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[traflawgarr]

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ash | 20 | infp | leo | any pronouns | law's girlfriend

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[traflawgarr]

𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 | 18+

pairing- lucci x f!reader

cw: smut, reader wears a dress, primal play, chasing, size dıfference, outdoor sex̌, chasing, biting, knottıng, fıngering, overstimulation, praise, degradatıon, breedıng kınk

Getaway like these, away from responsibilities of CP0, responsibilities of the world in general, you were grateful. You were especially grateful for your husband, Lucci, for choosing such a beautiful and isolated destination.

"It's so beautiful out here! The forest is really amazing." You stare in awe, leaning over the log railing of the cabin. Lucci stood behind you, clad in his casual attire, his normal uniform nowhere in sight. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his lips to your temple.

"A well deserved view, don't you think?" He awaited your answer, looking down at you. Returning a smile, you replied, "Very much so. It's so quiet and peaceful. No more of Kaku's chatter about how giraffes are great. No more nagging from the higher ups." You leaned into his tall frame. His hold on you tightened.

Lucci leaned forward a bit and spoke in a tone that was uncharacteristic of the agent, "Shall we take a walk through the forest? I didn't choose this place for us to idle around." You nodded eagerly and Lucci watched you run inside to dress more appropriately for a walk in the vast forest.

You walked out in a pink babydoll dress with white walking shoes. Lucci curled an eyebrow, walking over and feeling the frilly fabric between his calloused fingers. "Doll, might I mention we're going on a walk and not a fashion show?" You pouted and retorted, "What? I just wanted to look cute!"

"For who? The animals?"

You froze and twirled your fingers, "Well...for you?" Lucci sighed and patted your head, "You don't have to try for me. Now let's go, my dear. The sun will set soon." He guided you, hand on the small of your back. The two of you walked around the trail. You took in the scenery, giggling at every small animal that you two came across. Lucci kept his gaze on you, eyes occasionally flickering for any sign of danger, to which there was none.

"Man, I wish I brought the camera snail! It's so nice here!" Lucci kept a mental note to bring a camera snail the next time he brought you out here.

It was so quiet. Lucci explained the nearest group of people were hundreds of kilometers away so it was truly isolating in the best way possible. "Lucci, love! Look! I found a log so we could rest! There's so many flowers it's so perfect!" You ran over but your foot got caught on an uproot and you nearly fell. Thanks to the speed and reflex of your husband, he caught you before you'd be caked with mud.

"Careful, my dear. Can't have you ruin that gorgeous dress of yours...of course it'll be me." He whispered that last part but your ears didn't catch his nasty comment. "Ah, sorry." You chuckled softly and sat next to him on the log. Lucci watched you fiddle with the flowers, admiring your innocence and beauty.

Your softness.

Your gentle soul.

Your perverted side that no one would believe with one look at you.

"You know..." Lucci began and you turned your head, "...This forest is isolated. No one would hear us, hear you scream." He leaned down, a deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh? And what are you implying, love?" You twirled a strand of his black hair, feeling it between your thumbs before dropping it.

"An experiment is all I'm saying. Don't think I don't notice the times you'd freeze during missions, oggle at me when I've used my Devil Fruit...growing needy in the middle of battle? Not very professional of you, my [name]." He tilted your chin up and you swallowed the lump in your throat. He could tell you were growing needy at the sound of his voice and egged you on, watching you press your thighs together.

"I can say with confidence that you have this perverted fantasy of me chasing you like my prey, is that right?" He pressed his lips to your temple, feeling the quick pulse. He recalled the rather explicit conversation you had with Kalifa weeks ago.

"N-no I don't!" You were quick to deny and he chuckled slowly, deciding to let you off the hook for now.

"Come now. It's sunset. I have dinner ready for us." He helped you up and guided you back to the cabin you two were staying at. The entire walk back was silent, save for your heavy breath. Was the whole reason Lucci brought you here was to fuck you until dawn without interruption? Surely that wasn't the case. Lucci is a man of logic and never dabbled in silly fantasies, though the idea made your stomach flip.

Dinner was quiet, save for the idle chatter. You complimented his dishes, to which he acknowledged your words, talking about the recipe. You listened with intent but your mind began drifting. Lucci was just in his tank top and loose pants.The subtle flex of his biceps made your heart stutter.

Under the table, your thighs clenched, trying to ease the ache that was building. Lucci's soothing, baritone voice, sharp eyes, firm muscles, you were bound to be aroused every waking moment with this man. Lucci knew his effect on you and decided to play along with your active imagination.

"Thirty seconds." Was all he said and it snapped you out of your perverted fantasy.

"What do you mean?" "Thirty seconds to run, starting now." He began to count down slowly, making you panic.

"Thirty." You quickly stood up and shook your hands.

"Wa-wait! What is thi－""Twenty-nine."

You quickly caught on.

One second passed by and you bolted out the door. It was well into the night, the sound of owls and crickets filled the air along with the crunching of leaves under your foot and the sound of your heavy breathing. You thanked yourself for building stamina with CP0, otherwise you wouldn't have made it far.

"Twenty-eight, twenty-seven." Lucci counted while cleaning the kitchen, and grabbing one of his coats.

You continued to run. The adrenaline was pumping through you, making you equally nervous and turned on at the same time. You controlled your breathing, lightened your step to not alert your husband.

"Hah, hah" You inspired slowly before exhaling. You decided to deter Lucci by leaving a ribbon from your dress on the floor and making a detour on the right. "At least five seconds have passed..." You sighed and continued to run.

Lucci was stretching, cracking every knuckle. He knew his girl enjoyed the primal side of him, so he relaxed his body, still counting.

"Twenty-three."

"Twenty-two."

"Twenty-one."

"Twenty...."

Lucci was out the door. He sensed your energy, hearing your racing heart that he knew was pumping with excitement and not fear.

You ran as far as you could. With ten seconds left, you took a breather before running. There was a hint of fear in you that was making you feel a tinge of regret. Ultimately, your trust in Lucci overwhelmed that thought and you continued to run.

"Five. Four..."

Crunch, crunch...

"Three, two..."

A step.

"One."

Lucci transformed into his Leopard model, running at lightning speed, already heading in the direction of you. You were hiding behind a thick tree and you couldn't hear a thing. It almost scared you but excited you even more.

Lucci spotted your ribbon, taking in the scent and ran directly to you. You covered your mouth, silencing your body, trying to hide but also not hide from your crazed leopard husband.

Lucci saw your babydoll dress peeking from the tree and he slowly stalked towards you. A snap of a twig under his foot and you jumped.

"No!" You ran away, but not fast enough as Lucci wrapped his paws around you. "Got you." He whispered into your ear before yanking off your panties, holding it up to his face for a moment before stuffing it into his pocket.

"Tell me. How long have you been this desperate, so wet and pathetic, hmm?" He tilted your head up, claw tucked in to not hurt you.

"I-I, well..." Lucci tilted his head "Hmm? Cat got your tongue, love? He does, doesn't he?" He chuckled gravelly before taking your mouth into his thick tongue swirling around yours, drinking in your whimpers and moans.

Your hands tried pushing away, only for him to pull you closer, knee between your thighs and pressing against your bare cunt. He shoved your dress up and pulled out your breasts.

Lucci pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two before breaking. "So debauched and ruined, all from a kiss too? My pathetic slut." He whispered into your neck before biting, not hard enough to break skin. Yet. Lucci tweaked with your bare nipples, watching you struggle to form words.

"Need you so bad, Lucci." You whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck. Your hips rutted against his rough and thick thigh, trying to ease the throbbing heat of your cunt and he held your hips firmly. "Patience, my dear. You'll get what you want." His fingers found your cunt, giving it a few firm slaps.

"N-ngh! Lucciii－!" You whimpered out before biting down on your lips. "Let me hear your whorish cries. No one can hear you but me." Lucci bit on your lower lip, urging you to let loose. He pinched your clit, earning a cry from you.

"That's it..." Lucci's fingers slowly worked you open. You gripped his shoulders, anchoring yourself as he fingered you stupid. Lucci steadied you, with his free hand.

With every curl of his fingers, it brought you closer to the edge. The squelching sound, your panting, and Lucci's heavy breathing polluted the quiet air. Your cunt fluttered with every press to your spongey spot that made you see stars.

"So pathetic for me, yet so obedient. You're the perfect agent and the perfect slut for me." Lucci spoke to you through his ministries. Feeling your cunt clench, he made his pace heavier.

"Close, I'm so close, Lucci...!" You choked on your words when he pressed firmly on your g-spot. "Go on then. Make a mess of my nasty slut." His thumb caught your clit and your back arched, wetness splashing over his hand. His fingers slowed, riding out your orgasm. You clung to his neck, legs shaking like a baby deer.

Lucci laid the jacket on the grassy floors of the forest before pushing you down, capturing your lips again. Since when did he have a jacket? The thought of Lucci bringing a jacket just so you don't get dirty from the floor made your heart flutter, and his thoughtfulness made your pussy flutter as well. He ridded himself of his pants, giving himself a few strokes, covering the length of his cock with your release.

"You remember what you do when it's too much?" You nodded, dumbly. "Words, my dear. Or are you too fucked out already?" He teased you, tracing the tip of cock up and down your cunt. "I-I tug on your tail...three times?" With a small satisfied smirk, he nodded. Lucci shoved himself into you, bottoming out in one thrust, causing you to scream out loud.

"Oh, fuck!" The sudden fullness made your back bow into him, a bulge forming. "Look at you..so tiny and taking the extent of my cock in this form. Is this what your dumb and pretty head fantasizes about?" He condescendingly spoke while you lied there, shaking in pleasure. Dissatisfied with your silence, Lucci moved his hip roughly and pulled out nearly all the way, leaving just his tip, making you whine.

"Answer me before I leave you debauched for mother nature to see." He threatened and you cried.

"Yes! Fuckー I..I imagined taking you in this form...ruining my insides." Your hips chased his length, only for him to catch it.

In one swift motion, Lucci's hips moved at an animalistic pace. He folded you into a deep mating press, cockhead hitting your g-spot with every stroke. His claws dug into your thighs as he folded you into a nasty postition. Every moan and cry out of your lips was accented with each heavy thrust to your cervix. Your hands found solace on his shoulders, digging into his fur.

"So nasty for me. What would the Nobles say about their agent submitting like a prey to me, huh?" Lucci's words shot straight to your pussy, clenching tightly around his cock.

"Their perfect agent, reduced to nothing but a blabbering and nasty mess. Absolutely ruined yet begging for my cock. What would they think?" His words were nothing but condescending filth. This wasn't Cipher Pol Zero's strongest agent. This was a predator who is claiming his prey with every thrust in the middle of nowhere. "But you're a good and perfect little whore for me, yeah?" Lucci looked down at your tear-stricken face, watching you try to form a coherent sentence.

"Yesーfuckー I'm...I'm good for y-you!" Your words were slurred and incohesive. He admired your tear stricken face. Lucci's hips were beginning to stutter, the base of his cock slowly swelling.

"Gonna fill you up. Fuck you full of my cubs." His words were slowly becoming rougher and rougher. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, my dear?" You nodded to the best of your ability. "Then beg for it."

"Please!" You cried, "Need to feel you cum...wanna have your children." Your words sent him over the edge, orgasming with a curse. Lucci's mouth found your breasts and began marking you with a bite, scenting you.

"Mine." He spoke with a low tone.

"Fuck..." Your clenching cunt orgasmed at the same time as he did. Lucci's hips pushed forward, the knot stretching you beyond what you were used to.

"Full...too full, Lucci!" You tried squirming away but his large arms caged you. "Justーfuck－relax, my doll." His bare leopard teeth found the crook of your neck, slightly grazing it before biting down, marking you. Your cunt clenched at the feeling, in turn making Lucci's hip stutter.

Lucci remained inside you while his knot was swelled. You were in bliss, nothing but pleasure filled your empty mind. He looked down at you, holding you with a possessive grip while his knot was snug within you.

"It'll be a moment before this goes away. I'll carry you back to the cabin." Just as he was about to move, you shook your head.

"No...wanna stay out here." You whispered and he shook his head.

"If you come down with an illness, I'm not watching you." He spat an empty threat to which you shook your head.

"Yes you will. You love me too much to leave me to be sick by myself." You teased and Lucci shook his head in disprovement.

"That, you are right. Rest. I'll be here." Lucci reassured you while watching you fall asleep all while his knot plugged your cunt.

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After your vacation, the two of you returned back to business, looking as sharp and professional as possible..like you two didn't fuck like wild animals in the forest. You stood in your uniform that was pristine when Kaku noticed your neck.

