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siren-serenity · 4 months

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morning routines

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

Before (Marine life)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After (With you)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sabo-has-my-heart · 9 months

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hii! i saw your post where someone requested a fluff and cuddles fic because of the reader’s insomnia with sabo , ace, law and sanji

i’d like to request the same but with sir crocodile, fluff and cuddles :0

sir crocodile would definitely stay awake until Y/N falls asleep, maybe humming them to sleep and going through their hair with his hand, holding Y/N in his arms like a cocoon

i can imagine Y/N also gets comforted by hearing Sir Crocodiles breathing

maybe in a cold winter night ? (more reasons to cuddle, body warmth hehe)

i hope this gives you some ideas to write - i’d be really happy to read another crocodile x reader by you

thank you for your awesome stories, can’t wait to see more ^^

have a nice day!! :D

Hey, so this wasn't long enough with just Crocodile so I included Cora-san as well. I hope that's okay, but it's still fluffy with lots of cuddles, I promise.

Word Count: 920

This was nothing new to you, you’d had insomnia for years. Endless hours laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to sleep, wishing to sleep. All you wanted was to get to sleep without issue, but things never seemed to work out for you. Slowly getting up, you headed out of the room you shared with your boyfriend. He had other things to worry about that weren’t you and your inability to get to sleep. The man loved you dearly and would have done anything for you without a second thought, including staying up with you, but that didn’t mean that you wanted to wake him up.

Walking out onto the terrace, you sighed, leaning against the railing. You might not be able to sleep, but at least you could enjoy the silvery glow of the moonlight dancing on the petals of flowers. Closing your eyes, you let the cool night air blow through your hair as the moon cast you in the same silvery light as the flora below you. Maybe it was because you were always awake, but you’d come to enjoy the chill breeze and bright moon. Even on nights of the new moon, when everything was cast in darkness, there was something ethereal about it all.

Crocodile

A pair of large arms wrapped around you the metal where a wrist and hand should be immediately tipping you off to who it was. As always, he removed the hook before sleep, not wanting to hurt either of you in the middle of the night.

“What are you doing out of bed?” his gruff voice asked, clearly still sleepy.

“Couldn’t sleep.” you said softly, enjoying the feeling of being in his protective embrace. A few seconds ticked past before you noticed it, a slight hum. You turned to look at the man, his eyes closed as he continued to hold you close. Most people thought of Crocodile as a monster, an evil pirate, someone to be feared and avoided; and while he was a pirate and somebody strong enough to be feared, he wasn’t the evil monster that people said. At least not to you. Taking a moment to just listen to him, you didn’t notice him picking you up, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each passing moment. Crocodile laid you down in the bed, getting in as well and curling up with you. The barest hint of musical notes left his throat as he wrapped his large arms around you once again, pulling you close and stroking your hair. Cuddled up to his chest, you could hear the song better, it was one you’d heard before, a small, sweet lullaby. Slowly, you began to drift off, something about the lullaby and his large, protective arms lulling you to sleep. Maybe you could get him to do this again, you’d have to admit that it was more than just a one night thing, but it would be worth it to fall asleep in his arms like this.

Cora-san

The sounds of someone tripping and falling had you chuckling as you turned around and walked over to your blond lover. As always, he’d tripped over his own two feet and had hit the ground right at the door to the terrace.

“Careful, my love.” you said softly, helping him up.

“Sorry, I wanted to find you. You weren’t in bed.” he said softly. You smiled at him, feeling a little bad for leaving the bed and waking him.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m just…” you looked away as you bit your lip, “I can’t sleep.” you said softly, making the man chuckle.

“You know you could have made tea or something, it’s cold out here.” he said with a large, goofy smile, grabbing his feather coat and wrapping it around your shoulders. Giving him a sad smile, you shook your head, pulling the warm coat around you.

“I don’t just mean tonight, Rosi, I mean every night.” you said, using his actual name and not the name he was using at the time. His brow furrowed as he looked at you, you always had troubles sleeping?

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked worriedly, pulling you close. Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around him.

“I don’t think so, it’s just something I deal with. It’s okay, don’t worry.” you said, taking a deep breath. Cora picked you up a moment later before heading inside. Even with his coat wrapped around you, he was afraid of you getting too cold. Sitting you down on the couch, he put some logs in the fireplace and, after setting his hat on fire twice, managed to start a fire in the brick alcove. Once again picking you up, he pulled you close to him as he laid on the couch, letting you lay on top of him, his coat somehow covering the both of you. Staring into the fire, you felt a sense of warm comfort wash over you. Laying here in his arms, the warm fire and coat bringing you comfort and safety, as if nothing could touch you in this moment. Glancing down at you, Cora smiled, you were fast asleep in his arms, your soft breaths making him drowsier as well. As much as he wanted to move you to the bed, he knew he’d probably trip, so he held you close, falling asleep with you on the couch, more than happy to help you get to sleep for once.

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smokersbaby · 7 months

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Kink of the day: dildo Character: Corazon (Rosinante) Reader: female reader Tw: sex toys, praising, Cora calling you "babygirl", masturbation (receiving), a bit of size kink hehe You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

"Another inch, I know you can take it baby girl" Corazon whispered in your ear as he pushed the large dildo up your stretched pussy, the tip of the toy already ramming against your cervix even though you were taking barely half of it.

Corazon had you on your knees, bent over on the bed as your moans and squirms were muffled by the pillow you were laying your face on.

Your partner's large hand pressed on your back to make it arch and lift your ass more while he was pushing that jelly cock inside of you.

"Good, good..." his voice was soothing, making sure that you were comfortable enough to pump it inside your pussy a bit faster "...you're doing so well" his other hand was now gripping your butt, a part of you that he loved so much.

Soon enough, he moved down to your clit, his fingers playing with it as if he was just teasing you. God, he loved hearing you whimper while he fucked you with that fake cock and with his hands, knowing that he was just preparing you for something bigger.

"Please... I need you" you whined, making him laugh a bit realizing how much you were craving his cock now.

"Are you begging for me, babygirl? You know I have to prepare you for me, or else I won't fit".

He was totally right, with him being 293 cm his cock was proportioned to his height, both so thick and long that the very first time you took him, you had to recover for a week. You've never felt so full before having Corazon as your partner.

But now you were starting to get accustomed to his size and you knew well that he loved to tease you and to make you wait just to see you beg for it. Suddenly he pulled out the jelly dildo, your pussy clamping around nothing.

"It's my turn now, let me fill you up with my cock babygirl"

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many-shades-of-violence · 2 years

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what they´re into

✢ characters: Donquixote Brothers + Law

✢ warnings: nsfw, various kinks (read at your own advise)

Donquixote Doflamingo

Domination: It´s not surprising that Doflaming sees himself as something higher than most, born with a certain privilege in regard to others. Combine this with his difficult childhood and the constant fight for recognition of his status by others, and you have the perfect superiority complex. Expectedly this results in his need to dominate his partners to no avail. There will be times he´ll let them take the lead, but not without a guiding grip, always making sure he pulls all the strings in the end.

Bondage: As the inheritor of the Ito Ito no Mi it´s a natural for Doffy to see his enemies bound up in front of him. Unsurprisingly this habit would lead to him developing a liking, to see them on his lover as well, forcing them into whatever position he wants them.

Power Play: You can´t convince me that this guy doesn’t´ get off from having the upper hand over his lover, all tied up for him oh so perfectly snug in his endless strings, making them moan and wince in pleasure or pain as he wishes. This thought alone can keep this guy going on for hours.

Sadism/Masochism: Doffy loves to inflict pain on others. It doesn´t matter if they’re his enemy or lover. Will gladly spank or hit you. If you´re up for it, that is, because different to the fate that awaits most of his enemies, Doffy will have mercy on you when you say so. He´s not a monster after all, right?

Cockwarming: As the king of Dressrosa, Doflamingo has many appointments to attend to. Nevertheless, he´s not one to neglect his duties as your lover. Which is why you´ll end up on his lap from time to time during a meeting, his large cock stuffed deep inside you, keeping you locked in place with a firm and reprimanding grip on your hips, as not to alert the other meeting members. He has to keep up an image after all.

Size Difference: I think this one just comes naturally with his size. He is over 7 feet tall after all, making most if not all of his partners smaller than him. Prepare for the worst if you still can take him whole. This man won´t let go of you.

Exhibitionism: Even though Doffy has a certain pride to uphold as King, the thought of railing you on his throne and the possibility of someone of his dear family entering the room unannounced makes him stupidly hard. He already has his cock inside you during meetings, so why not spice things up even more?

Donquixote Rosinante

Switch: This man is the personification of a tall giant. And as much as he loves to take the lead and show you his love with all the strength he can muster, he´ll also gladly let you take the lead, showing him who he belongs to.

Body Worshiping: Will worship your body, telling you constantly how much he loves every single part while peppering kisses all over you. Don´t ask him to stop with this, because it´ll spur him on, even more, to show you how beautiful you are to him.

Impregnation: Though he would never tell you directly, Rosinante loves the idea of knocking you up for good. He´s totally ashamed about it himself, living the dangerous life he has as a double agent, but after caring for Law and seeing you two interact so happily, he can´t get the thought of expanding your little family some more out of his head.

Lactation: This binds straight to his Impregnation kink. If he knocks you up for good, he´ll literally be at your side 24/7, always trying his best to protect and help you. Due to this, he´ll notice the changes of your body attentively, especially you´re growing breasts, giving them some pretty obvious side glances, the more time passes on, but always reprimanding himself for his dirty thoughts. The first time you´ll leak, there will be no hiding, though, because he´ll be rock hard, trying his best not to latch onto them. If you´ll let him though…oh boy. This man will be in heaven.

Size Difference: Like his brother, Rosi is a big guy, making him taller than most potential partners. He´s absolutely into it though, gladly hoisting you up on his muscular arms either in an act of pure affection or while railing you into the next wall. Loves seeing you take him whole, but if you can´t he´ll praise you nonetheless for how well you take him for your size.

Humiliation: You can´t convince me that he wouldn´t get off if you teased him about his clumsiness. He can´t tell exactly, why, but hearing you slyly commenting on his habit of slipping up and being a total lost cause without you, brings some very deep hidden urges out of him.

Outdoor: As the user of the Nagi Nagi no Mi, he loves to use his power to close off all space from his and his lover's most passionate moments. Inside as well as outside, that is. And if he´s honest, he´ll probably favor the latter, not because of the danger of getting caught, but the absolute trust you lay in him and his ability to extinguish all noises you two make while getting it on.

Trafalgar D. Law

Medical Play: As a doctor, this one comes naturally with Law. He´d always been the weird kid, so this kink was never one he felt too awkward about, though he absolutely understands if you´re not up for it. Will think that it´s a shame though because he would love to fuck you on his operation table or even use his Ope Ope no Mi on you, to bring you a completely new level of pleasure.

Sensory Deprivation: Loves seeing his partner blindfolded or deprived of their senses in some other way, relishing in the way they´re other senses are keener than before. If he trusts his partner a lot, he also doesn´t mind being deprived of them himself, letting himself loose for once in his life

Role Play: Another perk that comes with him being a doctor. If you´re not up for some doctor games though, he´ll gladly engage in other Role Play that involves authority positions with you.

Electrostimulation: Developed this kink after he developed Counter Shock as an Attack. Would love to send low electric shocks through his partner if they get something out of it, trying to look, at how much they could handle.

Shibari: Loves to tie him and his partner up prettily in red silky velvet ropes. He´s very good with his hands (he sews his own clothes after all), making him bind even the most difficult knots with ease.

Body Decorations: This guy is covered in tattoos and piercings, so I can´t see why he wouldn´t like them on his partner. Will appreciate them accordingly if they´re done properly. If you compliment him on his own, he´ll be very happy but totally embarrassed, just retorting a muffled “Shut up”. So be prepared.

Handcuffs: Doesn´t matter if they´re on his partner or himself and you can´t convive me otherwise. (I mean, did you see handcuffed Law on Wano?!)

Brat Taming: We all know our dear doctor has an awfully bratty attitude. If you´re up for it, he´ll challenge you to tame it. He´s quite a mouthful at the beginning, but I assure you, that he´ll be a moaning mess at the time you´re done with him

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firstdivisiongirl · 5 months

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

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

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

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

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

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sexydoffyman · 9 months

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

AUTISTIC READER HCS

genre: fluff

word count: 256

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

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

-His feathered coat is the perfect distraction for you.

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

-Keeps you entertained with his clumsiness.

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

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

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

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

SEEKS TOUCH

-Uses his height to his advantage.

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

-He would definitely pick you up to hug you.

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

-Hugs you from your side.

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

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

AVOIDS TOUCH

-He instantly switches from physical touch to quality time.

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

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

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1poda · 7 months

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Island Visit

"Thank you for coming to Endroit Romantique, we'll see you next time!" you waved as a happy couple left your place of work arm in arm, none really taking the time to notice much other than each other, but that was the amazing effect of Endroit Romantique! The most romantic cafe in the New World, perhaps in the whole wide world! And there was nothing more satisfying than a job well done, the more they the made kissy noises and goo-goo eyes at each other, the better the reviews! Reviews that would draw celebrities from all levels of stardom!

Taking a moment to glance around the quiet room you thought it best to help out the waiting staff, leaving your place from behind a golden pedestal you grabbed at a cloth from your apron and threw it over your shoulder "Hm, left quite a mess today" you mentioned, picking up empty wine cups and sauce covered plates until a fellow worker came up with a question in her eyes "May, is everything all right?" you assembled the last of the plates into a neat stacks as the blue eyed girl held out a note to you "Some kid dropped this off at the front desk, he said to bring it to you right away"

"Since when did some kid know my name?" you thought, picking a folded note from May's long fingers. Though it didn't take long for you to recognize the handwriting "Oh um, May could you take this into the kitchen for me, please? I'm gonna head outside for a quick break" You smiled politely before leaving, not giving the poor girl a chance to deny your request but there wasn't much of a chance of that happening anyway.

Leaving the tinted glass door of your livelihood behind you glanced down each side of the street, perhaps the boy who delivered the note was still around, or... maybe he was in a nearby alley?

With that idea in mind, you sprinted across the busy road and headed into the mouth of the nearest narrow space in the middle of tall buildings, but even with such little time passing between the note being given to May and then delivered to you... no, Rosinante wouldn't tell you he's here just to up and vanish again.

Not unless he was in serious danger, but if there was an even slight chance of his dear elder brother or anymore in existamce finding out about you and the bond you two share... he wouldn't even be able to bring himself onto the island, but as you held the note in the sprinkles of rain that slipped between various clothing lines and balconies you couldn't help but wonder where on this lump of an island could your Rosinante be hiding?

'I'm Here'

The note reads simply and you couldn't help but chuckle at the mysteriousness of it all, raising your head to watch as the sky's droplets grew heavier and began to soften his short letter but as the pitter-patter of rain grew in noise footsteps echoed in their collision and you glanced behind you, further into the alley only to see a short boy with rather dead looking eyes but still his brows quirked with a curious narration from within "Are.. you... the Person Cora wants to see?"

"You.. know Corazon?"

The child thought about his next words but still, all the thought process and intelligents in the world couldn't save him from childish anticts "Yeeeeah I do, he's my Dad" he gave a mean grin as your jaw hung as if it were carrying the weight of a thousand bricks "A S O N? Since When?!"

The small stranger gave a loud laugh as he ran away, disappearing behind a nearby corner and you were quick to follow, a lie or not this kid might know where Rosinante could be but he was way faster than you thought should be possible and the youngster vanished into the mist building up in the empty brick hallway "No he's... gone" you whimpered, gripping the white sheet in your frustrated fist but you could only try to hold back the hot tears daring to slip past strained eyelids "Rosinante.."

It took a moment but you were able to pack away this awful trick and ready to leave this shitty adventure behind, aiming to make it back into the warm the embrace of routine and sustained income, away from all this nonsense Pirate-Mafia-Undercover tomfoolery! AND secret children too!!

A couple of steps more and you'd make it to the exit which would lead back into city life, but those couple of steps can wait. Perhaps if you hide away in this mist for a little longer you'd catch a glance at Rosinante's so-called 'Son'

"You didn't really believe him, did you?"

You held back a sob in your throat, swallowing the tumult of emotions down into a hard cold stone as sweaty palms were held tightly over your mouth as you attempted to hold back the questions and the crying, as if your hands were holding your very soul together. The large male stepped closer, looming over you like a kind tree who decided that your beautiful form shan't be disturb by the moisture in the air "Wouldn't want your uniform ruined, would we?" he smiled, baring his teeth in rejoice for finally being able to see you again. He couldn't wait to hold you close, tell you about Law and their plan to run away from the problems of all four seas and let his brother fight it out with the Marine's until the very end of time, he hopped you'd approve. And you ask to come along and you could all become one big happy family, at least- that's what he hoped for in his silly fanfic fluff filled mind.

"Gah!" you flinched and held your arms in the air from fright, that is- until a familiar clown-clad face grinned at his litrle prank "But, I guess if I were to have a son, I'd want him to turn out just to be just like that lill shit head. Ugly face 'nd all"

An eavesdropping Law growled at the insult.

The scruffy child watched from afar, peeking his beady eye through a hole in the wooden fence he hid behind, watching keenly as Cora slowly held a hand up to you though he couldn't tell if the wirdo was using his Devil Fruit abilities or not, but you seemed unresponsive either way until the very tips of Rosinante's fingers brushed your jaw, and every emotion came crashing like a downpour of the heaviest rainstorm you could ever find yourself in.

"I missed you... so much Rosi" You held onto his large palm and pressed his skin into your soft cheek, like lightning to the creation Frankenstin he brought a shine of life back in your eyes and the blonde's smile faded into a soft curve of his lips before he brought his damp head to rest on yours "I've.. missed you too" he confessed with a certain ooze in his eyes, a certain ooze the clever little Law gagged at before recalling hiw his parents would gaze at one another no matter the years passed or time they spent apart for work.

You couldn't help but fall further into the warmth of his palm, collapsing into his body Rosinante surrounded you with his long arms and black feathered coat and you wished to stay here forever, but with a hand at your back you raised your warmth-filled orbs to the flushing criminal who could only think about literally kidnapping you and taking you away with Law, but like, not in a toxic way.

