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eddie-gluskin-and-i · 7 months

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When her food arrived, she took a healthy mouthful of loaded fries to keep from saying what was on her mind. While she often heard how simpler life was back then, she was also aware that nostalgia made one forget the bad that came with the good- like a chocolate with a bad center, leaving a lingering aftertaste with an unpleasant bite. If she didn't know better, she would assume Eddie bemoaned the days where housewives beamed at their husbands 24/7 ( courtesy of antidepressants or a lobotomy), and where everyone was so polite (on the surface, with knives and guns behind their back) in the wake of a nuclear creation. "Its dangerous to always look back...otherwise we forget the potential for the future." She said, once she chewed and swallowed her food, before lubricating her throat with another sip of her milkshake. "Surely we can bring back the good of those days in the present era?" She added, her voice taking on a conciliatory tone- just as Eddie took another drink of her milkshake. The young woman tried not to make it too obvious that she was observing the way his lips wrapped around the straw, along with a hint of a tongue. Sadly, a small blush tinted her cheeks, as she returned to her meal. Silence fell between the pair once more, and Cora didn't want this second date to end on an awkward note. As he tucked into his meal, she suggested they play an old children's game. "Its called Two Truths and One Lie. I'll start first: *I enjoy horse riding.* *I have no wish for marriage or motherhood.* *I own more than one firearm.*" This seemed to be an easy one to start with, considering she wouldn't have agreed to their first date if she wasn't one for commitment.

(*Its all good- Its interesting to see where you take my OC...*)

#Two Truths And A Lie #What Shall Be Revealed? #Second Date #Eddie x OC #Eddie x Cora (Five Of Cups: This card can carry a meaning of dejection, disappointment and sorrow over past events. It can also represent a blindness to good in a given situation. I felt it fitting for Cora.)

Eddie leaned back into his seat and rubbed a hand across his jaw. He looked to Cora through narrowed eyes, though a smile crept across his face. His eyes flashed with a hint of surprised amusement.

“What?” She said with a smirk. “Don’t tell me you’ve never played it.”

“I’ve never been asked to lie on a date.”

Cora scoffed with feigned indignity. “This is different, and you know it. It’ll be fun, trust me.”

Eddie gave her a quizzical look, but conceded.

“Well I know you’re an equestrian, that one’s easy enough.” His eyes never left hers as he tilted his head to the side. They bore into her very core, but not in a frightening way. They held an intensity that sparked something primal in her. She’d only felt this strongly once before - that was her first warning.

“And you do know how to shoot…” He continued, never once letting her escape his scrutinizing gaze. Cora couldn’t help but lean in closer.

“But more than one?“ She asked. She was getting closer to the fire, but her body refused to let up.

“I certainly hope not,” he said, though it was more of a growl. They were both in this for the long run, and now they each knew it.

Cora held her breath as she let herself get lost in the enigma of the man before her. There was something about him that somehow both drew her in and urged her to run away as far as she could. Whatever it was, good or bad, it consumed her whenever she was near him. She was consumed by him.

The plates of food lay untouched on the table. The shouts and clanks from the kitchen and buzz of idle chatter from the restaurant were all but gone. Right now, it was just them. At least to her.

“Well how’s it goin’ over here, sweethearts? You need a top up there er no?” The bubbly midwestern twang of the middle aged waitress’ voice brought them both out of their trance.

Cora leaned back in her seat, taking the moment to compose herself while Eddie politely chatted up the friendly waitress. Cora excused herself to the bathroom, still feeling the flush in her cheeks and hammering of blood in her veins.

Once in the reprieve of the dimly lit room, she quickly turned on the taps and splashed her face with cold water. Careful not to smudge her makeup, she ripped off a piece of paper towel and slowly dabbed at her face.

She looked up in the mirror and stopped at the sight. Cheeks rosy with natural blush, eyes widened, face for once not etched with stress - she looked like the young woman she was from what felt like a lifetime ago. Not long enough.

Cora’s vision started to spin and she gripped onto the edge of the sink instinctively.

No, it would not be like before. She was smarter, older, stronger now. This would be different - he was different. She could trust herself to make the right decision now. She just needed to decide how to go about this all from here on out.