"Oi, what is that? That looks nasty! Are you oka-" A fang mark, "Oh don't tell me you and Luc-" You shoved Kaku to the wall and shook your head in embaressment. Lucci watched the scene unfold, unamused and leaning against the wall cooly. Under his indifference though...

...Rob Lucci was figuring out other ways to break you.

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for the one and only @mlemiie i hope you enjoyed it my love! first time writing for lucci so mlem the lucci coochie expert will be the judge of it. go support her, she's the sweetest girl and the best writer ever MUAHH૮ • ﻌ - ა🩷

somehow perfectly times this on lucci's birthday! happy birthday to pidgeon man૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

[mlemiie]

The 'shorter' kiss (drabbles)

- ❝request; You're shorter than your man, too short to reach for a kiss unless you tiptoe, tug on his collar and have him lean down for you, that is.❞

˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: Suggestive themes, fluff, teasing, short!reader; SFW. Reader is she/her. 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 300 for each seperate fic, roughly.

₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Rob Lucci, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)

❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: Oda make Mlem and Lucci canon already, thanks! >ᴗ<❞

Rob Lucci 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

He gave you a brow. Hands in his pocket, wearing a dark suit and watching you with darker eyes.

“Have you no dignity?” His voice is flat, cold but you don’t care.

You keep tiptoeing, lips still pouting and hands fisting his shirt. Pulling him. “Robbie… please, just one kiss.”

His brow line creases. Half-offended. “Don’t… call me that.”

You hum, going back to your feet. Pouting.

He’s not indulging you. Not moving one inch to kiss your lips.

Fine then.

It’s war.

You’ll nag him till he gives in.

“Luuuuci, pleaseee,” you whine out and he sighs through his nose as you keep tiptoeing up.

No answer. Just condescension seeping through his gaze.

You keep tugging, whining and only when you hear Kaku’s voice calling you both from a distance do you stop. Glancing to the source of his echo. And when you let go of Rob’s collar, eyes drifting away to the distance and heels padded fully on the floor—does he place a hand on your jaw, sliding your face to meet his gaze.

And you blink.

long, dark hair trail down your face. Tickling your shoulders, as one smooth motion of his hand slide down your hips to the small of your back, bringing you up to meet his lips.

Rob’s calloused fingers digs into your flesh, forcing a whine to leave your mouth, which he seals with a kiss. muffling you.

And the kiss is not soft but raw—pushing, claiming, forcing you to lean back so to retain footing but his hand on your jaw has made its way to the back of your hair. Forcing you deeper into his kiss.

And when Kaku’s footsteps trudge closer, only then does Rob part from you—lips clicking, strings of saliva between your tongue as he straightens himself, and your cheeks burn at the sight of his face.

Smug, cocky and entirely pleased with himself.

Jerk.

Sir Crocodile 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Sir Crocodile was giving you a look… quite similar from what he gives that tardy clown except there is a hint of amusement in it. But only a hint.

You were pulling on his vest, frowning.

It’s been ten whole minutes and he’s not budging.

Meanie.

“Sir… please.”

He gives you a brow, a corner of his grin going up.

“Please, what?”

Your cheeks burn flushed. “You know what.”

He tilts his head to the side, ash falling off his cigar. “No, I don’t. Indulge me.”

Your knuckles clenches, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.

He’s taunting you! What a rude little….

“You look like you’re about to explode, need a hand with anything?”

“You—…” You bite your tongue, trying to tiptoe even higher, pull his shirt even harder.

You start growing frustrated and embarrassed, but he’s been so handsome the whole day, you can’t imagine yourself leaving without kissing him—but it’s been a whole ten minutes, and still! He’s not budging.

The frustration starts to make you teary, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt so hard you feel like you’re going to tear it off of him and only then—when your eyes start glaze with tears, and your breathing starts growing hot with fury, does he lean in.

Arms unfolding. One last smoke taken before the cigar is dropped to the ground. Hook landing around your waist, tugging you closer as he grabs your ass, ringed fingers digging into the soft of your flesh as he lifts you up by the back.

Meeting his lips.

The kiss is soft, faint—until you press deeper, further, growing desperate enough that his tongue skims over your lips. Your heart starts beating out of your chest, hard and erratic as the kiss grows hotter, heavier, wet sounds escaping you both.

And when he parts? Setting you down by the ground?

It’s all smugness and adoration.

His larger hand making it to the side of your face.

“Be a good girl and fetch a new cigar in my jacket for me.” his voice rasps, thumb rubbing your lower lip.

And that’s all he has to offer for you to pad across the room. Face completely burnt.

Trafalgar D. Water Law 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

“What are you doing.”

“What does it look like, Law!?” You huff out, toes starting to ache as you try and tiptoe further up. And Law looks at you like he should take pity on you or mock you completely.

“Law, please, just—”

“Just what?” He muses, smirk coming into place and your cheeks burn.

“Please. Just, one kiss,” your voice comes out soft, too soft and it makes him want to tease you harder.

“Why should I? Last time I checked, you called me a jerk.”

“That was two days ago!”

“And still no apology.”

You clutch onto his collar with both of your hands, trying to tug him down but he’s not budging, and the smug grin of his isn’t either.

“please Law…”

“go on, please what?”

Your brows pull, face turning into fire, “Please, I'm sorry… Can you kiss me?”

Law tilts his head, the expression he wears on his face is untelling—the grin hasn’t dropped, the cockiness as prevalent as ever and your heart beats into a storm at the sight of it. Knuckles clenching, cheeks sizzling and brows pulled hard enough to form a vein. And just when you think he’ll mock you once more, do you feel his hands land on your shoulders, sliding down your ribs, slow and streaming—landing under your butt, lifting you off your feet.

the gap closes and the friction of clothes grinding between one another makes you arch, as he lands his mouth on yours.

Pushing, claiming, and you feel his tongue skimming over yours—and on instinct—you suck.

The kiss grows hot, wet; saliva and groans exchanging between you two, parting only to breathe.

For a moment, Law only looks at you.

Taking in your features.

Breath hot on your face, and something soft settles in his gaze.

His voice low, almost a mumble under his breath and you barely catch it.

“Pretty.”

You blink. “What—?”

He kisses you again. Pushing your ass even further up, and you whine into it.

Yeah.

You two are going to be kissing for a good while.

Donquixote Doflamingo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

He was being a mean, rude, cocky, snobby and a barbarous little shitbird about your situation.

And it makes you seethe, hands tugging onto the pink feather of his coat.

Pulling, yanking, face fuming with frustration as you stare up his stupid handsome face.

“Doffy… please, just lean down.”

He has the audacity to snort out loud and you scoff, offended.

Your cheeks burn into fire, swallowing your pride—you’re not giving up, not yet.

“You’re mean.” You huff and he takes a strand of your hair between his fingers, twirling it.

“Yeah? If I’m so mean, the why are you beggin’ for a kiss, hmm?”

You pull out the trump card. “Because I love you.”

And he freezes.

You decide to go in for the kill — you give him that doe eyed look, the coquettish, begging one. “Please Doffy.” Your voice is soft, pleading, “Just one, it’s all I want.”

Doflamingo flicks your hair from his fingers, hand grabbing your jaw, as he leans down—slamming his mouth into yours.

And the taste of wine, cocktails, pineapple juice and corruption seeps all into you; his tongue sloshes over yours. Wet, hot and messy as he forces you deeper into it, possessive hands travelling down your waist and latching onto your hips. Hoisting you up.

The kiss starts growing sloppy; clicking sounds and moans slipping every time you tilt into a new angle.

And when you part, its only to breathe, huff and ground yourself. Head dizzy. Doflamingo’s forehead nudging yours.

“You love me, huh? Then you have no one to blame but yourself.” He grins, and it’s not sweet or adoring, no—it’s got wickedness written all over it; but you know what’s worse?

He is right. This is no one’s fault, but your own.

Roronoa Zoro 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

You were practically doing mini jumps to get to this man.

Tiptoeing. Neck arching. Hands tugging his collar as he gives you a long, long stare.

Arms crossed.

“Zoro.”

“No.”

You tug his shirt. “Zoro!”

“No.”

“Please!”

“Still; no.”

This is how it has been between you two for ten minutes.

You’ve been trying to steal a kiss, he’s been watching your failed attempts with the most aloof, most unbothered, most ‘this-gotta-be-a-joke-but-I-also-dont-want-it-to-end-just-yet’ face ever.

You were leaning forward, he was leaning back.

“You’re not giving me a chance!”

“So?” He gives you a brow and your face pulls into a frown. Cheeks starting to burn.

“Lean down. Please.”

Zoro blinks, slowly, before eventually tilting his head to the side, a cocky smirk coming into place.

“Sure.”

You regain some hope, tiptoeing further up, straining yourself even.

“Really!?”

“Yeah. if you beg.”

At that, your face sullen once more.

“I’ve been begging.”

“Yeah? Well, I guess you don’t want to kiss me that badly then—” He unfolds his arms, moving away and you panic. Latching harder onto him.

“Please!” You tug him towards you, ignoring the widening grin on his face.

“Please, please kiss me, please it’s all I want. Just one.”

“You want it that bad huh?”

You swallow your pride, and nod.

And at that, he scoffs. Hands going to your ass, groping, squeezing as he lifts you off the ground, his crotch grind against yours, fabric causing friction between one another as he hoists you further up—meeting his lips.

Soft. Sweet.

Lips clicking when he parts.

And he gives you a smaller smile, “Happy?”

“As if.” You lock your arms over his shoulders, bringing you two into a kiss once more.

And this time, it’s deeper, longer and messier. you have decided to reap your reward to the fullest.

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[mlemiie]

˚₊‧꒰ა Petnames & Dirty talk ♡

-ˋˏ✄┈┈ ❝a perverted list of petnames and drabbles of dirty talk our One Piece Men would use,,,,❞

˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: NSFW!!! MDNI! petnames, vaginal fingering, degradation and praise, sub/dom, vaginal penetration, dirty talk, size difference, smut drabbles; afab!reader. There will be more specific tags beneath each One Piece Men, I can't include them all here. Please note that I envision the reader shorter than our men.

₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Rob Lucci, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)

❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: if you can’t handle petnames, even as something simple like “baby” this post is not for you; I will be using corny ones, nasty and degrading nicknames shamelessly. so be warned!❞

Rob Lucci 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

(a/n: bro my throat is sooooo bored)

- possessive traits, size difference, teeny tiny dumbification

⁃ my dear broody, indifferent leopard. He’s intense. Outside and within the bedroom. He doesn’t do flings, situationships or anything other but “his”.

⁃ His pet names have hints of all his beloving traits. Possessive, controlled, measured and extremely professional. He wouldn’t throw out the words sweetheart or darling or doll out casually! That wouldn’t be professional at all,,,

⁃ ,,,But if he marked you? Made you his by scent alone?

⁃ He’ll tie a cute pretty ribbon around your neck, white and satin, and you’ll hitch your breath when he secures it. And it’ll be tight with purpose. So to leave a trace, a dent, a small faint mark to let others know, he was there first.

⁃ By then, Lucci would lean in slow and measured, your jaw grabbed, voice hot and heavy as his breath skims over your earlobe, whispering; “Mine.” and then nibble, latch his mouth on your neck.

⁃ Sucking, kissing, biting and licking. And if you try to push him for being too flustered, he’ll bury himself deeper, growing annoyed with your squirming; you both know its useless.

⁃ and if you insist he calls you by a pet name, it’ll always be done with the undertone of possession, control and claim.

⁃ “My wife” “my girl” “my pet” it’s always “my” with him. As if the hickeys on your neck or the matching dress to his suit isn’t enough of an indicator of who you belong to.

⁃ “But what about in bed Mlem!?” Look here pretty, Rob Lucci, for the man he is — is extremely territorial. Maybe it’s the animal in him, but when he fucks he does it to scent, to rut, and to leave a mark of himself in there. It’s instinct — animal.

⁃ Eye contact during it. 100%.

Not because its endearing: but it’s about domination. That he has control, power and isn’t willing to let you go from his sight. It’s all about making you feel small, vulnerable and terribly weak under in him — and it’s working. His gaze is focused, dark and narrowed but as you grow more hot; breath gone and huffing? Turning flushed and sensitive? Something soft settles in his gaze. It’s faint, almost unnoticeable but it’s there (as he thrusts into your harder)

⁃ he likes how small you look under him.

a sense of vulnerability perhaps; how you allow a killer like him to grab, bite and pull you despite knowing his truer nature. That unspoken trust? It does something to him, something warm, stuttering; a human feeling. It’s unbecoming and he can’t get enough of it, can't get enough of you.

