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Rosinante Donquixote NSFW Headcannons Pt. i
Rosinante Donquixote NSFW Headcannons Pt. ii
Rosinante Donquixote Making out Headcannons | NSFWish
Trying to finish a paper right now. I’m either going to work on Law’s birthday post or Kinktober but I think I want to prioritize Law. I’m sorry to everyone who was looking forward to Day 7 tonight
I'm sorry if the conclusion to this day feels rushed or less fleshed out compared to other days, I'm scrambling to work on Law's birthday special which is going to end up being belated anyways, but I hope you all enjoy regardless.
CW: AFAB! Reader, Uniform Kink, Spit as lube
Word Count: 1.2k
Your day had been incredibly stressful. Between being short staffed due to that cold floating around Marineford, and the slew of marines who recently came back from some island full of lions, you were all over the place. Of course, caretaking was your job after all, but you were much more used to having a handful of your fellow nurses running past you to keep you company.
So that’s how you found yourself slaving over the coffee machine with one of the doctors in the evening, still supervising the patients you had checked in before the sun came up. Unfortunately one of the wonderful benefits of working for the Marines meant no overtime pay, so you were itching to fall into bed the second you could.
After what seemed like years worth of smiles and soft assurances to worried faces, you were finally let free. You practically pranced to your small apartment, a little too excited to get to feel the softness of your blanket again.
When you walked in, you didn’t even check the fridge, your stomach didn’t even want food after all that. You were far too tired to think about leftovers. The door to your bedroom called to you like the siren would seduce the sailor with her sultry song.
Pushing open the door you collapsed onto the bed, uncaring for stripping your work clothes off prior, allowing your eyes to rest and mind to be taken away to dream land. Except that never happened.
Your body ached with the soreness that only a sixteen hour work shift with a skeleton crew could offer, and yet you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Inspecting your body closer you noticed that your hand was shaking from how much caffeine you had ingested in the last stretch of your work hour. You had half a mind to panic, desperate for sleep and relaxation after such a hard day.
However you weren’t all out of ideas. A quick orgasm usually made you sleepy afterwards, so it was worth the shot. You haven’t masturbated in what felt like forever, not since your boyfriend, but you were still confident in your skills to bring yourself over the edge.
Hiking the skirt of your dress over your abdomen, you smoothed two fingers over your clothed slit. You weren’t really turned on in the slightest, but it wouldn’t take long to get there with some sleazy memories you kept in hand. You sighed into your pillow as you rubbed yourself over your panties to the thought of Rosinante’s large and veiny hands, how he was so careful because he was scared of hurting you. You thought about his strong jawline and the little beads of sweat that would collect there when he would get all worked up when you blew him.
Your hand had slipped under your panties and directly onto your cunt before you knew it, applying pressure to your throbbing clit. Soft pants of your boyfriend's name, toned down so you knew no one in your dorm could hear, were repeatedly moaned from your lips, almost like a chant to summon him.
And summon him they did, as unknownst to you, Rosinante was coming by to visit to drop off some goodies and snuggle after hearing about your awful day. He had popped in during your break, for his own medical emergency obviously, and while you were bandaging him up you used that small block to rant about your horrid morning. So the guy felt bad and wanted to do something sweet before you went into hibernation for the unforeseeable next few days.
As he jogged up the steps to your place he fumbled with the key a few times, after perfecting the twist of the doorknob he swiftly and politely said hello to everyone who was vegging out in the common room before making a beeline to you. Your bedroom was closed, but he allowed himself in and could not believe the sight he walked into.
Your nurse’s uniform had always been somewhat of a fantasy for him. He had met you when you adorned the saccharine pink dress and was a huge fan of it ever since. There have been times where you two have fucked in your uniforms before, however seeing you defile yourself in the dress was something completely different.
Your eyebrows were scrunched up to match your pursed lips and he doesn’t think he’s seen this much concentration on you since one of the quack doctors told you to sew a guy’s leg back on. When you finally noticed him you fell backward and tried to grab one of your pillows in an attempt to become decent.
“Do you need any help with that?” He asked, which meant to come out cool although the voice crack in the end probably wasn’t as sexy as he intended.
“Rosi” and you dragged out the last vowel in endearence “You didn’t have to come out here before your night shift”
The taller man laughed and walked closer to you, no crouching down so he was level with your face. You had also removed the pillow, feeling much more comfortable knowing it was your boyfriend and not one of your friends who barged in on you.
“Well I’m here and I brought you some snacks because I thought you needed them, but it looks like you need something else right now, yea?” He replied with a cheeky grin.
You leaned in to give him a kiss, trying to make space for him to sit on your bed. He quickly undid his belt and revealed his cock which was already half hard from seeing your show earlier. You removed your panties completely and went back to rubbing clockwise circles into your puffy clit, staring directly at your boyfriend. You wanted to see his own reactions to you playing with your cunt and he was going to deliver.
