo in the distance.

It’s happening.

You stand in Doflamingo’s throne room, hands clenched at your sides. Your heart pounds in your chest. You’ve waited for this day.

And now that it’s here you don’t know what to do.

Doflamingo leans against his seat, watching the chaos outside with a lazy smirk “Took them long enough.”

You don’t respond. You can’t.

Because you can feel them. Him. They’re here.

The door slams open, and Corazon walks in.

Your breath catches in your throat.

He’s taller than you remember. Older. His hair is longer, golden eyes sharper than they used to be. He’s wearing that same ridiculous feathered coat, but... he’s here. Alive.

His gaze locks onto you, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades.

“You took your time” you say, actually shocking yourself for even speaking.

A slow grin tugs at his lips “You know me.”

Doflamingo laughs from his throne “Oh, this is rich.”

He tilts his head toward you “So? What now, Y/N? Are you going to betray me?”

You stiffen. Corazon extends a hand to you “Come with us.”

You swallow hard.

You want to. But your sister...

“I can’t” you whisper.

Corazon’s face twists.

Law steps forward, eyes burning with fury “Stop being an idiot.”

You glare at him “You don’t understand”

“Then make me understand... please y/n” Corazon says, voice low.

You bite your lip. Your hands shake.

Doflamingo hums “Oh, come on. This is fun. Why don’t we make things even more interesting?” His strings glint in the light “How about I just kill her right now?”

Your breath stops.

And then a fist slams into Doflamingo’s face.

You barely have time to register what’s happening before the ceiling caves in. The entire room collapses as Luffy comes crashing through it, sending Doflamingo flying.

Dust fills the air.

Your mind spins.

And then Corazon grabs your wrist.

“We’re getting your sister,” he says “Then we’re getting out.”

Your breath is shallow. Your mind spins.

“Do you really think she wants to leave?” Doflamingo says while getting up, furious about what just happened.

Corazon looks at you. The golden warmth of his eyes flickers with hope, but you don’t move because for fourteen years, you haven’t left.

For fourteen years, you’ve played your role at Doflamingo’s side, keeping your sister safe at the cost of your own freedom.

And for fourteen years, you have lived with the weight of your own cowardice.

Doflamingo smirks, watching your hesitation. He already knows your answer “That’s what I thought.”

Corazon tenses beside you. His body shifts like he wants to grab you and run.

But before he can move a blur of threads shoots toward you.

No—!

You barely have time to react before Doflamingo’s strings wrap around your throat and arms, yanking you backward. Your body slams to the ground, breath choking out of you.

Corazon lunges for you, but another string shoots out, slicing the air between you. He freezes.

“Ah-ah, Roci,” Doflamingo taunts, tightening his hold “You left her once already. What makes you think you get to take her now?”

The doors to the throne room burst open “Doffy!”

Luffy’s voice echoes through the palace as he crashes into the room, rubble flying in his wake. Law follows right behind, sword drawn, his expression dark with fury.

Doflamingo’s grip on you tightens “Well, well,” he muses “finally”

Luffy glares “Let her go.”

Doflamingo laughs, yanking you to your feet with his threads. His strings cut into your skin, but the real pain comes from the mocking amusement in his voice.

“Why should I? She’s been with me for fourteen years. Do you really think she wants to go with you?”

Law takes a slow step forward “She’s not yours.”

His voice is low, dangerous.

Doflamingo’s smirk widens “Oh? But she’s been mine for so long.”

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear “Haven’t you, darling?”

You flinch.

Corazon snaps.

He moves so fast you barely see him, before a fist slams into Doflamingo’s jaw, sending him staggering backward. The strings around your throat snap loose, and you gasp for air.

Corazon doesn’t let you fall. His hands are on you in an instant, steadying you, his touch warm and grounding.

“Are you okay?” he breathes.

You look up at him, at the raw fury in his golden eyes, fury not just for Doflamingo, but for himself. For not being there for you.

And suddenly, you know you want to leave, you need to leave.

You reach for his hand, but Doflamingo’s laughter stops you cold.

“Hah… Look at you.” He wipes blood from his mouth, still smirking “You really think you can just walk away?”

Corazon stiffens.

Doflamingo spreads his arms, looking past you at the crowd gathering in the destroyed palace, his top officers, his remaining family. He wants them to see this.

“Fourteen years, Y/N.” His voice drips with amusement “Fourteen years, and now you’re running off with your little secret lover? Hah! Maybe I should’ve killed you both back then.”

You feel their eyes on you. Trebol’s slimy grin. Pica’s unnerving gaze. Diamante’s smirk.

They all knew.

Of course they did.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

“Oh—You really thought we didn’t know about your secret love affair and the way you treated him too?” He adds pointing at Law.

Your face burns with shame, but them Corazon steps forward and laughs.

Not the clumsy, carefree laugh you remember from years ago.

This one is sharp. Bitter. And when he speaks, his voice is colder than you’ve ever heard it.

“Yeah,” he says “You should have killed me back then.”

He grins, baring his teeth “Because now, I’m taking her from you.”

Doflamingo’s smirk falters.

Luffy cracks his knuckles “Leave him to us,” he says, stepping forward “We’ll take care of this guy.”

Law nods, his sword gleaming “Go. Now.”

You hesitate, but Corazon takes your hand. His grip is warm. Steady. And you run.

Doflamingo tries to stop you again but Luffy doesn’t let him reach you in time.

Doflamingo’s roar of fury echoes behind you.

But for the first time in fourteen years, you’re free.

Your feet pound against the marble floors of the palace. Corazon’s grip on your wrist is tight, like he’s afraid to let go.

The halls shake with every explosion outside. Luffy and Law’s battle against Doflamingo rages, shockwaves tearing through the walls, sending rubble crashing around you.

You don’t stop running.

You can’t, not until you reach her.

“Where is she?” Corazon shouts over the chaos.

You grit your teeth “Underground. If Doflamingo thinks I’m running, he’ll make sure she doesn’t leave this island alive.”

Corazon’s eyes harden. He knows what that means. He already lost his own brother to this place. He won’t let you lose your sister, too.

“We’ll get to her,” he says “We have to move now.”

The underground tunnels are darker than you remember.

Your footsteps echo as you race down the stone corridor, Corazon at your side. The air is damp, thick with the scent of seawater and iron.

Your sister is down here. She has to be.

Corazon squeezes your hand “How much farther?”

“Not far,” you pant “Doflamingo built a bunker beneath the palace... his vault for things he wanted to keep hidden.”

His expression darkens. He already knows what that means.

You were never just a member of the Family. You were a possession. And your sister was control.

You push forward. You won’t let him win. Not again.

Then the air shifts.

Corazon moves instantly, shoving you behind him as a blade slices through the darkness—

CLANG!

You freeze.

The person blocking your path... Baby 5.

She lands gracefully, heels clicking against the stone. Her cigarette dangles from her lips, the ember glowing red in the dim light “You’re really leaving” she says, exhaling smoke.

Your throat tightens.

You and Baby 5 had never been close. Not really.

But you were both raised under Doflamingo’s thumb. Both played the roles he forced upon you. And now, she’s standing in your way.

“I have to” you say, voice steady.

Baby 5 studies you for a moment, then smiles “I figured.”

She moves.

Corazon barely blocks the second strike. You lunge forward, drawing your own weapon, but—

“Wait!”

A third figure lands between you, his arms outstretched.

“Enough!”

Your breath catches.

Sai.