- Rob Lucci is a biter. He bites. Neck, nipples, thighs and all over your chest, he’ll bite and nibble and kiss as he fucks you through it. And if you’re just a little bit too loud, he grips your throat, or shove a finger down your mouth. “Shhh,” his voice slathers across your neck, hot and heavy, as he thursts into you. Hands gripping your wirsts hard enough to bruise. “so tight—”

⁃ He’ll degrade you, just enough to make you teary, call you pathetic, mock your tears, and have you beg for more.

⁃ You’re wet from just a bit of kissing and core rubbing over his thigh? “Tch, pathetic.” ⁃ You moan just a little bit too loud? Back arching a little too high? “How needy.” ⁃ You tug at him, pleading with him to stop teasing? All he offers is: “Beg.”

⁃ And when he fingers you — his fingers long and precise, hitting each spot as you make a mess on his thigh? “Look at you, all stupid from just my fingers,,, it’s almost humiliating.” And he says it with a small, faint chuckle.

⁃ And if you want more? You’ll have to beg with him, tug and plead with him as he keeps circling your clit, kissing and nibbling your neck. Hands clutching onto his long, dark hair to ground yourself.

⁃ Truly, Rob has his ways of making you feel impossibly needy.

⁃ and then, for taking it without a fuss or a cry—he’ll offer smaller praises, the pace of his thrusts slowing down, turning heavy, hard and entirely controlled.

⁃ And as he leans in with a faint curve of a smirk on his lips. His voice laced with a small dark undertone of condescension; “good pet” or maybe when he feels gentle, his voice drops lower and the words that leave his mouth sounds more like a secret than praise; “you’re too good for me,,, too good,” or his favourite “you’re mine. Only mine.”

Summary: His dirty talk is possessive, curt. He let’s you know how stupid you look, how small and cute you sound beneath him — and he talks to you like you’re prey, something that’s within his mercy, and his alone. It’s not meant to be teasing or degrading; it’s meant to be dominating. Possessive. You’re his, and he’ll let you know about it for each thrust and fuck.

Sir Crocodile 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

- sub/dom dynamic, pseudo incest, Daddy kink, size kink,,,, and corruption kink if you squint your eyes. shy- and cute!reader

- outside the bedroom the petnames drip with class, finery and everything rich in this world; Sir Crocodile is scum but scum made of gold, gems and the finest burgundy silks. The same goes with his petnames.

- “Darling” “My lady” “My wife” or when he feels especially fancy, “My pearl”. It all drips with luxury, wealth and better manners made of opulence. You’re not just his girl; you’re his lady, and she doesn’t come cheap.

- That’s how he would refer to you in front of others but behind closed doors? The fine edge of expenses doesn’t drop but it grows soft, domestic. Depending on your personality; shy, younger, smaller? I can see him refer to you as “doll” or even something casual like “bunny”. It rolls of his tongue like rough gravel with just a touch of possession as he gropes your waist.

- “We want the dirty talk mlemiie!” Ok fine, NSFW related; Crocodile is a man of luxuries, don’t expect him to just fuck you through it because you’re needy. You’ll have to earn your pleasure. The same goes for his dirty talk.

- you want him to be more gentle with his tone? Kinder? Softer? You have to deserve it, after all you’re the one who got needy, desperate and utterly wet for him — and when you start crying at his words, all teary eyes and begging; he’ll crease his brows at you, chuckle a little to himself when you start to pathetically rub his hand against your panties. You’re so desperate it’s laughable.

- He’s mean. Not in a “bohoo, poor you!” but in a “you want me to stop? No? Then behave.” And he says this whilst relentlessly teasing you, fingers skimming over your lace, one finger plunging into you, sliding over your folds as he watches you with that smug, proud grin of his. Cigar stuck to his handsome face.

- Look… in bed… the pet names are to showcase you’re his little babydoll, okay? He likes you when you’re beneath him; small, vulnerable and ready to be ruined. It’s all about who is in power here and between you two? It’s him. It’s always him.

- If you’re into it, he refers to himself as “daddy”, taaaaalk to the wall.

- And the nicknames comes off mostly for praise unless of course,,,

“you’re my good girl aren’t you?” He says, hook around your waist to dig you deeper onto his cock.

And if when you’re on your knees? Sucking him off? “You can take it, you’re daddy’s little girl after all—” he hums, hand gripping your hair, pushing you deeper and deeper. And he won’t pity you for gagging.

“Look at you, you’ll sit still and be good f’me, won’t you?” His breath hot on your ear as his hand makes it up your thigh, skimming just under your skirt—his lips grazing your jaw when he feels you’re all soaked through. “Wet? Already? From a bit of kissing? Maybe you’re dirtier than I thought, maybe you’re not my good girl anymore, maybe you're just a slut,” he says that, withdrawing and you panic, clinging onto him, begging and pleading not to stop and he loves seeing how pathetic you can get.

- He’s rough, firm—he grips you during it. Hard enough to leave bruises, dents and marks of his choking. At first, especially if you’re inexperienced, he’ll start off gentle, not soft, not faint but slow, careful not to break you — but as the night progresses, when your walls clench and flutter onto his cock, practically swallowing him whole, he can’t hold onto his restrain. He’ll fuck you hard, rough, the little moans you give off as he breaks you in half only fuels his lust for you.

- At that point, Sir Crocodile is far from being in control, all he wants is to feel you—wet, squelching and hot.

Summary: In public? On everyday occasion? The petnames are classy, adoring, with just a tinge of something domestic. But behind closed doors? He’s sweeter; gentler. You’re his doll, his cuter, smaller wife and his treasure alone to spoil. And further into your little home, when it’s just you, him, sweat and sex? Rough but not mean enough to make you cry unless you beg for it—sweet but not enough to not put you in your place; which is beneath him, legs clenched around his torso as he takes you for himself.

Trafalgar D. Water Law 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

- degradation kink, dacryphilia, sexual overstimulation, breath play

- Look, this skinny emo plans, asserts, and calculates. And yes, he is grumpy but have you seen the amount of time this man gets flustered? He doesn’t do intimacy well, not as well as he would like to. In other words: Trafalgar D. Water Law, Surgeon of Death and youngest Warlord of the Sea — gets shy.

Like, really shy.

He’s a dork.

A loser.

A geek.

And I freaking love it.

- Mostly he’ll call you by your name but when it’s just the two of you? Or when you’re crying or in pain? That controlled demeanour of his turns soft, brows easing as he comes close to you; “Baby” “Love” or even as something cheesy as “Pretty girl”.

- Law is surprisingly soft with his wording, tone low and gentle, a tone reserved for you and you alone. But not in public, not ever, he has a reputation to uphold, alright?

- He’s a tease. He likes teasing you, grinning all sly and mocking when your hand is latched over his collar, pouting and tiptoeing, trying to earn a kiss — and he’ll just watch in pure, unfiltered amusement at your try reaching for a kiss. and when he finally leans in, head tilting, ready to kiss you—he’ll swipe out of reach once more. And he loves that you get all flustered and sulky over it, tugging and pulling at him.

- But in bed? During sexy time? That cute, dorky, shy demeanour vanishes the further the night goes on.

At first, he’d be hesitant; his tatted hand landing above yours is faint, eyes not meeting when you inch closer, his ears slightly red.

- “You sure about this babe?… I mean, I want to, I just…” he rubs his neck and you decide to tease him. “Just what, Law? You shy?” You say the last part with a hint of a giggle and he’ll look to you then, that cute, dorky loser expression he wore? Gone. Something sharper settles in his gaze, something close like provocation. The rest of the night? Don't expect him to be shy about it anymore because the next minute, you’re pushed down your back, his hands bracing between your head and you’ll stare dumbly into his face. A switch has been flipped. The dork you were teasing? Gone.

- “Shy? You wanna see how shy I get?” His hands travel beneath your skirt, fingers skimming over your lace, his lips going beneath your jaw—”What’s the matter? Don’t wanna talk back no more’?” And whenever you’re ready to retort, he’ll plunge a finger into your folds, thumb circling your clit, pushing, pulling and fingering you till you’re nothing but a wet, moaning mess. That’s the kind of man he is in bed; his fingers skilled, precise and controlled—each curl inside your walls are done to make you flinch, arch and clutch onto him.

- Degrading nicknames. Definitely.

- He likes it when he gets to mock at the state you’re in—”Slut” “whore” and even associate you as “cock dumb”, and which you are. You are dumb for him, especially when he fingers you, pull your clit, and bite your neck as you cum for the third time—tears streaming down your face when he curls his fingers deeper into you, pulling, plunging and squeezing your clit. Law is mean when he fingers, and you love it enough to become a sobbing, whining mess.

- “hah, look at you, fuckin’ slut, takin’ my cock—fuck—just like that you stupid whore” he says that, whilst pushing you into a mating press, legs curled and aching as he stretches you deeper—his hands on your wrists, gripping you hard enough to leave them bruised and marked. And you’ll whine as he moves harder, rougher, not once showing mercy because you’re a whiny mess beneath him.

- And if you tug at him, still begging for more? He’d chuckle, the one that has a hint of cynical mockery in it—”Oh yeah?” His hand glides up from your chest to your chin, tilting it up, thumb on your lower lip. Nudging, rubbing. “Open” and you can’t help but to obey, tongue lolling out, eyes teary as he spits in your mouth and you swallow on instinct. “Hah, what a whore.” and he’ll fuck you harder for it, pushing you deeper into your mating press and rutting into like you’re nothing but a whiny, dirty cum rag.

- Law indulges in breath play. (Source? Me) You’ll wear a choker, one that he meticulously tighten and releases, observing your reactions, asserting when to punish and reward you as he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, forcing you to swallow more of his length, making you choke on your spit; breath hitching, chest filling with air before forces another thrust, releasing the choker just enough to let you sob a moan. Tears streaming down your face for how mean he is during it—turning you into a blabbering, begging mess of cum and sweat.

- For praise; it’s a mix of both degradation and sweetness.

“Who’s the prettiest slut, huh?” He says, bending you over his desk, hand on your throat as he raw dogs you into your cunt, tight and wet for him. Walls squelching around his cock. You won’t be able to answer, as he chokes you, his tatted hand gripping you hard enough to make you drool out spit. “You is it? Yeah—shit—you’re the only whore f’me”

- the tone he carries is possessive, cynical and a dark underlying infatuation he can’t get rid of no matter how much he pounds into you, your pussy swallowing and sucking his length—not once wishing for him to stop.

Summary: Law is a soft lover who hides behind grumpy scowls and nonchalance but underneath it? He holds a special tenderness for you, even if he’s mean in bed—you’re his baby, his love, his most prettiest girl. And if you actually start sobbing, crying and tell him how he’s legit hurting your feelings during sex? He’ll stop mid thrust, eyes widening and brows going up as he lifts you up into his chest. Voice low, dark as he kisses the side of your hair. “shhh, I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry… don’t cry.” That’s just the kind of softness he has for you, and you alone.

Donquixote Doflamingo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

- bondage, degradation and size kink, power difference and toxic relationship dynamics

- My manipulative, blonde birdie. Everything about Doflamingo screams arrogance, wealth and pride — he’s flashy, but not gaudy. He’s got taste, even if it is over the top flamboyant, enough to out-sparkle a gyaru’s own decoden collection, but despite this, there is a hint of elegance. Classic, rich and everything unfair in this world.

- His petnames for his lover would be “Sweetheart” in either the most condescending, patronising tone or a gentle softness so unbecoming of him it makes you flinch.

- He’d wave you over, pat a hand on his lap, let you rest your head on his chest as he tells you about this beautiful fine satin that you would love for your room’s bedsheets, but unfortunately they were stained with blood so he couldn’t fix it for you. And he’d say all of that in the most kind, slow tone he could ever recreate—caressing your hair, stroking your cheek, soft motions lulling you to sleep.

- Doflamingo’s petnames ranges from there. “Dove” “darling” and when he feels especially casual, “baby” on a few occasion, and the way it leaves his mouth, it makes your ear twitch, feet already padding his way. When he calls for you, it puts you into a trance; pulling you towards him like strings around your neck begging for your name to leave his mouth again and again and again.

- His attention is a drug, and his affection becomes a need; a dark delving desire that cannot be anything but the most sweetest taste of codependency and worship.

- He’s possessive. And so is his love. He doesn’t merely want you, but own you.