He reached his palm out to your face, a silent command for you to spit, so you let your own saliva be used as lube as he jacked off to sight of you toying with your sensitive clit. Having him there was already speeding up the process, you no longer had to close your eyes and think about his messy blonde hair or awkward grin, the oaf was right in front of you.
You focused in on the way his abdomen flexed and seemed to tighten every time he put too much pressure on his shaft, and while you so desperately wanted to take over and do the job yourself, you also really wanted to go to bed. Using your other hand, you popped a few buttons of your top open and slid it under your bra, pinching and tugging on your nipple. The action alone sent the extra tension to your muscles and you felt your orgasm coming on.
“Ah, I’m cumming, Rosi, cumming” you whispered, energy already leaving your body as you kept rubbing your cunt silly. And then that blissful warmth kissed every part of your figure, from your toes to the tips of your fingers. You let yourself collapse and ride out your high as you felt the heaviness you needed compound in your eyelids.
Grunts and mumbled ‘I love you’s came soon afterward, but they fell on deaf ears. So Rosinante cleaned up and tucked you into bed, peppering your face with kisses.
Ohhh my god the virgin loser law headcannons vhitfruiyr 😍😍😍 the way you write him is so cute I love ittt
Thank you! Believe it or not the first fan fiction I read of him which is actually one of my favorite OP writings is 'Pain Management' By GoldExperience86 and his personality is quite different compared to what I now perceive him as. However I think that's the main appeal. He comes off as a cool and stoic character, who is truly just a dork who loves his friends. The unraveling of Law and eventual lean into his silly side from sources such as 'OP Party' which I know aren't canon, but Oda approved really made me fall in love with his character.
Another work that I think breaks down his character well is 'God Spelled Backwards is D-O-C-T-O-R' by @wing-ed-thing. Be warned you're in for some delicious slow burn!
found your stuff on AO3 and had to fallow you on tumblr, love the way you write law and this is what i feel like when i read it:
Ahh hello from there!! believe or not that AO3 account has gone through pseudo hell and back with writings over the years. I am the not very proud orphan-er of many fics that I don't think I would ever show even my closest friends.
That being said, if anyone really wants a cohesive list of my past writings I'd gladly make a small list for my lovely anonymous internet followers.
Law is truly one of my favorite characters, maybe even overshadowing Corazon just because of how differently I seem to perceive him compared to the rest of the fandom. (Not that I don't love dommy daddy law)
Hey there! I just wanted to come by and ask if you considerd taking commissions for your amazing writing? Because wow your writing is amazing! Keep the wonderful work up! Have a good day!>33✨️🫶🫶🫶🩷🩷🩷
Hiii thank you for the kind words!! That's awfully sweet of you to say! Personally, I don't think my writing is anywhere near commission status, nor do I really believe in making people pay for fan fiction. After all, you're using characters that someone else owns, so you don't really have the right to sell those characters.
Unfortunately there is no way of truly ensuring that I'll write something akin to your interests. Although anything Corazon, Law, or Sabo related will usually get me going haha
I really really need him omg. Please where is the Rosinante in my life. This one is loaded with kinks and stuff so read warnings and if you're a freak like me, then enjoy!
Date nights were the best. Rosinante liked the part where you two got to go home together after the date ever more. Maybe it was the way you were desperate to get him away from a candle lit dinner (that he set up, he'll add!) or the grabby hands under the table, but either way he knew that night was a success when you took his oversized palm in your grasp and led him to your dorm.
He blessed the gods that the nurses on marineford where given slightly different accommodations compared to the other marines on the island. Instead of beds uncomfortably stacked on top of each other in rows, the medical staff had apartment-like group living which allowed for much more privacy. You all shared a common area as well as the laundry room that the entirety of your coworkers relied on, but other than that it was practically admiral tier living.
Rosinante liked your small, but cozy, bedroom that gave him way more space to relax compared to his own small bunk. Yea maybe he had to duck when he entered the room, but he was used to low ceilings. Most of all, he was happy to lay down on your official marine issued mattress and loosen his tie he wore especially for the occasion.
You started dressing down a bit–not as nearly as much as he would’ve preferred–and let yourself unwind as the moon hung higher in the sky. The small window was a blessing in such a cramped living space. It made you feel like you weren’t as much of a bird in a cage as you were.
Your boyfriend started impatiently patting his leg for you to sit in his lap, getting antsy that you were forcing him to watch you prance around the room while he was itching to hold you. You gladly obliged, finding a comfortable position facing him with your chests pressed together. Sometimes when you were this close, you could feel your heartbeats sync.
Before you could lay your head on his firm chest, calloused fingers took your chin and guided your lips to his own, capturing your mouth in a chaste kiss. Public affection, while always desired, was usually difficult for the both of you, needing to maintain a level of professionalism. So lazy makeout sessions followed by perverted hands were something you looked forward to in these rare moments.