"Rosi" you held his reddend between damp palms, rubbing at his cheekbones with your thumbs and laughed "Your makeup is smudging"

"It's fine" he dragged a finger through the dark blue makeup under his right eye "I can always repaint it!" he laughed throwing an arm around your shoulders and walking you down the alley.

"Let's get you back to work, and then!" Rosinante's grin seemed to try and leave the sides of his face "I can introduce you to my new best pal, LAW!"

"Oh, you mean your son?"

"Yeah sure, whatever" he nudged you, and you smiled up at the blonde till he slipped on the most smooth texture known to man; Concrete and his black feathers are surrounded by hot fire.

You scream, local pedestrians scream and then buckets of water are thrown over his crispy corpse in hopes he survived the unfortunate ordeal, you knelt down and reach to swipe away Corazon's burnt locks as he forces a smile and a peace sign "Check me out, I'm burnin' with passion for ya"

You shook your head pared with an eye roll and infectious chuckle, calling the spy a fool as you both stood from his trip.

#One piece #Law #Law as a child #donquixote rocinante #corazon #mi corazón #Rosinante #rosinante corazon #x reader #x OC #Corazon x reader #Corazon x OC #Rosinante x reader #Rosinante x OC

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theogonies · 1 year

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headcanons: gift giving

characters | donquixote doflamingo, donquixote rosinante, trafalgar law

content warnings | just sfw fluff, implications of emotional manipulation in doflamingo's

word count | 660

winter holiday event masterpost

donquixote doflamingo

Doflamingo is, of course, an extravagant gift-giver. Money is no object; in fact, he typically prefers to give expensive presents, as a demonstration of his own power and, by extension, yours.

But don’t let yourself think this means he would be inattentive. Doflamingo takes pride in understanding people–their hopes and dreams, their fears, their desires–especially if they’re important to him or his plans. It makes him feel in control.

As long as you’re on his good side, his gifts would not only be luxurious, but perfectly tailored to your wants and needs. He’s not one for practical gift-giving, either (why bother, when he could buy such things for you any time of year?)–no, the holidays are for fulfilling wishes you didn’t even know you had, and in the process, reminding you of just how much you need him.

Handmade gifts are out of the question, though. He is, after all, a busy man. Commissioning an artisan and telling you he made it himself is much more likely, if he thought it would impress you more than something ready-made.

donquixote rosinante

Unlike his brother, Rosinante adores making handmade gifts for his loved ones. He can be quite insecure, especially as a partner, so making heartfelt presents gives him an outlet to show his feelings without feeling so much pressure on the spot.

While Rosinante is known for his clumsiness, he can be rather delicate when he’s sitting down and really focused–a product of all the time he’s spent trying to appear smaller and less intimidating than he really is. It’s a skill that transfers well to handicrafts like scrapbooking, knitting, and jewelry-making.

On the flipside of this, he also tends to put a lot of pressure on himself to find or create the perfect gift. You may notice him acting more distant or cross than usual around the holidays for this reason, but as soon as you unwrap the package and he sees your smiling face, he’ll know that it was worth it.

He’s terrible at surprises. It’s not uncommon that you’ll find bits and pieces from his projects lying around when he’s working on something, or that he’ll accidentally drop a hint in conversation.

One of the quickest ways to Rosinante’s heart is simply offering to work on your gifts together. He’ll enjoy the quality time with you, even if it’s spent quietly working on your own projects, and it’s a lot of weight off of his shoulders not having to worry about keeping your present hidden from you.

trafalgar law

Law isn’t one for sentimental gifts. It isn’t that he doesn’t care for you–he’s just uncomfortable showing his affection in such unguarded ways.

His gifts tend to be more practical in nature, but not thoughtless: books or equipment related to your skills, a new winter coat and some warm socks if he’s noticed that you seem cold, a portable Den-Den Mushi if you have to spend long periods away from each other. If he’s really at a loss for what to get you, though, he may just hand you an envelope of Beri so you can choose for yourself.

At the end of the day, though, Law isn’t a great fan of the holidays in general. They remind him of the Donquixotes’ elaborate Christmas parties and of all the years he lost with Lammy and his parents. If you’re not an especially understanding and forgiving person, it could make him hard to get along with at this time of year.

Still, if you can manage to drag him away from his work for a little while, he may grumble a bit–just not so much that you don’t realize how thankful he is. The darkest time of year is easiest to get through when you have someone warm to snuggle up with and keep your mind off of the past; maybe the two of you will even be able to create some new memories together.

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siren-serenity · 7 months

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off to the grand line we go

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 tell me, what is your dream? to become stronger? to roam the seas in sight for freedom? whatever you want, the sea is willing to offer

-all written by 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍-

note: the ones with (nsfw) are not suitable for minors! minors dni. however, those without any other labelling are safe for everyone :)

𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 note: i've only watched a couple of one piece episodes so i'm not that sure of what arcs or whatever is happening. please be patient with me!! i will not write nsfw for non-humanoid characters ex. chopper honorary tag for sfw works, sanji + ace -> @officialdaydreamer00

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ who is luffy to you?ᵕ̈೫˚∗

you would forever immortalize that day. the fated day in which you met the mugiwaras, or the straw hat pirates. luffy, thrusting his hand into your field of vision, mouth grinning and an odd laughter bursting from him. then, in the corner of your eye, you saw everyone else with an earnest look in their eyes. "join my crew!" luffy beamed, like sunshine, like the sun itself. your soul ignited. your heart resonating, beating like drums in your chest. "aye," you grinned, clapping your hand into his. "i pledge to make you king of the pirates!"

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 ↳˳;; ❝ pillow prince (nsfw)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

sanji's hands are shaking as he holds yours, cradling them as if they were the finest piece of treasure in all the seas. his eyes are earnest, glimmering as always whenever he looks at something he loves, but they're more sincere than ever. "my dream is not just the all blue anymore. it's you and it's always been you."

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐃. 𝐀𝐂𝐄 ↳˳;; ❝ lucky to have youᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ who is luffy to you?ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ when he loves you (ace ver. part two)ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ you're so in loveᵕ̈೫˚∗

"i never thought there was someone out there who could love me," ace blows out a wisp of smoke from his mouth, looking outwards from where he leaned on the railing of whitebeard's ship. the sunset highlighted his rugged looks that always made your heart stutter. his next words are quiet, murmured like a sacred whisper. "but then you proved me wrong."

𝐑𝐄𝐃-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ when he loves you (shanks ver. part one)ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ who is luffy to you?ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"let's just drink our sorrows away," shanks lifted up a heavy bottle of rum before giving you a light-hearted grin. the sun rising behind him lit up his ruby hair and he seemed to glow otherworldly. "or shall we just drink merrily until we're black-out drunk?"

𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 ↳˳;; ❝ my favorite shade of blueᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ when he loves you (buggy ver. part three)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"you," buggy grabbed your chin, tugging you closer to him. his lips curved upwards into a scarlet-smeared grin. blue eyes glimmered and shimmered with a hint of insanity yet there was something about the look in his eyes that made you drawn into the craziness of him. "you will be the greatest act of all."

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐓𝐄 '𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍' 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 ↳˳;; ❝ morning routinesᵕ̈೫˚∗

you let an exasperated, yet concern-filled sigh escape your lips, hands bandaging his injured shoulder with ease. rosinante watches you with the slightest hint of guilt brimming in his eyes and you immediately felt soft again- no! he set himself on fire again! you must stay strict and- "thank you," rosinante grinned at you, charming in his own unique way, and you felt your heart flutter. "i love you."

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 ↳˳;; ❝ i just wanna kiss youᵕ̈೫˚∗

"i swear, on my blade, that i will always protect you," zoro pledged and he seemed so serious that you didn't retort as you usually did. he sheathed wado ichimonji and then held your hands in his own calloused ones. the sun had set behind him and outlined his well-built body against the brilliant blue sky. "i swear it, because i will always prioritize you first and foremost." he took your breath away. he always had and always will.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖 ↳˳;; ❝ early dawnsᵕ̈೫˚∗

"thank you," law whispers. he holds you tight to his chest, inhaling your sweet, unique aroma paired with the metallic, sharp scent of blood. thankfully, the majority of it wasn't yours and you were alive, in his arms. "never do that again. please." law is begging, perhaps for the first time in a long time. but he will get down on his knees and do every humiliating action if you could remain safe forever.

𝐁𝐎𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 ↳˳;; ❝ eyes and smiles (my heart beats louder)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"in this vast sea," hancock murmurs, having a lost look in her eyes. you step closer, embracing her gently with a hand cradling her head to you. "my love for you transcends everything." she leans back to look you in the eye and to your surprise, they had small shimmers of tears in the corners. she smiled and it was like the sun had blessed you with warmth. "perhaps our love is the most beautiful of them all."

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 year

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Hello there, i hope you are doing alright fellow human being

I was wondering if I could ask for headcanons for Corazon (one piece) x fem! Reader who had a traumatic past because of the marine and Corazon was involved in it ? (She forgives him when she realise he participated)

Thanks ! Have a good day/night !

headcanons, huh? well as with all my headcanons, this is shorter than usual. Also, this is just how I see things playing out and how I see him reacting. Hope you like it and thank you for being patient with me.

Warnings: talk of trauma, talk of Corazon’s death, Corazon lying to reader

Word Count: 555

When you first tell him about it and how it affected you, he’s worried

He remembers taking part in it

It’s not one of his prouder moments and the moment you tell him about what it did to you, he downright regrets it.

Hides it from you or at least tries to hide it from you

Becomes really jumpy around you because he’s afraid of telling you and how you’ll react

Is more prone to mistakes than ever

You become super suspicious because of how he’s acting

He’s also infinitely more attentive and cuddly because he feels really guilty

And because he’s afraid that he’ll lose you if you ever find out.

It’s one night when he thinks your asleep that you find out

He starts apologizing to your ‘sleeping’ form over and over again

The regret and sorrow is clear in his voice

It’s kind of like that moment in the anime/manga where he’s drunk and talking to ‘sleeping’ Law.

Except he’s not drunk, he’s just guilt ridden.

You turn over and look at him, showing him that you’re actually awake, he screams in surprise

As soon as his fear subsides, he’s on all fours, bowing to you and apologizing like crazy

Seriously, he will not shut up to let you talk

He’s also crying a lot

It isn’t until you gently put a hand on him that he stops babbling and glances up at you

The moment you forgive him (and have assured him that you’re absolutely certain), he’s holding you close… and still crying

Will not let you go, seriously, he will carry you back to bed, wrap himself around you, and you will not be going anywhere.

You will have a very tall, very clumsy puppy following you around for a while afterwards

Will repeatedly apologize to you or ask if you’re sure you’ve forgiven him for days.

Not even kidding, I hope you’re patient because he won’t let up.

It’s kind of sweet that he feels so bad about it though because it shows you how much he cares.

It irritates Doflamingo how Corazon won’t leave you alone.

He needs his brother to get shit done, not follow you around for reasons he doesn’t know.

You both make up the excuse that his clumsiness somehow caused you harm.

Your relationship is a lot stronger after that

He also promises to never, ever hide anything from you again.

He then proceeds to tell you all about how he grew up with Sengoku because of this.

He also tells you a lot about his life as a marine.

And how he’s undercover.

Which you’d already figured out because you’re smart.

You still don’t like that marines and still have trauma, but you don’t say anything about him being a marine because you love him.

He’s literally the only marine you don’t dislike.

After he dies your hatred is all turned towards Doflamingo

Also, you agree to meet with Sengoku.

You still don’t like marines and aren’t crazy about Sengoku but you respect him for raising Cora.

You and Sengoku meet on the anniversary of Cora’s death to talk about him, bring flowers to his grave, etc.

Sengoku thinks of you as a daughter because of how much Corazon loved you.

You begrudgingly accept that he refers to you as his daughter.

#one piece #one piece corazon #op corazon #donquixote rosinate x reader #donquixote rocinante #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #donquixote rocinante x reader #donquixote corazon x reader #corazon x reader

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vizkopa · 2 months

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Damned if you Do (Devil!Doflamingo x Reader) Part 2

*drops this and disappears back into the ether*

Warning for religious themes and smut!

Also, have a song I've been listening to a lot right now and may or may not have influenced this chapter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UUSUrr6zyo

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Part 2: The Priest and The Sinner

Can you come over?

Despite the bags under your eyes, and the red light of your alarm clock reflecting 3am, you couldn’t sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his face. Felt the utter helplessness as you knelt before him without so much as a flicker of hesitation. How were you meant to fight a demon that had you at his complete and utter mercy?

Your phone dinged.

I’ll be there in 10.

What you needed right now was a distraction. Something to keep you mind occupied until you were too tired to dwell on the thoughts that raced and rampaged. Something that could send you off into the sweet oblivion of sleep so deep, even your demons could not follow.

You answered the door at the knock and Law stood in the hall, looking especially haggard under the fluorescent lights of the hall.

“You lied to me earlier,” you said, swinging the door wider so he could slip inside. “You look like you haven’t fed in days.”

He just shrugged. “You have enough to deal with right now.”

You laughed darkly. “Understatement of the century.” You looked at him, at the silhouette of his body against the rain-spattered window. You felt a twist of arousal at the way his damp shirt clung to his skin, at the glimpse of the dark tattoos peeking from beneath his collar. “You can always call me. Day or night.”

He smirked, striding toward you with a deadly grace. How anyone could mistake him for human, you didn’t know. He had always seemed otherworldly to you, even before he revealed to you what he was. You swallowed hard as his thumb traced the pulse of blood in your throat, shuddering at the scrape of nails that had grown into black talons. His eyes were luminous and yellow in the dimness, his canines sharp and white as bone against the mottled grey of his skin.

You stifled a whimper at the sweep of his hungry gaze. You had spent half your life hunting his kind. Killing them. And in the process, you had become something akin to a demon yourself. Even if mortal men were still able to satisfy you, you could not bear the weight of their touch when you yourself were unclean. Tainted.

You were bound for the fires of hell, anyway. So what was one more sin? What was a hundred more?

That was what you told yourself as you let Law draw you down onto your bed. Let him peel away your night clothes and press his lips to your breast. Let him sink deep into you until your back arched, and your fingers twisted in the already crumpled sheets.

Then suddenly it was no longer Law’s hands that caressed your sides. No longer Law’s lips and tongue at your neck, or his cock that filled you over and over. Behind your eyelids was only the demon that held your soul in a chokehold. It was under his hands, his tongue, his cock that you were falling apart at the seams. It was his voice that commanded you to come as you swiftly approached the peak. And it was his smug grin burned into your mind as you came harder than you ever had in your life.

Taken aback by the suddenness and swiftness of your orgasm, Law groaned, his canines breaking skin as he followed you over the edge.

You lay there, chest heaving, skin hot and tingling all over.

What the fuck? What the FUCK?

In that moment, you couldn’t bear the weight of Law’s body pressing you into the mattress, couldn’t stand the stickiness of your skin or cling of the sheets. You shoved him aside none too gently and hurtled to the bathroom just in time to empty your stomach into the toilet for the second time that day.

A few seconds later, you felt Law’s cool fingers at the back of your neck, brushing your hair back from your face. He said nothing, just sat with you as you retched and coughed until your abs burned and your throat was raw. You sat back heavily against the porcelain, relishing its coolness against your clammy skin.

“You met him today.” It wasn’t a question.

You nodded.

“[Name]—”

“Don’t,” you interrupted him, “say you were right. I know you were. I was stupid to go.”

Law was silent for a long moment. “What was he like?”

“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” you laughed darkly. “And the most terrifying. It’s like I was a moth and he was a fucking funeral pyre. I couldn’t tear myself away, I couldn’t—”

You felt like you were going to throw up again.

“He wants me to be his queen.” The words came out in a whisper, hoarse from the acid burning your throat. “And I don’t think I have the strength to refuse him. He’s in my head, Law.”

Law only looked at you sadly. “If this demon truly is a King of Hell, I don’t think even the strongest of wills could.” He sighed. “Tomorrow, go to your Priest. Tell him to give you every holy protection in the book. It won’t keep him out forever, but it might give you enough time to find a better solution.”

You nodded. “Rosi will think of something. He always does.”

“Only when it comes to you.” He looked at you meaningfully but you turned away.

You knew the Priest was fond of you, perhaps more than would be appropriate for a man of God. You didn’t know what you’d done to deserve that affection.

“He’s a good man and a good friend,” was all you said in reply.

The first watery rays of grey light were just filtering through the window when Law left, and you fell onto the dishevelled bed and into a fitful sleep.

When you woke late in the morning, it was if you’d gotten no rest at all, but still you dragged yourself upright and dressed for the unprecedented rain to hopefully catch Rosinante before he left from morning mass. Perhaps you should have attended given your current predicament, but churches always made your skin crawl as if every little sin you’d committed were trying to claw their way out into the open and expose you for what you were.

The priest was just locking up when you arrived. One discerning look at the bags under your eyes and your rumpled clothes had him unlocking the chapel door immediately and ushering you inside. You kept your gaze down as you passed the altar. You could feel the weight of eyes on the back of your neck from the statues and paintings on the walls. You didn’t stop for them, not until you’d reached the tiny back room where Rosi kept his office.

He shut the door sharply behind him and without so much as a word, had a fresh cup of hot tea in front of you before you’d even spoken a word.

“What happened?” His usual mellow tone was gone, replaced with scathing accusation and a hint of worry.

“I went to that demon bar on 6th yesterday.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alone?”

“Don’t start that shit. You know it’s all lesser demons, nothing I can’t handle.”

“Why am I sensing a ‘but’ coming?”

“Law gave me a heads up about a demon who might have information about who holds my contract.” Rosi’s jaw tightened at the mention of the incubi’s name, but he said nothing. “But… he was there.”

“Who is he?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t get his name. But I’ve never felt anything like him, Rosi, he—” you swallowed harshly, the teacup rattled in its saucer as your hands shook. “I think he’s a King. His presence was… commanding. It’s the only way I can describe it.”

Rosi frowned and stood from his seat. He turned to scan the books lining the shelves behind his desk, fingers trailing the dusty spines. He paused on one that looked like it hadn’t been moved in decades. Lemegeton Clavicula Salomonis.

He took it down and set it on his desk, but didn’t open it, only rested his hand on the cover, frowning down at the peeling, gilded letters.

“If this demon of yours is as powerful as you say, his name will be in this book. But [Name]…” His kind brown eyes were sombre. “There are no exorcisms I know of that can banish them.”

Your heart sank.