He lands between Baby 5 and Corazon, his massive guandao held firmly in one hand. His expression is torn, like he knows this is a fight none of you want.

“Baby 5,” Sai says firmly “Let them go.”

Baby 5 narrows her eyes “I have my orders.”

Sai steps closer “And who gave them to you? Doflamingo?” He shakes his head “You don’t owe him anything.”

Baby 5’s fingers twitch.

You step forward “You’re free, Baby 5,” you say quietly “You don’t have to do this.”

For a moment, she hesitates, but then she sighs, flicking her cigarette to the ground “Tch. You’re lucky I’m getting married.”

She turns away.

You're confused but Corazon doesn’t wait. He grabs your wrist and runs.

As you disappear down the tunnel, you hear Sai’s voice behind you “Go! We’ll handle things here!”

You don’t look back.

You just run.

And for the first time in fourteen years you see light at the end of the tunnel.

The door to the underground vault creaks open with a faint groan.

Corazon pushes it wide, his gun still drawn, but his eyes flicker nervously. You’re both running on adrenaline, your hearts pounding in sync as you step into the dimly lit room.

There, sitting against the wall, is your sister. Her eyes widen when she sees you, tears welling up in her gaze as she jumps to her feet.

“Y/N!”

You rush toward her, pulling her into your arms, unable to stop the flood of emotion that rises in your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, holding her tight “I’m so sorry.”

She shakes her head, her voice breaking “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

You close your eyes, squeezing her tighter, breathing in her familiar scent. Your heart feels lighter, but the weight of the past still presses heavily on you.

Corazon stands silently by the door, his face unreadable. He’s watching you both, a mixture of worry and confusion in his eyes.

After a long, quiet moment, you pull away from your sister and stand up. You take a deep breath, looking at Corazon “We need to get out of here.”

But as you turn to leave, you hesitate.

You’ve made your decision. It’s the only thing you can do to make up for the sins you’ve committed.

Your eyes meet Corazon’s, and you know what you have to say. You know what he needs to hear.

“You need to take her,” you say quietly, but the words feel like they’re strangling you “You and my sister, you need to leave. Get as far away from here as possible.”

Corazon stares at you, his brow furrowing in confusion “What do you mean?”

“You need to protect her.” You swallow hard, forcing the words out “I know you will. And you... you deserve to be happy. You can take her away from all of this, and you can live the life you deserve.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just staring at you, his eyes full of disbelief.

You turn away, closing your eyes “I’m no good for either of you. I’ve done too many terrible things, Corazon. I… I don’t deserve to live that life. I can’t just leave everything behind after all I’ve done.” You clutch your chest, fighting back tears “I don’t deserve to be happy. Not anymore.”

Your sister looks between the two of you, sensing the tension in the air, but it’s Corazon who speaks next.

“You’re wrong.”

His voice is quiet, firm. It cuts through the air like a blade, and you freeze.

“You don’t get to decide that,” he continues. His gaze locks onto yours, his voice thick with something you can’t quite read “I don’t care what you think you’ve done, Y/N. I don’t care about the past.”

You shake your head “You don’t understand. The things I had to do—”

“I know exactly what you had to do.” He steps closer, his hand reaching out, his touch gentle but insistent “I know what it means to be trapped by Doflamingo. I know what it means to do things you never wanted to do, to make choices you hate just to survive.”

You flinch at his words, the truth of them cutting deeper than you expect.

Corazon moves in closer, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that’s threatening to spill “I’ve been there, Y/N,” he says softly “I’ve been where you are. But you don’t have to carry that burden anymore. Not alone.”

Your chest tightens “But—Corazon, I—”

“No.” His voice is more forceful this time “You don’t get to decide you’re not worthy of a second chance. I know you’ve done terrible things. But so have I. And yet I’m standing here, and I’m still alive. Because of you. You gave me a second chance to live, so why can't you give yourself a second chance too?”

Your breath catches, and you feel the weight of the years you’ve spent apart flooding back. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, your gaze dropping to the floor.

“I couldn’t save you before. But I’m not going to let you walk away now.” His voice softens, the edge of pain lingering beneath his words “I love you, Y/N. I always have. I always will. And I’m not leaving you behind. Not again.”

You gasp, your hand trembling as you reach for him. His words hit you like a tidal wave, and you can’t breathe through the emotions crashing over you.

He pulls you into him, his arms wrapping around you like a lifeline. You close your eyes, burying your face in his chest, letting his warmth and steadiness fill the empty spaces inside you.

“I’m not going anywhere without you,” he whispers “We’re in this together. Always.”

You tremble in his arms, the weight of the world lifting slightly with his promise.

You can’t shake the feeling that you’re tainted by the years of bloodshed, that you’ll never truly be good enough for him.

"Y/N please..." your sister says between her sobs "don't leave me."

“I keep hurting all of you...” you whisper, your voice muffled against his chest.

Corazon pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes piercing through your insecurities “That’s not true”

His hand gently cups your face, lifting your chin so you meet his eyes “Your sister loves you. You’re not alone. Not anymore. And you will get that happiness. I won’t let you give up on it.”

A choked sob escapes you. His love, his unwavering belief in you, it’s everything you’ve wanted. And yet, the guilt weighs heavily.

Corazon smiles gently, hugging you while your sister runs into the hug too “Let me love you, Y/N. Let me prove to you that we deserve this... deserve a future together.”

Tears spill from your eyes, but this time they’re not tears of sorrow.

You take a shaky breath, nodding slowly, lowering yourself to clean the tears off your sister's face.

“I’ll try,” you whisper “For you both… I’ll try.”

And for the first time in fourteen years, you allow yourself to believe it.

The battle is over.

The streets of Dressrosa are littered with the aftermath of war. The palace has crumbled, Doflamingo is defeated, and the dawn rises over a free kingdom.

You stand, watching the sun slowly rise over the ruined city. The golden light washes over the streets, and for the first time in fourteen years, you breathe.

Footsteps approach behind you. Warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back against a familiar chest.

Corazon.

You close your eyes as he buries his face in your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin “It’s over” he murmurs.

You nod “It doesn’t feel real.”

He tightens his hold on you, as if grounding you in this reality “It is.”

A breeze rustles through the air, and for the first time, the wind doesn’t carry the weight of fear.

For the first time, you feel safe.

Anyway, later that night you find out the Straw Hats don’t do quiet celebrations.

Music fills the air, food and drinks are being passed around, and the night sky is alive with laughter.

You sit at the edge of the party, tucked against Corazon’s side, half-hidden in the shadows of the lantern light.

Not that it keeps you from being noticed.

“Oi, oi! Look at them!” Franky smirks, pointing in your direction “They’re all cuddled up like newlyweds.”

You flush, but Corazon only hums in amusement, resting his chin on your head.

Sanji exhales a dramatic puff of smoke “A beauty like Y/N deserves better than an ex-Marine with a death wish.”

Before Corazon can respond, you smirk “And I suppose I should go for a chain-smoking womanizer instead?”

The table erupts into laughter as Sanji chokes on his cigarette.

Across from you, Robin chuckles behind her wine glass “It is rather sweet. After all these years, love still finds a way.”

Nami grins “I do love a good tragic romance turned happy ending.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can retort you catch movement at the edge of the group.

Law is sitting nearby, sipping from his cup, trying very hard to look unbothered.

But you see it... the small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The way his eyes soften just a little as he glances at you and Corazon.

Your heart clenches.

Fourteen years ago, he watched Corazon die.

Tonight, he gets to watch him live, and it means everything.

You catch his gaze and smile knowingly.