Deepening the kiss, you slyly snaked your hand down to his midsection, trying to fumble with his belt. Getting a small laugh out of him, you parted for a few seconds while he helped you undo the heavy buckle. You could already feel yourself getting wet just from looking at your slightly disheveled boyfriend, knowing you'll be storing this memory in the back of your mind for a long time.
When you finally got to his boxers, you took no time pawing at his growing hard on, licking your lips at the thought of getting a taste tonight. You loved gently palming his erection, focusing your attention at the tip and occasionally nudging his balls to see his reaction. A small darker spot of precum stained the outside of the fabric, a display of your effect on him.
As much as Rosinante could lay here and watch you play with his cock, he also was trying to build up the courage to bring something up to you tonight, hence the fancy dinner, and he knew he couldn’t just let you do all the work. Sneaking a hand underneath your dress, he played with your clit through your panties, rubbing circles onto the sensitive nerves. He knew he had reached a perfect rhythm when you started canting your hips toward him, a sign that you wanted more.
Hooking his fingers under the waistband, he easily pulled the flimsy fabric off you and let it hang onto the side of your leg. He felt himself get harder watching the translucent string of slick tug and eventually break connecting your cute little cunt with your underwear. He really loved looking at your pussy, he also really liked it when you wore really thin panties, or thongs that barely covered your adorable folds.
After trying to get his head out of the clouds, he allowed you to take his dick out of his boxers. You had that determined look on your face, and he hoped you would continue that same attitude when he brought up his new proposition for the night. Opening his mouth to broach the subject he accidentally let out a loud moan when at the same time you licked a small stripe over his tip.
You both paused, only realizing that Rosinante did not in fact activate his devil fruit yet, so before continuing you made sure that familiar purple sphere encased the room.
“Is anyone else here?”He asked, a bit shy now from previous moments.
“Ehh, I didn’t see anyone in the living space, but there's always probably someone in their room studying,” you replied. You weren’t terribly worried about it. Yeah, it wasn’t classy or kind to your roommates, but it’s not like you haven't heard their midnight misadventures either.
“Um I wanted to bring something up to you” Rosinante nervously coughed out.
You nodded your head, signaling for him to continue.
“I was thinking, we’ve been doing a lot of fingering recently, and I was wondering if maybe you could try taking my cock tonight? I know, I know, I don’t know if you’ll be able to take all of it (right now), but maybe we can just start with the tip?” He mumbled some of the last part under the breath, not wanting to share his heavy expectations of seeing you stuffed with the entirety of his thick cock just yet. He didn’t want to scare you off or make it seem like he didn’t care for your own safety.
“Yea sure” You shrugged.
Really? It was that easy. Maybe he should have said something a lot easier. You seemed way too casual for this conversation. Either way he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this, so he might as well get to work.
For your comfort he let you lay back onto the bed, so he was hovering over you. You had stripped off your dress and bra–something he wished he did himself–and positioned yourself seductively with your legs spread cushioned on your pillows. You weren’t surprised at his question, besides you were quite curious yourself.
You were plenty wet enough for penetration, but he wanted to take extra caution, so he slipped two of his fingers in his mouth before he started fingering you. Your hands immediately tightened against the bedframe, eyes wandering to the ceiling of your room in ecstasy. The slow and sensual motions of his strokes made each rub against your g-spot even better, giving you a few seconds to recover before brushing up against it again.
When he thought you were worked open enough he shoved the fingers into your mouth, reveling in the way you sucked and licked him clean, like it was your job. However he was still unsatisfied with fucking you this way, so for a final precaution he spit directly onto your puffy slit, watching his saliva dribble down onto your smaller hole. You felt the warm sticky fluid trail down your core, and the desire to close your legs was strong, but you also couldn’t deny the flames that were ignited in your stomach when he spit into your cunt. You kind of liked the way he practically ‘mistreated’ your body as something so lowly to be spit on, even if his intentions were the exact opposite. You might have something to bring up to him after this.
Finally he gave his cock a few pumps before letting it glide through your folds, picking up the combined mixture of his salvia and your wetness. Your legs were spread as wide as they could have possibly been, hoping to aid the process somehow, but he wanted you to be comfortable. So instead of your heads gripping your headboard, he moved them underneath your knees, both keeping them open and giving the blood in your arms a small rest.
Pushing into your tight heat, Rosinante finally understood why so many of his higherups have squadrons of children. If this is what the inside of your cunt felt like wrapped around his cock, he might never pull out. And this is just the tip. A dark secret side of him wondered if he could thrust a little bit further, see how much you really could take, but he quickly found out you really could only swallow the head of his cock. He could sense you were struggling, your crinkled nose bridge and closed eyes told him that he should probably pull back. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.
Looking at your face again, you gave him a direct nod, urging him to try again, so he did. Letting the tight skin pull taught around his cock, and forcing your muscles to expand and work around the thick head. He hoped this experience was somewhat pleasurable for you, because he was ready to hump you like a dog.