“That doesn’t mean it’s hopeless,” Rosi rushed to say. He sat back at his desk and took your hand in both of his. “You have the strongest will of anyone I’ve ever known. You can fight him. You will fight him.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I think it’s too late, Father. He… it was like I was a puppet. I couldn’t control my own body. I was on my knees at a single word. If he can make me do that, what else can he make me do? I only got away because he let me go.”

Your memory from the previous night flashed in your mind. The heat of his body, the weight of his hips, the sting of his kiss, so intense it could not even compare to Law’s very real body above you. You felt sick again and pulled your hand from Rosi’s.

“But he won’t just take my soul and be done with it. He’s dragging this out. He wants me to want him. So he can make me his Queen.” You almost spat the last word.

His mouth thinned but it was the only hint of anger he let show. “That’s good. That gives us time to figure something out.”

You sighed. You wished you had Rosinante’s faith.

“Law says you should give me every holy protection in the book. It might keep him out for a while. If you’re not too high and mighty to accept advice from a demon.” Your mouth quirked a little, a hint of your usual sense of humour showing through.

Rosi chuckled. “I think in this case, I’ll make an exception. Maybe you should stay with me for a while too. The consecrated ground should offer more protection than your apartment.”

You smirked. “That won’t be considered improper of you? A sinner like me staying with a priest is sure to cause… rumours.”

Rosi’s face grew red and he sputtered. “The devil take them. And if you try anything untoward, I’ll let him take you too.”

It felt good to laugh again.

#one piece #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar law #doflamingo x reader #trafalgar law x reader #donquixote rocinante #rocinante x reader #one piece fanfic #one piece fan fiction #one piece x reader

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writer12 · 7 months

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Recently I wanted to start watching 'Spy x Family' and I came up with the idea of Rosinante (Corazon) x Y/n.

This is a modern AU. Law is your son, who is sick with a very rare disease, Amber Lead. You are a doctor and are trying to help your son fight an illness. He is your own son and his father, although he died when Law was a couple of years old, but at thirteen years old he tries not to forget his own father.

One day, when you came to the hospital with your son for monthly treatment, one of the nurses told you that some man gave a round sum of money for the treatment of sick children and your son. This man turned out to be Rosinante and he fell madly in love with you when you and your son personally thanked him.

Since then, Rocinante has been trying to visit you and participate in your son's life. Law does not trust the man, and rightly so. It turned out that Rosinante works in the mafia, where his brother Doflamingo is the leader, which means there is a lot of danger from him.

I hope to write a story about this and maybe a few chapters soon where the family of you, Rocinante and Law becomes a real family.

#one peice #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece × reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law #corazon #donquixote rocinante #donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader #one piece rosinante #rosinante corazon #op rosinante

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thirstydiglett · 7 months

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IT’S FINALLY HEREEEEEEEE

@badly-drawn-doflamingo asked me for some Corazon x male!reader like a month ago and I SWEAR it was just gonna be a little thing but it got out of control and anyway here it is

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To Know, To Not Be Known

Summary: You’re a new Ensign at headquarters, fresh from the Academy but not nearly as strong as your fellow Ensigns. Thankfully your kind and very handsome Commander is here to help you train and work on those deep rooted self esteem issues of yours… but only if you muster up the courage to let him in.

Characters: Marine!Donquixote Rocinante, male!reader, Bellemere and Sengoku get cameos because I love them

Pairings: Rocinante x male!reader obivously

Warnings: Graphic violence, minor (original) character death, major character injury, small amounts of homophobia, discussion of trauma especially starvation, sex with an authority figure, oral sex, rimming, minor cum play, anal, Diglett has a size kink so that’s in here too, I think that’s everything but I might have missed something pls let me know

Word Count: 14k hahaha what is wrong with me

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“See ya later, Bellemere!”

You adjusted the collar of your uniform, inspecting it for any stains, and walked out of the dining hall. You waved to your best friend as she bussed her tray and headed the other direction. It would have been nice to have her, you mused, especially today of all days. Frustratingly, you and Bellemere had been put into different squadrons after graduating the academy. There, you’d been attached at the hip, The only two queer (or at least openly queer) infantry in your graduating class.

But now it was a whole new world, and everything was different. Marine Headquarters. Who would have guessed they’d place you here of all places? True, you had a devil fruit and that was interesting, but you’d never worked particularly hard back at the academy. Too busy goofing off with Bellemere and having crushes on boys who invariably turned out to be straight, in all honesty. You’d always done decently despite your slacking off, but never in a thousand years would you have guessed you’d end up at Headquarters. Fucking Headquarters.

Bellemere, on the other hand? That girl deserved it. She was up at 4 every morning to work out before morning workout. She could recite marine history from the end of the void century up until fifteen minutes ago. And her sailing skills? Top notch by anyone’s standards. All while getting more pussy than most of the boys you knew.

When you found out both of you were heading to headquarters together, you’d almost asked if she had pulled some kind of string to bring you along with her. But no—they’d requested you specifically. How the hell could you deserve to be here, with the elites?

Well, you were about to find out. Day one of training with the big boys was about to commence.

As you headed over to the training grounds where your squadron was scheduled to meet—6 AM on the dot—you couldn’t help but be in awe of the men and women around you. A man with hair at least three feet tall was deep in conversation with—holy shit, was that Monkey D. Garp?? And you could have sworn you just walked past a literal giant…This place was going to take some getting used to.

Arriving at your squadron’s assigned training fields—a grassy expanse littered with boulders and submerged in a thick early-morning fog—your heart leaped to realize that everyone else was already there and standing in ranks. Oh shit, were you really late on your first day? Frantically, you glanced at your watch. Nope, still 5:59. Then why…?

“Hey, recruit!”

A truly huge man was staring at you from the field, his coat around his shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze, and not just because he was glaring at you with a vengeance. The man was truly… well, gorgeous. Tousled blond hair fell over his forehead, partially obscuring large, lidded red-brown eyes. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his white shirt barely obscuring his well-defined musculature. You could feel your jaw drop a little as you took him in.

Oh shit. You should probably say something back.

“Uhh—y/n l/n, reporting for duty, sir!”

You jogged over and fell into line, saluting the man who was clearly to be your superior officer. He slowly walked in front of you, towering over you as he glared into your eyes.

“And you’re here thirty minutes late because…?”

You flushed. You couldn’t deny, the way his eyes bored into yours was sending lightning bolts through your stomach. “I, um, I was told to be here at 0600 hours, sir!”

“And unlike all the other ensigns, you didn’t get the memo I sent to the barracks last night that I wanted you here at 0530?”

You gulped. You’d actually snuck into Bellemere’s room last night to smoke the weed she’d snuck in and watch old cartoons on her visual Den Den Moshi. And you hadn’t gotten back until almost 1, far too late to receive a message.

“I was asleep, sir!” You blurted out, the lie slipping between your teeth with surprising ease. The man staring down at you raised an eyebrow.

“Asleep, eh?”

Oh, shit. He doesn’t buy any of this, does he? Am I about to get killed on my first day? Yeah, this guy looks like he could kill me…

“Be here on time tomorrow.”

The man turned and walked away without another word, leaving you stunned. Did I… Did I just get away with that?

Facing the line of ensigns, most of whom were barely hiding their snickering at you, the man raised his hand. With a quick glance at you and a—was that a smile?— he snapped his fingers.

The world went silent.

Out of nowhere, the voices of the other ensigns were deadened. The sound of the wind, the grass—holy shit, even your heartbeat—had completely disappeared. The ensigns looked around at one another, baffled and frightened. Suddenly, a voice cut through the dense silence.

“Calm down. It’s my devil fruit.”

You and the other ensigns looked up to see your superior officer watching you, a small smile on his face.

“I’m Commander Donquixote Rocinante. I’ll be leading this squadron. We’ll be working here to start with, but we may be going to sea on missions within the next year or so.

The powers that be want me to tell you that you all are here because you’re elite, the best of the best that the academy has to offer. Personally, I think that’s a load of bullshit. You’ve yet to prove you have anything to offer on the battlefield and you certainly haven’t proven that you know anything about executing Justice.

It’s my job to keep an eye on you, and if I see any shit I don’t like, you’ll be up for reassignment in a heartbeat.” (Oh shit, was he looking at you when he said that?)

“Understood?”

Rocinante snapped his fingers, and with a gentle woosh the sound returned to the world.

“Now, let’s get started. Ensigns, give me 100 push-ups!”

The peaceful morning shattered as over two dozen of the Marines’ finest dropped to their hands and toes, yourself included.

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The first three weeks of training passed in a blur. Commander Rocinante pushed your squadron hard, working mostly on hand-to-hand combat skills and marksmanship, Rocinante’s two specialties. Everyone else was obviously in the right place—your compatriots were strong and tough, pushing themselves well past their limits for their commander.

And he paid them back in kind. Commander Rocinante was proving to be a surprisingly charming, supportive superior. He often bought the squadron drinks after a long day of training, and his goofiness and clumsiness off the battlefield put everyone at ease. While fighting, like many of the Marines, he was serious and intense—moving quickly and elegantly and using his power to sow confusion and cripple the enemies’ senses—but as soon as training ended Commander Rocinante was the kindest, most open-hearted (and admittedly the most disaster-prone) leader that anyone could ask for.

Except he appeared to hate you specifically.

You knew why—you were by far the weakest member of your squadron. You worked hard, sure, but you couldn’t quite do as many pushups, run as many miles, dodge as many punches. If you were Commander Rocinante, you would have been annoyed too. Of course you would have. But he was just so—so cold to you.

He greeted the others with nicknames, arms around shoulders, jokes about whatever was in the news. You got a chilly nod; you weren’t even good enough for him to call you by your name. After training he was quick to call out the other ensigns for their hard work and improving skills with swords or martial arts. You got a criticism or you got nothing at all. Other ensigns ragged on the commander for his famous clumsiness and he laughed right along with them. You cracked one joke when he tripped on a rug and got nothing more than a dead-faced scowl.

It wasn’t like you didn’t get it. But still, it hurt like hell to be the only one who didn’t have some inside joke with him, the only one who he didn’t personally invite to sit with the squadron at meals, the only one who was this weak and useless and—

“Ensign! Keep your head up!”

At the sound of Commander Rocinante’s voice, you shook yourself out of your thoughts with just enough time to dodge a kick aimed at your left ear. Henri, one of your fellow ensigns, cursed as he barely missed you. “That won’t happen again, y/n!”

You swallowed and tried to clear your head. Maybe this was why you were always fucking up during training—couldn’t stay focused to save your life.

You returned Henri’s kick with a right hook, but he ducked before you could hit him. Losing your balance, you were left wide-open, and Henri used the opportunity to strike at you with his short sword. The tip of it brushed your skin as you leaped back with a shout.

“Come on, Ensign!” Commander Rocinante shouted from the sidelines. “Block him! Don’t just dance around like an idiot!”

Your stomach twisting at his insult, you unsheathed your own sword. What the fuck is his problem? Why can’t he cut me a break? With (frankly uncharacteristic) aplomb, you swung hard from overhead. Henri reached up to block, but your strike still had enough force to knock him back several feet.

“Yes!” It was your first solid hit of the fight, and the cheer came out before you even realized it. You glanced nervously back at Commander Rocinante, eager for his approval. Sure enough, the blond man’s lips were curled ever so slightly upward into a smile.

You grinned despite yourself. Finally, you were doing something right. Maybe now you’d feel his hand on your shoulder at the end of training today, instead of watching it touch someone else’s. Now all you had to do was—

“OOF!”

You grunted and stumbled back again as Henri swung back, the flat of his sword hitting you hard in the face. Tripping backward with the force of the hit, you felt your legs collide with something very solid—one of the large rocks that littered the training field. You lost your balance and fell onto the rock hard…

And your sword flew from your grip.

The next part happened in slow motion. You watched, upside down on the boulder, as your sword careened through the air, spinning as it did so. You watched its trajectory as it pointed downward and finally landed…hard…directly in someone’s foot.

Your face turned green when you looked up to see that the foot belonged to none other than Fleet Admiral Sengoku.

“Da-I mean, Fleet Admiral! Are you alright?” Rocinante was there in a second, helping Sengoku over to a rock to sit down. What the hell is he even doing here, anyway?

You were close to being sick with fear when Sengoku took a look down at his foot—and started laughing.

“There’s always one, isn’t there, Commander?”

“Fleet Admiral, we need to get you to the sick bay right now,” Rocinante said frantically, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull in panic as he stared at Sengoku’s wound. “Ensigns Aleppo, Kingston. Help the Fleet Admiral there immediately.”

The ensigns, a short girl with bright green eyes and a barrel-chested young man with a thick beard, obeyed quickly. As they positioned themselves underneath each of Sengoku’s massive arms, your commander turned his attention to you. With the most withering glare you’d ever seen from him, the huge man all but snarled—

“Ensign y/n. Be in my office in five minutes. Understood?”

Swallowing, you nodded. In the distance, you could hear Sengoku laughing as he was helped away.

“I remember when it was you, Rocinante! I remember when that was you!”

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Tick

Tock.

Tick

Tock.

The silence—broken only by the sound of the clock on Rocinante’s wall—was palpable, so thick you could almost see it hanging in the air. Rocinante stared down at you from the other side of his desk, head resting against tented fingers, his expression unreadable. You could feel the sweat beginning to form on the back of your neck.

Finally, you could take it no longer. “Commander, I am so, so, so sorry—“

“Silent.”

Your voice cut off suddenly. You hadn’t known Rocinante could do that—just shut off your sound like you were some kind of Den Den Moshi.

He stared at you in silence for several excruciating moments, watching you squirm in your seat. Finally, the blond’s lips parted.

“Ensign y/n… What the hell is going on with you?”

You blinked. Not what you’d expected him to say.

“They send you to me and tell me you’re one of the most promising ensigns we’ve ever had. Put me in charge of training you because for some reason they think I’m the man for the job. And this is the kind of shit you pull?”

You visibly gulped, still muted from Rocinante’s silent. What the hell was he talking about, ‘promising’?

“I’ve trained ensigns like you before, ones the Academy calls its best and brightest. They’re always cocky, arrogant little shits who put themselves before their missions and the people they’re pledged to protect. But you…” he leaned across the table, pressing his folded hands to his lips. “You’re clearly smart, strategic, yet you can’t fight to save your life. I can’t figure you out.”

Your face flushed. Him, spending his time thinking about you. The image of him lying on his bed, thoughts full of you, his hand perhaps unzipping his white jeans and —fuck, stop it y/n. Stop wanting stupid shit you can’t have.

You opened your mouth to respond, and mentally kicked yourself when you remembered that you were still muted.

“Oh!” Rocinante laughed suddenly. “Sorry about that.” With a sheepish grin (goofy and endearing despite the tenseness of the situation) he snapped his fingers. “Go ahead and speak freely, Ensign.”

You sighed. You’d felt your frustration building since the beginning of your conversation, and finally it began to spill over.

“First of all, rude putting me on mute like that.”

Rocinante looked away, traces of a smile still present on his face. “Sorry about that.”

“Second of all, what the hell do you mean calling me the best and brightest? I was like, a C student at best at the Academy. I have no idea why they sent me to headquarters of all places.”

Rocinante blinked, his expression shifting into one of surprise. “Did they… did they not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

Rocinante bit his lip, as though trying to decide something. Finally, he appeared to come to an answer.

“Ensign, you scored higher on the intelligence test than anyone has in the last three years.”

Your mouth dropped as he fixed you with that intense stare.

“I’m sorry, what??”

“Problem solving, pattern recognition, navigation, strategic planning… you scored almost perfectly in all of them. People don’t just get that kind of result unless they really are something special.”

“I…” your mouth opened and shut dumbly, like a fish.

Rocinante waved his hand dismissively. “I don’t care about any of that one way or another as long as you show your worth in my squadron. Your fighting skills right now aren’t up to par, and you know it.”

Your eyes were beginning to feel hot, and you detested yourself for having such a childish response to all that was going on. Fucking hell, you were supposed to be a Marine.

“Commander—I can be better.”

“You will be. Get to the training grounds an hour early starting tomorrow.” He scowled and looked away, gritting his teeth for a moment. “I’ll be—uh—training with you privately in the mornings from now on.”

You felt yourself flush from head to toe. Private training with Rocinante? Every fucking day? You tried to ignore the image filling your head of your tall commander bending you face down over one of those boulders, filling you up with his surely massive cock, his hand tangled hard into your hair. Calm down, y/n, Jesus. The guy fucking hates you anyway.

You swallow, returning your attention to the man in front of you.

“Yes, Commander.”

“Good,” Rocinante said curtly. “Go get lunch. I’ll see you at our afternoon duty.”

You stood up, stumbling a little, unable to believe everything that had just happened. You hadn’t even gotten in trouble.

“Oh, and Ensign y/n?”

You turned back to look at him. “Y-yeah?”

“Those tests weren’t wrong. The-“ he bit his lip—“the intelligence ones I mean. Just because you’re not fighting yet doesn’t mean you’re doing poorly. Even the other ensigns can see it.”

It was all you could do to make it out the door.

Leaving your Commander’s office, your mind was filled to the brim with thoughts about him. The way he’d laughed kindly one minute—rich and melodic, like water filling a stone bowl—glared at you the next. His claims about your intellect; his judgement of your failures. Why couldn’t you get a read on him? God, why did that only make you want him more?

Sitting on Bellemere’s bed that night, you were even less sure.

“So he really didn’t even reprimand you for stabbing the Fleet Admiral? And you’re still convinced this guy hates you?”

“You don’t know what he’s like, Belle-chan!”

“I’ve heard stories about him. Everyone has. He’s supposed to be a pretty good guy. Didn’t he, like, get his promotion to commander because he helped smuggle a whole town’s worth of people off an island that was being destroyed or something?”

“And then he fought to grant them asylum and Marine protection, yeah. I’ve heard the story too.” You pursed your lips, looking down. “What I mean is, you haven’t seen what he’s like around me.”

Bellemere chuckled. “Ah. Yeah, fair.”

A moment of silence—silent like Rocinante silent like that impenetrable bubble around his office silent like his footsteps on the training field silent like his—passed before she spoke again.

“You like this guy, don’t you?”

Your pulse quickened. “What the hell are you even talking about?” You snapped, more aggressively than you intended.

Bellemere bursts out laughing. “That’s exactly what I thought.