Law scowls, looking away “Don’t look at me like that.”

You grin “Like what?”

“Like I’m about to start crying.”

You laugh, shaking your head “I wouldn’t dare.”

Corazon watches the exchange with a small, knowing smile. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the gratitude in his presence.

Tonight is proof of something impossible.

The past doesn’t have to define you.

And love, no matter how broken, can still find its way home.

As party winds down, and you find yourself in a quiet corner of the castle ruins, lying beneath the stars with Corazon.

His coat is draped over you both, his warmth keeping you grounded. His fingers lazily trace patterns along your back.

“Do you regret it?” you ask softly “Coming back for me?”

He exhales a quiet laugh “I regret not getting to you sooner.”

You press your forehead against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull you into comfort “We made it” you whisper.

His arms tighten around you “We did.”

The future is uncertain. But as long as he’s here you’re not afraid anymore.

For the first time in forever, you allow yourself to believe in tomorrow.

And for the first time in forever you allow yourself to be happy.

[merbear25]

With a s/o who doesn’t celebrate their birthday (Luffy, Law, Corazon, Caesar)

a/n: My birthday is later this month, and I haven’t celebrated it in many years. The day isn’t particularly joyous for me for many reasons, so I decided to write something for myself. Idk if anyone else feels the same about their birthday but hope you enjoy this nonetheless.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, fluff, some angst, an ounce of modern au with Cora’s

Luffy

With your birthday drawing near, you were merely hoping that the day would pass without a hitch. However, it just so happened that Luffy got the idea to ask you when your birthday was.

You didn’t want to lie to him, so you gave him the correct date. He looked at you, as if processing how close the day was. When it dawned on him that it was practically just around the corner, he gasped and got excited.

“We gotta celebrate then! We can have a big cake and lots of food!”

“No, that’s okay.” Your refusal was kind, which meant it wasn’t interpreted how you intended.

“It’s fine! We’ll get Sanji to do it!”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” you protested.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” He tilted his head to the side in interest.

“Well, I don’t celebrate my birthday.”

Complete and utter shock washed over him. How could someone as amazing as you not take full advantage of one of the best days for anyone. “What! Why not?” He shouted.

You put your hands up to hush him, so as not to alert the others that Luffy was getting excitable. “It’s just a normal day for me. Not anything worth celebrating in that sense.”

“Not anything worth…” He hopped down from the counter he was sitting on and clamped his hands on your shoulders. “You more than anyone should be able to celebrate yourself!”

The sudden intensity in his eyes put you a bit on edge, although the passion he had in his words struck you to your core. “Thank you but really. It’s no big deal”

Unconvinced by that, his eyes kept their hold on you. With not much else being said, he left the kitchen to join the others.

Unsure how well that actually went, you chose to brush it off.

As your birthday was coming to an end, you realized that the others were nowhere to be found. When you opened the kitchen door, you were met with a table filled with all of your favorite foods and everyone chatting and having a grand time.

“What’s all this?” You asked Sanji

“Hm? Just thought we could indulge a little.”

Taking your seat, you soaked up the atmosphere—your friends enjoying themselves, filling the room with laughter as you shared a meal together. You leaned over to Luffy to express your gratitude.

Even with his mouth full of food, he managed to smile just as affectionately as any other time.

Law

He was observant, which was one of the things you both loved and hated about him depending on whether you were trying to be sneaky. This time was no different; with his eyes focusing on you one too many times, you got the feeling that he’d noticed something was wrong.

“I’m fine,” you broke the silence.

“I didn’t say anything.” His gaze remained fixed on you.

“But you were thinking it.”

He inched closer trying to get a better read on you, his eyes seemingly burrowing into your soul.

“Okay, okay,” you huffed, “It’s my birthday. It’s coming up soon and I just…I just don’t want anyone making a big deal about it.”

As your eyes hesitantly met his, the cold stare he had had shifted into one with compassion. 

“I can relate to that,” his words alluded to more pain than he’d probably anticipated. “Sometimes it’s easier to treat it just like any other day.”

You nodded, feeling the tears build up in your eyes. Of course, you were well aware of the hardships he had to overcome. The adversities either of you faced were your own. The experiences that weighed on you in different ways and yet were still parts of each other you could easily connect with.

“We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t up for it.” Even with the cool tone, the support he was giving you was unmistakable.

Having spent your birthday the way you had intended, Law approached you. Looking up at him, you gave him a meek smile—-the conflict of not celebrating your birthday this year didn’t quite sit well with you.

“I want to show you something.” Offering you his hand, his touch was tender as guided you to the deck.

Stepping outside, you were met with the Aurora Borealis. “We were passing by at the perfect time. Thought you might like to appreciate them with me.”

With the inner-strife you’d been dealing with subsiding, you happily took a seat next to him. Gazing up at the beauty swirling in the sky, you leaned your head against his shoulder.

He rested his head against yours, adding a sincere, “Happy birthday.”

Corazon

He was one of the most attentive individuals who could pick up on how you were feeling before you yourself had even realized. As the days came and went, it became more and more obvious that something was weighing on you.

Coming over to where you were, he sat beside you. With the softness never leaving his demeanor, you couldn’t help but melt from the warmth he radiated. 

When you gave him a smile, he placed his hand on top of yours. “How are you?” Such a simple question yet one that held vague concern.

“I’m alright,” you chuckled. “Don’t I look like it?” Even your playfulness seemed to be a front you were putting up.

He hesitated, taking a moment to notice the subtleties in your voice and expression. “No,” he spoke with sincerity. 

Breaking eye contact, you looked down at your fingers laced with his. “My birthday is coming up, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it.”

He watched your fingers trace his hand before bringing them to his lips. “I can sympathize with that.” With his eyes meeting yours again, he led the conversation with his heart. “But you of all people deserve to feel special on their birthday.”

“You always know how to pull at my heartstrings.” The smile you wore trembled as your chest swelled with a heaviness.

“Aw, I didn’t mean to upset you!” He pulled you in for a hug.

Holding you closely, he made a suggestion, “We don’t have to have a formal celebration, but what about getting something to eat? Just the two of us?”

“I’d like that.”

When the day came, Rosinante drove the both of you to a secluded spot on top of a hill. Turning to smile at you, you wondered if this was the spot.

“Oh, yeah, this is it!” While he took the glasses and packed food from the back seat, he pointed to the treetops. “When the sun sets, the light peeks through those trees just perfectly enough to shine on the water, making it look like it’s sparkling.”

When he handed you some of the food, you smiled as you pressed it against your lips. 

As the sun set and the water resembled crystals, you allowed yourself to appreciate how special this day could be. 

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Caesar

Humble and wanting to remain out of the spotlight: ways one could never use to describe him. He took full advantage of his special day, wanting to be the main character. After being his other half for a few months and celebrating his birthday, it got him wondering.

“I don’t believe you’ve ever told me when your birthday is.” The careful phrasing was intentional—purposefully pushing off any blame for not asking sooner.

“I haven’t,” your tone was just slightly indifferent towards the topic but was light-hearted enough not to be mistaken as taking offense. “It’s in two weeks.”

He blinked at you, not fully understanding why you hadn’t brought it up sooner, why he had to be the one to ask. “Why didn’t you mention it sooner?”

You shrugged, delivering the answer in a cool tone, “It doesn’t hold many fond memories. It’s just another day for me.”

It was absolutely ludicrous to hear you say that. The one most suited to stand by his side not allowing themselves the proper celebration they clearly deserved had him stumped.