Slightly thrusting his hips in small slower motions he began to feel less resistance and more slick leak out of your hole.
“Fuck, Rosi, you’re so big!” You cried out.
Normally any kind of comment on his size is rather neutral to his opinion, but with the tip of his cock and your sweet pliable body beneath him, he feels himself get closer to cumming just from your praise.
He begins to thrust faster, losing himself in the silky hold of your cunt. He even takes one of your legs and holds it himself, placing it over his shoulder so he can watch your cute cunt expand each time you take him. His tongue is practically lolling out of his mouth when he cums, spilling pearly white cream all over your tired slit.
He pulls away, just to continue to jerk himself off at the sight of your pussy covered in his semen, and lets out grunts and whimpers at your own sigh. Rosinante’s head is thrown back, hair covering his eyes, trying to bask in this glory for as long as possible. Your own head is thrown back thinking about that night: a newly discovered degradation kink, the possibility to take your boyfriend's cock, and the apologies you’ll issue in the morning to your dormmates.
Maybe one day I'll commit to writing a full story about Rosinante. I really do love his character, especially exploring what he was like pre-mission is so interesting.
CW: AFAB! reader, Male Masturbation
Word count: 1.2k
No one on base enjoyed laundry day. Of course specific washing cycles were designated to different halls so as to not overcrowd the machines, but every marine could sympathize with their coworker carrying the oversized basket of soiled clothes. It was very lucky that you and Rosinante’s schedules ended up lining up fairly similarly, allowing you to sneak off and spend time that should have been productive goofing off and stealing kisses.
On a rather busy afternoon, however, you were scrambling around Marineford trying to get your laundry into a machine and hurry back to the infirmary due to the shortage of nurses. A nasty cold had been going around, unfortunately taking out the healthcare workers down with them. It was mandatory for all medical staff to be present in their stations using as little leisure time as possible during these desperate times.
Rushing down the hall led you straight into the chest of a rather clumsy blond, causing the both of you to crash onto the floor. After allowing Rosi to attempt to help you up, before you eventually had to pull him off the floor, you asked him if he could carry your clothes to the laundry room. Being the people pleaser he was, he quickly agreed and happily pranced off to wash your clothes.
You wanted to warn him before he could run away too fast making sure he would turn the machine on the correct settings. So you did your best to shout at his shrinking figure down the hall.
“Make sure to wash them on warm, and then dry on slow tumble!” echoed down the pristine halls of marine headquarters unbeknownst to your boyfriend.
He quite liked the smell of cleaning products when he entered the bustling area. The scent of lemons and something he could only describe as ‘blue’ filled his nostrils as he strolled through the rows of washing machines before he found an empty one.
Finally taking a look at your basket, he paused, face turning deeper and deeper shades of red at his discovery. You were running no normal wash no, this was a lingerie wash, full of your lacy bras and panties with those little bows on the front. Not wanting to draw attention to the colorful garments he had collected, he quickly ducked down and started shoving them into the machine with reckless abandon.
Slamming the door closed he pressed the easiest buttons and started shuffling away, eyes constantly darting around the room to make sure none of his friends were there. He was horrified to see a pair of particularly scandalous panties that seemed to be glued to the bottom of his shoe trail along with him, so to avoid further suspicion he stuffed it into his pocket as he zipped out the door.
An hour later he would eventually return and nonchalantly as possible transfer the lingerie to the dryer, slam a few controls to finish the job, and walk out as discreetly as possible.
Rosinante’s day proceeded as normal. He ended up forgetting about the underwear in his pocket and continued his training as well as his guard duty throughout the afternoon. You ended up calling him in the evening to thank him and told him you’d pick your clothes up in the morning and visit him with a surprise for his help earlier. He was glad you were talking over responder-snail because he couldn’t hide that dopey grin that always seemed to cover too much of his face.
Shrugging off his trousers for the night to change into his pajamas he noticed something fall out of them, right beside the heavy thud of his belt. To his alarm it was the panties he ended up ‘stealing’ earlier and forgot to tell you about. Shit.
Well he now had two options. Pray you wouldn’t notice that one pair of underwear went missing and never tell you, or call you back and embarrassingly explain that your hero of a boyfriend is actually a pervert who stole your panties in a confusing blur of a moment in the laundry room.
He decided to go to the bathroom and weigh his options.
He thumbed the fancy material in his pocket as he walked to the communal washroom. Somehow the thin material of the panties felt as heavy as steel in his hands, a reminder that his dirty conscience wasn’t doing its job properly. Locking himself in a stall he let his shoulders drop, wondering how he was going to get out of this one.
Then he did something very stupid. He brought the pretty fabric up his face–just to further inspect it–and took a deep inhale, breathing in your tangy scent on the panties. He’s always heard of stories of weirdo panty stealing old men who would creep on young girls, obsessed with underwear for some reason but he never understood the appeal. Only real devilish perverts were into that stuff. Well Rosinante just bought his ticket to hell.