- Unlike Lucci, there is a darker twist in his desire for his lover, one that strips you off choice and autonomy—you’re his. Everything about you is his — your name, your smile, even your blood running beneath your veins is tied to that man and he’ll make sure you know it. Brand you in his clothing, his jewellery, his money, wealth and power—and if he gets lovesick enough, he might even mark you with an innocent string across your wrist carved with his name. He’ll call it a bracelet, a gift, but you see it for what it truly is: cuffs. So you won’t go, leave and betray.

- each petname is done to show you and everyone else that you’re his—”my darling” “my sweetheart” and “my pretty girl”; each and everything that rolls of his tongue is ‘his, his, his’.

- In bed? Doflamingo is a freak. He mocks, he humiliates, he dumb you down into something small, stupid, weak and pretty — one that he adores to push and pull at. Strings fastening across your joints as he calls you all the dirty things you can imagine.

- “puppet” “pet” “doll”; petnames to accentuate your place in his world: strung and made by him. “slut” “whore” “slave”, all three to emphasize your use in his bed—to please, bend and be fucked with—it’s not about mere domination but ownership; you’re his and he gets to use you however he wish.

- The nicknames grows more and more cruel as the night goes on—”cumrag” “dirty cumsock” “sextoy” it all drips with degradation, dominance and mockery, and maybe when he feels gentle, he’ll lean down your ear, fingers trailing your jaw as you take a third of his finger into your wet little pussy, “That’s right, be louder with your cute moans, let them know who you belong to baby,” his voice hot against your ear, neck arching as he rewards you with a circle on your clit.

- Whether you two do it in private, in the pool or in the back alley where anyone can walk in—the strings are at play. Squeezing your wrist together so tight you think they’ll saw your hands off, or wrapped across your thigh to spread your legs at an obscene angle—it does not matter. Choking or holding you, they’re present. Always.

- “Hah? What’s the matter little pet? Can’t take no more?” He’d laugh at that, yanking your hair as he forces you swallow more of him—lips swollen, tears running down your cheek and he’ll do nothing but push you hard enough to make you gag. “You’re the one who begged to be my little toy, so get to work.”

- And when you’re curled into a mating press, legs anchored into the air with strings strung across your ankles; calf aching, thighs burning as he digs himself deeper into you, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise—he’ll mock at the state he has you in. “Doffy! Doffy! Doffy! Is that all you can say now?” He’ll grin, forcing a finger down your mouth and on instinct you’ll suck, lick, the taste of salt sticking to your tongue as you swirl around his finger for more—giving him no choice but to push even deeper. “Hah, you dirty cumrag.”

- He’ll humiliate you, make you use your words.

You’re needy, tugging his sleeve for attention but all he gives you is one innocent tilt of his head, grin playing on his lips. “Hmm? You want me to do what?” He says, leaning down knowing exactly what you want but plays oblivious just to see you flustered. “Huh? You want this?” His hand trails beneath your waist band, slithering along your lace, one finger going over your panties, “Go on then, tell me what to do.”

The way your cheeks burn, how you chew your lower lip in frustration as you try and force him to just finger you — It’s humiliating, adorable, and he fucking loves it.

Summary: Doffy is meanie, but he won’t break you, no. You’re his pet, his girl, and favourite person in all one package; he’ll love you in the most wicked and twisted way there is. Affection draped in possession, attention marked with control, and nicknames spewed out to keep you tethering for more and more. Never once, looking out your birdcage when your eyes are solely set on him. And he’ll ensure that, with strings and chains.

Roronoa Zoro 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

- brat/dom dynamic, praise

- Lazy, sleepy but disciplined and righteous. This man doesn’t play regarding you. You’re his girl.

- Zoro isn’t the type of guy to show you off but he won’t mind it if you cling onto his arm in public for the world to see, or turn him into your personal body guard. No. He’ll protect, shield and nudge you to the side—yes he will grumble, yes he will scowl but he wouldn’t let you out of his sight for a second. Not because you aren’t capable, but because he’s protective, observant and always ready to get you out of harms way. Lousy, but loyal. Fiercely so.

- With that established, petnames under his guise are casual, aloof. “Babe” “woman” or when he grumbles under his breath after you nag to him about how he forgot your snacks; “must you be so damn bossy, lady.” and then he’ll go and get your snacks without further complaint.

- He says it with a tone like it’s a drag, a pain in his butt and yet, there will be a hand on your waist, a shoulder to always lean on and eyes always glazing over your shape. Low, watching and yearning.

- “Mlem, where is the NSFW???” Look here pretty, petnames in bed remain rather civil — the “babe” elevates to “baby”, and it's either in the most lousy tone or as if to mock you. He’d call you "pretty", maybe “beautiful” when he feels especially soft but other than that; he's aloof.

- sure, Zoro’s lazy even in bed but if you’re a brat? The kind that talks back? tease with petty comments and attitude testing his every turn? He's a brat tamer. Talk to the wall. Zoro is a prideful man but he likes a good fight, and when you’re being all difficult and bratty? It turns him on like no other, knowing he can get you screaming his name in private quarters, saying the most nastiest things in your ear, voice low and husky as he talks you through it.

- and if that attitude is still up; best know he’s going to bite back, rough, mocking; the softer petnames become taunting, mean. “Hah? What’s the matter baby? You were talkin’ a bunch of shit just a second ago, what happened?” Zoro says with a cocky smile on his face, knowing damn well you can’t talk back with your lips around his dick, his tip hitting the roof of your walls as he forces you further down by the back of your head.

- Zoro is a tease. He edges, taunts and mocks at the state you’re in whilst relentlessly thrusting into you, and every time you’re about to reach your high—he slows, withdraws and forces you into a lewder position against the wall. “I know baby, I know—you can take it—fuck, yeah,” Zoro’s voice vibrates across your neck, hot and flaring as he fucks you through it, hands on your thighs to press you deeper onto his cock. “spread your legs for me, you can do that can’t you, pretty girl?” your walls squeezes at that nickname, and you can feel his lips curving into a smile at that reaction. His voice is husky, a tone of condescension hidden beneath the breaths as he thrust into you. “You like that? You like being called pretty?”

- Zoro manhandles; toss you across the bed, slam you against the wall, arch your limbs in such way it makes you strain and all he’ll offer as comfort is a kiss below your neck—”shhh, I’ll help your stretchin’ routine later, ‘kay baby?” he says, gripping you harder, rougher, not once seeming to let you go.

- His strength is a force; no matter how much you squirm against him he'll keep you pinned down; hand pushing down your head against the sheets, or an arm locked around your neck as he pounds into you from behind. And he loves, how utterly useless, small and vulnerable you are against his grip.

Summary: Zoro is the type of boyfriend that rolls with anything you roll with. You openly tell him you like being called “angel”? Next morning rolls off his tongue as if he’s called you it a a thousand times already; natural and casual. And in bed, there is no difference. You want to be called degrading nicknames? He’ll comply, and maybe it’ll leave his mouth a little bit too good

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[traflawgarr]

hii! what characters do you write for?

hello!

on my mlist, those are the characters i write for, but my regulars are

law, zoro, sanji, donquixote brothers. i do write for others upon request but those are my most written for!

[traflawgarr]

hi chat sorry i've been mia from tumblr for a bit🫠 finals week is coming up so im busting my ass. in the mean time, feel free to send reqs! the minute im done, ill be writing all the fics i swore i'd put out LOL

much love, a

[coquettelust]

soft love and rough sex

[mlemiie]

And I instantly thought of Roronoa Zoro,,,, ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

soft!Zoro who let's you doze off leaning against his shoulder, not moving a muscle in fear of waking you up.

rough!Zoro who chokes you hard enough to make you sob as he gives you backshots, spit drooling down your chin and he won't take pity on you.

soft!Zoro who wipes your hands after a battle, his touch clumsy but gentle, as if careful to not hurt you.

rough!Zoro who pushes your face down his cock, and when you gag he'll only smirk, "what's the matter? I thought you say you could handle it?" he says, pushing you further down with a chuckle in his tone.

soft!Zoro who carries you over puddles and mudbaths with a grumpy frown, "what am I? Your servant?" he grumbles, but refuses to let you go when you try and squirm off his grasp.

rough!Zoro who pins down your wrists hard enough to leave dents and bruises, breath hot on your ear as he whispers filth.

soft!Zoro who ties your shoe laces, helps you slip off your heels and gives your ankle one soft kiss without thinking.

rough!Zoro who makes you ride him in cowgirl, slapping and gripping your ass when you slow down, "quit being lazy." he taunts you, whilst letting you do all the work.

soft!Zoro who lets you cling onto his arm during briefings or walks, completely unbothered as if you were meant to be there, stuck and pressed to him.

dont mind the spelling errors, I wrote this whilst in class, screen on full brightness as my professor goes through his 97 slide powerpoint #ovulation ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

[traflawgarr]

oh this is filthy and perfect, mlem🧎‍♀️

[traflawgarr]

SMUT 18+ | Anatomy Lesson with Dr. Law

pairing- law x f!reader

cw: college au, unprotected pıv sẹx, he talks you through it overstımulation, lowkey manhandeling teehee, fıngering, praise, mıssionary, mating press, breeding kınk, squırting, clıt stimulation, yes it's pierced, after care, soft law

lesson one | lesson two (here)

After the first 'lesson' you had with your boyfriend, Law was beyond proud to find out you passed your musculoskeletal exam a week after taking the test.

"That's my girl," He said with a smile, giving you a kiss on the lips. In your hand, was your phone with a "99%" on the screen.

"The professor said I got the highest mark in the class and asked how I did it." You smiled, watching him whip up dinner.

"What did you tell her?" Law looked at you with a knowing and perverted look in your eyes. You blushed and looked away.

"I-I just told her that I went to the tutoring sessions at the lab" You stammered embarrassingly.

"Did you also tell her that your boyfriend with a medical degree fingered you until you ans－" "Shut up!!" You hushed your boyfriend before he could say anything else.

"I'm just teasing. Go relax, I'll have dinner ready soon. I also restocked on your favorite snacks." Law told you with a natural smile. You grabbed the cookies and smoothie he had in the fridge for you. "Oh, I can't wait to marry you." You whispered to yourself and the word reached Law's ears.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

Law chuckled and continued to cook. You cracked open your laptop and finished your work for the digestive system. "Baby?" You called out from the living room and he peeked his head out. "Something wrong?"

"No, I'm just doing some labeling for the digestive system. What's the longest portion of your small intestine?" You awaited his answer, twirling a pen in your hand.

"The ileum, it's the final section and it extends from the jejunum to your ileocecal valve." Law spoke casually, like the complexities of the human body were as simple as the tattoos on the back of his hand. In fairness, studying medicine for a decade, it probably was simple for him.

"The ileum...absorbs bile salts...okay." You whispered to yourself, working through your notes and finishing it up. "Might as well get a head start on the reproductive system..." You hummed, flipping to the next page when Law placed a bowl of teriyaki chicken, vegetables on a bed of steaming rice.

He flopped next to you on the couch and looked down at your notes. "Reproductive system huh..." Law eyed you, like he already had a lesson in mind for you. "Uh-huh! It's the last set of chapters for the semester and I'll finally be free. A few friends who took this course before me told me how the reproductive system killed them so I'm a bit nervous."

Law saw you fidgeting with your pen and he took your hand into his. "It'll be fine. Let's eat first and I'll teach you all you need to know about it, alright?" You nodded, taking your bowl and eating with him. He put on a random show while the two of you talked about mundane things.

He cleaned up while you opened your slides about the system. Law settled back next to you, a gentle hand on your hip while you took notes from your slides.

"You remember from the endocrine system that's involved with your sex hormones right?" He looked down at you nodding eagerly.

"Could never forget it when you drilled it into my head." He chuckled at your statement, kissing your temple. "It's for the best. Remember your FSH stimulates the maturation and growth of eggs in females, and sperm for males. LSH..." Your phone pings as he explains, lighting up with a notification that read "Fertile window! Your ovulation is coming up!" He read the notification and chuckled.

"Look at that perfect timing. The LSH stimulates ovulation while in men, triggers testosterone production." Watching Law's hand trace the diagrams and his deep voice made it hard to focus. You could blame it on ovulation, or just admit that this man made you unbelievably horny with ease.

"Are you listening?" Law turned his face to you and you nodded. "Yes! Of course, I got it." Law read the lie through your teeth and smirked. "Alright then. Let's focus on the anatomy of the sex organs, shall we? We'll begin with the male anatomy...

He walked you through the structures of the penis. From the testicles to the bulbous head.

"Could you tell me which part of the penis is responsible for maintaining erection?" Law looked down at your flustered face, chuckling. "The...the uh, corpus cavernosum?" He pressed his lips to your temple.