“Look, y/n. The way I see it, you have a golden opportunity here. Personal training, every day, from a guy like Rocinante? I’d kill for that. Work hard. Be a better fighter. Show him he was right to give you the second chance he gave you today. Maybe he’ll respond to that.”

“And maybe he won’t.”

“So who gives a shit?? At the very least you’ll be way stronger than you were before. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

You didn’t know what you wanted anymore. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Bellemere tilted her chin up playfully, giving you her trademark cocky grin. “I’m always right.” She turned to look at you. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Are you gonna ask me about my crushes like a ten year old at a sleepover again?”

“I’m just wondering if…like, if you’re trying to be stronger… why aren’t you using your devil fruit?”

You frowned immediately, turning away. “You know it’s not safe.”

“Maybe not at the academy. But here there’s people who might be able to help you hone it. Maybe even… Commander Rocinante?” She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly to emphasize his name.

“Look, I just can’t, ok? I already accidentally hurt someone today, I don’t want to do it again.”

Bellemere shrugged. “Alright. Work harder not smarter then. Your funeral.”

You laughed despite yourself at the face she made. “Nothing wrong with doing it the old fashioned way.”

“I guess. But if I had a devil fruit you’d bet your ass I’d be using it.” Stretching, Bellemere put her feet up on her desk. “Anyway, you wanna hear more about this girl on my squadron? We had a drunk makeout session two nights ago and I haven’t even gotten to tell you yet.”

Smiling, you shook the thoughts of Rocinante and devil fruits from your head, at least for now. “Do you care if I open this sake I brought while I listen?”

“Bitch you had sake this whole time?? Give it here!”

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The next morning, despite your slight hangover, you somehow made it to the training grounds fifteen minutes before Commander Rocinante asked you to be there—the ungodly hour of 4:15 in the morning. Between sips from your thermos of coffee, you stretched, twisting your arms above your head, bending from side to side. You were completely bent over into downward dog—Bellemere had gotten you into yoga recently—when you heard the sound of a throat clearing behind you.

Whipping around (and nearly falling on your face as you did so), you see your commander towering over you, an uncomfortable blush on his face, his eyes directly on your… fuck.

“I’m, uh—glad you got here early, Ensign.” Rocinante bit his lip awkwardly, turning away to look anywhere but at you. “Let’s—let’s get started then.” He jogged toward the middle of the training field, making it about three steps before his foot caught on a rock. He went down hard, directly on his face.

Why the hell was he so bumbling and weird all the time? You pondered to yourself as you ran over to help the hulking man to his feet. He shrugged you off immediately as you touched his shoulder, flinching away from your touch. “I’m fine, Ensign. Go grab one of the weapons I brought from the armory.”

There were several different types of weapons for you to choose from, a mercy you were grateful for. Headquarters was so insistent on every Ensign being able to use a sword, but you’d always preferred something smaller, something for closer quarters. Picking up a pair of short-handled broadaxes on a whim, you followed Rocinante out onto the field.

He smiled a bit when he saw your choice. “An axe man, eh? Why didn’t you go for the halberd?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s too big. Too hard to hit someone, I guess.”

“Not that you’ve been doing much of that anyway…” Rocinante chuckled.

“Hey! I hit someone yesterday, didn’t I?” You couldn’t help but grin along with him.

Rocinante laughed out loud. “That’s the most impressive thing you’ve done since you’ve gotten here. Sengoku is fine, by the way—you barely scratched him.”

“So he’s not gonna discharge me or anything then?”

“Nah. To be honest, we’ve seen recruits do worse than that.” Rocinante unsheathed his broadsword, examining it habitually for sharpness and cleanliness. “If you’re gonna fight with a weapon you like, I’ll fight with my favorite weapon too.” He set the sword down on the grass beside him, then cracked his knuckles.

Your stomach dropped. It was well-known that Rocinante was almost as deadly a martial artist as he was a sharpshooter. Crouching nervously, you balanced your weight and prepared to fight.

Rocinante struck first, a hard roundhouse kick aimed at the left ear. You just barely managed to duck, his black loafer skimming the top of your head. You swung one of your axes at his stomach (considering Rocinante’s height, this was about as high as you could reach) but Rocinante grabbed it, twisting it hard and throwing you off balance.

You hit the ground with a thud. One of your commander’s massive shoes rested on your chest, pinning you. Already??

“Get back up. Let’s go again.” He offered you his hand, and you took it, letting him pull you to your feet. His hand was broad and very rough—years of fighting and sailing mapped in calluses across his fingers and palm—and you suppressed a shiver as you noticed how small yours was in his.

“Fighting stance, Ensign.” Rocinante prepared himself to battle you again. Shaking off your momentary reverie, you picked up your axe.

Here we go.

The first week’s training was full of many, many losses for you. The axes were definitely an improvement to the short sword, but not enough of one to make any real difference against an opponent like Rocinante. It amazed you how agile he was, how he attacked fluidly from all sides, how he dodged your blows so effortlessly.

How he tripped and fell flat on his face the second he was no longer in attack mode.

Hard to figure out, that man.

It went on like that, day after day of waking up at the crack of dawn, heading to the training fields to invariably get your ass kicked. But oddly, you didn’t mind. Rocinante was beginning to get more and more friendly toward you, letting that indecipherable guard of his down bit by bit as the days blended into weeks. Once he even cracked one of his terrible dad jokes about an admittedly unfortunate pair of shoes you’d chosen to wear—and you laughed despite yourself. Even if you weren’t getting any better, at least you were finally forming some sort of connection with your commander outside of the suffocating tension you were used to.

It was nearly a month into your personal training sessions that you finally had your breakthrough.

Rocinante was challenging you today. Keeping his distance, always slightly out of your range. At first it had been smooth and elegant, but at this point he was basically just teasing you—sticking his tongue out at you, taunting your attacks, giving you a hard time. You were finally starting to see that goofy side of him that everyone else loved, but you were so frustrated that you couldn’t enjoy yourself. You’d been getting faster. Why couldn’t you hit him even once?

“Ensign, think,” Rocinante advised you, continuing to duck and dodge around your attacks. “Find a way to hit me from a distance.”

Oh god. He wanted you to…

“I, uh, I don’t throw things. Like ever.”

“Bet you’ll be wishing you did when you’re dead on a battlefield.” Rocinante remarked. “Come on, show me what you’ve got.”

“I said no, ok?”

“Fine,” said Rocinante with a somewhat childish smirk. “Then we’ll resume training as soon as you’re willing to do that for me.” And with that, he straightened up and walked over to a nearby boulder where he proceeded to sit there, staring at you, head in his hands. Fucking asshole.

With a sigh, you dropped your weapons to your sides. “Look, Commander, I… do you not know about my devil fruit?”

Rocinante blinked. “Your what now?”

“It, uh… should’ve been in my file.”

“Trust me, I read that thing cover to cover. The Academy must’ve forgotten to mention it, especially if you don’t use it very often.”

He read my file cover to cover he read it cover to cover “I, uh… I never use it, actually.”

Rocinante gestured to the boulder beside him Holy shit he wants me to sit next to him what if he puts his arm around me I will die I will truly die and you came over, dropping down beside him with none of the grace you were hoping for.

“So what’s the fruit then?” Rocinante asks, his tone not unkind.

“It’s called the Pitch-Pitch fruit, sir.”

“So I imagine it has something to do with throwing?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Wanna show it to me?”

“No, not at all.”

“Y/n…”

You turned to look at him, your mouth dropping open. He’d never called you by your name before, not without “Ensign” in front of it.

“I was terrified of my devil fruit when I got it. I was just a kid, and at first I hated the silence. When there’s no noise, your brain kinda fills in the blanks with whatever sounds you’re most afraid of. It was horrible for a long time.”

He’d never spoken to you so candidly before. Hell, you weren’t sure if you’d ever heard him speak to anyone so candidly before. While the commander was friendly and kind to all, you had to admit that you couldn’t recall a single time he’d ever spoken about his own past. Why to you?

“But my da—I mean, Fleet Admiral Sengoku—helped me turn my power into something good for me.” He chuckled and looked up, reminiscing. “I was almost a worse fighter than you are back then. Used to be as clumsy and awkward on the battlefield as I am off of it. He showed me how to use my fruit in combination with observational haki to give me a huge advantage.

“Now when I use my power, I can feel things with that haki to ‘hear’ all the things you miss out on when there’s sound. Everything from the energy of my enemies to the energy of a beetle digging a den five hundred feet away. I was so afraid of using silent for so long, but it turned out to be the thing that made me into a powerful fighter.”

You sat wordlessly for a moment, watching the towering man be more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. It was strange. But…nice.

Finally, you spoke. “So what you’re saying is, if I have this power…”

Rocinante nodded. “You should use it.”

You swallowed hard, then rose to your feet. “Alright.” Picking up one of your axes, you added, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Taking a deep breath, you squeezed your eyes shut. Please, please don’t let me hurt anyone. Lifting your arm, you tossed the axe as gently as you could in the direction of the large hill that stood at the edge of the training grounds.

With the whooshing boom of the sound barrier breaking, the axe flew from your hand so fast that it was completely invisible. A moment later, a rumble and a huge crash echoed from the hill as the axe flew cleanly through it and out the other side.

You turned, cringing, back to Rocinante. “So anyway, that’s the Pitch Pitch fruit…”

Your commander’s jaw was nearly on the floor, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Y-y/n… you’ve been able to do that this whole time??”

“Like I said, it’s really dangerous…”

“Yeah, you throw an axe at an enemy like that and you’ll kick their ass, no questions asked! Shit, I kinda wish I could do that…”

“So you think I should keep using it then? Even during training?”

“Hell yes I do! It’s the coolest thing ever!!” Rocinante’s eyes were lit up like a little kid watching a wrestler or a mecha battle on TV. “We’ll have to get you something lighter to throw during training, that should help mitigate some of the damage…but you should be proud you have that ability, Ensign y/n.”

You blushed. For the first time, you actually felt kind of… ok with your power. Rocinante was the first person to tell you it was anything but a nuisance at worst, a death trap at best. Looking at the massive hole through the hill at the other end of the field, you had to admit—maybe the man was onto something.

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THREE MONTHS LATER

“Can you believe it, y/n??”

You flinched as Recruit Aleppo squealed into your ear, appearing from somewhere behind you.

“Jesus, Aleppo, I know! First mission, very exciting. Can you maybe not make me go deaf next time?”

“Oh, yeah,” the young woman giggled. “I guess that’s kind of our Commander’s job, isn’t it?”

You said nothing, instead choosing to gaze out onto the endless sea before you. It had been nearly six months since you’d been on a ship—the last time being when you’d arrived at Headquarters—and you’d forgotten how much you loved the smell of salt in the air, the strange quality of the breeze that seemed to carry adventure on its tongue.

“Crete-de-Vague Island is supposed to be super rich and fancy, yknow,” Aleppo was babbling on blithely. “They make the world’s finest furs there! Coats and shawls and purses… ooh, maybe we’ll have time to go shopping!”

You nodded briefly but otherwise ignored your fellow recruit. You were too busy reflecting on your conversation with Rocinante from that morning.

“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” you’d said as he helped you load weapons and supplies onto the boat.

“Trust me, y/n,” Rocinante had grunted, lifting a box onto his shoulder, “I wouldn’t be taking you along if I didn’t think you were ready for this.”

“This just seems like a big step, y’know? We haven’t been training for that long…”

Setting down the box in the cargo bay, Rocinante walked toward you. What he did next had nearly made you swoon.

Slowly, he’d knelt in front of you, bending his knees until his eyes had aligned with yours god the shades of red in those eyes… And then he had smiled—that big cheesy grin of his that he’d only very recently started sharing with you. Throwing up a peace sign, he had loudly proclaimed—

“I believe in you, y/n!”

The high was more than enough to carry you through the morning’s tedious preparations to set sail.

So he trusted you enough to send you on a mission, then. Finally, after so much time, you were beginning to break through into him, be a person Rocinante could put his faith in.

You wouldn’t let him down.

It took you all of five days of sailing to reach Crete-de-Vague, where you’d been asked to clear out some pirates who had taken over and started stealing those famous furs. A straightforward enough mission, it would seem.

In between training sessions and briefings on the pirates you were preparing to fight, the squadron’s attitude was lively. There was no small amount of alcohol consumed in the evenings, with your commander often at the center of the festivities.

He really was a wonder to watch, that man, the way he made every person on your squadron feel valued and seen and heard. As ridiculous as he could often be—tripping over his own feet, cracking terrible one liners—every single one of you looked up to and adored him.

One night after everyone had gone to bed, you found yourself on the deck, a little drunk, looking out again onto the black and eternal sea that had captured your attention so thoroughly in recent days You were so captivated by the soft rise and fall of the waves that you hardly noticed the gentle footsteps approaching you.

When Rocinante leaned against the half-wall next to you, you jumped. “Jesus, Commander, warn a guy next time!”

That sheepish grin of his again, and he spoke, words imperceptibly slurred. “M’bad.” So he was a bit drunk as well, but then you weren’t particularly surprised. There’d been a lot of sake floating around tonight, and you’d watched him go head to head with Recruit Keiryo to see who could drink more (the commander had won, of course, being twice the size of both Keiryo and everyone else on the squadron).

“Yer not seasick, are you? First time I sailed more’n a few days, I was in the sick bay more than I was out of it,” Rocinante chuckled as he lit a cigarette, his eyes on the sea.

“Oh, uh…nah, I’m good. I have a pretty strong stomach. Didn’t have a lot of food as a kid, had to eat what we could find. It sucked at the time, but now I never get sick,” you commented thoughtlessly.

You regretted the words as soon as they’d left your mouth. Not even Bellemere knew the extent of what you’d been through before joining the Navy. The pirate boss who’d controlled everything leaving and entering your island, the droughts that had left your family’s little patch of farmland barren as bones, the way you and your mother had had to pick pirates’ pockets just to feed yourselves and your baby sister—oh god don’t think about her don’t think about your baby sister—the way you’d eaten your devil fruit because it was the only food you could find. No one here was ever supposed to know any of that.

But Rocinante turned to look at you, an expression you’d never seen before on his face. “So… y’know what it’s like to be hungry too. Figures. I knew there was a reason we got along.”

Your face was burning, heart beating fast. How the hell did this man keep burrowing his way into the bottom of you, pulling out the truths you were most scared of admitting and holding them up to the light to watch the beams shine clean through them? First the stuff about the intelligence test at the academy, then your fruit, now the stuff that woke you up in cold sweats at night. This strange need for me to know him, this stranger need for him to never know me…

“M’brother and me spent around two years havin’ to dig through the garbage for food.” Rocinante said abruptly. When you didn’t respond, his face turned pink. “Just, like… somethin’ you and I have in common, I guess.”

Eager to turn the conversation away from yourself, you replied. “I didn’t know you even had a brother. He in the Marines?”

Rocinante laughed out loud, partially from relief that he hadn’t offended you. “No. My brother… I don’t think he’d be caught dead in the Marines. But we haven’t talked in a long time, so… who knows, I guess?”

“Why don’t you talk?” You ask, somewhat distractedly. You’d just noticed how close the commander was standing to you. You could almost feel the energy sparking from his arm that rested mere inches from yours.

“Oh, y’know. He’s a terrible person.” Rocinante shrugged and looked away from you again, his face now bright red. It was clear that was the only explanation you’d be getting. “What about your family? You close to them?”

As he spoke, the commander gently rested his big, callused hand over yours.

Why were the two of you sitting here, having this conversation that it was clear neither of you wanted to have? Why couldn’t you just walk away? You could feel the irritation rising in you. After all this time, now he was trying to be close to you, now he wanted to be your friend, now he wanted to do…whatever the fuck he was doing touching you like this, like you’d desperately wanted, like you were furious to admit you enjoyed in this moment.

“Look, Commander. It’s frankly none of your fucking business, ok?” You yanked your hand out from underneath his large one and turned away, walking quickly back toward the barracks. “‘M going to bed.”

“Hey, Ensign?”

Great. Pulling the rank card on you.

“What?” You all but spat at him, wheeling around. The look on his face almost melted you. Soft, slightly disappointed but much more full of a strange sorrow you couldn’t quite place. Later you would realize it was sympathy.

“Whatever happened to you… I’m sorry.” He said, so softly it was almost a whisper. You felt your eyes welling up as you turned away and stormed back to the barracks.

You took one of Ensign Henri’s sleeping pills (idiot, just leaving them out like that) when you got back, stripping down and getting into bed in record time. Thoughts pounded through your head as you waited for the drug to hit you, desperate for the release of sleep. Why do I want him so bad? Why is he so insistent on knowing me? Why do I care? Why do I want him? Why do I want him? Why do I want him?

The last thought that you remembered before the haze of pill-induced sleep took you over echoed through your head like a ghost in a very old house.

What am I so afraid of?

—————————————————————

Aleppo hadn’t been wrong. Crete-de-Vague was beautiful.

As you hopped off your ship and walked into port, you couldn’t take your eyes off the town that rose above you, built into the hillside. Flowering trees grew everywhere, sending bright red petals and an aroma reminiscent of persimmon scattering onto the breeze. Huge Tudor-style houses, packed closely together by the necessity of city living, lined the steep cobblestone streets.

But the dock was nearly empty when you’d arrived. Strangely silent for a port. No workers to help with your cargo, no other ships to give you a sense of who was present in the city.

Well, except for one.

A massive barquentine ship, built from dark mahogany, floated hulking and foreboding in the dock beside yours. The sails were a deep shade of black, and the flag flapping above the crows nest was unmistakably a Jolly Roger.

The tension was blanketlike over the squadron as you all followed Rocinante past the docks and up the hill toward the center of town (minus Rhys and Hidalgo, who were guarding the ship and keeping the cannons manned). No one said anything about the other boat.

“Don’t forget, ensigns—they probably already know we’re here,” Rocinante was warning you as you approached the first buildings. “When pirates take over an island like this, they usually put eyes everywhere. Be ready to fight at a second’s notice.”

The buildings that had looked so glamorous from the port were beginning to bely evidence of a struggle as you got closer. Smashed windows, boarded up doors, smoldering cannonballs embedded in walls. It was clear that whatever was happening here had been hard on the citizens of Crete-de-Vague.