#eddie gluskin #mr gluskin responds #outlast whistleblower #outlast #ask blog #rp #story time #cora

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bobatealie-archived · 2 years

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el do you wanna hear a fun fact

also sorry if im clogging your msgs help

YEAH !!!! also ur not dw

#❝ txt message ! ♡#❝ moots — cora !#im bad at responding on time most of the time so like . i have 145 asks unanswered i haven't cleaned out whoopsies . . . !

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prcttycorpse · 24 days

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♡ ･ ⁎ ៸៸ @paleontaxi 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 : radio. our muses getting handsy in the car ﹗ ——— （ DECADE OLD MEME ）

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐬 , the lingering burn providing a pleasant , never ending sting against base ; features are drawn together in deep concentration , brow knitted together , eyes closed ; pushing it against the roof of mouth , flattening the string before rolling tongue in mouth , mixing it with spit so it could be swallowed easier . jarod had allowed the cigarette to burn away , careful not to let any ash fall between them - she's sure its because he wanted to see her struggle ; there's a feeling of resentment that he got his own way if that was the case .

there's a clear struggle to swallow it down , far too much at once as ash tickles the back of throat despite all attempts to fight it , body instinctively trying to curl in on itself as throat constricted around the substance - the fight is short lived , leaning back slightly as she swallows forcefully , fist being made as it covers mouth so she can cough freely into it , eyes welled with tears .

shit , she thinks to herself ; throat scratching , sight blurred ; bottom lip jutting out as she attempted to recover - though no such break would be granted , jarod pressing the lit cigarette that was now down to the bud against exposed cleavage ; pressing harsh &. deep , melting away the skin with ease . she gasps , breaking into a shuddering moan - hand reaching forward to curl in his side , clinging to the material of shirt to anchor herself . it helps rid the blurriness , eyelids squeezing shut , tears falling as the burn forced them out .

the neediness grows , spurred on by the pain shooting over chest . body twisting towards his as much as it could despite the restriction the car causes ; arms reaching out &. wrapping around his shoulders to pull him into a clumsy , desperate kiss , it's something he welcomes &. coraline hopes he can taste the residue from the cigarette in his mouth , tongue flattening against his own to encourage the ashy taste to cling to him as it did her , a soft moan slipping from the back of her throat .

#i don't wanna just respond to jarod threads...#BUT THE PARASITES IN ME WANT TO #inbox.#needy cora hours ? needy cora hours <3

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willowbelle · 11 days

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Heart Sleeves

❤︎ rosinante (corazon) x reader ❤︎

𖤐₊˚.༄ (fluff) 𖤐₊˚.༄

(written with fem reader in mind, but no pronouns mentioned)

cw: fluff, established relationship, kissing, size-difference.

summary: you wake up to cora baking in silence.

word count: ~900

author's note: i don't know why, but cora strikes me as a baker, hehe. and so, this cute lil scenario was born. been going thru it so i needed something sweet. :')

tagging: @fanaticsnail @bby-deerling @shamblespirate @maddddstuff @lowkeycasanova @stuckinthewrongworld @laylaloves-ed @leftladyluminary

Heart Sleeves

Cora rolls up his sleeves before pressing his hands into the floury dough on the countertop. His movements are deliberate as he shapes the batter into spheres and places them inches apart on a baking tray. His focus is evident in his furrowed brow and the quiet hum of concentration that fills the kitchen.

You walk in, still shaking off the remnants of sleep, the early morning light casting a soft glow around you. Your eyes are bleary, but the image of Cora working draws you in. He's absorbed in his task, his hands moving with calm precision as he shapes the dough on the countertop. You pause, too tired to speak, just smiling as you watch him work. He hasn't noticed you yet, so you simply lean against the doorframe, enjoying the peaceful moment and the soothing aroma of baking bread.

And then, it dawns on you--the room is completely silent. Cora, being the kind-hearted man you know him to be, must’ve muted the noise with a thoughtful mutter of silence, as to not disturb your much-needed slumber.

You linger in the doorway, enveloped in the quiet intimacy of the moment. The scent of fresh dough mingles with the gentle warmth of the morning, creating a cocoon of tranquility. Cora continues his work, his big hands moving fluidly over the dough.