He chose not to pry, instead thinking of little ways he could help you feel special on your day. He easily gathered tidbits of information to make this coming birthday one you could look back on with fondness.

While that day began like any other, Caesar was finishing the small preparations to surprise you. When you finished your work, he went to collect you, guiding you to the kitchen.

“Ah!” He feigned irritation. “Those idiots made such a mess. Wait here.” He turned the corner, shuffling about the kitchen. 

When the lights turned off, you called out to him. Peering behind the corner, you stood there for a moment before you saw a faint glow coming from behind the counter.

“What’s this?” Your heartbeat quickened from the hope that he’d planned something for you.

“I know that you don’t quite like your birthday, but there’s no harm in having cake now, is there?”

There was a faint tightness in your chest from the sweet sentiment. As you came closer, you noticed that it was your favorite flavor. With the soft glow of the candles flickering on top of his unusually kind gesture, you looked up to see him smiling—nervously awaiting your reaction.

“No harm at all.” Although your smile was weak, the emotion held in your voice and the affection in your eyes spoke volumes. “Thank you, Caesar.” 

The heartfelt appreciation made him giddy with joy as you happily blew out the candles.

[rayraelleaizawa]

Corazon & Law with sensitive nipples

Sorry for the long period of time where I didnt post anything, I was lost in work & continueing watching One Piece. Obviously I finally got to Laws backstory and damnnnn i love these two. I need more of father figure Corazon taking care of Law.

But well, here I am, writing a bit about these two cuties :)

Part 1 with Shanks, Beckmann and Mihawk

gn!reader

TW: slight NSFW, nothing too serious tho. MDNI

CORAZON

Give this man a break, he's already undercover to make sure his brother doesn't step too much over the line

You two are dating in secret. Corazon was scared that his brother would use you against him, and the thought of that alone broke him already. Corazon knew his brother wouldn't be scared to pull everything to get his will, and if that meant hurting you so Corazon would do what he wants, then Doflamingo wouldn't hesitate. That's why he insisted on keeping your relationship a secret

Also he doesn't like any of the family, so he didn't want them to get investigated into his realtionship with the person he adores and loves so much

It was a normal day when you approached him. When you two were with the family, it was mostly just small touches, featherlight and short so no one would get suspicious about it

You carelessly let your hand wander over his chest while passing him, and you could suddenly feel how he tenses. He wanted to take a step back but (ofc) he slipped and fell

He almost let out a sound infront of the others, but damn you grazed exactly over his nipples and he had to do everything to keep any noises to himself

The others didn't notice what exactly happened, they thought he just slipped like usually

But you noticed that it was something different

The next moment you two had some alone time, you asked him. Corazon wanted to play it off as him just being clumsy, but you grazed his chest again just like you did the last time, and this man moaned

He couldn't hold it in as the sudden sensation went through his body

You looked at him flabbergastered as he unconsciously arched his back more into your touch

Corazon and you had been in a relationship for some time now but you never noticed this wonderfull aspect about him

He blushed, and immediately knew he was in for a ride when he saw your mischievous smile

LAW

You found out in bed one time when you wanted to give him head

He beautfully arched his back and threw his head back, blushing after he realized that you found another one of his weak spots

He regrets that you found out almost every time when you wanted to get him going but he exused the idea with saying he has too much work to do

He sits at his work table and tries to work, dismissing the idea of going to sleep or anything else that has to do with something else than working

You would step behind him, move your arms to his front and just hug him

He enjoys your hug, but then your arms sneak up, and suddenly you roll and pinch at his nipples

He can't help but moan as he feels his pants grow tighter

He tries to keep all the noises in, to ignore it and push you away, but you just say how adorable he looks when he is blushing and acting like this and he immediately gives up

Gives into you every time, especially when you threaten him that if he doesnt start looking more after his own health and takes care of himself you'll start doing this infront of his crewmembers

You do have to help him release the ache you caused ofc

On most days you will have to use that method to get him to bed, but on some days he'll just pick you up, throw you over his shouder like the brat you are, and give you the time of your life in bed

[sunshinescribes]

Greedy

Pairing: Donquixote "Corazón" Rosinante x Fem!Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+), MDNI!

Summary: Rosinante never knew he could be so greedy until he met you.

Warnings: SMUT! Established Relationship, Pining, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

Rosinante once thought greed was not in his nature.

He had grown up on scraps, shoving half-bitten fruit and moldering meat into his mouth faster than he could draw breath, uncertain of when his next meal would be. He had lived in the dark alleyways and decrepit homes of strangers lost to history, thankful that the day had not been his last. Even as he lay shivering and sick, he found solace in the fact that a bullet had not found him, nor the punishing hands of those who wished to spill his celestial blood. 

His desires had always been reasonable. Food to sustain him. A temporary place to lay his head. A way to escape his callous brother. Rosinante only ever wished for what he needed, never what he wanted…until he met you.

It’s strange. If Rosinante tries to think back on it, he can’t quite pinpoint when you become so precious to him.Your paths had crossed serendipitously one day, when he had slipped away from Doflamingo and his insufferable company to draft reports for Sengoku. Rosinante found shelter in your humble tavern, a simple little thing at the edge of town—far enough from the Donquixote family’s current headquarters to allow him a moment of respite.

You had been cautious in the beginning, aware of how dangerous members of the Donquixote family were, especially when provoked, but with each visit, you began to shift before Rosinante’s eyes. Your clipped words had turned into full sentences, soft inquiries. Your quick retreat to the kitchen whenever he appeared had stopped. Gradually, you both began to thaw, finding comfort in the other’s presence and soon Rosinante was escaping to your homely tavern regardless of if he had reports to draft or not. 

There was a softness in your gaze that captivated him—a pretty lilt to your laughter that was so different from the cruel humor of his brother’s underlyings. 

Maybe that was when his heart first stirred, the moment you laughed while helping put out the flames that slowly spread across his feathered coat. There was no deprecation, none of the censuring he had come to expect. You had been kind, and Rosinante had not realized how long he had been denied such a simple act—how much his heart secretly craved it.

And in turn, he began to crave you.

“Rosi—”

The breathless call of his name rips Rosinante from his recollections. 

He blinks, forcing the fog in his mind away until the image of you beneath him becomes clear again, and he wonders how he had allowed himself to get distracted in the first place. 

“Hm?” he hums softly, tilting his head to the side as his eyes sweep over your face.

You’re a lovely mess beneath him. Beautiful. The thought finds him every time he sees you, and yet it still feels like a revelation. Your long lashes flutter as you meet his gaze, your bottom lip trembles, looking so inviting. It takes everything in Rosinante not to dip down and kiss you senseless. 

He could…but then he wouldn’t be able to see the lovely expressions you make as he continues to work you with his slender fingers. The pinch of your brows, the way your lips part when you let out a sultry sound that strokes the flames of his desire.

Rosinante wants to kiss you, but he thumbs your clit instead, earning another sweet moan that makes his dick strain painfully against his slacks. 

“I-I’m gonna come—” you whine as you buck your hips, making his deft fingers plunge deeper into your needy cunt, and oh god he feels it again, the way your walls hug whatever they can get a hold of just before you tip over the edge. 

Rosinante has already coaxed one orgasm out of you tonight, but he wants another—wants to watch your pretty eyes roll in the back of your head and that brilliant mind of yours go dumb with pleasure. There isn’t a prettier sight in the world, and it’s enough to get him off, watching you come undone. 

“Come baby, please fucking come…” he rasps, his voice almost unrecognizable to himself. 