After bringing the lace up his nose, his second instinct was to start to lick it. Letting the fabric that hugs your soft cunt all day rest on his hungry tongue. He wonders what it would taste like if he ate you out through your panties. He'll have to try that next time. The feeling of soft downy cotton on his tongue combined with the flavour of your pussy, mindlessly forces his hand down his pants, palming his hardening cock.
Stuffing the wad of panties into his mouth he pulled the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his cock hang out, and pumping the sensitive tip. Spreading the precum across the shaft he leaned against the stall and thought about your sweet cunt on his face. He loved how you would rub your clit on the tip of his nose, while his tongue dived into your tiny hole, clenching on the squirming muscle inside of you.
The fantasy was enough to get him to cum quickly, skillfully orgasming into the adjacent toilet for ease of clean up. Casually shouldering the door open, he washed his hands and looked around, again making sure no one he knew was lurking around could have seen him. Maybe he should start using his devil fruit more often.
His bed was warm and welcoming when he slipped in. Post nut bliss did wonders for his sleep schedule, allowing him to slip into a dream before he even knew he was falling asleep.
Rosinante woke up with a start. Mainly due to the loud ringing of his responder snail. He sighed, he must’ve missed that morning you wanted to spend with him before either of your shifts started. Answering the phone hesitantly, he coughed before he started. “Hey I wanted to tell you something…”
He was surprised when he heard your angry tone on the other line.
“Do you want to tell me which settings you washed and dried all my bras and underwear on? I have nothing to wear anymore! None of these are going to fit me! Most of the bra straps are snapped!”
Rosinante lowered the snail away from his ear, already hearing the snickers from his bunkmates around him. He was going to guess there was no more morning surprise.
Hey girly! I hope school is treating you right like decent teachers and a good healthy amount of work but are you caught up with the one piece manga? Because there's a certain prince i want smut of -lipbite-
Manga spoilers under the cut
Hii yes! I am very up to date on the OP manga chapters and leaks. If I do ever decide to write Loki, he will most likely have his own separate posts because I would hate to end up spoiling someone in the 'OP men' headcanons.
As a size kink lover, the art and fics out there have got me going feral! He really makes Rosinante or even Katakuri look normal.
I thought I would maybe work on some NSFW alphabets in between kinktober posts because they're quite fun for me to complete. I'm quite open to most characters, so feel free to suggest some names you'd like to see, and I'll try to incorporate them!
Right now I'm working on Law and I'm giggling to myself thinking about his dirty secret. Here's a sneak peek
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Law is obviously new to this whole sex thing. You’re telling him you still gotta do stuff even after you did it? As a doctor, he’s sure he knows what he’s doing, though. You did have to stifle a laugh when he started taking your vitals.
You’re much better at taking care of him after sex than he is with you. He becomes really needy after fucking and usually wants you to hold him or to at least lie in bed together so he can talk about his day. That being said, if something comes up, or either of you is busy right after sex, he can get really grumpy and aggravated. It’s best for everyone involved if you make sure you have ample time before getting down and dirty.
If you can't tell, I enjoy writing plot a lot more than I actually write smut. Why did I become an NSFW blog? Because I'm too horny not to write smut. Chronologically, this takes place before the other Kinktober days.
Rosinante always considered himself a very self-disciplined man. His schedule as a marine left very few gaps for him to fool around or daze off, until he met you. You seemed to be both a heavenly light and an unbearable presence in his life, worming your way into his heart and nesting there. Yes, you infected him with a terrible disease.
Albeit he has never actually told you he felt this way, just given quick glances in the halls and awkward waves from a distance. He was pathetic, and he knew it.
Nights were quite peaceful for him. He often took guard duty outside on base, and because any pirate or bandit had to be a maniac to attack Marineford head-on, he rarely faced any true danger. So these evenings were little respites, full of flicking the butts of his burnt cigarettes into the ocean and allowing his mind to drift off.
Sometimes he thought about his family, his sweet mother, and his naive father. He missed the way his mother held him after dinner, whispering the most fantastical stories about the Grandline to his droopy eyelids and nodding frame. He wondered how differently things would have been if they had never left the Holy Land and deflected to that awful town.
Of course, he thought about his brother as well. He had heard about Doffy’s presence in the North Blue. He couldn’t imagine using their last name being painted onto a pirate ship, and yet the gaudy pink flamingo stared him in the eyes every time he walked past his bounty poster pinned to the bulletin board.
He missed his family. He didn’t know if he would’ve been happier as a celestial dragon, but he did know he would’ve been happier with a family. Sengoku took him in and gave him a place in a world that had repeatedly told him there was no room for him; maybe he should be grateful he’s even still here. And yet he can’t shake the loneliness he feels when his fellow soldiers open up their letters from home, laughing about friends from their island, worried mothers wishing for their safe return, lovers praying for their safety. Rosinante gets the daily mail.