As you watch, your smile deepens. The love and care he puts into every touch are clear to you, a silent testimony to his thoughtfulness.

The calm of the room lulls you further into a state of peace, and you let your eyes close for a moment, savoring the serenity that surrounds you. But soon, the comforting rhythm of Cora’s work stirs a desire within you to be closer.

With a gentle push off the doorframe, you walk silently toward him. As you approach, you gently wrap your arms around his waist from behind, resting your cheek against his back. He finally notices your presence and looks down at you with a soft smile. His focus shifts to a touch of warmth and tenderness as he pauses his work, brushing a floured hand up and down your intertwined arms.

He tilts his head slightly, his voice gentle as he murmurs a pensive, "Did I wake you?" His concern is evident, even in his quiet tone.

You respond with a soft shake of your head, a reassuring smile playing on your lips. "No, not at all," you say, your voice a quiet murmur. "I was drawn in by the smell of what you're making.”

You hold him a little tighter, relishing the warmth of his touch and the comforting rhythm of his work. "I just wanted to watch you for a moment," you add.

Cora chuckles softly, his floured hands leaving gentle imprints on your arms as he turns to face you. With a smooth motion, he lifts you up effortlessly and places you on the counter, so you're closer to his impressive height.

The cool touch of the countertop beneath you is a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands. It’s a bit jarring, sends a shiver down your spine, but before your body can even react, the warmth is returned, this time with a tender touch of his hand to your cheek.

Your heart quickens as he leans in, his gaze tender and full of affection. His touch lingers for a moment before he gently kisses you, a sweet, lingering moment that seems to encapsulate the tranquility of the space around you.

As the kiss deepens, you feel the gentle pull of his embrace, his other arm wrapping around your waist, holding you close. His arms are strong and secure, keeping you grounded.

His touch is gentle, his fingers lightly tracing your skin with a feather-like touch, as if you were made of delicate glass. As you gaze up at him, his imposing frame strikes you, a testament to his strength and power—he seems as though he could consume you whole.

Yet, his warmth and gentleness is a stark contrast to his size, cradling your cheek with a tender caress that chases away any lingering chill; a lighthearted soul nestled within the body of a giant.

You savor the unexpected juxtaposition of his strength and tenderness, feeling completely at ease in his embrace. His lips press against yours once more, with a quiet, lingering passion, leaving you breathless and warm.

His hand shifts from your cheek to the nape of your neck, his touch soothing and secure. You find comfort in his closeness, the rise and fall of his chest calming your own breath. His playful soul shines through in the twinkle of his eyes, an energy that dances between you both.

As he pulls back from the kiss, his smile is gentle, full of affection. He lets out a low, contented hum, and you know he is just as lost in the moment as you are. You stay in his embrace, feeling his hands roam down your back, tracing gentle patterns that make your skin tingle.

Cora leans in closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before murmuring a sweet, quiet,

"Maybe I should start baking every morning if it means waking up to kisses like that."

#one piece x reader #corazon x reader #corazon x you #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante x you #rosinante x reader #one piece drabble #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario #corazon x y/n #one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece headcannon #donquixote corazon #corazon one piece #corazon

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goingmerryfics · 1 month

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❤️ Your Blog. Can I request something? 🙏 Id love about Law and reader who is very affectionate and caring, e.g. brings him snacks in his office when he's working late, cheers him up when he is upset. All in all reminds Law alot of Cora.

Kind and caring S/O w/ Law

Content: Gender Neutral reader, SFW!