"That's right...and right now...mine's doing its job just seeing you." He whispered gravelling into your ear. He teased you, bringing your hand to his crotch and feeling his erection. You let out a soft gasp, shocked but also equally as turned on as he was.

"We'll get to that later. But remember that sexual arousal is caused by a number of factors, including hormones, physical and mental stimulation. But for me? All I need is you." He bit your ear, earning a whimper.

"Let's continue on, shall we?" His voice and casualness of basically saying you make him horny made studying impossible.

Law continued to ask questions and you answered to the best of your ability. With every answer, his hand slowly stimulated you; like the ocean's shore slowly pulling back before a big tsunami. His hand was slowly massaging underneath your breasts.

"Moving onto the female anatomy...one fact you're definitely aware of is how sensitive your breasts are during ovulation, right?" His warm hands massaged sensually, slowly easing the ache but also making your cunt throb.

"Yeah, always super sensitive and warm" You quietly admitted. Law let out a soft chuckle before explaining, "Because of the surge of estrogen levels, it stimulates your breast tissue, making it heavier and tender." He kissed your shoulder.

"Is that why you always want to suck on them when I'm ovulating?" You smirked up at him and he chuckled again, "Guilty as charged, baby." He replied, honey-voiced.

"We've already gone over the muscles of the vagina so we'll focus on the phases women go through. But first, can you answer what the purpose of the reproductive system is?" He looked expectantly at you, hand pausing.

"Well..." you began, "...It's to create new life?" You looked at him for confirmation and he nodded. "You're almost there. Yes, specifically for women, it's to create new life, but also for gamete formation, lactation, fertilization. In men...meiosis and all that fun stuff that eventually leads to life like you and I." You were in awe of how graceful he was with his words despite his shameless hands.

Law's soothing voice and dangerous hands felt like heaven and hell at the same time. You tried focusing but your hips had a different plan in mind. You raised your hips, trying to chase his hand and he spanked you lightly on the thigh.

"Uh-uh. Until you can thoroughly understand the reproductive system, you can't just get what you want." He kissed your shoulder

"C'mon, Law! It's...it's just so hard to focus when you're purposely making me horny!!" You whined, earning a laugh from him. Your face was flushed warm with embarrassment. "I can't believe you just admitted that out loud." He shut your laptop and turned you around. "I'll have to teach you another way." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before manhandling you so your back met the couch, shocking you.

"La-Law!" "Shh, tutoring session is going on. Can't have my student slacking right, baby?" He kissed your lips, capturing your moans. Law's tongue prodded your lips, as if he were wordlessly asking for permission to which you complied. Your tongue and his swirled around like a lewd dance in your oral cavities. His hands effortlessly removed your shirt, pulling away for a moment then continuing his ministrations. He kicked his sweats off, leaving you two in just your underwear.

He pulled away, not too far, whispering, "You're so beautiful, love" He spoke between kissing. Law's words made you throb so much you swore you could orgasm on the spot.

Law pulled away again, the string of saliva the last connection between you two before breaking. "I love how fucked out you look without even me doing anything" He teased, hand tracing. "Shut up, you're doing this on purpose.." Your words got caught up in a whine when his thumb caught your clitoris. "Tsk, I don't remember saying you could talk back. Last time I remembered, you still have a lesson. Now where were we..." Law's hand traced your dripping pussy through your soaked panties.

"Can you tell me what allows you to be this soaked?" Even with you being a mess, Law spoke clinically, like he was assessing a patient. A shameless moan escaped your lips, making Law's head shake. "C'mon. You're a smart girl. Answer me." He leaned down, your eyebrows knit tight, eyes glazing over.

"It's..it's high levels of estrogen and sexual arousal. The stimulation al-allows for blood vessels to dilate and the vagina is sensitive." He smiled down at you as he ripped off your panties, fingers tracing around.

"Could you tell me what my finger's tracing?" Your breathing hitched with the bare stimulation without your panties in the way.

"M-my labia majora" You squeaked out.

"Correct. What about now?" "The vul-vulva."

He nodded, "Last one. What about..."

You let out a cry when his fingers flicked your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"M-my clit!" He shook his head. "Not the right term, baby. What is it?" You whimpered into the back of your hand. "M-my clitoris...!"

"That's it. Good girl." He smiled and his long fingers finally penetrated you. The obscene sounds filled the air along with your shameless moans.

"Y-yes! Feels good－fuck!ーRight there!" You arched into his touch. Law took his other thumb and flicked your clit, throwing you over the edge. His fingers were diligently, the heel of his palm slapping against your clit every time, tips of his digits curling up to press onto your g-spot.

"I'm-I'm coming!" You cried out, hands scrambling to hold onto something. Law's hands didn't let up. It slowed for a moment, giving you a false sense that he was riding out your orgasm before continuing his brutal pace.

"W-wait! Law!" Your wide eyes and desperate cries made him smile sadistically. "You're good, baby. You can take it, right?" Law's gaze on you was dangerous, like he was analyzing his prey.

"Feels weird. Law, wait! I'm gonnaーfeels like 'm gonna pee!" He shushed you, continuing his ministrations. "Just let go for me. You deserve to feel good.

Your legs were twitching uncontrollably as you came, cunt squeezing his fingers tightly. A warm liquid gushing out of your pussy, staining Law's hand, the couch, and his abdomen.

"Fuck...I need to feel you do that again but on my cock this time." Law slowly retracted his hand, tasting your sweet release and admiring the rise and fall of your chest with every deep ventilation.

You sat up on your elbows with what little strength you had, watching him take off his boxers, cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. The shine of his piercings in the light along the underside of his cock made you shiver.

"Ovulation is often the best time for conception." He leaned in, cockhead pressing against your entrance. "Tell me to stop, I fear once I'm in you, I won't be able to stop." He looked down at you, eyes glazing and full of lust.

"Don't pull out. Need to feel all of you, baby." You whimpered and he kissed your lips. "Wasn't planning to." With that, he slowly pushed into your cunt, the two of you both moaning in ecstasy. The initial coolness of his piercings made you shiver with a moan. Law bottomed out and didn't give you time to adjust, full sending it and setting a brutal pace sure to bruise your cervix.

"Ah-! Law－hngg, feels so good!" His pelvis slapped against your clit, stimulating you even more with every thrust. "Rig-right there!" You cried out, arms wrapping around his neck to anchor yourself as Law fucked you into another plane.

"God, you're so fucking wet for me. So fucking good, creaming all over my cock." Law spoke dirty praises to your ear. With every drag of his cock, you could feel the balls of his piercing heightening your stimulation along with the veins of his cock.

You've completely forgotten about your study session that your laptop's screen was timed out, the darkness reflecting the obscenity. Law was just as vocal as you, deep grunts and groans escaping his lips with every thrust back into your core. "Can you feel how much you'reーfuckーpulsing around me? It feels so fucking divine, my love." His words shot straight to your cunt, making it pulse.

"Seems my, ah- words have an effect on you too." He groaned into your ear. Law's hands found the back of your thighs and pushed your legs to your chest.

"F-fuck! So deep, Law! Ngh－too much, too much!" You could barely move in the filthy position he had you in. Law's thrust was heavy now. His cockhead assaulted your g-spot with every thrust of his hips.

"That's it. It feels so warm and good." He looked at your face which was stained with tears of pleasure, making his hips stutter. Law's mind was dizzy as yours was, if not worse. Stars and planets were filling your vision as the pleasure was out of this world.

"Fuck, I'm close, baby. Gonan cum in you...watch my seed drip out of you." Obscene words that were not characteristics of your boyfriend spilled out.

"Wanna cum together, baby. Please!" He buried his face into your neck and made his thrust heavier. "Cum..cum with me." He whispered against the crook of your neck.

With one last thrust, Law came deep into your pussy, warm seed spilling. You gushed all over him again, a strangled cry escaping your mouth.

"My baby, so nasty and pathetic, yet so fucking good for me." He quietly babbled, cock softening in your pussy before pulling out. His seed spilled, making his mouth go dry for a moment.

"Let's get cleaned up, yeah?" He kissed your temple and you nodded. Law lifted you to the bath, running warm water and sitting in the tub before slowly lowering you.

"Anything sore, baby?" Law pampered you with gentle kisses as he massaged your inner thighs.

"No, just between my legs." You giggled, making him smile. He washed your hair with your favorite scented shampoo, working in the suds. Law meticulously cleaned your cunt with medical precision, making sure no potential infection would arise.

After cleaning himself up, Law dried the two of you, dressing you in one of his shirts and a clean pair of underwear. You curled up by his side, full of bliss and content. Law watched you with a loving gaze.

"You remember everything I taught you, love?" Law chuckled, watching you nod knowing you probably don't. The aftersex feeling riddled your mind. "Of course I'll remember. I've got the best tutor around." You mumbled softly, eyes threatening to shut.

"I know you will. You're my smart girl after all. I'm sure you'll get full marks on this next exam." Law kissed the top of your head and hugged you close as he felt your body slump over when you fell asleep. He watched you sleep, a blissful look on your face made him feel at ease.

"I can't wait to marry you." He whispered sweetly against your temple before falling asleep himself.

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a/n- guess who's learning about the reproductive system😝 i'm lowkey proud of this fic, i'm so happy w/ how it turned out hehehe

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life update! i got quite a few new followers so plz read over my general blog rules before interacting :3

anyway, i finished two exams back to back (lord im tired) and i have three fics coming up within the next two weeks (all smut GASP) one of them for a character i've NEVER written for before im so so excited >u<

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- shows up for 5 chapters

- dies

- hasn’t appeared in the manga in over a decade

- has no relation to any of the main cast

- barely relevant to the story

- most popular marine in the series

- outranks his top-tier villain brother

Donquixote Rosinante the character you are. You are so loved by the fandom.

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SMUT 18+ | Anatomy Lesson with Dr. Law

lesson one (here) | lesson two

pairing- law x f!reader

cw: college au, slight edging and overstimulation, fingering, no pıv sẹx (yet), praise

The incandescent lights was comforting as the stress of anatomy was getting to you, specifically the muscles. You and Law were sitting in your shared apartment's living room, notes scattered, laptop open on slides that Law made for you.

"Let's start up at the head, okay?" He looked at you, determined and focused. He pointed to the forehead of the model on screen. "Could you tell me what this muscle is?"

"Aponeurosis. It's a sheet of collagen fiber that anchors muscle to bone or other muscles." You answered proudly and Law smiled.

"Good job" He kissed your forehead. "Next, what about these muscles?" Law pointed to the eyebrows

"Hmm...that's your orbicularis oris?" "Close. It's oculi. Easy to confused, but don't stress." You labeled the diagram on your notebook, Law watching with pride.

"And what are its origin, insertion, and the action?" He studied your face for a moment, watching you flip through notes, seeing how your brain was working.

"Origin is the frontal bone, insertion is your eyelids, and the action is for blinking." You turned your head to him for confirmation and he smiled. "Correct."

He taught you through the facial muscles, correcting any mistake you made. Once you were able to recite the muscles with ease, he moved on. "Let's move onto your thoracic region. We can throw in the upper extremities while we're at it." You froze for a moment, watching him remove his jacket, revealing his bare arms. His upper body was clad in nothing but a white tank top, his tattoos peaking through.

Law watched you oggle, make him smirk. "Focus. You'll have time for these muscles once you get those down." He brought a finger to your chin, closing your mouth that you didn't even know opened.

Law took the mouse and hovered it over a muscle on the neck, "Can you tell me this muscle, and all of its features?" Your mouth was dry. It was hard to focus.

"That's the uh...sternocleidomastoid. Its origin is the sternum and clavicle, inserts at the mastoid...I don't know the action." Suddenly, the room grew warm. You shrugged off your jacket and Law turned to you. He watched as a thin sheet of sweat was precipitating on your chest and he had to hold back.

"The sternocleidomastoid..." Law began. He took your chin into his thumb, middle, and forefinger, "...Is responsible for moving your your head laterally," He moves your head left and right "and for nodding." Law moves your head accordingly. "Make sense?" You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"Perfect. You can feel the muscle right here." Law's two fingers traced your neck where the muscle was, making you squeeze your thighs together. He noticed the effect he had on you and decided to take advantage of it.

"Here. I'll just show you the muscle and you'll tell me the actions of the muscle. I know you're smart." He kissed your temple.

"But first, where did I kiss you and what are the features?" You let out a soft sigh before answering. "The temporalis, origin is the temporal fossa, inserts at the mandible. Helps chew" His hands were gentle massaging you up and down, making you shiver. "That's right." Law's voice was sultry, making you grow all the more aroused. You always loved when Law spoke in such a tone, making you weak.