Then he met you, you and your sweet smile, and charming laugh. Occasionally, he wonders if Sengoku is paying you under the table to entertain him, keep him from throwing himself off the bridge, and letting his devil fruit take him to the seabed below. Despite everything he has been through, he still thinks he was born under a lucky star to be your friend.
Deep in thought, Rosinante came to another question. What if the two of you have children? The idea struck him so boldly that his eyes widened in bewilderment that he even conceived something as obtuse as that. Although as the seconds passed and he sat alone with only his own mind to talk to, he started to enjoy the idea increasingly so.
You always had a motherly presence as a nurse. Your job was to attend to any of the injured or sick marines on the island, and with your impeccable bedside manners, you were one of the favorites among the boys. He wasn't going to say that it didn’t bother him, but he also admired you for your charm. He wondered how well you would take care of children. Your voice was so soothing, and you had some of the most gentle hands of the medical staff. He was sure you would be an excellent caretaker.
And then his mind began to tiptoe into more savory ideas of pregnancy. He thought about how cute you would look with your swollen tits and enlarged belly. How sensitive your chest would be, and how you would ask him to help you pump, inadvertently giving him the perfect excuse to play with your puffy nipples. God, please let him drink your breast milk. The idea of suckling on your tits and drinking the creamy liquid practically spilling from your chest could get his cock hard on the job.
Furthermore, he supposed he did have to get you pregnant first, right? You probably couldn’t take his cock, but he’s sure that after some more stretching and training, you’ll be able to fit his fat tip in your cunt in no time. He wanted to have you in mating press, knees to your shoulders, and glistening pussy bared perfectly for him. You would take every inch of him, until he inevitably kissed your cervix, causing you to squeal out from the intensity. There would be no way of getting pregnant if he didn’t sheath himself into you entirely, though! Don’t worry, your boyfriend would kiss those pretty tears away and shove the rest of his length into your tight heat until he bullies himself into your womb.
He could only imagine how tight your insides would be hugging him, begging him to stay put and snug inside your cunt. But he needs to start fucking you, or else how will you ever get pregnant? The sleazy sounds of your pussy taking him would echo all over the bedroom, reminding you of who is in control here.
Rosinante clicked his tongue. How many times have you taken control and dominated him? Acting so high and mighty despite being half his size. It was about time he started to show you your place and exert some level of power over you. Besides, if he’s going to be a father, he’ll be the man of the house, and he needs to set a good example for his kids.
It won’t be long before he cums inside of you, making sure not to keep thrusting so you get his full load. He places a hand over your stomach, wanting to feel how full of his love you are. He shifts and watches how his semen drips out of you, coating his cock and staining the bedsheets. Don’t worry, though, he’ll pump you full of another load before you go to bed.
“Hey man, I’m here to relieve you break?”
If your skeleton could jump out of its skin, Rosinante thought he would’ve turned into a Halloween decoration in real time. Quickly finding his composure, he saluted his coworker and nodded his head, trying to use his gun to cover his obvious erection from sight. At least if the other guy noticed something, he didn’t say it. Maybe because he was the size of the firearm Rosinante was carrying.
Lying his sweaty forehead on the mirror of the bathroom sink, he breathes out. Maybe he should start with flowers.
I wanted to end this one a little more realistic, just maybe I was considering just myself? Either way I hope you guys like it and look forward to the days to come.
CW: AFAB! Reader, Female Receiving Oral
Word Count: 1.2k
The low hum of the snail film buzzed in his ears like the noisy cicadas on a summer evening. However it wasn’t very warm at all, in fact the two of you had been snuggling up underneath a thick blanket to watch a horror flick one of his friends said would for sure get any chick to cling to him. It’s not like that was a pressing matter to him though–you were his girlfriend afterall–but no man would mind getting a little handsy during a movie. Unfortunately for him, he was the one getting jumpy during most of the scares, finding the cheap effects surprisingly horrifying.
You both wore oversized T-shirts, a rare commodity for him, however he opted for grey sweatpants, while you went with a breezier pair of shorts. During the chillier Fall weather in Marineford it was easy to mix and match your new cold weather attire with old summer pieces. Spending time together like this felt like the perfect way to kick off Autumn, there would always be trouble on the Grand Line and yet you always managed to find a small piece of harmony in the midst of it all.
While you were daydreaming about the kinder ways of life, a quick claw to the stomach caught you off guard. Alarmed, you looked up and then back to the projection on the wall, Rosi’s shocked face and the sight of a bloody zombie crawling towards the camera made you roll your eyes. A small peck to the cheek seemed to fix his mood right up, however, his previously tense hand, relaxing and smoothing out your shirt.
Tiny kisses evolved into larger, sloppier kisses that welcomed the soft groping of your tits through the cotton fabric. You felt the tips of his fingers roll and pinch your erect nipples from the temperature of the room, but when he slipped his hands underneath you immediately pulled away.
“Rosi, what the hell!” you exclaimed.