Notes* I love this idea! I got a lot of good ideas when I sat down to write this and it all pretty much amounts to “this man truly needs a break.” which means I went a little haywire with it. Spoilers for Dressrosa/Law's backstory

Happy reading :)

Law

Dating you was absolute bliss for Law

If he was shut up in his room working, he knew he could count on you to come visit eventually

Even if, after responding to your knocking and saying that he was busy, you still enter

You’ve got some lemon water and specially made Onigiri by your own hand all set up pretty in a tray

He tries not to smile too much while you set it down, kiss the top of his head, and quietly urge him to take a break- or at least stand and stretch because how he’s sitting can’t be good for his posture

Normally he wouldn’t pay that any mind, but you had an effect on him that he couldn’t explain. You gave him a special sort of feeling in his heart- a feeling that only one other person had ever given him in his entire life

Law gets up to stretch and to reach for you, that way he can press a kiss to your cheek and tell you he loves you

You’ve noticed he’s softer around you, though he never could quite tell you why

You also notice that whenever you two are sitting close or lying together, it doesn’t matter what you’re doing- he likes to look into your eyes as much as he can

He can’t explain it- it doesn’t matter that your eyes aren’t exactly the same colour as his. They’re kind, they’re caring, just like he is

One day, the heat on the submarine gives out and you seek Law out to ask a favour

“One of my sweaters? Yeah, you can borrow one. Just don’t ruin it.”

The warning means nothing, he knows you wouldn’t destroy any of his things on purpose

So you head for his room while he returns to helping the others fix the heat, shivering in your suit

Law’s room is an organized mess of books, clothes and sheets. He was never the type to keep anything clean for too long, but then again he was a busy man. You didn’t mind it, but you do know how he appreciates it when you can help him out with the little things. First, a sweater. You swear that you’re about to start seeing your breath from how cold it’s getting.

You dive into his closet and sort through his things for that yellow one you like, when you notice something interesting. Something hung up, obviously important since it’s in one of those zippable clothing protectors. A suit, maybe?

The thought of Law in a suit makes you squeal a bit. Now you have to see it.

Carefully, you take the hangar out and your first remark is at how incredibly light it is. It’s not heavy enough to be a full suit set, so you start to unzip it to satisfy your curiosity.

A few loose, black feathers hit the ground before you can figure out what you’re looking at. It’s a full feather coat. It looks like it’s been tailored- the collar has been cautiously cut with a loving hand, which makes you remember the strangely similar style of feather collar on his blue sweatshirt. There are also some messy holes in the back of it.

You hum curiously, and put it back into the protector bag for the time being. Then you grab the sweater you’d come here for, take the hangar, and bring the coat with you back to your room.

The heat returns. Heart Pirates huddle around the heat and try to warm up quickly, but Law has a better idea in mind on how to warm up. He also just really wants to see you in his clothing. But he spots something as he’s headed down the hall that makes his heart drop. A single black feather.

He’s wearing his blue sweater and he hasn't touched the coat. So why…

He rushes first to his room, throws the closet door open and his eyes widen at the missing coat, so he makes a B-Line for your room

It’s not that he thought you would wreck it, but it’s something he’d rather keep safe. Those feathers fell off every time he touched it, and he wanted so desperately to preserve the last item he’d ever have of his beloved Corazon.

When he reaches your room, he barges right in without knocking and finds you holding it up, looking it over. Your room is a mess of loose thread. Your desk has sewing scissors and a little ball with various sized sewing needles poking out of it, and your sewing machine is on.

“See?” You hold it up to him, showing off your handiwork. Slack-jawed, he scans over the once bullet holes that have now been expertly closed and repaired. “I’ve never seen you wear this, but I guess it’s because all those feathers kept falling off, right?”

He’s silent, but he knows just what he wants to say. It just takes him a moment.

“Law?” You ask, smile falling a bit, thinking maybe you’d done something wrong.

“Put it on.”

“Huh?” You take another good look at the coat. “You sure?”

He nods, and watches how you pull it over your shoulders. It’s way too big for you- did a damn giant wear this!? -but you still strike a pose, holding up a peace sign next to your face for Law and grinning wide.

“Do I look good?”

He takes a few steps forward. You open your eyes again and get the quick glimpse of tears in his eyes before he pulls you in for a hug tight enough to crack your spine. You can hear his quiet sobs and gasps in your ear, and it breaks your heart to think that maybe you’d done something wrong.

But he whispers that he loves you, and then he whispers it 3 more times just to be sure. You tell him you love him too, and he takes a deep breath to pull himself together.

“Are you ok, Law?” You ask, eyes glued to him. “I can put it back if-”

“No, just…” He wipes his face, then takes your hands. “I think there’s someone I’d like to tell you about.”