Rosinante quickens his pace, fucking you with his fingers while your walls clench around them, trying to keep his long digits where you need him most. His thumb rubs torturous circles against your swollen clit—faster and faster while sweet supplication spills from his lips.

This is worship after all, isn’t it? 

The wrecked whimper you let out is like music to his ears, and Rosinante fucking groans when he feels you coat his fingers with your sweet release. He watches as if caught in a spell at the way you shake through your second orgasm. The sight alone makes Rosinante’s resolve shatter. He leans down, slanting his lips over yours, swallowing those pretty cries as you shake through the pleasure that washes through you.

Rosinante wastes time he doesn’t have kissing you, tasting the inside of your mouth and stealing the air from your lungs. Doflamingo will wonder where his little brother has run off to, but Rosinante can’t will himself to part from you. Not when you’re a lovely, boneless wreck below him. 

Not when he still wants more. 

Rosinante reluctantly withdraws his fingers from your slippery hole just as he pulls away from your lips with a sigh. He blinks, his heavy gaze finding yours once again. You look a little dazed, like you're still coming down from your high. Rosinante can’t help the way his lips curve into a soft smile, or the way he whispers soft praise against your skin with each tender kiss. 

“One more…just one more sweetheart,” he murmurs, slowly trailing his lips down your body. The taste of salt and something sweet linger on his tongue, making him tremble with anticipation as he steadily reaches his destination.

Rosinante makes an appreciative noise at the sight of the mess he’s made of your pretty pussy—the slow drip of your slick like honey, the way it smears your thighs and stains your sheets. He can practically feel his mouth watering, his mind going dizzy with lust.

Rosinante doesn’t realize he’s leaning in until he feels your trembling fingers thread through his hair, gently yanking at his blond curls. He stills, before glancing up at you with an inquisitive look.

“What…about you?” your question is a tired mumble, barely audible. 

Oh, you’re so sweet, even when you’re worked to your limit, hardly tethered to the waking world. It makes the warmth in Rosinante’s chest spread like a wildfire.

His eyes never leave yours, not even as he slowly lowers back down to your needy cunt.

“This is for me.”

You let out a broken cry the moment his tongue slips between your folds. Rosinante knows it’s too much, that you’re still reeling from your last release, but he’s too far gone—craves you like a drowning man craves air. 

This is the greed you inspire in him—this unshakable desire to take everything he wants. It would terrify him if you weren’t so eager and willing. 

Rosinante laps at your sweetness like a man starved. He fucks his tongue into you, licking away the evidence of your last release to prepare for the one you’ll soon give him. He knows it won’t be long now. You’re already a sobbing mess, so needy and sensitive. 

“Ohgod—Rosi I can’t—” your words die out, replaced by a pathetic moan.

“You can…” Rosinante gasps, reluctantly pulling away from your pussy to give you a moment of relief. “Sweet girl, I know you can.”

And he knows just how to prove it. 

Rosinante leans back down, fixing your sopping pussy with an appraising glance before he wraps his mouth around your sensitive clit. He lets his talented tongue glide over the nub, teasing it until your nails dig painfully into his scalp.

You’re close, so so close. Rosinante knows you’re teetering over the edge, nearly on the brink of ecstasy. The idea alone makes his dick twitch in his trousers, ready to burst along with you.  

Rosinante grinds against the bed, chasing a sliver of friction against his throbbing cock. He’s right there with you, hanging on by a thread. 

Let go, he hears a voice in his head whisper. 

Let go. Let go. Let go.

Rosinante sucks on your clit hard and you’re gone, thrashing and bucking your hips—chasing your release with his mouth as a jumbled mix of his name and a curse spill from your lips.

Rosinante chases his own release, grinding his clothed cock against the mattress until he’s spilling into his slacks with a broken sob. You both gasp and quiver, feeling the delicious traces of your climax as you slowly settle from your high.

Rosinante sighs contentedly, gently nuzzling your thigh. It would be so easy for him to just stay here with you, to make a home in your too-small bed and leave his brother and his mission behind. It would be nice, not having to live in fear of Doffy uncovering the truth behind his sudden return—to think there’s a life left for him at the end of all this, even if Rosinante can’t picture it. 

He wants that. God, he wants it so bad it hurts. Rosinante allows himself to dream, lets his mind conjure possibilities and perfect endings…but he still lifts from your mattress, cleans away the evidence of your shared desire, and begrudgingly staggers out of your tavern.

The taste of you lingers on his tongue, and Rosinante finds solace in it as he slowly trudges through town.

Maybe one day this will all be over and he’ll get to stay by your side.

It’s a pretty thought, even if it is only a dream.

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[lehguru]

Could you do how one piece characters comfort their crying girlfriend?!:D

CRYING + ONE PIECE MEN

zoro, law, luffy and rosinante comforting you while you're crying!!

info: pure fluff!! i tried to not specify why reader was crying, so it could be as broad as possible, also im aware that the quote by pylades is overused but im in love with it leave me alone (/lh), gender neutral — ko-fi

roronoa zoro froze upon seeing you like that. you were taking way too long to get out of your shared room, you said you were "just changing to something warmer" and taking that amount of time to do so concerned him. when he opened the door, you were kneeling on the floor, your face buried on a pillow against the bed; after hearing his footsteps, you felt even more tears come out of your eyes.

your name fell out of his lips in such a soft and gentle tone, you almost thought it wasn't your boyfriend there. "what happened?" he asked, kneeling next to you and placing a hand on top of your head. you looked up at him, your eyelashes and your undereyes completely wet; you blinked at him, processing his question, and immediately started to cry again. you threw yourself into his arms and he held you, hugging you protectively—one of his arms hugged your waist, while the other cradled your head.

you kept on sobbing against him, hearing the way his heart pounded faster in his chest. zoro was quiet, his eye closed and his jaw was visibly clenched—he wished that he could get all the pain you have and put it on himself, he could handle it for you. "hey," he suddenly said, making his chest rumble, "i'll be here when you're ready to talk about it. or don't want to talk about it– i just... i'm here. for you." the awkwardness of his words made you choke out a giggle and you relaxed in his embrace. everything is going to be fine.

trafalgar d.water law didn't expect you to be the one knocking at his office door. it was late, he thought everyone—he hoped that you were too—fast asleep; upon seeing you passing the door, looking at the floor shyly, he immediately thought something was wrong. "are you okay there?" he asked you and your face immediately scrunched up, tears falling from your eyes. while you buried your face in your hands, law got up from his chair, almost dropping it to the floor. in two quick steps, he reached you and hugged you tightly; you hugged him too, your fingers pressing against his back.

"i-i'm sorry for— 'm sorry i bothered you." you managed to say between sobs, feeling the way he played with your hair to calm you down. he kissed the top of your head, so softly it almost made you melt down. "it's not a bother." he whispered, hugging you a bit tighter. "not if it's you."

he held you like that until your crying got better. pulling away slightly, he put his hands on your cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. he hated to see them and hated himself even more for not being able to stop them from falling at all in the first place. "let's go to bed, yeah? we can talk tomorrow, if you want to." you nodded and he picked you up, making his way to your shared bedroom. if he couldn't stop your tears from falling, he would at least cuddle you and make sure you feel comfortable and protected. make sure that you know he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.

monkey d.luffy always had the right actions to make you laugh and he made you incredibly happy. that's why it was a shock to him when he saw you crying, alone in the bathroom. it was common for him to come into the bathroom while you were taking a bath, so him opening up the door, saying your name loudly, wasn't a surprise. you tried to wipe away your tears, but it was too late.