"Is my girl feeling needy right now?" You nodded and he tsked. "Words, baby. I know you're smart." He spoke with a hint of condescension. "Ye-yeah. I am, Law." You whispered as he pulled you onto his lap.

"Good girl. Now where was I..." He hummed, scrolling on your laptop before landing on the thoracic region. "You have your pectoralis major. You should be familiar with it since you love to lay on mine." He teased. You can feel the firmness of his chest, making you blush. "What can you tell me about it?" He looked down at your face which was heating up. His hand massaged your abdomen slowly, up and down.

Law's hand was hot, making it difficult to focus. "We-well, it adducts, flexes and extends the humerous joint..." You recalled without letting out any needy sounds, though your thighs pressed together already spoke louder than anything.

"Right. In females, the pectoralis muscle..." Law's hand moved up to cup your breasts under your shirt, making you gasp. "...is under the breasts. These don't have muscle, but are rather made of fat and glandular tissue." His hand was gentle massaging your underboob, making you squirm.

"Focus. I'll give you what you want, m'kay?" Law spoke softly into your ear, biting the tip.

He continued explain the muscles, going down to your stomach. One hand traced down to your belly, the other stayed on your breast, your tank top sleeve slipping off. "The muscle here? It's your rectus abdominis. Can you tell me what is its action?" Law asked casually like you weren't losing your mind.

"It...it flexes the lumbar spine and-shit!" You lurched forward when he put a little pressure on your lower belly.

"Good...if we go down further..." Law's hand dips into your pajamas and your hip twitches. He lifts you up slightly to pull down your pajamas. "We find the ischiocavernosus..." his fingers spread open your lips, exposing your twitching clit. "Law, I'm so close." The hand on your tit and the other tweaking with your clit was too much. Your hips were lifted to chase the friction.

Law moved his fingers away from your clit and lightly spanked your thigh. "Shh, relax. You'll get what you want like I said. Now, tell me the purpose of this muscles."

You whined in frustration. "It's..It's to maintain erection of the clitoris in females and penis in males" You jerked forward when his finger was on your clit again. "Good job. You even mentioned the male anatomy." He smiled over your shoulder, watching his hand move further down to your entrance.

"One more muscle...what is this and what does it do?" Law's fingertip dipped into your entrance, teasing you. You let out a pathetic whimper, arching into his touch. Your hand gripped his forearm. "It's...fuck, Law. I need it, please!" You whined. "Just answer this last question, baby. You can do it." Law smiled against your shoulder.

"It's the bulbo－s-spongiosus. It..aids in..e-ejaculation and erection, around the op-opening of the vaginal hole and bulb of the pe-penis!" You let out a cry the minute he plunged his fingers into your pussy. The noise was nasty and filled the air.

"Good girl, so wet from just an anatomy lesson. My dirty girl." Law moved his wrist deliciously in the way he knows you like. You arched your back, moaning without a care in the world.

"Ah, fuck Law! Rightーngh, there!" He tilted your chin and kissed you messily, drinking in your moans. Feelings your walls tighten around his tattooed fingers, he made his pace heavier, curling up to stimulate that spongey spot making you see stars.

"You deserve it, so cum" He smiled into the crook of your neck, watching you cry out in ecstasy. His hand didn't slow, making you whine. Law didn't let up, even as he fingered you into overstimulation, watching you writhe in pleasure.

"Too...Too much! Law, 'm sensiti－oh fuck!" You came again, squeezing his fingers. Law slowed his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm. He removed his hand, massaging your hips softly.

Law brought the fingers to his mouth, "So sweet." He moved them to your mouth, to which you silently obeyed. He kissed your temple and whispered sweet praises.

"You're so good and smart for me. Let's rest." He lifted you bridal style, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He grabbed a warm cloth and cleaned between your legs and you let out a soft whimper.

Law chuckled, putting the rag in the bathroom and joining you in bed. You curled up to your side and you traced his muscles.

"Perhaps you need a lesson in the reproductive system. But for now, you need rest." Law whispered into your ear, making you shiver in anticipation.

"I can't wait, Dr. Law" You chuckled and he smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Good night, my sweet girl."

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everybody thank @mlemiie for fueling my creativity😹✌️

also can u guys tell im taking anatomy and physiology?😓 i wish law would talk me through it and maybe i'd pass

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i have a nasty fic coming up soon, im so excited🫦🤤

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Bewitched

pairing- katakuri x f!reader

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, arranged marriage, bullying, overthinking, cold katakuri, spiraling, shutting down/distancing, descriptions of panic attacks, misunderstandings, brief thoughts of death, yes reader is sensitive leave her alone

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How did it end up like this? One day, you were a rogue pirate, going around jumping from crew to crew for survival, stealing so you could have food in your stomach, but now you were in the face of one of the Four Emperors.

Charlotte Linlin.

Big Mom.

Next to her is her second son, Charlotte Katakuri. You've heard so much about this family and how strong they are, especially one of the Sweet Three Generals that stood in front of you. Katakuri held an aura that made anyone kneel out of fear.

He took one look at you and could tell you weren't a merciless fighter. You were confident in the face of Big Mom but he could see the cracks. He could see how it was all a front from the moment you stepped in.

Katakuri felt something foreign stir in him. He couldn't put a name on it but seeing someone so gentle being wedded to a man that hurts people when they look at his face funny? It felt wrong.

"Good choice! Be smart and save your loved ones to be with my son, Katakuri. He's quite strong and I've heard so much about your skills as a pirate." Big Mom's voice echoed throughout the room. You remained unmoving yet on the inside, you were quivering in fear.

"Now go along you two! Go on and get acquainted. The wedding is in three days." She smiled brightly before glaring down at you specifically.

"Don't try anything funny. He'll snap you like nothing." Big Mom's imposing voice sent a chill down your spine.

You walked out towards the garden with Katakuri. Despite his towering height, his footsteps were damn near silent. You two stopped at a gazebo, singing flowering surrounding it.

The tall man stares daggers at you, you can’t see below his nose due to his scarf, but you can tell he’s frowning at you.

“I’m only going through with this for Big Mom and my family.” He speaks with a neutral tone, not expressing any emotion though there was a threatening undertone you could read.

"I figured that much..." Your heart had a weird ache. You weren't for the marriage but not entirely against it. A marriage with one of Big Mom's kid meant you didn't have to worry about when's the next meal or not having a home.

"I only agreed so none of my loved ones get hurt. Guess we're both in the same boat." You lied straight through your teeth. In reality, you had no one.

A part of you held a small flame of hope in your heart. You pathetically clung onto it; maybe within the next three days, he'd have a change of heart.

The scent of donuts and the crinkle of wrappers snapped you out of your thoughts. In his hand, Katakuri had a donut－chocolate frosting with an assortment of colorful sprinkles.

"Look away." Katakuri's voice was deep, almost threatening. You quickly turned your back, looking down at your legs. You noticed how your knees had been locked the entire time out of fear.

"Deep breaths. Relax. This isn't bad. Better than being alone and surviving off of rotten bread and robbing people." You inhaled and exhaled

After finishing his donuts, Katakuri cleared his throat.

"Yes?" You turned around, craning your neck up to look at him. Katakuri's gaze was unreadable. Usually you could read others but he was a closed book

"Don't look miserable. This marriage is just for business. There's nothing to worry about." He spoke with facts, not remarks. For some reason, you felt disheartened. The kindhearted side of you hoped something...anything would come out of this marriage.

So a loveless marriage.

You were going into a loveless marriage and this was going to be how your life is until you're six feet under. Katakuri was stoic, cold, and unreadable. Love? Impossible for this man. That's what you thought. So you made it your goal to at least sway the tall man a little.

First stop, his sibling, specifically Brûlée.

"My brother? Well he's quite fond of donuts." She looked down at you, jotting down on a little notepad his likes and dislikes.

"I must warn you. He doesn't like it when others look at his face." Brûlèe warned you and you quirked an eyebrow.

"Why is that?"

"Curiosity kills the cat. Find out and your head is gone." She chuckles maniacally, almost scaring you. "Got it..." You backed away slowly before going to a local bakery

"Two dozen please." You ordered and the baker kindly gave you the boxes of donuts. After paying, you returned to the castle. Clutching the box of donuts, you spotted Katakuri in the garden again, staring at his reflection. You looked away with a soft gasp and Katakuri heard. He made his way towards you, eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"You saw, didn't you?" His hands balled into a fist

"No! I swear I didn't, I only saw your back!" Your back hit the pillar and he backed off, noticing the donuts.

"Here. These are for you..." You held them out, looking away. Katakuri was frozen for a moment before taking the boxes and building a mochi house, hiding himself.

"Wait! I was hoping we'd...share." You sighed and stared at the white pillar of his mochi home. There was no getting through with this man. The cold indifference made your heart ache.

You sat nearby just staring, wondering and thinking things to get your mind off the whole situation.

"The whole thing is just sad. I can't help but feel bad for her." Smoothie whispered from a distance. Amande nodded her head, watching you just sit in silence while your fiancè was enjoying himself.

"Poor girl. And to think she's supposed to be our brother's wife?" Amande whispered.

"I think it's pathetic." Cracker voiced out unapologetically. He was within earshot of you and you felt your heart crumble just a bit.

"There's no way someone like her can measure up to Katakuri's strength." He rambled and bad mouthed you while his sisters just listened.

The mochi structure began to come down and the siblings quickly walked off. You looked up and Katakuri was staring down at you.

"What are you doing?" You stood up and dusted yourself off. "I didn't know where to go and well...I'd just love to get to know you! Since the wedding is in two days." You flashed a nervous smile.

That smile.

So innocent that it repulses Katakuri. Someone like you shouldn't be with him but the way you looked made his heart stutter for a millisecond.

"Don't bother. You're wasting my time with such trivial matters. And stop frowning like a kid who didn't get candy." He caught you mid frown, not even a full one. It was like he could read into the future.

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry" You apologized meekly.

An apology.

One of many that would come out of your mouth that not even Katakuri would predict.

The following day, the day before the wedding ceremony, Big Mom held a tea party for you and the family. However, you had no family. No friends. It was just you and the expanse of the Charlotte family.

"Come on, don't be shy, little [name]! You're our family now" Big Mom's words did nothing to reassure the nauseating feeling in your stomach. Katakuri offered no comfort, just sipping on tea.

"Don't tease her!"

"She's so small! Katakuri could mistake her for a bug!"

"How would it work if they're in be-"

A plate fell, interrupting whoever was about to utter the last sentence.

"Now, children. Don't be so rash! I'm sure Katakuri will treat [name] well, right?" Big Mom looked at her son to which he offered indifference.

You don't know what hurt more.

The fact that you were alone.

Or the fact that Katakuri felt absolutely nothing for you, maybe even disdain. Again, unreadable. The entire tea party, you were spaced out with a blank smile. The entire situation was just...sad. Everyone ate, discussed topics regarding the rest of the world, all while you sat next to Katakuri. You looked up at him and he turned his head, eyebrows tight knit. You offered him a smile and he just turned away.

By the end of the tea party, you ate only a single sandwich and pastry, unable to stomach any food while your fiancè devoured countless donuts.

"No use in moping. Let's try to talk to him again!" You hopelessly thought and followed Katakuri like a lost puppy.

"So...I see you like donuts a lot. What do you like about them? I've personally never tried it before." You tried making conversation and he just stopped in his tracks.

"They're good," His words were cold, "Here." He dropped one in your hand upon hearing you haven't tried any. Taking a bite, you enthusiastically agreed, hoping to go on his good side.

Katakuri rolled his eyes at your reaction but a small part of him was secretly glad you liked it. The fire in your heart was slowly going out, shrinking to a tiny ember.

He walked away, leaving you alone in the echoing halls. He was going to be your husband tomorrow. You felt utterly hopeless. Every smile is met with glares.

Every conversation is met with one word answers, or nothing at all.

Every outreached hand is met with a back.

Tomorrow would be the last chance of salvation. With a deep breath, you went into your room, stray tears falling as sleep overtook you.

The morning sun filtered in through the window, shining down on your face. You eased your quivering heart and got yourself ready. Smoothie helped you do your hair. Despite being Katakuri's younger sister, she was surprisingly kind.

"Just smile, alright?" She reassured me, fixing your hair. One look in the mirror and you looked gorgeous.

"To think of someone so kind as you marrying my brother..." She whispered, doing last minute touches. "What would happen if I chose to leave this marriage?" You asked her, making eye contact in the mirror. She stared long for a moment before answering.