His red eyes that always looked so tired from carrying his heavy eyebags all the time scanned your body for any signs of injury, making sure he didn’t harm you.
“Your hands are freezing,” you explained.
He gave you a sheepish look and tried blowing hot air on his palms so he could feel the ample flesh of your breasts again, but you were reluctant, definitely not as horny as your partner. He also tried offering to get naked entirely, which solves no one's problem, so you objected to that as well. Rosinante was out of tits, and out of luck, so he tried his last card.
“We could try dry humping with our clothes on?” he offered.
You gave him a quizzical look, you didn’t really see the appeal, but was also open to anything that allowed you to stay warm. So you let him fold you into a stimulating position before he pressed his heavy bulge over your covered clit. Subconsciously, you licked your lips just thinking about his massive erection hiding behind those sweatpants. You really should convince him to take more nudes for when he’s away.
“I’m gonna start moving, so just let me know if anything is uncomfortable, m’kay?” he reassured you.
You wondered if you would even be able to feel anything between this many layers of clothing, however that thought was quickly swept away as his mouth landed on your neck, deciding to trap you in his embrace and suckle on your sweet skin. Savoury moans left your throat, and the combined rhythm of his hips alongside the attack on your nape was enough to begin to get you worked up.
His hot breath fanned your cool skin, letting the slight prickle of his day old shave graze your cheek. You felt a chill go down your spine at the minute contact, you cursed the gods that even something so small could have such an awful effect on you. Rosinante wanted to laugh at your blissed out expression, your eyes slightly watery and mouth agape. He always thought you kinda looked like a goldfish like this, a very sexy goldfish.
Shrill cries and cheesy screams only served as background noise for the slight creaking to the couch every time his fat cock humped your mound, only fantasizing he was fucking the real thing. You could even feel the way he began to slip the seam of your shorts through the slit of your cunt, your wetness providing a lubricant for extra friction. Deciding that this position wasn’t doing enough for him, your boyfriend flipped you over, so you were laying on your stomach, ass hugging his hips as he rose from the heat of the quilt.
You didn’t even end up noticing, far too sweaty from his assault on your neck and pressure on your slit. Large hands started tugging on your shorts, pulling them taught so they pinched your clit when he bunched them up. You wanted to swat them away and tell him to stop being mean, but the words died in your throat the second he started humping the now accentuated globes of your ass with his hard cock. You thought you could feel the wet stain of precum where his tip would be on his pants, however you were also unsure if that was your own slick leaking through.
Rugged pants got louder behind you, and you braced yourself for the sweet warmth of his cum painting you white. His thrusts became uneven, but then he just stopped and held your waist in his arms as he whimpered obscenities in your ear. You only then remembered that he was cumming his pants and brought one of your hands up to pet his hair while he rode out his high.
You felt a bit bad, sticky pants could not feel good, although on the other hand it meant less of a mess for you. Finally getting a good look at him you didn’t realize how wild you two were going at it, his bangs were sticking up! You giggled and pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead, pampering him while he stared at you, dazed from post nut tingles.
The movie had ended while you were having your fun together, nothing but a white rectangle was being shown on the wall. Even the snail looked tired, poor guy, so you pressed the button on his shell, letting him go to sleep. Sighing you laid back down, shimmying your hips to remove your shorts and panties with them. The fabric seemed far too distressed to be worn again, but it wouldn’t be the first time your boyfriend had ruined your clothes.
You ran a finger through your wetness and shuddered, even though you didn’t cum you were way too sensitive to go to bed. Messy blond hair almost magically appeared between your thighs the moment he noticed your exposed cunt. You smiled down at him, letting him raise one of your legs so he could lick a long stripe over your little pussy. If you were going to be uncovered in the cold, he might as well make up for it and get you sweaty.
Yayy first prompt and if you can't tell I have a terribly sick and horny desperation for Rosinante. Honestly I really like using his character for this one because almost any human is small compared to him :)
CW: AFAB! Reader, Male Receiving Oral, Vaginal Fingering, Frottage
Word Count: 1.3k
Unruly blond hair stuck to his forehead as he panted from the heat of the sloppy movement of your tongues moving against one another. Rosinante was the perfect marine, always mopping the deck when he was supposed to, never late to formation, however he could never say no to indulging in your sweet kisses tucked away in the broom closet. He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head when you started grinding on him for more friction, already feeling the strain of his boxers begin to become uncomfortable on his heavy erection.
One of his hands flew down to your waist, encompassing almost the entirety of the small of your back with his whole hand. His calloused fingers kneaded fistfuls of your ass underneath your nurse’s uniform; his sly grin pressed against your open lips when he felt the dampness of your panties. You shivered against him as his touch ghosted the outline of your puffy cunt, nudging the sweet divot with his knuckles just to feel you jump.