"what— are you hurt?" he immediately asked, his usual smile replaced by a frown. he kneeled next to you, one of his hands rested against your cheek, and his eyes scanned your body. you shook your head and tried to smile, but your tears started to flow again. surprising you, luffy got up and left, leaving you alone. even through your soft sobs, you could hear your boyfriend running around the house and it confused you so much, it almost made you forget why you were crying in the first place.

when luffy got back, he picked you up and carried you to the bed, carefully putting the covers over you—his movements were so gentle, it made you smile at the act. once he was satisfied with the little burrito he put you in, he sat down on the bed, his legs crisscrossing. "i don't really know what to do right now, to make you happy again." he spoke up, his big smile back on his face, and petted your head. "and if you don't know either, it's okay. i will just stay here. imma watch out for you and punch away anything that could make you sad." he punched the air and that made you giggle. it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, the comfort of the blankets and tiredness overwhelming you. just like he promised, luffy stayed there until the next morning, sitting next to you.

during your relationship, donquixote rosinante was always good at comforting you. whether it was through words that were exactly what you wanted to hear or through his small clumsy acts, he always managed to comfort you; but it didn't mean that he knew how to act upon seeing you cry.

whenever you cried close to him, he would panic, his heart almost coming out of his mouth as tears of his own started to build up on his eyes. his first instintic was to hug you, but he immediately remember that could make you uncomfortable. breathing in and out, rosinante kneeled in front of you, trying his best to smile and murmur: "is there anything i can do to help you?"

you shook your head, a soft 'i don't know' leaving your lips through a sob, and he hummed. "would cuddling or a hug make you feel lighter?" this time, you nodded and he immediately embraced you, cooing praises and caring words while rubbing circles on your back. he knew that doing just that wouldn't show you the full extent of how much he loves you, how seeing you like that and not knowing why you were crying was like hell to him. if it cheered you up, he would reach inside his chest and give you his heart—it was already yours anyway.

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[portgasdbru]

you have a daughter with corazon... but you're not a couple anymore

corazon x f!reader, fluff with our favorite clumsy man

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Doflaming, Cora (Rosinante) and Law protecting Fem!Reader from an abusive Ex

Warning: Physical abuse, mention of verbal abuse, and hinted manipulation

🦩Doflamingo🦩

Word Count:394

He was watching, for a bit she was new to the “family,” and she had brought an idiot lover with her as he made the offer for her to join his family. She had refused unless her lover was with her joining his family. Doflamingo frowned when she had asked and made the offer to her.

He watched the man she wanted to invite reeking of alcohol as he wrapped his arms around her waist pushing her closer into his arms and smirking. He was like a leech as he stuck to her side, aware that without her he would have nothing.

“That sounds fine,” Doflamingo said, he needed her talent and if that man took one step outline he would rid of him. By then she would be deep in Doflamingo’s clutches anyway. Or that was the plan. “One wrong move and he is out,” she agreed to the terms.

Unfortunately, the man had managed to stay longer than Doflamingo had hoped. He turned on the charm in front of everyone, his lack of talent in the battlefield or even member of the family went unnoticed for a while as he tried to weasel his way around each member.

But the day came when he lost the charming smile, the family was celebrating their victory again. How easy it was to fool the marines, how they were in Doflamingo’s hand and being manipulated like puppets on a string. After a few drinks did his charming smile disappear after she dropped her cup onto his lap.

He started shouting at her cursing her out. The table watched before he lifted his arm ready to slap her but couldn’t move, his hands held back by Doflamingo strings. The blond man in a large pink suit smiled seeing the horror on the other man’s face, “I warned you one wrong move and you are out,” he flicked his finger sending the man flying to the ocean.

He let the man off too easy, but he didn’t want to spoil the mood of the party by spraying blood everywhere, instead, he took a seat by her. She turned to Doflamingo and smiled thanking him before he pushed her into a kiss. She thankfully kissed him back before he deepend it. He knew the perfect place to end this celebration with her in his room, in his bed.

💖Corazon (Rosinante)💖

Word Count: 338

She was a new recruit working under him as he showed her the ropes and what was to be expected in the Marines, from mopping the hallway to even fighting off a pirate invasion. She was good and diligent in taking notes and asking the correct questions.

 It was almost sad when their time together training was done but fortunately, she was under him and he would run into her often, when out in the hallway. And sometimes he would time his walks or exits just to see her and greet her with a soft smile and invite her to lunch.

But one lunch was too much to handle when she invited her boyfriend. The boy took a seat next to her not much taller than her and ordered her to get his lunch while he talked to Rosinante hoping to woo the older marine.

The conversation with the guy was simple, talking about his accomplishments and such and himself. Whenever Cora changed to the subject on the woman, he would soon get reminded that they weren’t alone, and he was there to talk about what he liked to do and throw orders at his girlfriend. A few lunch dates went on like this for a while Cora getting angrier but couldn’t say anything after all she seemed happy till she finally spoke up.

She finally had enough of him talking about himself she wanted to talk to Rosinante the jerk glared at the woman he was dating before lifting his hand ready to strike, Rosinante quickly stopped his hand from touching her cheek.

“YOU ARE A MARINE,” He nearly shouted, “Your job is to protect,” he pushed the jerk down to the floor as he glanced at the tall marine surprised before scrabbling off leaving Rosinante alone with his crush. “You should break up with him,” he told her.

“I plan too,” she smiled and took his hand and kissed his cheek, “thank you for saving me,” she said,

A few days later Rosinante would ask her out.

🐅Law🐅

Word Count: 395

Law had noticed the marks on her skin when she came for checkups, she lied saying such obvious likes like falling down the stairs or hitting the door when opening it. He was annoyed how easily she liked protecting the asshole, but he couldn’t do much about that after all she was a stranger, but it didn’t stop him from whispering in her ears his advice on how to leave him.

She would stare at him wide eye feeling his lips brush against her ear, his bread brushing against her skin. She blushed a bit and stared at him, her heart hammering harder in her chest as she stared at the handsome doctor with the golden eyes staring at her before her eyes flickered to her boyfriend who was waiting by the door.

“Please….save me,” she whispered. He knew better than to say anything right now as both men stared down at one another. The weaker of the male eager to leave. He stared at the woman with fantastic eyes and such and her eyes closed to tears. He would listen to her wishes.

He needed to protect her. He enjoyed the small conversations he had with her when her boyfriend wasn’t around, and he didn’t want to put her in danger anymore. He waited as the man walked towards him; he tried being charming tried talking to Law in a calm manner but it was easy to see he was getting angry.

“She is my girlfriend,” he finally said, “I think you should let go of her,” he was running towards Law and the girl ready to attack her.

“I think she is over you,” he held his hand up, “ROOM, SHAMBLES,” he cut the man into two pieces before picking up the young woman's bridal style. “Get near her again and you won’t live to see another day.

The girl wrapped her arms around Law’s neck and whispered words of thanks as he took her to his ship where he could have a full examination of her.

It took a while till she felt comfortable around Law as she adjusted to the Heart Crew but in the private room in the middle of the examination did, she share a private kiss with him. Thanking him for saving her but most of all for reminding her that she was also deserving of love and safety.

[spacebaby1]

MY MAMA (Child!Law Trafalgar & Mom!Reader)

"STOP IT," Law yelled at you "YOU ARE NOT MY MOM AND YOU WILL NEVER BE." Law pushed past you running to his room and you stood up and grabbed on Corazon's wrist when he called for Law.