You could feel nausea setting in as you got deeper and deeper into the city. Not out of fear at what you were about to do—Rocinante’s proclaimed belief in you had seemed to get rid of that, even if you were a bit irritated with him at the moment. No, these houses with their busted support beams and rubble on the doorstep were burying themselves uncomfortably inside your memories of childhood. The way you and your friends had played on top of rubble from a statue blown to bits. The way you’d had to bolt if the pirates were around and hope to god some neighbor was kind enough to let you in. The way they’d broken down your door in the middle of the night and taken the last of your dead father’s pension and hurt your mother and oh god your baby sister

You were starting to feel dizzy on your feet, the edges of your vision beginning to blacken. Just as you were sure you were about to collapse, a massive hand rested on your shoulder.

“You’ll be all right, Ensign. Breathe.”

And while you shoved his hand off your shoulder

asshole trying to act like he knows my business

and walked ahead of him, you did breathe. And it helped.

As you approached a flat expanse between the buildings toward the top of the hill—ostensibly the square, although it had seen much better days—Rocinante used his baby Den Den Moshi to radio in to Sengoku, his commanding officer (you weren’t even going to pretend like you knew how that worked). “Yeah, we’re here. You said the mayor was supposed to meet us?”

Sengoku’s voice, crackling over the receiver and out of the snail’s mouth. “That was the plan, in the town square. How’s the damage to the city?”

“Looks pretty bad. There’s no people around either.”

“Yes, the person who reported the pirates said that folks there were afraid to leave their houses. I’m surprised the mayor isn’t there yet, though.”

“Yeah, we haven’t s—“

A dull thud, like a bag of sand, broke the silence of the empty square, echoing just behind you and the other recruits. Rocinante stopped speaking immediately, silencing his Den Den Moshi with a click and putting it into his pocket.

Slowly, you all turned around.

There, on the ground, in a position like a broken marionette, laid an older man—or at least the body of one. Blood drenched his white shirt and tie. Getting closer, it was easy to see that his throat had been cut—or rather, ripped open. An expression of pleading terror was frozen on his creased face.

The squadron was painfully, excruciatingly silent.

Then a high pitched voice from somewhere above you broke the taut quiet—“Don’t worry, the mayor made it on time after all! Didn’t he, boys?”

At least thirty additional voices shouted out cheers from somewhere on the rooftops.

You could feel the pall as every marine’s stomach dropped out at the same time.

Rocinante, however, seemed to have no such fear. His eyes were glowing with a breed of fury you didn’t know was possible from the normally easygoing man. He was staring at a nearby chimney with intensity—his haki must have clued him in to where the first voice was coming from.

“Squadron, prepare to engage.” He spoke, gritting his teeth, never taking his eyes off the chimney. Obeying your commander, the ensigns took fighting stances and drew weapons. You pulled two axes from your belt (you’d been carrying six at a time since you’d started using your devil fruit more) and got ready. This was what you’d been training for. This was your chance to show what you were truly capable of.

“Let ‘em have it, boys!” The voice behind the chimney roared. Stepping out from his hiding spot, you caught a glimpse of the man who’d been terrorizing Crete-de-Vague all this time. Skin so pale it was almost translucent. Long black hair twisted into a hundred tiny braids. Wiry build, sharp jaw, heavy shadows surrounding his protruding collarbone and shoulders.

Torrez Diego.

He almost would’ve been hot if he weren’t so scary.

But your chances to ruminate on your enemy’s fuckability were cut short as close to forty pirates poured down from the rooftops into the square, cutlasses drawn, guns at the ready. You watched a muscular middle aged woman with a mole on her chin fling herself at Henri, laughing as he frantically blocked her attacks. Rocinante was fighting two men at once, dancing between their kicks and blows (and quite frankly kicking their asses). Kingston ducked and barely avoided having his head shot off with a…holy shit, a fucking bazooka. These guys weren’t fucking around.

But you knew your directive. You stayed still and watched Diego closely. He was dodging the occasional shot from Ensign Parvati, your squadron’s best sharpshooter, which she was barely managing to fire in between rounds of grappling with a massive, rotund man who seemed to be excellent at throwing his weight around. You waited.

And when Torrez Diego suddenly smiled and raised his left hand, you grabbed your axe tightly and bent your legs, preparing.

When he shouted, “Seam tear!” You flung it as hard as you could.

Two things happened at once, as if in slow motion. First, your axe shot at impossibly breakneck speeds through the air toward Diego, booming through the sound barrier as it prepared to knock him through the next three buildings. Second, Diego’s devil fruit power—his seam tear— began to take effect. With the sound of a thousand pieces of paper tearing at once, a massive rip began at Diego’s outstretched hand. It traveled down the building he was atop and into the square, splitting the ground itself beneath your feet. The ensigns dove into chaos, leaping out of the way of the massive chasm that formed within seconds; the Torrez pirates simply laughed as they took cover on either side of it.

Meanwhile, your axe flew and flew through the air.

And missed.

Diego felt the axe whiz by his right ear and turned back, watching as it flew through three buildings before finally embedding itself in a steel wall.

A miss, after all this fucking practice, a miss. What the fuck is wrong with me?

And his attention turned to you.

“Well look at that! It’s not often you see an ensign who’s a devil fruit user!” Diego grinned, showing long yellowing teeth. Never mind about the hot stuff… “Why don’t you take me one on one, and we’ll see whose fruit is better, eh?” With a chuckle, he climbed off the roof of the building in a single jump and began walking toward you.

You weren’t a hand-to-hand fighter. Sure, you could hold your own with the axes, but not against someone like this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

“Y/n!”

Rocinante grabbed your hand out of nowhere, pulling you along with him. With a surprisingly graceful leap forward, he tapped Diego quickly on the shoulder.

“Silent!”

You watched the now familiar blue shimmer of energy as it enveloped Diego, leaving him completely deaf and mute. His face paled as he touched his ears frantically, his eyes widening in shock.

It gave you just enough time for Rocinante to pull you into a side street. The two of you hurtled down it as Diego shook his head, finally coming to his senses, and began to pursue you.

You could feel the man’s presence behind you, sense his haki—something you were slowly learning how to do—but you were unable to hear his footsteps, his breathing, his furious jeers. The effect was jarring as you and your commander plunged deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine side streets of Crete-de-Vague.

“Commander, I let you down. I’m so sorry.” You managed as the two of you ran, Rocinante pulling you in what felt like random directions. Was he trying to throw Diego off?

“Don’t worry about it, Ensign. Happens to everyone. It just means we have to—he grunted as he yanked you hard to the right and up a small flight of stairs—“rethink our battle strategy a bit is all.”

“What about the others?”

“Y/n, our squadron is tough as nails. I have no doubts they’ll beat those pi—shit.”

A dead ended alley.

Desperately, you and Rocinante glanced around for doors, for something you could climb on to get over the wall, for anything.

There was nothing.

You could both feel Diego’s haki, getting closer and closer to you, and the man surely had only blood on his mind.

You were fucked, if neither of you could…. Wait.

Stupid.

You chided yourself mentally as you flung an axe at the wall before you. A terrific boom, and the two of you suddenly had an instant pathway right through the building and out the other side! …Even if it was a bit covered in rubble.

Rocinante laughed out loud. “Wow, very impressive, Ensign!”

You couldn’t help but grin back at him as the two of you continued forward. But as you looked behind you, your stomach dropped.

You had lost too much time on the wall, and Torrez was right on your back. Reaching for you, his lips curling to form the words. Seam tear.

A rip shot out from the man’s fingers, aimed directly at your commander.

“Rocinante!” You shouted, trying to alert him. Your commander turned back, and as if in slow motion he

Saw Diego.

Saw the rip.

Dodged it.

Tripped.

Coming in with the worst possible timing in human history, midway through his dodge to the left Rocinante’s foot hit a loose cobblestone. It sent him flying to the right somehow, too far, and you watched in sickened horror as Diego’s rip hit Rocinante hard and climbed up his inner leg, a spray of blood accompanying it.

“Commander!” You could barely even recognize your voice as your own as Rocinante went down, hard, his head slapping the pavement. You were at his side in a second, squeezing his hand (god why were you squeezing his hand after everything) as Rocinante groaned, tried to stand up, fell.

Diego was grinning at you, baring his long yellow teeth like fangs. He spoke, but no sound came out—but you didn’t need to hear him to know he was telling you all the gruesome ways he was going to kill you. If he would just let his guard down, you could throw an axe, but his attention was laser focused on you and your (bleeding semiconscious really very badly injured) commander.

And you remembered something you’d learned about the man in your briefing. He was known to be a sucker for flattery.

Thank god you’d actually paid attention.

“Commander, I know you’re hurt, but can you turn off his silent? Trust me.”

A snap of his fingers—he must have been just aware enough to hear you—and Diego’s voice boomed into focus.

“—plenty of things my crew can think of to do to little queers like you, and—“

“Jesus, you almost killed him! That’s a marine Commander! How did you do that?” You interrupted, looking up at him, cringing at your own bad acting and hoping to hell you weren’t being too obvious.

Torrez Diego paused for a moment, looking down on you appraisingly. Then he smiled.

“I’m the strongest pirate this half of the sea, kid. Bounty of 35 million, in case they didn’t mention it at pansy navy boy school. I’ve killed men twice as strong as your Commander here.”

You leaned forward, eyes wide. “You’ve killed others?”

“You’d better believe it. In pretty fucked up ways too, just ask my crew.”

“Would you, um…” you blinked innocently, pushing your ass out just slightly. Might as well play the game if you were gonna play the game. “Would you tell me about some of them?”

Diego grinned, clearly checking you out a bit in your new position. Wow. This guy was a fucking moron.

“You wanna hear about the time I keel-hauled a woman for cheating on me?”

You nodded, feigning excitement. “Grab that crate and sit down. Tell me everything!”

“Even the little baby marines are impressed by me, the greatest pirate in this corner of Paradise.” He chuckled. And he

Turned

Around.

Idiot.

With lightning speed you grabbed an axe from your hip and flung it hard. The alleyway was too tight quarters for you to miss again, and the weapon hit him right in the back, digging in so deeply that the blade protruded out the other side. With a sickening groan, Diego fell to his knees, touching the axe sticking out of his chest softly. He turned white-faced to look at you, opened his mouth as if to speak… and collapsed.

It only took a moment until the man was still.

“Rocinante!” You all but screamed, turning to your commanding officer on the ground beside you. He was attempting to sit up, his legs splayed out awkwardly in front of him, one of his white pant legs torn and irreparably stained with blood.

“Jesus Christ y/n, you really saved my ass with that one. You ok?”

“You need medical care, Commander,” you spluttered, face turning red at how casually he spoke to you in the face of such a severe injury. “Look, I’ve got my field medic kit and you know it’s one of the few things I’m really good at. Let me take a look at it.”

Rocinante hesitated, then nodded. Indicating the war-torn building to your right, he remarked, “Pretty sure that place is abandoned. Let’s do it there.”

You put one of his massive arms around your shoulder (so close he’s so close), using all your strength to hoist him up enough to make it to the door. Locked. You went to grab an axe, but Rocinante suddenly knocked it off its hinges with a kick from his good leg, leaning on you to keep his balance.

“Jesus dude, you’re fucking injured!”

“I haven’t been any help whatsoever today. Let me do something at least!”

You could feel his grin behind you. Trying to make you laugh, you knew. Keep the mood light so you don’t freak out about the fact that he might be bleeding to death. As annoying as it was, you could feel your stomach warming. Kind, that man.

You lay Rocinante down on a slightly moldy-smelling fur rug, one of the only signs anyone had ever lived here. The rest of the house was empty and covered in dust.

Quickly, you pulled your pack off and grabbed your medic kit, pulling out disinfectant, a roll of gauze, a needle with surgical thread.

“Ok, I—I’m gonna have to take your pants off, Commander.” You blushed deep red as you realized what you were saying. Sparing a peek at Rocinante’s face, his was somehow even redder than yours.

“Oh, I can—“

“No, let me do that part.”

“Fuck, ow, a little slower, y/n.”

“Sorry, sorry…”

Through an extremely awkward working dialogue, you managed to get Rocinante’s pants unbuttoned and slid them down to the floor until he was able to kick them off.

Just looking at his muscular thighs—scarred from what you assumed was years of training and battles—was enough to send blood flowing from your red face to a very different part of your anatomy. And the slight gap between those thighs and the hem of his boxers…

Fucking shit, y/n. Focus.

Swallowing hard (and hoping to hell Rocinante didn’t notice the sudden bulge in your pants), you moved to his right ankle, where the rip started. The injury was surprisingly not as bad as you’d expected it to be—instead of a leg torn in half, what you were looking at was simply a very long, very deep cut traveling up Rocinante’s inner thigh to his…oh fuck, it went nearly to his groin. This was something you could actually handle medically. It would remain to be seen if you could handle it for other reasons.

“Commander, how the hell did you avoid getting your leg completely torn to shreds here?”

“Armament haki. I’ll show you some stuff sometime.” Rocinante sat up to watch you as you examined his wound, supporting himself on his hands.

“That’s cool, Commander. I’d like that,” you said, smiling at him. He’ll be ok, he’s gonna be ok. “Ok, bite your sleeve or something. I’m putting on disinfectant, it’s gonna hurt.”

Rocinante nodded and did as he was told, grunting in pain as you splashed a liberal amount of the stuff up and down his leg, closing your eyes and thinking about anything else when you reached his upper thigh.

“Ok, I’m gonna start sewing you up. No anesthetic, but hold on, ok? Let me take care of you, Commander.”

You were almost embarrassed of the words coming out of your mouth—needy bottom shit—but you couldn’t deny how relieved you were that your friend and commanding officer was ok. And that you got to be the one to help him heal…

“You already saved my life once today, y/n. It’s kind of you that you’re willing to do it again,” Rocinante said with a grimace of pain as you began to stitch him up.

“Yeah, well… you’re kinda my mentor, so I didn’t have much of a choice.”

Rocinante grinned. “You think of me as your mentor??? Y/n… that’s so sweet!”

Your heart stuttered at his warm response, emotions swirling in your brain, unable to decide if you liked this or didn’t like this.

Rocinante continued. “After that fight we had the other night, I wasn’t sure you even liked me.”

“I like you. I just don’t like people bothering me about my past. I’m trying to move on, ok?”

Rocinante was quiet for a long moment, only the nauseating sounds of needle through flesh sounding in the room.

Finally, he spoke. “I know it doesn’t feel like talking about it will help. But I promise you it does.”

“What would you know about it? Other than you and your brother dumpster diving for a few years or whatever.”

Rocinante’s face was serious. “My entire family were treated as pariahs. My mother died because people wouldn’t give us medical treatment. We got attacked by both children and adults almost every day. Sometimes they’d sic dogs on us. Once they even tried to burn our whole family at the stake. And then in the end, my brother murdered my father in front of me.”

Your jaw dropped, and you stopped stitching, looking up at your commander with your mouth agape.

Rocinante suddenly smiled. “Wow, it feels so much better to talk about it! Ok, now you.”

“W-what??”

“Now you tell me yours!”

You spluttered. “It doesn’t work like that! What the fuck do you mean your brother killed your father??”

Rocinante smiled. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You’re glared at him. “Not gonna happen. Now hold still so I can finish.” You had almost reached your commander’s groin, and while your hands were sweaty and your heart was racing, you weren’t about to quit with his wound half stitched (even if he was annoying the hell out of you right now).

In silence, you finished stitching your commander’s wound (your hand brushing excruciatingly, temptingly close to his cock as you did so) and bandaged his whole leg, neither of you speaking.

Finally, Rocinante broke the quiet. “Whatever it is, I’m really proud of you for becoming the man you are today despite it, y/n.”

You look up at him, the compliment kinder than anything you’d heard since your mother passed.

“…I’m checking your eyes for a concussion, dipshit.”

Wordlessly, you straddle him and push up onto your knees, pulling his head down to look into the taller man’s eyes. You can smell him—a mixture of blood, good tobacco, and better cologne—and you’re aware of the intimacy of the position. If you lowered yourself, you’d be sitting on his…

Don’t think about that now.

Think about the disarming reddish brown hue of his eyes. Think about the beads of sweat on his temple. Think about his hair, his golden hair that must be so soft to touch… think about…

“You’re an incredible marine, y/n,” Rocinante murmured. “An incredible friend. And a—“ he hesitated, but did not break the eye contact— “a really beautiful man.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Rocinante never looked away from you, but his hand gently touched your knee.

Don’t do it. No matter how much you want it. Don’t do it. Don’t let him in. Don’t.

Don’t.

Your lips crashed into Rocinante’s with a vengeance, your hands tangling up into that yes I was right it’s so soft golden hair, and he grabbed you and tugged you against him, moaning against your mouth as you clung to him.

“Y/n…” Rocinante gasped, his hands sliding up and down your body, under your white marine shirt to caress the newly developing musculature of your chest—all that training had been kind to you—and you should care you should stop him but you didn’t, you couldn’t, your tongue was in his mouth, your fingers were plucking at the buttons of his shirt, Rocinante, Rocinante….

“Wanted you like this for so long, y/n…” Rocinante was panting as he broke off the kiss to breathe into your ear. “I know it’s wrong, I know you’re my subordinate, but fuck, y/n… every single fucking day during training, every single fucking night when I couldn’t sleep… you’ve been stuck in my thoughts like one of your fucking axes sticking into a target…”

Raising your eyebrows, you glanced out the window at the axe sticking into (and through) Torrez Diego. Rocinante followed your eye and laughed embarrassedly.

“Ok, maybe not the best metaphor.”

“Commander, please don’t talk. Please just… take me,” you said softly. Your shirts were both off now, and you were caressing the stunning, well defined muscles of his abs and chest, your cock achingly hard in your pants. Scars—cuts, burns, long ropy deep ones of uncertain origin—littered the broad expanse of his torso, matching the ones on his legs. So he hadn’t been lying about his childhood.

As you pulled yourself closer to him, gazing up into his eyes, feeling his (holy shit it’s massive) hardening cock pressing against your ass, you couldn’t help but ask. “I didn’t even think you were into men. In fact, I’ve seen you on dates with women before.”

Rocinante shrugged, his hands sliding up and down your body, fingertips sending lightning bolts into your groin. “Gender is made up anyway. Anyone can be hot, don’t you think?”

“Eh. I’ll leave the women to you.”

Rocinante chuckled. “That means this man gets to be all mine.” With that he grabbed your ass hard with both hands, yanking you so close to him that you could feel his heartbeat reverberating through your chest.