To make out like this he had to crouch down while you stood on the tips of your toes. It was always a difficult position, however today he was feeling cheeky, so he offered another solution. He was quite lanky so he had to be careful as to not knock over cleaning supplies and get the two of you caught–the last thing marineford needs is two horny kids away from their posts–so he gently shimmed down to the floor and got himself comfortable leaning against the wall. He started to unbuckle his belt so you followed him down and nestled yourself comfortably on one of his thighs.
Rosinante loved how you rode his thighs, seeing the concentrated expression on your face as you desperately rubbed your little clit all over his leg. However, this wasn’t the time for that, so he manhandled you to straddle his waist. You made a little cry of discomfort due to the angle of which your legs were now spread–uncomfortably wide–to accommodate his size. He made a few hushing noises and kissed your head before resuming after hearing the soft clicking of his belt, this time by your doing.
He loved the awe in your eyes as you pulled out his stiff cock. He felt himself twitch when your pink tongue darted out to wet your lips before lowering to give soft licks to his tip. To Rosinante, watching you sweetly kiss and savour his precum would always be better than the theoretical blowjob you would need to unhinge your jaw to give him. Unlike most guys, he didn’t mind that you couldn’t deepthroat him, the sight of watching your tiny cunt writhe on his thick tongue was hotter than blowing his load somewhere he couldn’t see.
But just the thought of your little pussy had him restless for the main event, so you were quickly brought off his dick and back into his lap upright. Greedy hands fought to tear off your panties and hike up your dress, revealing your ass to the open air. A downwards motion also easily popped through all the buttons of the front of your uniform, releasing your bra to your audience of the mop and bucket.
His thumbs spread your cunt for his own view, biting his lip at the obscene webs of slick that dripped down onto his lazily shrugged down pants. He knew the pervert inside of him would be getting off to that before he tossed them into the laundry that night. Your tiny hole seemed to be begging something, anything, to fuck it, so he mercifully pressed his middle finger into your tight heat, watching your facial expression intently.
God, he loved the way your fingernails would dig into his forearms, leaving crescent moons on his pale skin. Your insides were so warm and soft, perfect for the rough pads of his fingers to nudge and press up against, feeling around for that one sensitive spot just for him. He wanted nothing more than to ram up into you and ruin your guts, release his pent up energy from his aching cock. Unfortunately, you both knew it would take a lot more preparation and time than closet sex to make that happen.
An unrestrained moan accidentally left his throat when he felt your hands wrap around his weeping shaft, squeezing the sensitive head. He shifted his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles in tandem with his massage on your G-spot. However it wasn’t long before you began to motion him away from your cunt, instead positioning his tip close to your entrance.
You had a terribly determined look on your face, and for a moment Rosinante actually thought you were about to spear yourself with his dick–which would have been a really awkward infirmary visit–but before he could protest you placed a finger up to his lips, silencing him. The next words that came out of both your mouths weren’t words at all, but hisses from pleasure as you dragged the fat head of his cock through your folds.
You kept pistoning your hips, practically fucking him, as you maintained eye contact. Wanting to get him off first, you kept your attention on his angry mushroomed tip. You loved the way you could feel his thick veins pulse underneath your fingers, eager to paint your skin white. Eventually you switched gears and began to seductively roll your hips, letting him feel the way the globes of your ass jiggled in his larger hand.
You could tell by the way he aggressively kneaded your backside, and bit his lip through his teeth he was restraining himself from cumming too early, despite your desire to see him fall apart underneath you. Well if he didn’t want to cum, that’s fine, you did. So you swiftly let the rest of his shaft glide through the warmth of your cunt all the way down to the base. Pressing his cock against his abdomen, you were able to trap your sensitive and swollen clit against his stiff hard on.
Incoherent moans babbled out of your boyfriend as you used him to complete your orgasm, now ignoring one his most tender spots. You weren’t a sadist, though, and decided to playfully cup his balls, massaging them gently so as to not overwhelm the gentle giant. And in the end, maybe it was your forceful act of control, maybe it was your delicate touch, whatever it was Rosinante could no longer restrain himself anymore. However he knew he didn’t want to cum all over himself in his position, so with some quick thinking he stuffed his cock into your welcoming cunt, moreso fucking your pussylips than your actual hole, with rigor.
Long pearly ropes of semen coated the inside of your thighs, making you feel warm and sticky. A string of curses left the blond’s mouth as he watched your body twitch from the stimulation. Moreover, your boyfriend was anything if not doting, so before you could begin to regain your composure, his thumb was already on your clit, trying to rub you to completion. It wasn’t long before your body gave into the comforting ache of a well deserved orgasm after some hot steamy closet sex, and you humped his hand into the end of your bliss.
You sagged over his chest in triumph, feeling bubbly inside that you were able to get him to cum before you did. As you started to draw lazy shapes onto the side of his thigh, you shifted slightly, rubbing your bodies together more than you had anticipated. The pressure of his cock nudging your butt, and strong hands running up and down your waist, sent a bratty look on your face. Maybe somewhere out there they make condoms his size.