#one piece #harleywritesop #hwop #law x reader #op law #law one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar op #one piece spoilers

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fromthe28 · 5 months

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everybody's watching her

Era para ser apenas uma saída com os amigos depois de semanas de provas, mas com apenas uma dança Styles consegue mudar o rumo de toda a noite dele e de Tomlinson.

Avisos

- hbottom / ltops

- daddy kink

- Harry sendo tratado por pronomes e apelidos femininos

- Referência às partes íntimas do Harry como bucetinha, grelinho etc

- Sexo gay e explícito

- Palavras de baixo calão

- Leve dinâmica submisso / dominador

- Word count: 2.3k

Era uma noite especial. Harry e Louis estavam saindo com seus amigos para uma balada após a temporada de provas que tiveram na faculdade. Sinceramente, os dois só queriam ficar juntinhos porém reconheceram que precisavam sair um pouco para espairecer.

Portanto estavam ali na balada mais famosa da cidade curtindo com Zayn, Liam e Niall. Os dois primeiros estavam se pegando na pista de dança e Niall estava ficando com alguém ali perto.

- Vou sentar e pegar algo para beber! - Louis grita para seu namorado e os dois amigos, que apenas concordam mas decidem continuar na pista de dança.

Louis senta numa mesa perto da pista de dança e pede uma dose de vodka, que rapidamente chega, mas sua atenção não é captada pela bebida e sim por alguém bem específico na pista de dança: Harry.

Seu corpo mexia conforme a música pop meio sensual que tocava pelos quatro cantos da boate. Seus cachos longos se enrolavam em seu pescoço meio suado pela dança e seus quadris remexiam da maneira envolvente. Era simplesmente impossível tirar os olhos do cacheado.

Todos estavam olhando para Harry mas ele só tinha olhos para Louis.

O de olhos azuis, ficando fodidamente enciumado por todos estarem olhando seu garoto, tomou a dose de vodka rapidamente e assim que ia levantar para puxar Harry para si, seu namorado começou a andar até ele.

Antes que pudesse dizer algo, Louis sente Harry sentar em seu colo, deixando suas costas contra o peitoral do mais velho. Louis, sabendo como o namorado era manhoso antes de qualquer coisa, o abraçou mesmo ainda levemente puto por todos terem olhado algo que era seu.

- Todos estavam te olhando, gatinha... - o de olhos azuis fala baixo e lento, com seu sotaque pesado, no ouvido de seu amado. Sinceramente, sabe que pegou pesado chamando Harry no feminino mas simplesmente foi impossível se conter. Sua princesa estava tão linda naquela noite.

-Eu sei.. - Styles cora porque mesmo sendo um exibicionista nato, era tão envergonhado - Mas eu só estava olhando para você, daddy...

Bom, se Louis iria jogar, Harry também iria.

- Eu deveria te punir por ser tão fodidamente exibida... - o mais velho sussurra em seu ouvido, apertando sua cintura com força por dentro de sua roupa.

Harry deixa um gemido altinho sair dos lábios cheinhos, cruzando suas pernas ao sentir sua calcinha molhar. Deuses, ele é tão sensível que é vergonhoso!

- M-Mas eu só estava... Hm... olhando para o senhor! - Harry argumenta, sentindo os chupões fortes de seu amor em seu pescoço, marcando sua vadia.

- Sim, mas todos estavam desejando o que é meu. - Assim que fala a última palavra, Tomlinson dá um aperto forte na ereção de Harry, colocando sua mão dentro de sua saia mas sobre sua calcinha de renda.

Styles deixa um gemido choroso sair de sua boca enquanto se encolhe no colo de seu papai, escondendo seu rostinho em seu pescoço. O mais novo segura com força a camisa de seu dono enquanto começa a rebolar lentamente em seu colo.

- Não consegue nem me responder de tão necessitada que você está, não é? A porra de uma vadia que não consegue ficar algumas horas sem um pau esfolando o seu rabo gostoso... - a voz profunda do mais velho junto com a mão cheia de veias em seu pescoço faz Harry sentir lágrimas caindo de seu rosto, se esfregando no colo de seu dono como um gatinho pedindo carinho.