"No, don't yell at him" You said stopping your husband from walking. "B-But sweetheart, he can't yell at you like that. He can't talk to you like that-"

"Yes, he can" you smiled a little, "he's my son, isn't he?" Corazon nodded looking down, he felt hopeless, "then let him cool down, Darling. I can handle his words, let him yell, scream or throw hands at us" you chuckled gently lifting your husband's chin, "He'll calm down soon, just please don't yell at my boy."

Corazon sighed at your words, how could you be so sweet to his boy after all he had said to you today and how he treated you. But, as an neglected child you easily understood Law's emotions; he is just a kid.

Corazon decided to make the dinner tonight so you agreed to fold the clean clothes, after putting the clothes away in the drawer you noticed the small picture album you owned, it had pictures from your school. So you sat down to go through it but from the side of your eyes you noticed someone peeking from the doorframe, it was Law. He tried to hide but you had seen him, with a smile you titled to side so now you could full see him, "Hey, you. Did you need anything?" You smiled Gentle as always.

"C-Can I come in?" He asked almost in a small voice. "Sure, Sweetie. Come sit beside me." You tapped the floor beside you and he did as you told him still not looking you in the eye.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you a snack?" He shook his head and mumbled something under his breath, "Huh?" He turned towards you and you could see his eyes were glossy, and your heart dropped; was he crying?

"Law? Sweetie were you crying? Your eyes are puffy. What's wrong are you not feeling well?" The concern that you showed made the gilt Law felt run wild in his little head. His lips quivered as he just looked at you hoping for you to understand his tears and how sorry he was yelling all those words at you, he fell into your arms without warning, "It's okay, Sweetie, whatever it is, we'll fix it, what's wrong? Tell me? Want me to get your Cora-San?" He shook his head in your embrace, "Okay, Sweetie, Not calling for Cora-San." You rubbed his back, "there there, I'm here for you," you placed your head on his as he cried and cried till he couldn't anymore.

"You okay?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said earlier, that wasn't very kind. I shouldn't have said that to you, I'm so sorry, I'm very very sorry. I just don't know how to explain it," he looked down at his fingers, "it's not an excuse no it shouldn't be."

You were confused, "What is Law? Did someone said something to you at school, you can tell us anything." He pulled at his hat before speaking, "it's my fault for yelling at you b-but I-uhh my teacher s-she well she-"

"Law did you teacher say something to you? Did she hit you?" You were getting scared and angry but not at Law, never at him. He shook his head to which you calmed down, and he spoke again, "She didn't do- well- today is mother's day." Oh, you said nothing.

"T-the teacher gave us each a flower and she said "give it to your mother" as a gift, a-and I didn't cry but I felt sad and I didn't like that feeling so I got angry at you, I'm sorry I didn't mean to be mean to you like that, you are kind to me and you cook my favourite food a-and I yelled at you." He was crying again in your arms, you just hugged him, apparently your old school never stopped with this tradition you chuckled. "Don't cry, it's okay to feel like that Law, I know how you feel, trust me it's okay."

He pulled away to look at you, "H-How?", you smiled and whipped his tears, "When I was few years younger than you, my mama and papa separated. I was too young to understand why I just knew they didn't want me because they left me with my nana, and I went to the same school as you when I was your age, my teache used to do the Same. Every mothers day they would give us a flower to give to our mama's but I didn't have one," you smiled to stop your own tears, "so I used to give them to nana and tell her that it was a gift." Law blinked at you, "y-your mom didn't like you?" He asked "but why?" You shrugged, "sometimes people change but that doesn't mean I am alone, yes I was for most of my childhood but I am happy now, I have you, your Cora-San. You are my family, and I love you more than a mother can love her child because I see you as my own, and I am not mad at you for yelling at me at all, you call speak your heart out with me and I will always be there for you, sweetheart."

Law's lips quiver as he fell in your arms crying again before you noticed Corazon was standing by the door crying his eyes out when he heard your words, he too jumped to hug you as they both cried in your arms, you chuckled blinking the tears away, "Stop crying you big baby" you told Corazon but he only cried harder, "I love you so much." He said crying and you laughed at them both for being alike.

[grandline-fics]

Oou can you do one piece men catching you in their clothes?? I've always liked this trope (?) cause i just find it so cute especially one who have like giant coats and capes like coras :D

DESCRIPTION: They catch you wearing their clothes

WARNINGS: nothing, just fluff. established relationship with Crocodile. Mutual crush in Cora's/Rosi's

CHARACTERS: Crocodile, Corazon

WORDS: 1,749

A/N: Thank you for this request! I'm a sucker for this trope. Since no specific characters were requested I went for Cora and Croc because of the big coats. If you'd like any other characters for this idea just let me know! This was my first time writing for Cora so hopefully I did him justice and that you're happy with the end results for these.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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CROCODILE

You admired Crocodile for his rigid work ethic and extreme focus, always making sure everything was done perfectly and without error. Even in the days of running a casino simply to act as a cover for his real dealings in Alabasta he made sure it was run smoothly and properly. However sometimes his hard work interfered with any time you two could actually spend together because of how focussed he'd become. You never needed to bring this up to him because when he did have the time to tear himself away from his work it was you he immediately sought and would comment about how much he’d been away from you. You were more than used to his behaviour by now. However one afternoon as you leant against the doorframe and watched him work diligently a curious thought that you’d never really considered before crept into your mind; what would pull his focus and make Crocodile immediately stop working?

At first you decided to start small, bringing him lunch and set it on his desk, watching as he murmured a thanks and managed to perfectly skewer the sandwich with his hook and ate it without any spilling out. As he ate, his eyes remained on the paperwork he was writing. With pursed lips you stepped behind his chair and slowly draped your arm around his shoulder. Your hand settled on his chest just as he finished eating. “Hey, love. Can-?”

“Anything you want.” Crocodile’s response was automatic and his body was still unmoving from his work. You couldn’t help but find his reaction endearing, that Crocodile's want to give you anything you desired managed to break partially through his focus but it wasn't the real break in attention you wanted. 

You weren’t even going to initially ask him for anything in particular, just a mundane question to see if he'd answer. Now though he'd practically given you permission for anything you could think of. Smiling you pressed a quick kiss against his cheek and straightened, your fingers skimming against the large fur-lined coat draped over his shoulders as you did so and suddenly an idea came to you. With casual strides you made your way to your shared room with Crocodile and threw open the doors to his wardrobe. Your eyes roamed over his clothes with appreciation, everything made with the best quality materials by the finest tailors. Sometimes you felt hesitant to touch such finery but not today, he'd given you permission after all. Immediately your eyes went to your favourite coat he owned. The deep black fabric and matching fur trim were simple but striking and with the gold buttons and dark green satin lining it was just enough to draw anyone's eye. 

With a hum you slipped the coat on and grinned in the mirror at how the garment wrapped around you. It was so long on you that it trailed behind you. Leaving the room you walked back down the corridor, trying not to enjoy how his coat billowed behind you. It made sense know why he wore them now. You glanced up to see you were nearing his office and you decided that first you were going to simply walk by the open door. However you were no sooner passed the doorway when a gust of sand appeared and wrapped around your waist, lifting you off of your feet and pulling you backwards and into the room with the door closing behind you. Perched on Crocodile’s desk you stared at your lover as he sat back in his seat, watching you intently and his paperwork abandoned. “Care to explain?”

“Was curious.” You shrugged with a triumphant smile, having succeeded your goal.

“About?” 

“Wondered what it’d take to distract you from your work.”