"A loved one's head would be at your feet." She spoke like it wasn't the grimmest thing you've heard.

"And if I have no family member?"

"Your head is gone." Smoothie deadpans before chuckling, reassuring you it was all a joke but it didn't feel like it.

Just before the wedding would begin, you walked around the halls to ease your nerves when suddenly your name was muttered.

"I don't know why. She's not...what I thought she was...too sensitive." Katakuri muttered to Cracker. He chuckled and crossed his arms. "Cold feet? That's a surprise." Cracker laughs at the unamused brother.

"Just go through with it. If she does something crazy then Big Mom will have her dealt with, end of story." He shrugged, making Katakuri bristle with anger.

Their conversation was making you nauseous. You couldn't stand it. You walked away before you could hear more...before the words would further damage your sensitive heart.

"It's not cold feet." Katakuri explained. "She's fragile but not foreign to battles. [name] is too good for a family like this. I can't give her the love she deserves." The tall man was uncharacteristically soft, even catching Cracker off guard.

"Well, let's go. It's time for the wedding." The two walked out to the terrace.

It was time.

The terrace was blooming with energy. It was beautiful yet contrasted the internal feelings stirring within you.

Katakuri was at the end of the aisle, suit with a maroon tie matching his hair. He kept the scarf of course. He watched you, a gorgeous being. Katakuri felt his heart stutter. You were so beautiful, how can someone like you be wedded to a ruthless fighter like him?

Each step you took, it felt heavier and heavier. You kept your cool, wearing a gentle smile that could sway any soul. The seemingly endless walk finally ended with you in front of Katakuri.

You remembered the crude words that came from his mouth, making you feel all the more smaller.

Behind the veil, he could see the red rims under your eyes. He felt something along the lines of guilt. Someone like you deserves to be with someone kinder, someone who can give you the love you deserve.

Katakuri suddenly remembers all of your kind gestures leading up to this moment; the short and friendly conversations, occasionally checking up on him, offering him the best donuts, but most of all? Turning around without asking, respecting his wishes of not wanting to be seen when he indulges in his favorite foods.

The officiant began, "We are gathered to celebrate the marriage between the second son of the Charlotte family, Charlotte Katakuri, and [name]." The lack of special titles for you really hit the nail on the coffin. You truly had nothing going for you and Katakuri could see how much this hurts you.

He took your hand into his, the first physical contact. Katakuri noticed how incredible small your hand was and how soft it was compared to his. He slipped the ring on without paying half a mind while you placed the ring on his finger. Katakuri watched you slip the ring on with such care and caution, like you'd break him; not that you'd be able to but the fact that you were being gentle with him spoke volume.

"By the power invested in me, you are now officially husband and wife. You may now kiss" The officiant smiled and Katakuri looked down in that same cold indifferent look. Your heart stuttered and not in the loving way. In a way that made you feel guilty for all of this. Like this marriage was your fault.

Katakuri bent down and you tiptoed, opting to kiss his cheek rather than his lips. The terrace erupted into cheers, the audience watching as you and Katakuri walked down the aisle.

At the dinner table in the garden, you two sat, waiting for the family to trickle in. You silently handed him a handkerchief.

Confused, he asked, "What is this for?"

You looked away in shame, "For kissing you. I know I'm...repulsive, not someone you'd want to call your wife. I'm sorry." His eyes widened for a moment.

Apologizing for a kiss? And you're giving him a rag to wipe away your kiss like it was poison on his skin.

"Enough. That's not necessary." His words came across more gruff than intended. You looked down, face heating up and eyes burning from holding back tears.

"Yeah, you're right." You cleared your throat and discretely dabbed away the tears that threatened to ruin your perfect make up. Katakuri looked down at you, sensing your distress. He didn't comment on it, rather choosing to ignore you but moving closer to you.

The dinner was stuffy and insufferable. You wanted nothing more than to curl up and disappear from the world. The waitresses served dinner, as it sang.

You looked around the garden. It felt like the sky was falling in, your view became distorted. Being alone and paired with Katakuri's indifference was making you nauseous. Suddenly, your dress felt tight. Your make up felt like acid against your face, you needed to leave.

Katakuri looked down at you spiraling but doing a terrible job at hiding it. "Hey, relax. You're fine." His words lacked comfort which was all you wanted.

"I'm sorry, Katakuri. I'll...I'll leave." You whispered quietly through strained tears. You quietly dismissed yourself, not one soul paying a mind...other than Katakuri.

The clicking of your heels echoed in the hall. Katakuri followed you, wanting to reach out but hesitated. He reluctantly returned to the seat.

"Hmm? What happened to your lovely bride, Katakuri?" Big Mom leaned down, observing her son's stoic expression. "Sick probably. Or nerves. What does it matter..." His voice of indifference made Big Mom laugh.

"Marriage nerves? How ridiculous. I hope she comes to her senses." She spoke as a large slice of the wedding cake went into her mouth.

The dinner concluded and Katakuri made it to his room across from yours. He listened to your soft cries and hiccups. On the other side, you were curled up on the bed, whispering soft apologies into the air.

The night air that breezed in your room offered some comfort for you. The cold wind felt more welcoming than this family. A grim thought invaded your mind before you could erase it:

"Was I better off dying than going into this marriage?"

That thought would follow you into your dreamscape as sleep took over.

The following morning, you felt sluggish. You decided to make yourself presentable; depuffing your face, minimal make up, and a simple sundress. The ring on your finger was a heavy reminder of the life you chose, or forced into. You stared at it for a moment before walking out of your room. While walking to the family, you decided to just stay out of Katakuri's hair, not wanting to bother him more than you already have.

You joined the family for breakfast, though not everyone is present. You ate next to Smoothie as she was seemingly 'kinder' than the others, though still held her tough demeanor.

The talks were about seemingly mundane things like where you were from to why you were a lonely pirate. Your talks of survival intrigued the others; how someone can go from nothing to having luxury, to having the 'protection' being under an Emperor.

Amidst the chatter, Katakuri walked in. You looked up and cleared your throat, quickly dismissing yourself.

The tall man watched you pass by him, the floral scent from you filled his nostrils. He was just as confused as the others. Newly wed couple yet the wife was scurrying away in fear?

He sat down where you were originally, asking Smoothie what you were talking about, to which she answered honestly. Katakuri realized he knew absolutely nothing about you. His mind flashes back to the moments you tried getting to know him and he just shut you down.

That realization hurt more than any punch to the gut.

You went to the garden, your second safe space other than your room. You looked down at the fountain until another reflection emerged.

Katakuri.

You quickly turned around, dismissing yourself politely when his arm reached out for you.

"Wait." His voice was low but lacked the threatening aura he carried. You turned, his hand still on you.

"You've been crying" He observed, able to see the redness of your sclera. Your head turned the other way, "It's nothing. I'll be on my way now."

"No. I need to talk to you. Stop running away from me like I'm going to hurt you." Katakuri spoke a hair softer this time, catching you off guard. The last bit came off harsher than intended but he reeled it back. He sat down on the fountain so he was at your level.

"I haven't been transparent for you. Seeing you upset and shut down has caused me far more distress than I anticipated." Katakuri admitted quietly. This side of him shocked you.

"What are you talking about? I thought you disliked me." You wanted to pull away badly, but the small flame in your heart began to spark.

"Disliked you? Where did you hear that? I-" "I heard your conversation with Cracker." You crossed your arms and he sighed.

"You...you misunderstood"

"I didn't. I knew what I heard, Katakuri. You don't have to lie to spare my feelings." Your voice cracked and you hugged your waist tight.

"I'm not lying, so listen to me." Katakuri's voice was firm but not aggressive.

"What I meant is that I can't give you the gentle love you deserve. I'm a fighter, a monster..." He pulled down his scarf, revealing his mouth.

You widened your eyes for a moment before reeling it back to softness. "You're not a monster. I've overheard your siblings talking about how you always protect them. Especially Brûlèe." His mouth was slightly agaped at your statement.

"I know we both don't want this marriage. I just wanted to at least make it less miserable. I know I'm not the ideal wife-" His arms pulled you to his chest

"No. Not another word that dismisses you like you're nothing." His voice shifted from stoic to gentle. "I believed a monster like me couldn't give you the love you deserved." He whispered. You pulled away just a few inches to look at him, really absorb his expression.

"I noticed everything about you. From the way you tried getting to know me, to your breakdowns when you think no one is looking." Your face heated up after that last sentence.

"I should've stopped when you said it was a waste of time..." You fiddled with the fur of his scarf. Katakuri's hand that rested on the small of your back was gentle.

"I meant what I said, I know I can't take it back. I didn't want you to be hurt, but you ended up hurt anyway."

A sigh

"But seeing you try your best to be who you're not just to please me? It's ridiculous." Before you could be hurt by that comment, he continued, "It's so ridiculous I feel ashamed for letting you go on this long." Your eyebrows were knit tight, listening to his words.

"It hurts being alone, but it hurt worse when it seemed like you hated me." You quietly admitted, cupping his cheek.

The gentle touch made him flinch for a moment. He's always met with violent and rough hands...but never something like this.

"I've never hated you. Not once. I was only trying to protect you." Katakuri admitted. Your thumb traced his scarred cheek, feeling every pattern and line. "You never had to protect me, Katakuri." You reassured him with a smile, the same one that made his heart stutter.

His face inched towards yours. You met him halfway through. "Is it okay?" You asked in a hushed tone. "Of course."

He closes the gap. Your lips met his, feeling the roughness of his lips but it didn't deter you. The kiss felt like the world stopped moving for a moment. A chill ran down your spine. Katakuri's arms were cautious, afraid he'd break you. Feeling your arms tighten around his neck, his arms did the same. The secure and comforting hold on you eased your aching soul.

You pulled away reluctantly, a crimson tint making its away across his face made you chuckle.

"What?" He furrowed his eyesbrows.

"You're cute" You giggled and he pulled his scarf back up. "I never got the chance to tell you this..." Katakuri began, interrupting your laughter. He picked off a flower, gently tucking it into your ear.

"You're beautiful. Especially during the ceremony. It was hard to believe a monster like me would be yours." You shook your head, "Don't say that. You're not a monster. Far from it." You pulled down his scarf and kissed him again.

Katakuri's eyes were gentle, looking at you like you're the most precious gem ever. He hugged you again, firmer this time. His hands soothed up and down your back as if he were making up for the times he greeted your warmth with cold cruelty.

The marriage may have been one enforced by a powerful pirate, built upon fear and misunderstanding but now? You two changed it into a marriage of genuine care and adoration of each other.

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i immediately got this idea after watching this tiktok. @mlemiie mayyy or may not have given me the idea of reader being too good for katakuri, oops🤭

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corazon x injured f!reader (platonic) | [REQUEST]

cw: mild description of violence and blood, comfort

Pirates and chaos? Nothing new. Everybody gets hurt, maybe a scratch or two but the Donquixote Pirates almost never experience such.

Doflamingo saw potential in you. Perhaps it was foolish that someone as kind as you could be on a ruthless crew where no bullshit is tolerated. His brother, Corazòn took one look at you and knew you were something beyond your looks...maybe something dangerous. But with that kind look in your eyes, Corazòn couldn't bring himself to look at you with disdain as he does with the other members of the crew

What happens when two kind souls among ruthless pirates meet?

They naturally bond.

Corazòn grew worried for you even though he knew you were more than capable of handeling yourself. So when Doflamingo said there was another excursion and specifically wanted you to go, Corazòn felt a sense of worry wash over him.

Corazòn scribbled onto a notepad and showed it to Doflamingo.

"Why is she going by herself with you? I'll go in her place. She can hold down the ship." The note was written hastily and his brother immediately caught on.

"Oh? Is someone worried about little [name]? Or is it a little...what is it? Crush? Adoration?" He teased and Corazòn just stared unamusingly.

"Calm your head, Corazòn. I'll be there to kill of any pirates if anything happens, alright?" Doflamingo chuckled, making Corazòn grow even more suspicious but more worried than anything.

He was right to be.

Returning to the ship, Corazòn was leaning against the mast, cigarette in mouth, when he heard footsteps. His eyes landed on his brother holding your beaten body.

Scribbling frantically, Corazòn held up the note.

"What the hell happened?" His eyebrows were furrowed, listening to Doflamingo.

"Nasty fight. Some pirates ambushed her." Doflamingo looked down at your beaten body, a small trickle of blood spilling doen your temple.

Without a word, Corazòn took your unconscious body into his room.

A snap.

"Silence."