- Por f-favor, papai... p-por favor... - o mais novo implora e Louis não consegue não deixar um apertão nas coxas grossas de sua boneca.

- Eu vou levantar agora e você vai ser uma boa cadelinha e vai comigo até o banheiro para eu te dar uma lição, hm? - Tomlinson sussurra no ouvido cheio de adereços de Styles, que concorda obedientemente.

Ambos se levantam da cadeira e ignoram totalmente não só seus amigos, mas como toda a balada. Foda-se tudo, a única coisa que importa agora é apenas surrar a bunda de sua garota até ela aprender a ser uma boa princesa para Louis.

Assim que chegam no banheiro masculino, entram na última cabine e fecham a porta com rapidez. Louis pega Harry no colo e se coloca entre as coxas grossas de seu garoto, não ligando de pressiona-lo com forca contra a porta, sabendo que seu cacete duro está contra o de Styles e seu peitoral firme está contra os mamilos sensíveis dele que quase perfuram a camisa coladinha.

- Você não sabe o quão fodidamente puto eu fiquei vendo todos aqueles homens querendo você, Hazza - Tomlinson diz segurando com força o pescoço do mais novo, se certificando que sua mão ficasse marcada na pele branquinha já que não tinha nenhuma coleira de sua cadelinha ali com ele.

Louis respira fundo algumas vezes antes de tomar qualquer atitude. Ele sabe que precisa se acalmar antes de punir sua garotinha já que não estavam em casa e estava realmente ciumento.

Só deus sabe quantas dores de cabeça causadas por ciúmes que Louis já teve por ter alguém tão gostoso ao seu lado.

- Eu vou te colocar no chão, você vai virar, tirar a sua sainha tão linda, coloca-la na sua boquinha atrevida e vai ficar encostadinha na porta. Se você tentar me tocar nós vamos para a casa e eu te surro até você desmaiar de tanto tapa. Me entendeu? - Louis fala sério para Harry e sabe que o garoto em seus braços está totalmente submisso a si.

- Sim, papai! - o cacheadinho acena com a cabeça várias vezes que nem um cachorrinho querendo agradar seu dono.

Logo em seguida faz tudo que seu papai mandou, ficando grudada à porta enquanto estava empinadinha para Louis, com sua sainha em sua boca. Bom, não era aquilo que ele queria a enchendo então solta um choramingo enquanto rebola no ar, ficando na ponta de seus pés, querendo ao menos algum toque de seu dono em si.

- Porra, você está tão desesperada por uma surra que parece uma virgem, amor... - assim que a última palavra sai da boca do mais velho, Hazza choraminga manhosinha, sentindo lágrimas caindo de seus olhinhos verdinhos. Ele estava tão mas tão necessitado de atenção.

Antes que ele pudesse pensar, Louis atinge sua mão com força na bunda empinadinha de sua vadia, vendo suas coxas tremerem e ela gemer alto.

- Se eu ouvir algum choramingo ou gemido seu eu juro que eu paro tudo que eu estou fazendo e te como até encher seu rabo de porra e te deixo chorando necessitada que nem uma cadela no cio. - com a voz de Louis ao seu lado, o garotinho apenas concorda e o de olhos azuis apenas volta par trás de Hazz, voltando com seus golpes.

Louis sabe que o mais novo não aguentaria, mas também sabe que se sua vadiazinha voltasse a ser sua princesinha obediente, ele não a deixaria na mão.

A mão tatuada de Louis desce novamente sob a pele branquinha de sua garota, que sente seus pelos eriçarem e sua bunda ardendo, assim como o mais velho sente seu caralho duro doendo e pingando em sua boxer com a imagem em sua frente: Harry, com uma calcinha de renda tão mas tão pequena que quase se confunde com sua pele por também ser branca, e sua derme lentamente ficando avermelhada com as marcas da mão pesada de Tomlinson.

Após seu momento de contemplação, o mais velho volta a fazer sua arte, dando tapas e mais tapas na bunda empinada de sua garota até ouvir o gemido manhoso e fino saindo pelos lábios bonitos.