“Dear, just because I’m looking at my work doesn't mean I’m never aware of your presence.” Crocodile explained as he gently took hold of the lapel of his coat that you were wearing and pulled you closer. Usually he loved the sight of you out of clothes but he had to admit seeing you in something of his only deepened his feelings of possessiveness, an extra claim that you were his   not that that was ever in doubt. “I will admit this is a sight I could get used to, although I think my work would certainly suffer as a result.”

“Still not seeing a downside to this.” You grinned up at him with a smug smile as you settled your hand over his. “I’m keeping this one by the way.”

“My love, it’s a commissioned make. No other exists. Wouldn’t you settle for your own? One that fits you better?” He was mostly teasing. Of course if your heart was set on it he wouldn’t object but would still plan on stealing it from you should the occasion call for it.

“I think this one suits me just fine but I'll be kind and share but only if I’m repaid with a kiss.”

“You have yourself a deal.”

CORAZON / ROSINANTE

Rosinante stared out at the wintery expanse blankly, his dark eyes set on the people bustling about in the town below. They were used to the terrain, born and raised on the winter dominated island. With it being a day with light snowfall and cracks of blue appearing in the sky the people seemed in lighter spirits. Nice to see but it made his task of observing a possible threat harder. It was rare to have a mission set for him by his brother also overlap and bring some good for the Marines too but they did happen. If this man did prove himself to be a danger, he’d be dealt with swiftly and it’d be one less criminal in the world. Doffy would be satisfied too, not that that particular aspect would be a big factor in his actions but it would mean his undercover role would remain intact.

He blinked out of his concentration when the cigarette in his mouth was promptly stolen from his painted lips and he looked to see you stub it out into the snow with a low fizzle. Rosinante said nothing and continued to observe you as you settled onto the flattened patch of snow beside him. Feeling his stare you met his gaze and smiled sweetly. “Don't pout. I’m just looking out for your health here. Any movement?” 

At your question, Rosinante activated his power to create the soundproof area for you both. While you were both concealed from the view of others he never liked to take any chances of your conversations to be heard. With you here, your own cover was just as at risk as his should the wrong person find out and the last thing he wanted was to put you in danger even though you too had given your life to that of a double agent and spy. “Nothing yet.”

Getting to hear Rosinante’s deep voice always made you happy, part of you always thought he might be lonely in some strange way in having to remain silent in order to keep his true role a secret. It also made you happy because it meant you were someone he trusted in revealing his voice too, and what a lovely voice it was too. Such a shame practically no-one got to hear it. Knowing your roles and what you were here to do, you both kept conversation to a minimum, Rosinante using his notepad to make longer notes to you while also keeping the feathers of his coat in front of his mouth to hide his minimal verbal responses just in case someone should spot you both and see his lips moving.

For ages you both sat and fulfilled your watch until you both noticed the sun setting. Still no further forward in confirmation of the threat and his rumoured weapons smuggling from his store, you both knew that you’d have another day of investigating ahead of you. With a tired groan you stood and finally took note of how cold and numb your limbs were because of the snow. Smiling you offered your hand to your partner and helped him get to his feet. 

However his unfortunately chronic clumsiness finally reared its head and Rosinante tumbled over, knocking you back down onto the untouched snow pile away from where you'd both been sitting in and now you were soaked and your body immediately began to tremble. With chattering teeth and shaking hands you allowed yourself to be pulled out of the snow by a very apologetic Rosinante who'd managed to stay dry. You could barely brush the excess snow off of yourself and seeing your struggle, your mission partner stepped in, dusting you off as gently as possible but only kept his movements reserved for your head and shoulders. As much as he’d known his attraction for you, he refused to touch you in anyway that would make you uncomfortable regardless of how innocent his intentions were. He just knew he’d need to get you warm fast to avoid you getting sick.

You’d never been more happy to step into the room at the inn you and Rosinante were sharing, making a beeline for the bathroom to shower and get warm. When you were changed into fresh clothes you felt the difference but the chill still clung to your body and you shivered harshly as you stepped out into the room, confused to see Rosinante was gone but the fire in the room was burning with his feather coat hanging near it. Swiftly you hurried forward and bundled the coat into your arms to avoid another accident from occurring. With a sigh and shake of your head you went to set his coat on his bed only to pause when you felt how soft and warm it was. Unable to resist you pulled it on and curled up in one of the armchairs. Finally feeling your body heat you sighed in satisfaction.

Rosinante returned not long after with an extra blanket that he’d been searching for under his arm. He froze at the sight and his heart involuntarily began to beat faster. Seeing you so peaceful and wrapped up in his clothes it was more than he could bear. He didn’t think his affection and attraction for you could grow anymore but it did and from such a simple thing. It made him all the more resolved to ensure that he would keep you safe.

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making out w/ Donquixote Rosinante | little nsfw

ughh i cant get this idea out of my head i need a sloppy make out session w this blonde man NOW (｡>\\<)

cw: lowercase, gn! reader, shy! inexperienced! rosi

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gosh can u imagine making out with this nine foot monstrosity of anxiety. like i imagine he would be already be super flustered being in ur room and stuff awkwardly shuffling around and staring at ur decor. u have to lead him by the hand (walk him like a dog) to sit on ur bed. smh he would not get the hint.

he’s fidgeting w hands before u take them in urs and guide him to your waist while u attempt to straddle his lap. ur legs barely hang off his body like this and he instinctively squeezes u forcing u to cling to his shoulders a bit. u want to laugh at how nervous he is but decide to calm him in a better way.

when u lean in he has to slightly pick u up to reach ur lips however he’s grateful that ur taking the lead here. when u meet ur more or so straddling his waist now, but that’s okay it’s easier to wrap ur legs around him like that anyways.

i think his lips would be a little chapped and taste like whatever chapstick he tried to apply at the last moment. more likely he bought one at the local general store w a cute design that’s got a cherry or strawberry flavor. besides that he has pretty healthy eating habits so u don’t taste much when the kiss becomes deeper.

guys his tongue is massive (similar to doffy’s) so when u make out u decide to push into his mouth first slowly exploring him. the hands on your waist begin to travel to other parts of ur body like ur thighs and the back of your head. he’s so red he can feel the tips of ears stinging.

ur smaller tongue plays w the tip of his, failing to reach to the larger cavern of his mouth but just that alone is sending all that blood from his face to his cock. the fingers gripping the flesh of ur thighs work their way up slowly in circle motions, easing their way into meeting ur ass.

when u pull away for air he follows and leans into u, leaving little room between u guys. every puff of air u exhale he breathes in, waiting patiently to be closer to u again. however the string of salvia connecting the two of u stares back at him, taunting him to take control this time.

before u know it he is engulfing ur mouth w his fat tongue and practically shoving it down ur throat. he’s committing this moment into his core memories w the way u start to moan into him.

the blonde locks framing his face tickle ur cheeks and make u feel overwhelmed from his sudden burst of energy. u also begin to hear the muted shifting of fabric as he bucks his hips into the air.

when u manage to break apart he digs his face into ur neck, pressing open mouthed kisses into the nook. u play with his hair and r relaxed by the familiar shy boy who hesitantly stepped into ur room even tho he’s been asking for this opportunity after months.

u rest ur head next to his and sigh, content w how the night is going, only to remember ur new guest. shimmying down slightly ur fingers play w the waistband of his jeans, giving him a coy look from underneath ur lashes. u gotta make this new friend feel welcome in ur room too, right?

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⌕ one piece - rosinante donquixote.

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