Corazòn cleaned up the blood from your head, using a bandage to protect the open wound. His hands were shaking and it wasn't from clumsiness.

It was from fear.

Grabbing a warm rag, Corazòn dragged a gentle rag on your cheeks, down your neck and onto your extremities.

The warm feeling of the water was enough to stir you.

"Corazòn..?" You tried sitting up but pain shot down your back.

"No! Stay down. You're still injured." The blonde insisted. You obliged and hugged the blanket.

"Did my brother even protect you at alll?" He spoke in a tone that almost scared you. Sensing your fear, Corazòn sighed and moved closer to you.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just worried about you." He leaned back in his chair and watched you...really paid attention to your emotions.

"No. It wasn't Doflamingo's fault, it was just...I was caught off guard. Your brother dealt with the rest." You reassured Corazòn, to which he sat down to your level.

"And how do you feel?" He looked at you with concern. You couldn't keep your eyes on him without feeling guilty.

"I'm fine...I just won't be able to go on a few expeditions, I guess. Doflamingo's going to kill me" You chuckled sadly and he shook his head.

"He might be heartless but he won't hold it against you." Corazòn glared back at the door where Doflamingo was probably standing.

Corazòn gave you a reassuring smile and patted your head and you looked up.

"Cora..."

"Don't look gloom, alright? You did well. Now rest. I have some business with my brother." You smiled and nodded, watching him bring the blanket over you, making sure you're comfortable.

"Thank you, Cora." You smiled behind the blanket and he flashed you a grin, throwing up a peace sign. He kept the silent bubble up so you'd sleep peacfull

Even though finding kindness was futile in a crew like this, you were so so glad for a gentle and kind soul like Corazòn

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happy birthday, captain!

pairing- none

cw: none

"You got that, [name]?"

A nod.

"Sanji and I will decorate while you're out. Jinbe and Franky will stand guard, make sure Luffy doesn't come in."

Nami explained the plan with you, Sanji, Usopp, Robin, and Chopper huddled in the kitchen. You were tasked to distract Luffy, take him to see the different beetles around the island.

"I'll shoot up an alarm to come back, alright?" Usopp held up his slingshot.

"Ready?" Nami smiled and everyone nods.

"What's going on?" Luffy walks in and you immediately run to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Hey! We were just, y'know, talking about plans for the next big adventure." You smoothly lied which only further piqued Luffy's interest.

"Oohh! I can't wait! But first...Sanji! I'm hung-" "No! I mean..I have snacks here but I heard there's so many rare beetles here, I wanted to find some with you, Luffy!" You pulled him out of the kitchen and Luffy happily followed, even running ahead of you.

In the forest, there were so many colorful bugs and animals. The sunlight was filtering through the vegetation, making it so it wasn't too hot while you two explored.

"Oi [name]! Look at this!" Luffy ran towards you and held out two small beetles with black spots. "Ladybird beetles!" He shouted and you looked down.

"I've read about this in one of Robin's books!" You held a finger out and it crawled onto you. Luffy giggle watching the ladybird crawl over your hand.

"They're not poisonous and actually help with the environment" You placed the beetle on his hat and watched it fly away.

Looking around, Luffy found a massive stag beetle and you stepped back.

"Th-that thing is massive!" You hid behind him and he laughed.

"Don't worry. It's a stag beetle! They're friendly." He held it out in front of you and you backed away.

"No, no that's okay, Luffy!"

A small and colorful popper flew into the air.

That's the queue

"We should head back to the Sunny. Sanji might've made lunch now-"

Before you got the chance to finish, Luffy wrapped an arm stretching around you and running to the Sunny. There was no one on the deck, confusing the captain.

"Next time, please warn me when you do that." You held a hand over yout chest and sighed. Luffy just smiled without a care

"Ah, sorry, sorry." He chuckled.

With a smile, you pulled him by the hand and opened the door.

You watched as Luffy's smile widened even more at the sight.

"Happy Birthday, Luffy!!!" Everyone shouted

Luffy was just laughing, happy that everyome gathered for his birthday. You pat him on the back.

"To the best captain out there!"

"To the future King of the Pirates!"

Everyone praised their captain all while Luffy ate without a care in the world.

"You guys are da besht!" He spoke through a full mouth of food, making everyone laugh.

You snuck off with Chopper, Robin, and Sanji to grab the hidden cake.

"Ready you two?" You smiled and they reciprocated

"Ready!"

Sanji lit the candles and cleared his throat.

You, Chopper, and Robin were lifting the cake and the sweet scent caught Luffy's attention.

Three tiers and the topper being the Jolly Roger.

"Cake!!!" He tried diving in before being pulled back by Franky.

"You have to make a wish first!" He told Luffy as he squirmed.

"Hmm... I don't need one." Luffy snickered and blew out the candle, confusing everyone.

"Don't you want to make a wish to get the One Piece or something?" Usopp asked and he just shook his head.

"Nope, because I already have the best crew ever. I know getting the One Piece is easy with you all by my side!" His words made everyone cry dramatically, Zoro and Jinbe chuckling at the absurdity.

"You're too kind, Luffy!" You wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Such a wonderful captain. I'd cry if I had eyes!" Brook laughed. He began playing a tune while everyone ate, celebrating their captain.

"Thank you, everyone! This was the best birthday meal ever!" Luffy smiled brightly.

"You say that every year." Sanji called him out as he lit a cigarette.

Everyone surrounded Luffy, all smiling while you set up the camera den den mushi. The snail flashed, capturing everyone's smile.

Luffy is a man who saved and helped every person on his crew.

He's a light in the darkness.

Inspires hope in everyone.

It was only natural that the crew does something big to show their. appreciation for their captain.

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a/n- happy birthday to the best captain forever!!! i love luffy sm that man genuinely saved my life. its criminal that he isn't real</3

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By Your Side [REQUEST]

pairing- corazòn x f! marine reader

cw: fluff, awkward rosinante, he won't stop spontaneously combusting

You both joined at the same time. Both choreboys, lowest of the low ranks in the Marines. He watched you as you enthusiastically saluted, making his heart skip a beat. Each and every waking moment, he made it his goal to stick by you, or at least be within your range.

He was walking around until he saw you carrying some towels. "Ah! [name]! Would you like some he-" He stumbled forward and you gasped. "Rosinante!" You tried catching him with your free hand but ended up stumbling backwards as he fell forward. Rosinante looked down at you, eyes wide and shiny. Your face was warm and Rosinante's was flushed red.

"Close! Too close!" He quickly stood up and ran away. "Wait, Rosi-" You called out and couldn't catch him. He dropped his hat and you wanted to return it.

It was lunch time and you spotted him alone, outside the training yard. Hat in hand and lunch in the other, you walked towards the blonde and cleared your throat.

"Rosinante! There you are!" You handed his hat to him. "You dropped this earlier."

Rosinante froze, choking back on his riceball. "A-ah, thank you. Sorry about falling on you earlier" He scratched the back of his head. He watched you sit down close to him.

You ate lunch in comfortable silence while Rosinante was trying so hard to keep it cool. He lit a cigarette and smoked next to you, trying to calm his nerves.

You smelled the air and noticed smoke but it was far too dark for a cigarette. Turning your head, you gasped.

"Rosinante! You're..WHY ARE YOU ON FIRE?!" You took a wet rag and patted him down while he tried telling you it was nothing. After the last ember went out, you leaned back and sighed.

Despite his clumisness and spontaneous combustion, there was an odd charm Rosinante held that just pulled you in. You laughed until your abs were tender and Rosinante just smiled down at you sweetly. The sound of your laughter and tears of laughter that pricked your eye made his heart skip a beat.

You two spent the next hour talking about ambitions, hobbies, life before joining the Marines. The bond between you two grew slowly as you two climbed the ranks. From saving each other during battles against lowly pirates to late night talks, you two gradually attracted each other.

While walking around the halls, Rosinante found himself walking in circles, passing by your usual spot more times than he can count.

"Ahh. What's wrong with me?! I can't stop thinking about [name]..." He rubbed the bridge of his nose until he bumped into you...again, only this time you stumbled onto his body.

"Rosinante! I'm so sorry!" You quickly stood up, helping the tall male to his feet. "Jeez, it feels like every time we meet you're always stumbling into me..." You dusted off his shoulders and he fixed your hat.

"Feels like dejà vù" He smiled and shrugged his shoulders before walking along side you, talking about each others' days.

These feelings of adoration for each other never deterred, even when Rosinante was promoted to Commander and you as Lieutenant. He never once looked down on you depite the difference in rank.

"Honestly, I don't deserve this ranking when you're much stronger than me, [name]..." He chuckled nervously, watching you adjust the new uniform.

"Maybe it's not all about strength, Rosi..." The nickname slipped off your tongue so natutally, it made his face bloom red. You adjusted his tie that he clumsily did.

"Maybe it was your willpower and determination that led you here. Honestly, I wouldn't want the responsibility of a Commander." You softly chuckled and he just closed his eyes. Your kindness was a beacon of hope for the blonde. Without thinking, he pulled you into his arms. He bent forward, burying his face into your hair, inhaling your fresh scent. The smell of tobacco filled your senses but it wasn't necessesarily unpleasant.

"Is something wrong?" You looked up, craning your neck and he looked down, shaking his head. "You're too kind to a klutz like me..." He whispered.

"Maybe I like klutz like you" You teased and he fell over. "You...you can't just say that casually..." He sighed and you laughed.

.

.

.

While making your rounds around the Marine base, you found a note on your door. You could tell who it was immediately just by the handwriting without looking who it's from.

"Meet me under the docks by the shore at 9 P.M. -DR"

Your lips quirked into a smirk and tucked the note into your pocket. "Just what do you have planned, Rosinante..."

The time came and you were making your way to the meeting spot. From a distance, you could see his nervous fidgeting as he looked at his reflection in the ocean. Rosinante was free of his hat and Marine coat. He heard the crunching of the sand under your feet and smiled.

"Thank you for coming. I hope I'm not taking away from anything important." He stood up and you crossed your arms.

"It better be more important than my sleep. Otherwise, I'm tossing you into the ocean." He gasped and you shook your head.

"I'm just kidding. Mostly." He slumped over dramatically before remembering the reason why he told you to come.

Straightening his posture, he cleared his throat. He took your hands into his.

"[name], I know I seem like a foolish man but I'm a foolish man in love. There's something about you that just makes me feel whole...like I could forget all the evil in this world." Rosinante's voice was shaky, he gripped your hand a little tighter to ground himself.

"You make me feel whole is what I'm trying to say." His eyes searched your face for any hesitancy but found none.

With a smile, you replied, "Foolish, you're right. But that just means I'm in love with a fool." His eyes widened and you continued. "I've never felt more safe with anyone but you, Rosinante. Makes me believe that the Marines aren't as corrupt as they seem." The two of you laughed at your judgemental statement.

Another deep breath and a sigh escaped Rosinante's mouth.

"[name], I'll always be yours as you will be mine, if you allow it. I'll always be there for you as you've done for me since we joined." He held his breath, awaiting your answer.

"You've always had me, Rosinante." You tiptoed and cupped his cheek, lips just inches apart.

"You have no idea how much this means to me." He whispered.

"Then show me."

"Gladly."

He closed the gap, kissing you gently; Like he was afraid to hurt you. You relished in his warm hold, the tenderness of his kiss, and the serenity of the ocean surrounding the two of you.

It wasn't grand or flashy.

It was intimate.

Raw. Real...

and you couldn't ask for more.

Rosinante slowly pulled away, face flushed. He pulled out a small velvet bag. Inside was a pearl necklace. The silver chain was neat, a surprise to both him and you.

"An oyster was on the shore and inside was this pearl. It reminded me of you so I did my best to make it into a necklace for you." He clasped it around your neck and you fiddled with the round gem.

"It's perfect. Thank you so much, Rosinante." You tiptoed, kissing him again. Surprisingly, he didn't catch on fire this entire time. After the heartfelt confession, you two walked along the shore hand in hand, talking once more...

...only then he spontaneously combusted again.

Putting him out, you couldn't bring yourself to be exhausted but rather entertained. He apologized through soft laughs and you just sighed.

"What am I going to do with you, Rosi?"

"Maybe...kiss me again?" He leaned down and you rolled your eyes, pecking his lips again.

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a/n- didnt use "corazòn" just bc this was in a Marine setting so i dont think he'd use his code name...? anyway, i'll be opening up requests soon! I'll take maybe one or two depending if school's gonna kick my ass or whatevs :3c

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it still makes me giggle that my smut (law's "ol-fuck-tory") still gets sm attention despite it being my first🤭