“Fuck, Commanderrrrrr…” you groaned as he squeezed and caressed your ass, every motion sending a drop of precum leaking from your achingly hard cock, staining your standard issue uniform.

“Don’t call me that, don’t call me Commander,” he murmured roughly. “Call me Roci, y/n.”

Roci? You’d never heard anyone but his very closest friends call him that. You tried it out slowly. “Roci…”

His smile was like none you’d ever seen before from him, and it sent chills of want shimmering through you from head to toe.

“Fuck me, Roci!” You finally managed, grinding your hips desperately back and forth on his cock, trying as best you could to be careful of the new stitches but needing him inside you so badly that it hurt.

Wordlessly, Rocinante grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, landing you back-first on the fur rug as he leaned over you, his face flushed, one hand sliding up to caress your cheek.

“Jesus, Roci, be careful—you’re still injured, y’know!”

He glanced down at his leg. “Eh. I’ve fucked people I wanted less with bigger wounds than this one. And besides, you won’t mind if I have to…readjust occasionally, will you?”

Smiling, you shook your head. “Not in the slightest.”

“Good,” he said softly. Leaning down, hand still on your cheek, Roci kissed you with a warmth and tenderness you’d never experienced before. Loving, gentle, sweet.

You knew it was a bad idea, but you couldn’t help but return the kiss—and the absolutely smitten gaze he gave you afterwards.

“Can I take these off?” Rocinante’s big hands were suddenly playing at your belt, and you felt your cock twitch hard at the proximity.

“Yes, jesus, yes,” you arched your hips up to allow him to remove the garment, biting back your moans as the fabric slid over your rock hard cock.

“And the underwear?” He asked, a note of hesitancy in his voice.

Not that he needed to hesitate. You nodded eagerly, hooking your fingers into the waistband of your boxers right along with his and sliding them off, discarding them on the dusty floor. You lay naked on the rug in front of him.

“Fucking hell….” Roci breathed as he stared at your cock. “Please, y/n… please let me touch you…”

You grabbed his hand yourself and moved it to the base of your cock, not breaking eye contact. You couldn’t believe you’d ever denied to yourself that you needed this. Holy shit. You NEEDED this.

Rocinante gripped you gently and slowly began to stroke your member, bowing his head to kiss your hipbones and exposed stomach as he did so. You knew what you were working with was pretty decent—plenty of guys had complimented you on your dick before—but you couldn’t deny that in your Commander’s massive hands it looked positively small.

Not that either of you minded.

The sensation of him gently squeezing your cock as he slid his hand up and down your length was enough to make you physically dizzy. Your head fell back with a moan as he caressed you.

“Please, Rociiiiii….”

When he gently swirled his tongue around the head of your cock, you were finished.

Bucking your hips up, you wailed, gripping the soft fur rug beneath you as your commanding officer took your member into his mouth.

Gently, Roci bobbed his head up and down along your length, sucking it deeply into his mouth, sliding his tongue along the underside. He followed the motions of his mouth with his hand, stroking you, his spit as lubricant. The room was filled with obscene noises as Rocinante positively worshipped you, soft hums of pleasure vibrating against your cock as you covered your mouth and tried not to scream.

He paused a moment and glanced up at you. “This ok?”

Your vision was blurred, your head spinning. You could barely manage to nod your head in response.

“Tell me.”

Your eyes snapped open to see Rocinante smiling at you, the tip of your cock still touching his lips, a twinkle in those red-brown orbs.

“Well, Ensign? How much do you like having my lips wrapped around your cock?”

You moaned in response, unable to form words. This was maybe the hottest thing that had ever happened to you.

Rocinante sat back, the friction of his hands and mouth on your cock suddenly achingly gone. “Tell me, Ensign. That’s an order.”

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. You bucked your hips desperately forward toward him. “God, Roci, it’s so good, it’s so good, fuck, I’ve needed this so long, please don’t stop, please, please…” you were babbling now, anything to get his lips on your dick again.

Finally, Rocinante obliged. Leaning up to kiss you quickly, his mouth led a trail back down your chest and stomach, following your happy trail to your cock. Briefly, he bent deeply and swallowed you completely, sucking you into his mouth hard enough to make you cry out in a mixture of relief and pleasure.

“Roci…” you managed to gasp, tangling your fingers in that soft, wavy golden hair of his. Your lover slid his mouth from your member with a wet pop, catching your gaze for a moment before he trailed his tongue lower. Pushing back your legs slightly, he slid his wet muscle along the seam of your balls, down lower, lower, ghosting across your perineum, and finally flicked it across your hole. Nuzzling his face softly against your inner thigh for a moment, he dove in and began to devour you.

Roci’s tongue moved in eager, hungry circles over your star, lapping at it ravenously, occasionally pushing his tongue inside you just to hear the moans you made when he did it. Softly, continuing to lick and suck at you, he gripped your cock in his hand and gave it several slow, deliberate strokes.

Your balls tightened, and before you even knew what was happening you were cumming, thick spurts of white-hot cum shooting over your stomach, your legs, your commander’s face. He grinned and closed his mouth over the head of your cock, swallowing what he could as you bucked and whined against him.

When you collapsed after several excruciatingly wonderful moments, Roci pressed a soft kiss to your hip bone before climbing back up to gaze at you. Your cum still dripped from his exquisite cheekbone as he smiled, looking down at you with an expression of nothing less than total adoration.

“You ok, y/n?”

Catching your breath, you nodded. “That was incredible.”

“I’m not finished yet, at least not if you don’t want me to be.”

Weakly, you brush your hand against his. “What did you—“ pant, pant. “—have in mind?”

Rocinante took your chin in his hand, enveloping you in a deep kiss. You could taste your own cum on his tongue, enough to make your spent cock twitch again.

“I seem to recall you saying something about wanting me to fuck you?”

You gazed up at him. If the cheeky smile on his face didn’t tell you everything you needed to know, his positively throbbing cock resting on your thigh certainly did. You almost lazily brought your hand to Roci’s cheek, wiping your cum off him with your thumb. He popped the digit into his mouth without breaking eye contact, sucking every last drop of you from your finger with an eagerness rivaling your own.

“Please, Rocinante…”

Releasing your thumb from between his soft lips, your commander leaned down and kissed you deeply, lingeringly. When he broke away, he was smiling.

“Mind lubing me up a bit first?”

Breathlessly, you nodded, your heart skipping a beat as he pushed two of his own fingers slowly into your waiting mouth. You sucked as eagerly as he had moments before, sliding your tongue over the rough pads of his fingers, tasting the salt and leftover gunpowder on his skin.

“Perfect.” Roci smiled as he watched you, slowly removing his fingers, the dim light glinting off a thin stream of saliva that he twirled around his index. “God, everything about you is so beautiful…” he breathed. “I hoped so badly that you felt this way, y/n. That you wanted me the way I want you…”

You felt your face redden as he smiled at you, touching his forehead to yours as his wet fingers trailed lower and lower. Brushing his lips against the tip of your nose, he reached your hole and slowly began to massage around the perimeter, causing a groan to escape you. “Roci, I need you, fuck…”

“My y/n,” your lover smiled, nuzzling his nose lightly against your cheek. As he did so, he slid one big finger slowly inside you. Your back arched against him as he pushed deeper and deeper, then gently added a second. You felt yourself stretching around him, a soft wail escaping your lips as he scissored his fingers inside you, watching your reaction, precum leaking from his big cock onto your leg.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”

“S-so…good…” you barely managed to stammer, too love-drunk to even notice the pet name, bucking your hips against his fingers, trying desperately to fuck yourself on them. God, you didn’t know what this meant or what this was but you didn’t care in the slightest, you needed him so bad…

Roci leaned in and kissed you gently as he slowly began to slide his fingers in and out of you, sending you moaning into his mouth as he finally pushed deep enough to hit that spot (Jesus Christ and how he hit it) far inside you, sending a frankly very un-Marinelike cry from your lips. Your lover twisted his fingers, massaging you, chuckling softly as you writhed, dug your nails into his wrist, begged him with your entire body. More, more, more, please god more…

And then slowly he was withdrawing them, leaving you painfully empty beneath him. “Roci… please don’t stop…”

“Shhh. Relax, Ensign. Gotta take these out before anything else can go in. Although… I might need you to lube up that ‘anything else’ for me a bit as well?”

You were up and on your knees in front of Rocinante in a second, practically drooling as you finally got a good look at your commander’s dick. It was massive, easily 8 inches, and thick—you couldn’t help but worry a bit about how the hell it was going to fit into you. It curved up slightly at the pink tip, oozing drops of precum.

Rocinante noticed your apprehension and blushed. “I know it’s kind of a lot, but we can go slow…”

You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, never taking your eyes off it. “I don’t care what speed we go at as long as I get to have you inside me.”

Rocinante brushed his fingers through your hair. “Let me know if you need to stop, ok?”

You nodded, and slowly licked a long stripe from the base of his dick to the tip. Roci positively shivered, his hand tightening in your hair. “Fuck, y/n…”

Gently, you continued to lick your Commander’s cock, covering it in your saliva, tasting the salt on his skin. When you flicked your tongue up over the pink tip, lapping up the drops of precum leaking from his slit, Rocinante’s hips bucked forward involuntarily, pushing himself into your mouth.

For a moment you sputtered, unprepared for the sudden invasion, and Roci quickly moved to pull back out. But you weren’t about to let that happen. Following his hips, you eagerly took more of him into your mouth, feeling your throat stretch as it filled with him. He was huge, so huge it almost hurt to have him so deep, and you had to fight to control your gag reflex as he gazed down at you, his face flushed.

“Holy fuck, you’re good at this, y/n…”

You smiled as best you could with his cock filling your throat and slowly began to suck him as he had you, coating his dick with your saliva, your own cock already rock hard again just from the feeling of him in your mouth. Bobbing your head, you couldn’t help but moan at the taste of him—a little salty, a little musky, a little sweet. Delicious didn’t even begin to describe it.

You were beginning to find your rhythm now, a slow pattern of in and out, deep but not too deep—but Roci suddenly pulled out, his cock bumping your cheek as you released it. You were almost disappointed—sucking him had been like nothing you’d ever experienced—but that flew out the window when you caught his eye.

“Come sit on my lap, y/n.”

Wordlessly you nodded your head. Your mind was swirling. Holy shit, you really were about to get fucked by your commanding officer. Holy shit, holy fuck…

Roci sat back on the soft fur of the rug and you climbed atop him in the position you were in before—achingly, breathtakingly close. His cock twitched as he pushed it against your soaking wet entrance.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

You could only reach up to kiss him in response.

Slowly, so slowly it made your head spin, Rocinante pushed the head of his cock into your tight hole, both of you groaning in pleasure as it began to slide into you. It was so big, holy fuck, Jesus it was big, and as it stretched you wider and wider you couldn’t help but wince.

Roci paused immediately. “You ok, y/n? We can stop if this is too much…”

“No! No, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, Roci,” you managed to gasp as you adjusted to him, your nails digging into his back as you pressed your face to his muscular chest, needing him like grass needed water, like seabirds needed wind.

Gently, he ran a comforting hand over your back and pushed deeper, helping you to sink down onto his cock until it was sheathed entirely inside you.

“Fuck, Rocinante..” you hissed into his chest as he filled you. Gently, almost experimentally, you raised your hips and slid up and down Roci’s dick once. The sensation was nearly enough to have you cumming again, and Roci himself let out a long, low moan as your muscles clenched tight around him.

“Let me do it, y/n… I promise it’ll feel so good…” your Commander gasped, gripping your hips. Slowly, he began to guide you up and down his cock, brushing that spot inside you again and again. You were vaguely aware of a trail of drool running from the corner of your mouth as Rocinante pumped a little faster into you, and you dug your nails into his back as he held you close.

The two of you were well and truly fucking now, your ass bouncing on his cock as you moaned against his chest, praises and needy begging slipping indiscriminately from your mouth as Roci filled you, hit that wildly sensitive spot over and over, harder and harder, as he made you his.

You managed to briefly look up at your commander, desperate to see that he was enjoying himself as much as you were. Your heart skipped a beat at the way he gazed down at you, his eyes almost wet as he held you, fucked himself in your tight hole.

He was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

“Y/n… holy fuck, y/n…”

Suddenly Rocinante’s thrusts were getting harder, rougher, his grip on your hips getting strong enough to bruise, his breath coming in little gasps.

“Y/n, i’m so close…”

Your own cock was twitching as well, begging for a second release, and you slid one hand from around his waist to jack yourself off hungrily.

“Cum in me, Commander Rocinante,” you begged, staring into his eyes as you stroked your cock, eager to paint his abs white while he filled you.

And with a strangled wail, fill you he did, his cock twitching as it pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum deeply into your hole. The sensation of his seed splashing against your inner walls was enough for you to follow, burying your face against Roci’s pectorals with a long cry as you shot another load onto him.

“Baby, baby, baby, baby…” Rocinante gasped, pulling you so close you almost suffocated against his body as he finished, his hips bucking against yours with a vengeance until finally he collapsed, muscles relaxing. A moment later and you collapsed with him, and Roci lay you both back against the soft brown fur of the rug beneath you.

A moment of silence passed, Roci playing with your hair as he gazed at you, one his arms still around you.

“My y/n,” he finally purred when he caught his breath. “My sweet y/n.”

“I can’t believe we finally did that,” you laugh, nuzzling yourself against him, happier than you could ever remember being.

“I can’t wait to see what the other Ensigns will think when I tell them I have a boyfriend.”

You sat up, an indignant blush creeping up your face. “Boyfriend? Who the fuck said anything about boyfriends?”

Rocinante didn’t flinch. “I mean, I think it’s pretty obvious where this is heading, don’t you?”

“No!” You stood up, wobbling a little on your post-orgasm legs. Jesus, this man is going to crack me open no matter what I do, isn’t he? “Fuck buddies, or friends with benefits maybe, but not boyfriends!”

Roci just laughed, which you found very annoying. “If you say so, y/n.”

“Commander! Y/n!!”

The voice of Ensign Parvati suddenly echoed from outside the window. “Are you guys alive? …We beat back the Torrez pirates! …Hello?”

Rocinante’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, I forgot about the rest of the squadron.” Frantically he looked around, grabbing his shirt and pants, crashing into everything that wasn’t bolted down as he quickly put on his clothes. “Christ, I am such a bad commander…”

It was your turn to laugh as you stood up, grabbing your own clothes. “You’re fine! Parvati said we beat them.”

He turned to smile at you, affixing his Marine cap to his head. “I can’t say I regret getting so distracted, to be honest.”

“Jesus, you’re corny.”

“You love it.”

You couldn’t help but grin back at him as the two of you finished getting dressed, ready to find your squadron and celebrate your victory.

And although he was not your boyfriend, although he did not know you—you would never let him truly know you— although he was simply your commanding officer who happened to turn lover, nothing more and nothing less—as you walked out the door, you pulled him down to you and very gently pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Maybe next time you and Bellemere smoked weed and watched old cartoons, maybe you’d see if he wanted to come along.

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God DAMN do I love writing me some slow burn 😍 This is my first time writing mlm so please let me know if there’s anything I can improve on!

Did I invent an entire island with a fur industry just so I could make my characters fuck on a fur rug? You’ll just have to decide for yourself 😏

I think there’s enough here to warrant a part 2, if anyone wants to hear it. I had a lot of fun playing with the idea of a character trying to grapple alone with their trauma and self esteem and meeting someone as incorrigibly healing as our darling Rocinante. If this gets notes, who knows what could happen…?

Also, shoutout to my real Torrez Diego, I sincerely hope you never read this fic but you’re cool and deserve to have a scary pirate named after you 💚

As always, thanks for reading!

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how to cure a jealous heart

✢ pairing: Marine! Donquixote Rosinante x Reader

✢ characters: Donquixote Rosinante, Donquixote Doflamingo, Smoker, Bellé-mere, Sengoku

✢ contents: NSFW, Jealousy-driven intimacy, Light Bondage, Size Kink, Alcohol & Nicotine Consumption

✢ word count: 7.500

It was a tranquil late summer evening, a soothing breeze whispering across the Marine Headquarters. The sun dipped toward the horizon, casting radiant reflections upon the tranquil waters, providing the perfect backdrop for an intimate after-work celebration shared amongst friends.

The preceding week had been tumultuous, a torrent of fresh bounties flooding in for burgeoning pirates—referred to affectionately by Smoker as "rookie idiots." The deluge of work, tirelessly juggling duties amidst the upper echelons, was enough to weigh heavily upon your shoulders. To mark its conclusion, the fiery-haired captain of Fleet 256, Belle-mere, suggested a modest gathering, a respite for camaraderie and a well-earned toast.

Sinking wearily onto one of the wooden crates repurposed for seating, you allowed a sigh of relief to escape. The robust crash of waves reverberated from the distant coast, harmonizing with the cries of seagulls soaring toward the fiery embrace of the setting sun.

A wistful smile touched your lips as you inhaled the salty air, the azure scarf of your uniform fluttering briefly before settling. "This week has truly been a trial. The serenity of this evening is a gift we've surely earned."

"You speak the truth," chimed Smoker, his expression tinged with both fatigue and annoyance. The young man ignited his cigar with a subtle click, releasing a billowing plume of smoke that danced languidly from his lips, his gaze fixed upon the seemingly endless expanse of the sea.

"Indeed, Smoker. Yet even as we relish this respite, we can't escape the prospect of more challenges," you acknowledged, a wry smile gracing your lips. Fuchsia locks cascaded as Belle-mere brushed them behind her ear, her laughter a buoyant counterpoint to the tensions lurking beneath the surface.

Smoker's irritation simmered just beneath the surface, manifesting in a terse retort. "Captain, we can hardly afford to lower our vigilance. Tsuru herself has forewarned us of a looming influx of these 'idiot rookies' onto our bounty lists."

Belle-mere's laughter persisted, a melodic echo that painted her amusement across her features. "Oh, Smoker, my dear lieutenant, do not let your disposition darken this delightful gathering. Pirates they may be, but our endeavors would lack purpose without these 'idiot rookies.' Let's savor this moment, shall we?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Smoker's disgruntled demeanor, a camaraderie of shared exasperation binding your trio. With a casual wave, you attempted to downplay the workload disparity between you and the exasperated lieutenant, fully aware that the influx of bounties was only part of the equation. The truth simmered beneath the surface, a hidden layer that painted your every interaction with Rosinante with a layer of intrigue and passion.

A seemingly innocent evening of evaluating new pirate wanted posters takes an unexpected turn when your aloof and carefree boyfriend, Donquixote Rosinante, succumbs to jealousy over a particular poster. As tensions rise, revealing his fiercely possessive nature, you find yourself entangled in a passionate and unpredictable rendezvous. Little did you know, the chosen poster would lead to a revelation about Rosinante's estranged brother, Donquixote Doflamingo. Amidst the chaos of burgeoning pirate bounties, your connection with Rosinante deepens into a passionate blaze that neither of you can deny.

You brushed her off with a waving hand, trying not to fall Smoker in hthe back. After all, he had a point. The amount of work you had to do was skyrocketing way above the amount you could handle alone. Though, there was one other reason for this, besides the insane number of new bounties being issued.

“Even if you were right - which you are not - you can’t rely on an honest answer from y/n this time, Belle-mere. After all, she’s working her ass off to comply with Rosinante’s paperwork as well, especially after Monday,” Smoker spoke into his cigar, a smile broadening on his strong features as he seemed to remember that incident.

After all, how could he not know? Hell, you might even guess that Sengoku himself knew about it. Who else could it have been but the clumsy fleet commander Donquixote Rosinante to set his paperwork on fire after lighting himself a cigarette in his office?

You cringed a bit, remembering the horrific scene you walked into. You only wanted to tell your boyfriend that you wanted to finish your shift when you saw him casually smoking near his office window, a flame licking the cotton material of his commander's coat. He didn't realize that the fire had also spread to the fresh paperwork he had just finished.

Luckily, a nearby cadet was carrying a bucket of water, allowing you to extinguish the fire quickly. Though you were relieved that your aloof boyfriend didn't get burned, his paperwork was a case for the trash, resulting in your current paperwork situation.

You didn’t mind this too much, as you were already used to your boyfriend’s clumsy nature. Always having been very efficient and fast working with paperwork, you really were, as Rosinante would say, “his personal angel sent from above.” But this efficiency also came at a cost. That being…

“Ah, let me guess!” Belle-mere clapped her hands cheerfully, pointing her index finger knowingly at you. “You prohibited him from doing his own paperwork after he lit it on fire last time.”

“Yeah, you got me,” you grimaced, feeling a bit embarrassed about being found out.

“Well, that’s Rosinante and y/n for you,” Smoker affirmed with crossed arms in front of his chest, puffing his cigar once again. “This guy can be so lucky that you cover up his slip-ups all the time. If I didn't know that he’s a beast on the battlefield, I would really wonder how he made it to fleet commander at such a young age.”

You chuckled at Smoker's comment. After all, you didn't believe it yourself when you first met him, as he tripped over his own feet while introducing himself as your new supervisor.

At first, you thought his general clumsiness was a crude joke or the admirals themselves testing your patience. But with time, his casual slip-ups became routine. Working around and with them became like second nature to you, even allowing you to predict some of them by a hunch, saving Rosinante and you a lot of headaches.

“Yeah, but I guess that’s his charming point, right y/n?” Your train of thought was interrupted by Belle-mere smirking at you. The young captain spoke with certainty in her voice, a knowing smile on her lips. It was her, after all, that you had first confided in about your feelings for the tall fleet commander. Not wanting to damage your professional relationship as his lieutenant, you had desperately asked her for advice.

“Well, it’s not only that, but you have a point there.” Slightly embarrassed, you crossed your legs and coyly scratched your cheek. Smoker rolled his eyes. You and Belle-mere knew that it was more of a facade than any mean-spirited intention on his part.

It was Smoker, after all, who told you to just “get on with it and tell Rosinante your feelings,” because “he surely feels something for you.” He casually dropped the fact that the fleet commander had supposedly confided in him as well.

“Speaking of which…” Smoker looked toward the entrance of the tower you were resting on. “Where in the devil's name is that guy? I thought he wanted to celebrate with us. It’s late, even for him!” His cool gaze focused on the watch on his left arm.

“Probably held up by Sengoku again,” you mused, one of your hands playing with some strands of hair as your thoughts drifted.

“Though he said he wouldn't mind if we started our little party without him, so I guess…” you began, but were cut off by a grinning Belle-mere, suddenly springing up from the box she was sitting on and holding a big bottle of wine victoriously toward the sky. “Then let’s get this party started!”

And with that, a big plop resounded near you, the red-haired marine shooting the cork of the bottle high into the sky. While Smoker just sighed in defeat, he distributed some glasses he had taken from the kitchen among your group.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds, and the red luscious liquid was filling your glasses, the sweet smell of wine intruding your nose even from a distance.

“Cheers to us, for living through this hellish week!” Smoker proclaimed, raising his glass. You and Belle-mere quickly followed suit, clinking your glasses together in the midst of your small group.

This would be a good evening; you could just feel it!

"So, how's everything up on cloud nine?" Belle-mere refilled her glass, her curiosity evident in her gaze. You were just one round into your small after-work celebration when the red-haired marine posed the sudden question. Meanwhile, Smoker was engrossed in trying to light a new cigar with a nearly empty lighter.

"You're way too nosy, Belle-mere!" you sighed, taking another sip of wine. "One day, that nosiness of yours is going to get you in trouble."

Chuckling, you set your beverage on the wooden surface beside you. "Hey, I'm just curious to know if my matchmaking efforts have borne fruit, you know? It was Smoker and me who helped you and Rosinante get your act together, remember?"

With that, she produced her own lighter from her captain's coat, lit a cigarette for herself, and then tossed the lighter to Smoker, clearly exasperated by his struggles to light his cigar. "Here, catch."

"Thanks. I thought I'd have to fetch a new one from my cabin," the white-haired man said, catching the lighter and putting it to use. He let out a contented sigh as he took the first drag from his freshly lit cigar.

You shook your head thoughtfully, wondering how you had ended up surrounded by so many nicotine enthusiasts, before turning your attention to Belle-mere's question. "Nothing much has changed, really. Just the usual, you know."

"Hmm. Somehow, I find that hard to believe," the woman to your left remarked, taking another sip of her drink. A mischievous grin appeared on her face moments later.

Oh no, what's she up to now? You thought, a sinking feeling settling in.

"Or perhaps that's exactly the case?" She raised an eyebrow and giggled. "Hey, Smoker! Do you think Rosinante is as clumsy in bed as he is on duty?"

"Belle-mere!" Smoker's alarmed expression turned even redder, and you couldn't quite tell whether it was due to the alcohol or embarrassment.

"I just want to make sure she's not left disappointed, you know? With that Silence Silence Fruit of his, it must be hard to tell what's happening!" Belle-mere exclaimed, causing Smoker's embarrassment to deepen. He muttered an embarrassed "Could you cut it out?"

You, on the other hand, let out a resigned sigh, bringing a hand to your forehead. You knew all too well that Belle-mere had a tendency to be overly intrusive at times.

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way. He's a bit clumsy, yes, but it usually doesn't get in the way," you responded, your cheeks warming at the memory of your recent intimate moments with Rosinante. While his clumsiness did manifest even in those moments, it often led to playful domination and teasing between you two.

"That makes me wonder about the logistics, though..." Belle-mere continued with a mischievous grin. "I mean, Rosinante is pretty tall... Even for a grown man, he must be..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Smoker intervened. "Can we please change the subject?"

Clearly annoyed, Smoker pinched the bridge of his nose, urging Belle-mere to rein in her questions. You, however, couldn't help but laugh at the situation, silently thanking Smoker for interrupting Belle-mere's probing.

"How about you come up with a new topic, then?" Belle-mere challenged him, her grin undeterred. Smoker surprised her by pulling a collection of papers from his hunter's jacket.

"What's this?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued as Smoker tossed the bundle onto the wooden box that served as your makeshift table.

"Oh! Would you look at that." Belle-mere exclaimed, taking a few of the brown papers in her hand and examining them closely. "Wanted posters!" Excited, you also peered at the papers, scanning them with great interest.

"And they're new ones, too." Smoker took a deep drag from his cigar, letting it rest in the corner of his mouth before balancing it between his index and middle finger, allowing gray smoke to waft from the tip. "No wonder we're swamped with work lately. The number of rookies popping up is no joke, and the bounties are nothing to scoff at either, especially in the New World."

"Ohhoo!" Belle-mere let out a hearty chuckle as she plucked one poster from the stack she held. "Well, well, well. What do we have here!" She turned the wanted poster toward your group, her slender finger pointing to it. "Now that's an attractive one."

You examined the image closely, revealing a portrait of a young, dark-skinned woman with sly green eyes and black wavy hair. She was dressed in a white ribbon blouse and long black pants, holding a short dagger defensively in her hand.

"And?" Smoker raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "She's just a small fry. What's so special about her? Her bounty won't even buy you enough cigarettes for a month."

Belle-mere rolled her eyes and took another drag from her cigarette. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh at Smoker's reaction. Despite his tough exterior, he could be quite dense at times. "What?" he snapped, clearly irritated by your laughter.

"I mean as a crush, Smoker," Belle-mere explained, tapping the wanted poster of the tanned pirate again. "A real looker, don't you think, Smoker?" She grinned, fully aware that this would make Smoker blush to the tips of his ears once more.

"Dammit, Belle-mere!" he hissed, his cigar nearly slipping from his mouth due to embarrassment. "You're impossible, Lieutenant!" she chuckled, her cheeks flushed from the effects of alcohol, which seemed to be loosening her up even more than usual.

"I'm not!" he declared defensively, taking an annoyed sip of his wine.

"Oh, you definitely are!" she retorted, causing you to burst into even more laughter.

"I'm not!" he insisted once more. "Then prove it." A charged silence followed Belle-mere's challenge. Only the cries of seagulls and your laughter filled the air.

Amused gray eyes locked onto irritated brown ones before Smoker delved back into the stack of wanted posters. Grumbling in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, he rifled through the pages before finally selecting one and thrusting it toward Belle-mere. "Satisfied?"

"For real now?!" Belle-mere burst into genuine laughter. "Nico Olivia? Smoker, she's like ten years older than you."

"Oh, quit it, Belle-mere! I'm not playing along with your antics." With arms crossed, Smoker averted his gaze from Belle-mere, directing his attention toward you. "And what about you?" He gestured toward the posters.

"Me?" you looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, who would you go for? And don't give me that 'But I have Rosinante' excuse. It's a hypothetical game, and we all know he couldn't care less about it." Smoker explained, raising his voice a bit on the "But I have Rosinante" part, mimicking your tone.

"Oh, now it's getting interesting." Belle-mere stubbed her cigarette on the ground, her curiosity now fully focused on you. However, her attention soon shifted to someone behind you, and she waved her hand in greeting.

"Hello there. Looks like I just missed out. Sorry about that!" A deep, resonant voice cut through the conversation, announcing the arrival of your boyfriend and the fleet commander of the Marine headquarters, Donquixote Rosinante himself.

"Rosi!" A bright smile spread across your face as you turned around to greet the tall man making his way toward your group. Still donning his fleet commander uniform, his white cloak draped over broad shoulders swayed gently in the evening breeze, framing his figure elegantly.

The last rays of sunlight illuminated his golden hair and strong features beautifully. With joy at his arrival, you stood up and welcomed your tall lover with a hug. He tenderly brushed aside your hair, revealing your forehead for a soft kiss.

"Hello, love," he murmured, his affectionate dark red eyes meeting your own, contrasting vividly against the marine blue dress shirt he wore under his coat. Giggling in return, you led him to join your small gathering, settling beside him on another wooden box.

"Hi, Rosinante! Took you long enough!" Belle-mere greeted him with an amused grin. Smoker, on the other hand, simply nodded in acknowledgment before taking another puff from his cigar. "My apologies. The meeting with Sengoku ran longer than anticipated," Rosinante replied, pulling a cigarette from his coat and igniting it with a metal lighter.

The one you had gifted him for his birthday, you noted to yourself, pleased that Rosinante used it almost ritualistically whenever he took a smoke.

"So, what's the topic of discussion?" Rosinante inquired with interest, looking around the group with a smile. "Well, you see... we were just wrapping up this little game!" Belle-mere answered, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh, really? The famous wanted poster game everyone's been talking about?" he chuckled knowingly.

"Huh?" Belle-mere appeared incredulous. "Even Sengoku knows about this, you know. Be careful playing this game with the new cadets. They gossip quite a bit," Rosinante grinned, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Caught the young captain's sighs, earning a hearty laugh from Smoker. "Serves you right!"

"So, who did you choose?" Rosinante's eyes turned to you with interest, clearly uninterested in the game but curious about your answer.

"Well, actually, it was just my turn. But now that you're here, you could tell us about your meeting with Sengoku!" you suggested, wanting to shift the focus away from the game and onto a more comfortable topic for your boyfriend. You knew he didn't care about the game, and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

"Ah, don't mind me." Rosinante waved off your suggestion, taking another drag from his cigarette. "The old man just gave me a lecture about the incident on Monday after he saw the burn marks in my office." He scratched the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, before encouraging you to continue with a smile. "Besides, I don't think these two will let you off the hook."

He gestured towards Smoker and Belle-mere, who were looking at you expectantly. Belle-mere was already pushing the stack of wanted posters into your hand, while Smoker declared loudly, "Nice try, y/n, but you won't get out of this."

With a defeated sigh, you hesitated for a moment, looking reassuringly at Rosinante, who grinned back at you. Finally, you took the wanted posters from Belle-mere. Slowly, you examined the pages until...

"You're not buying new furniture, y/n. Choose one. Now." Smoker's abrupt comment snapped you out of your contemplation. Clearly, Belle-mere's teasing about him being a prude had affected his ego, or maybe he just wanted to bring an end to the silly game. Understandably so.

"Sure, just give me a sec! I mean, there are a lot of new wanted..." You stopped mid-sentence, utterly speechless as you laid your eyes on him. You had to look at the poster again, closely studying the man's features portrayed in front of you. Belle-mere and Smoker exchanged knowing glances, while Rosinante gazed at the horizon, lost in the enjoyment of his cigarette.

The man had light, slicked-back blond hair, and his lean, muscular body with tan skin caught your attention. Two earrings adorned his ears, and he grinned at you with a mischievous smile. His flamboyant clothing and a gaudy pink feather coat over his shoulders gave him a rather eccentric appearance.

"Hmm, cat got your tongue?" Belle-mere leaned in closer, studying the poster in your hands. She appeared momentarily stunned before snatching the poster away and thrusting it into Smoker's face, who accepted it with a hint of annoyance. "Ugh, what's your deal, Belle-mere?"

Smoker burst into shamelessly amused laughter almost instantly, the sound deep and rich from his smoke-affected throat. "You're joking, right?" He slapped his knee, turning his amused gaze to you, while Belle-mere wiped away a tear of laughter from her eye. "Told you, Smoker, our y/n always has a good sense of humor!"

"What do you mean?" you responded, feeling a bit embarrassed by their reaction. "I mean, yeah, the coat is way too tacky, but he looks good..." you mumbled under your breath, looking away from your friends.

Belle-mere chuckled, appearing to confide in your boyfriend about your choice. However, before she could continue, you interrupted with determination, "That's not a joke!"

You snatched the poster back from Belle-mere, pointing at the man's image once more and beginning to defend your choice. "I know the pink feather coat is tacky, but objectively speaking, he looks good—"

Your sentence was abruptly cut short as you felt Rosinante tense up beside you. His gaze darkened, and he tried to grab the poster from your hand, but his attempt went awry, causing him to fall backward over the wooden box he had been seated on.

A loud crash filled the air as he landed on his back, and despite their best efforts, Belle-mere and Smoker couldn't contain their laughter, which was amplified by the alcohol in their systems.

You rushed to Rosinante's side, helping him stand up and brushing dirt off his white dress pants. He sulked slightly before patting your hand and murmuring a quiet "Thank you." His eyes briefly glanced at the wanted poster on the table before he suddenly excused himself, claiming that he had left his office door open. With swift motions, he turned on his heels and left the tower.

You stood there, dumbfounded, as your friends were also left speechless by the commander's abrupt departure. Smoker broke the silence, looking at you knowingly. "Well, that was to be expected. Somehow."

"What do you mean?" you asked, utterly bewildered.

"Didn't you think he would react like this? You, gushing over his brother, I mean."

"His what now?" Your mouth hung open, and you looked even more stunned than before.

"His brother, dumbass," Smoker replied, puffing on his cigar and fixing you with a deadpan stare. "The yaksha of Dressrosa, Donquixote Doflamingo."

It felt as if your soul was leaving your body in that moment. The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks. You knew that the dethronement of the Tyrant King Riku, the former ruler of Dressrosa, had been a brutal and bloody affair, but you could never have imagined that the man depicted on the wanted poster was the liberator in the midst of that chaos and, shockingly, Rosinante's own brother.

For a brief second, Smoker observed your stunned silence, then he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated huff. "Please don't tell me you didn't know... My god, you two really are a bunch of idiots."

"H-How should I know? He never told me he had a brother. I only knew he got adopted by Sengoku. We never discussed much about his childhood," you retorted, irritation lacing your voice.

"Then fix this. Now." Smoker's tone was firm, and he gestured for you to go after the fleet commander.

Without wasting any time, you turned on your heels and left the two marines behind, rushing after Rosinante as fast as you could. His tall figure had already given him a head start, but you were determined to catch up. As you hurried towards his room, you silently prayed that this misunderstanding could be cleared up quickly. Little did you know, your innocent comment had triggered a storm of emotions within the fleet commander, and you were about to confront a truth that would shake the foundation of your relationship.

You rushed down the stairs of the west building of the Marine Headquarters, heading towards the commanders' sleeping quarters, hoping to find Rosinante there. However, your hope was dashed when you knocked on his door and realized it was locked. "The office," you thought to yourself, deciding to check there instead. As you made your way through the clean, white corridors of the headquarters, you mentally prepared for the conversation that was about to unfold.

Arriving at his office, you cleared your throat and reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked as well. Confused, you turned away from the door, contemplating where else Rosinante could have gone. Just as you were about to consider your options, the door suddenly clicked open behind you. Startled, you turned around to see the door swing open, and a pair of strong hands pulled you inside before closing the door behind you.

You gasped in surprise as you were pressed against a tall, looming figure from behind. The familiar scents of cotton and tobacco enveloped you, confirming that it was indeed your lover, Rosinante. Nervously, you attempted to turn around to face him, but his firm grip prevented you from moving.

"I'm sorry, love. I never told you, right? About my rogue brother…" Rosinante's voice was deep and filled with a mix of emotions. You gulped, feeling a rush of emotions yourself.

"N-No, but—" you started, only to be interrupted as his arms tightened around you.

"I should have known this would catch up to clumsy old me someday… But this is the worst way possible," he chuckled bitterly, his breath brushing against your neck.

"Rosi, I'm so sorry," you whispered, your fingers gently tracing over his hands, which were marked with small scars from battles he had fought.

"You're not at fault here… I should have told you sooner about all of this," he sighed, his tone heavy. He leaned a bit closer to you, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to compensate for the height difference between you. "Guess you really have a type, huh?"

"Rosi!" Your irritation bubbled up, but it quickly dissipated as you saw the troubled expression on his face. Concerned, you turned toward him, still held in his embrace. An unexpected thought crossed your mind, and you blurted it out without thinking, "Are you jealous, Rosi?"

His reaction was instantaneous, and he shifted uncomfortably, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. He avoided your gaze, his blonde locks partially obscuring his eyes. "Rosi?!" you urged, your hands resting on his chest as you waited for an answer. The silence spoke volumes.

Finally, after a tense moment, he spoke, his grip on you tightening. "And what if?"

You sighed, your fingers curling around his black necktie as you gently pulled his head closer to yours. A soft smile graced your lips, and you tenderly cupped his jaw, your eyes widening as you whispered to him, "Then I'm going to prove to you that there's no need to be jealous of that tacky flamingo. Tonight, I'm all yours, fleet commander."

His resolve seemed to solidify at your words, and he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over to his desk. You opened your mouth to warn him about his paperwork, but it was too late – he had already cleared the surface and set you down, caging you between his towering form.

"Hope you're sure about this, love. Because I don't intend to use my Devil Fruit. By the end of this, I want the entire headquarters to know that you're mine," he declared, his hands starting to explore your body as his lips found yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. It was a passionate embrace, a declaration of his love and possessiveness, and as your worlds collided, you knew that tonight would be a night neither of you would ever forget.

It doesn´t take long for both of you to free yourself from the clothing obscuring the way to each other’s more sensitive parts. Rosinantes commander coat has been thrown on the floor, the blue dress shirt he wore underneath slid off his scarred torso to make room for you´re hungry hands, roaming his defined muscles. You´re on the other hand have been completely stripped of your lieutenant uniform, residing on the fleet commanders’ desk only in your panties.

Big, calloused hands stroke along your curves, taking in every inch of your beautiful body. You gasp when the tall blond man grips your thighs, catching you in a heated kiss, tongues intertwining, dancing for dominance over each other, a game you two fought with great pleasure.

Due to his clumsiness, you usually led Rosinante and yourself through sex, especially after he nearly crushed you under him this one time, losing his hold on the bed head, trying to balance himself out while fucking you senseless. But this time was different, because even though it was a passion of yours to get atop of Rosinante and dominate the fuck out of him, this night you wanted to give yourself fully to the gentle giant, able to roam over your body as he desired.

It´s for this sole reason, you slowly retreat your own tongue, making more room for Rosinantes. It doesn´t even take him a second to slip between your lips, dominating the kiss passionately. A loud gasp escapes you in between, him groaning appreciatively in response, as he wraps his arms around your form, holding your two bodies close.

Soft small hands glide over his chest, appreciating every corner of his upper body, stopping at the commanders’ pink nipples, stroking carefully over them, before giving one of them an experimental tug. A content moan escapes from Rosinantes lips, breaking off the kiss due to the immense pleasure. With flushed red cheeks he looks at you, brows furrowed, all the while biting his lip.

You soak in the gaze offered to you, incredibly turned on by Rosinante’s reaction. “That´s no fair, love. You said you´d give all of yourself to me tonight. If you don’t behave, I´ll need to do something about that, you know?” He huffs, grabbing your hands and pushing them over your head, holding them over your head. You chuckle at that, suddenly gasping out in arousal when he bites into your neck, long tongue dragging along your neck and peppering it with kisses.

You groaned loudly. Even though you were a bit unused to the way of submission, you couldn´t deny the fact that Rosinante did a good job in getting you riled up like this. And apparently himself too, concerning the growing bulge in his pants, pressing itself hotly to your upper thigh.

Hands obscured by Rosinantes firm grip on them, you wrap your legs around his hip, pressing his hard one firmly to your core, the friction between you two making you and your lover gasping in union, heat pooling in between your legs. In response to your assault, Rosinante grinds himself further against you, kissing you once more heatedly on the lips before leaving your hands all of a sudden to open his black leather belt.

Just as you wanted to move your hands to his abdomen, helping Rosinante in the process of getting rid of his definitely way too tight pants, the blonde catches your hands again, wrapping the black leather quickly around them and pushing them gently back over your head. “R-Rosi?!” you yelp, surprised at the foreign restraints.

“Hush now. Told you I´ll bring out some bigger guns if you continue trying to switch with me. Just tell me when it gets too much, kay, love?” he grins cheekily at you showing some of his straight teeth, a small blush residing on his skin, the use of restraints on you being a first from him, though definitely not the other way around.

Demandingly, Rosinantes long fingers glide from your chest over your belly, circling your hips before slipping them between your thighs. Experimentally, he dips one of his fingers inside your wet cunt, making you moan his name in reaction.

“A bit eager, aren´t we?” he chuckles, a sly smile spreading on his lips. “Tell me, did the thought of fucking my brother make you so riled up?”

“R-Rosi!” you look horrified at him. “What? If I´m wrong you could just correct me, you know, love?” he growls deeply, one hand digging carefully into your plush thighs, “Or maybe one guy is just not enough for you pretty little thing?” he muses again, one finger curling deliciously inside you “That´s not true!” you cry out, heavily embarrassed by Rosinantes sudden dirty talk. “Then tell me.” Red eyes lock with your own e/c ones, flushing uncontrollably as he whispers to you demandingly, “Tell me that you only need me, my sweet little lieutenant.”

“Of course, I just want you! It´s always been you. Only you Rosi!” you plead with him, squirming under his touch, the black leather belt pressing your wrists still flush over your head. “A content hum erupts from him, a second finger soon joining his first inside you, slowly loosing you up for himself.

You moan with pleasure, the marine’s name spilling from your lips, as he fingerfucks you on his big wooden desk. “Look at you, love, so happily bouncing on my fingers. Can´t wait to fill you up.” He whispers into your ear, tongue lolling out of his mouth, slowly licking the shell of your ear. You gasp in surprise, the sensations making your mind hazier by the second.

“Feels so good, Rosi….Want you inside me” you mumble under hitched breath, hips rocking steadily against his fingers. “Sorry love, but we need to loosen you up some more. Don'twant you to get hurt, kay?” the blonde purrs, a third finger entering you painfully slowly. “T-Then at least let me cum!” you pant, the delicious stretch of your boyfriends’ fingers making the heat in your core nearly unbearable.

“As you wish, love.” And with that he plants a kiss on your forehead, applying some pressure on your clit with another digit, massaging it skillfully. Cries of pleasure erupt from your throat, as the pressure in your core reaches a new high, the stretch inside you feeling oh so deliciously and finally reaching it´s peak when Rosinante asks you with his deep baritone voice “Think you can cum for me, love?”.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crushing you underneath it, making you gasp for air while wetness pools from your core, drenching Rosinantes fingers with your juices.

“Oh? Is that all for me? How sweet of you.” He nudges his nose to yours, a loving smile on his lips, as he pulls his fingers out of you. Normally the wet noise of his fingers leaving your plush folds would have made you cringe, if your concentration wouldn´t be on Rosinante who licked his slick coated fingers deliciously, savoring the taste of your sweet release with his tongue. “You taste so good, y/n. Really wouldn´t mind getting more of this.” The fleet commander looked at you longingly, the obvious bulge in his pants twitching at the thought of tasting you some more. “But under the circumstances of tonight, this will have to wait until next time.”

And with that, your tall lover slowly glides his hands along the rim of his pants, not breaking eye contact with you all the while freeing his member from its suffocating prison, a relived sigh escaping his lips as it springs free from its constraints. A small moan leaves your mouth, as your gaze drifts down to his stupidly big dick, pink tip glistening angrily at you with pre-cum. Even though you were already used to this view and definitely not dumbfounded as you were at your first time with Rosinante, it was always a bit surprising, seeing him in all his glory.

“Cat got your tongue this time as well?” With a knowing smile, he positions himself near your entrance, chuckling over your reaction. “It´s not my fault you have this stupidly big dick, Rosi!” you reply bratty, opening your legs complyingly for him.

Gently he palms your cheek, “Are you ready?” With a needy “yes” you press yourself against his tip, your wet fold greeting his leaking tip greedily as he pushes himself carefully inside you.

“A-Ah! Fuck!” you mewl loudly, his dick stretching you out as you should´ve expected. “God….y/n, your so wet, love.” Rosinantes breath hitches, as he buries himself deeper inside you, checks flushed from the way your wall clench around him. “G-Go on! Please!” you groan desperately, rocking your hips against those of your lovers. You as well as him knew that you could never take him whole without hurting yourself in the process, nevertheless that didn´t stop you from urging him to fill you as much as you could stomach, loving the way he felt oh so deep inside you.

“You´re really trying to kill me here, love” A deep groan escapes the blonde, sheeted deeply inside you, walls clenching snug around him. With a firm grip on your hips, he pulls himself out of you, before entering you torturing slowly again, trying for a few experimental thrusts before setting for a slow steady pace inside you, that makes your toes curl deliciously, while your wrist fight against uselessly against your restraints.

“F-Faster and Harder Rosi!” you gasp wantonly, your lover responding immediately to you, picking up his pace, while holding you in place, his dick pounding your wet cunt relentlessly. “You´re awfully desperate today, love.” Rosinante huffs with a smile, sheeting himself a bit out of you before angling one of your legs a bit into the air.

“I wouldn´t if you hadn´t riled me up so much.” you retort back, crying out in pleasure when the blonde sheets himself back inside you, penetrating an especially sensitive spot. “Well, then I hope you are prepared for what you´re asking, because I don´t intend on stopping now.” And with that, Rosinante starts to pound your desperate cunt at an insane speed, fucking you senseless into his work desk.

“Y-You take me so well, y/n…” Rosinantes baritione voice resounds near your ears, as he lays his torso a bit more over you, applying more pressure on your abdomen, his only answer being a bunch of mewled out versions of his name, before you can huff out a desperate “Belt!”, making him stop for a brief second unhooking your restraints from tired wrists. Carefully, he kisses each of them, before draping your arms over his broad shoulders and telling you to hold tightly onto him.

A moment later you´re hoisted up into the air, clinging onto the firm scarred muscles of your lover, while his hands firmly grip your thighs from underneath, raising you a bit more into the air with his strong forearms before plunging his massive cock back inside you, hitting you´re cervix with each new thrust. You cry out in pleasure at the new angle, nails digging into his scarred neck, as his tip penetrates deep inside you.

“Oh, god, don´t stop Rosi. Don´t you dare stop!” you cuss at him. “Didn´t plan to.” He retorts, full concentration on gripping you tightly, as not to hurt you accidentally. Burrowing his head inside your neck, he inhales your scents, the pheromones you release making his mind go even more hazy. “You like it when I fuck you like this, love?” he clenches his teeth, his release seemingly close. “Love it!” you reply shakily, close to your second orgasm this night.

At this, Rosinante bites sweetly into the nape of your neck, definitely leaving a hickey there, but right now you couldn´t care less. That would be a problem for later. At this moment, you just wanted to cum on your boyfriend’s dick, milking him dry of his own sweet release. “I´m so close…” you gasp at an especially rough thrust on your boyfriend’s site, nails digging deep into his back, as you clench tightly around him.

“Just let loose, love. Wanna feel you cum on me.” It doesn´t cost more than those sweet words of your lover and Rosinante rutting himself deep inside you, to bring you over the edge, making you see stars for the second time of the night.

Your orgasm hits you hard, and Rosinantes follows swiftly, as you´re walls contract around his cock, milking him dry of his own release the only sound being the groans of you and your lover, rasping each other’s name, sweaty bodies gluing to each other, as you come down from your highs.

With a soft kiss, Rosinante hives you back onto the ground, carefully not to hurt you as he helps you stand on your wobbly legs, getting dressed, before putting his uniform back on himself. Gentle fingers comb your h/c locks, as he pulls you into a warm embrace, whispering to you „I love you so much y/n.”

You reply with a tired smile. “I love you too, my Corazon!” you grin at him, nuzzling yourself more into his chest sleepily. The tall man blushes at the new nickname, grinning happily only a brief moment later as he hoisted you up to carry you to your room, absolutely loving how it sounds from your lips.

As he exited his office, a small smile resigna on his lips.

Corazon, huh?

He could get used to that.

But before that, he would tell you everything about his past. This time from start to finish.

And as much as the thought of reliving his repressed memories with Doffy already pained him deep inside his heart, he knew that you were the right person to share them with.

After all, you already cured his jealous heart.

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Yo ! How are you doing ? :)

As an ADHD girl, I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Corazon, law and Luffy with a female SO who has ADHD (inattentive type) ?

To help you with it (especially if you are not familiar with it) my symptoms are :

-forgetting and loosing things constantly

-being overwhelmed when there's is too much things happening (especially at work), like multiple people talking close to me ect, If someone talks to me and there's someone else speaking loudly or close to me I won't be able to filter anything that's being said to me and I'll lag haha

- when I'm sitting I'm either constantly moving (fidgeting, scratching my skin all the time, looking around...) Or I'll look super calm and absent, zoning out completely and working on autopilot and just daydream constantly or planning stuff in my head

- I often get distracted during conversations, I think about something else and I'll miss half of what they were talking about. I'm either going to bid my head and deal with the little infos I got or ask "what is happening? What did you say?" Even though I was there looking at my friends the whole time and when they don't respond and move on I feel isolated :( I have two people close to me that often asks me if I understood everything and I often say no and they repeat, it helps me (but I know it's annoying to do so I don't expect it)

-I will often not look in someone's eyes when they are talking to me but looking around or let my eyes get lost in the void. I'm listening (if the conversation is short) and responding but idk why I won't look at you

- I actually harm myself fidgeting when I walk and scratch my leg with my shoes (I can't help it) and it gives me scares and I bleed :( (I'll try fidget toys and see if I can get over this)

-im so bad with time I constantly am paranoid of being late so I'm always one or two hours early at meetings because if I'm not too early I'm late, there's no I'm between (when I'm with my friends they must tell me to chill and that we will be on time if I follow their rythm and it helps)

-im afraid I'm being too obnoxious and childish sometimes :( so I often apologizes when I'm happy, (but recently I've been told I shouldn't because it's funny and it's nice to have some positive) example when I'm outside with people : "OH this is so pretty!", "It's so beautiful!", "Look at that tree ! So beautiful!!!" Every 10 seconds, jumping around ect. BUT with people I don't feel comfortable with or not enough I undereact to hide how easily excited I am to the point people think I'm not interested

I hope this helped! Thanks 😊

Hey! I'm doing well for a Sunday lol. Thanks for sending in your request. As someone who struggles with ADHD I totally related to your symptoms lol. I constantly lose track of my belongings, and have the worst time management ever. I have like 100 alarms on my phone and somehow manage to snooze them all. It's a problem. I know. Anyway, I wrote a few drabbles for you for this cute little headcanon. I hope you enjoy!

Corazon

eyes that (don’t) commit

He hadn’t noticed at first. It was a truth he’d be too ashamed to admit. He hadn’t noticed the way your eyes always flit from spot to spot–quick as a butterfly, your attention always split in between worlds. He hadn’t noticed the way you always responded a beat or two too slow, or the way you’d repeat his last words like a parrot–a cute one–as if that would help jog your memory; or perhaps you were stalling, trying to buy time.

He never really understood why; truthfully he didn’t see a reason for it.

You were you, and that was fine. You laughed at his jokes, and had once, very boldly, with your whole chest made fun of his laugh only to confess very quickly that you loved it too; loved how it made you laugh, and what more could Cora ask for?

Your laughter followed his own wherever it went. It didn't matter if your eyes didn’t. He knew your heart was with his.

Law

where focus goes energy flows

At first, it irritated him. You were unable to follow through for lengthy conversations. He’d be staring at a book, expecting you to understand his instructions. When he’d look up, you’d be staring blankly, a little smile on your lips.

It was both infuriating, and endearing.

You always seemed embarrassed after, deeply apologetic. You’d say the word over and over and over, like it would ease his heart. A ‘sorry’ did nothing for him. The expression on your face, the pained look behind your eyes was infinitely more worrisome than any bit of conversation that you had missed.

How many before him had failed to understand you? How many had turned your heart away because they lacked a certain kind of tolerance? He couldn’t tolerate the mere idea of it.

The day it finally clicked, he found you in a corner of the Polar Tang, as if you were trying to remember where you were headed. He chuckled beside himself, and gathered you in his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“I really hate it when you say: huh,” he could hear your voice now, see you blinking. It made the corner of his mouth twitch. “But it’s okay. You can keep saying it as many times as you need.”

Luffy

what a plot twist you were

The Sunny could be so loud sometimes; in so many ways. You could handle the chaos most of the time. You thrived in it, almost, the way there were always so many conversations going on at once. It did; however, become inconvenient when you were trying to pay attention to your boyfriend.

You were both sitting on the head of the Sunny, ocean vast and wide ahead of you. You knew you had been observing the rippling water, the way the waves became white and foamy as the ship sailed on. Then what had happened? You’re not sure.

It’s Luffy’s pinger poking your cheek that brings you back. You turn your head slowly to look at him, eyes wide, head empty. He smiles widely at you, a small wheezy laugh shaking his shoulders.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks brightly, eyes crinkling at the corners. You return his smile. This is what you loved about Luffy; this and many things. The easy way he made you feel like you belonged, right there next to him. No judgment. No pretenses.

“I don’t have any. Do I still get a penny?” you ask him. Luffy’s chuckles become softer, a little mischievous. His eyes narrow slightly, as he wrinkles his nose.

“How about a kiss?” he says and he leans to capture your lips with his.

#fic request #one piece headcanons #one piece hcs #donquixote rocinante #corazon x reader #corazon x you #one piece corazon #law x y/n #law x reader #law x you #one piece law #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #one piece luffy #one piece fluff #luffy fluff #law fluff

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