- Tsc tsc tsc, o que eu tinha mandado você fazer? - o de olhos azuis pergunta à Harry após tirar o pano de sua boca.

- P-papai... me desc-culpe... - a voz chorosa de Styles soa baixinha e manhosa na cabine do banheiro da balada. Louis revira os olhos e deixa um tapa fodidamente forte no rosto do mais novo, segurando suas bochechas e cuspindo em seu rostinho lindo.

- Que porra eu mandei você fazer, Harry? - a voz sai dura de seus lábios finos junto de uma palmada forte que faz o corpinho delicado de Hazz - e consequentemente o membro preso na calcinha - se chocar contra a porta de madeira.

- O papai mandou que eu f-ficasse quietinha... - o soluço corta a sua fala baixinha antes de morder seu lábio, sabendo que só vai ser usada como um brinquedinho para seu papai.

- Já sabe o que vai acontecer com você por ter sido uma vadia egoísta. - assim que Louis fala, puxa H por sua cintura, fazendo eles terem os corpos totalmente colados.

Harry consegue sentir muito bem o corpo de seu homem: seja seu caralho duro se encaixando perfeitamente em sua bunda dolorida, seja seu peitoral definido ou as veias grossas de sua mão áspera. Assim como Hazz, Tomlinson sente muito bem o corpo de sua garota contra o dele: a bunda gostosa empinada contra seu cacete, sua cintura contra uma de suas mãos e os mamilos empinadinhos contra seus dedos.

O mais novo treme ao ter seus mamilos tocados, se encolhendo contra o corpo de seu homem. Porra, o tanto que Louis amava seus peitos era brincadeira. Se ele pudesse, passava horas com o mais novo em seu colo, só abusando nos biquinhos eriçados em seus dentes alinhados.

Suas mãos abandonam Harry e abrem sua calça rapidamente, abaixando sua boxer molhada e fazendo seu membro pesado bater contra a bunda ardida de Styles, o fazendo deixar um gemido manhoso escapar de seus lábios gordinhos.

Louis deixa um tapa forte nos peitos de Harry após colocar sua calcinha de lado e meter com força em sua entrada apertadinha. Harry não consegue fazer nada alem de gemer e arranhar o braço de seu dono, sentindo ele comer sua entrada com força, não o dando tempo de se acostumar com a invasão inicial do membro excessivamente bom e grande de seu papai.

- Daddy... d-devagar, por f-favor... Oh! - Harry pede a Tomlinson mas se perde que sente a glande gorda do mais velho contra seu pontinho de maior prazer.

Sua calcinha esta vergonhosamente molhada, suas costas estão arqueadas a deixando consequentemente mais empinada e Louis continua implacável contra sua bunda.

- Porra, como eu amo te comer... - seu homem sussurra em seu ouvido baixinho, mordendo seu lóbulo antes de investir ainda mais rápido contra si, o fazendo gemer ainda mais alto e fino. - Isso, geme bem alto pra todos saberem que você tem um dono que come essa sua buceta apertada muito bem...

Louis aperta seu pescoço e foca as estocadas fortes em sua próstata, fazendo Styles tremer e chorar de prazer.

- Papai... Se o senhor não parar eu vou... Oh, porra... - Hazz geme fino e o de olhos azuis da um tapa forte em seu rosto ao mesmo tempo em que deixa uma estocada forte em seu pontinho de prazer, pressionando seus peitos contra a porta.

- Nah, você não vai me desobedecer, não é? - a voz persuasiva do mais velho soa para Styles mas ele está cada vez mais fraco pelo orgasmo crescente em seu corpo, com seus mamilos roçando contra sua camisa e a porta da cabine piorando sua situação.

Harry se sente perdido entre obedecer seu dono e ser uma vadia egoísta novamente, mas Louis não o deixa cair nessa espiral de pensamentos já que goza com força na entrada de Styles, diminuindo as estocadas mas não as cessando totalmente.

- Você aprendeu a sua lição, pequena? - Louis questiona sua garota, ainda deixando golpes lentos mas fortes em seu interior.

- Sim, papai... - a voz de Harry sai chorosa e ele só percebe que todo se rosto está banhado por lágrimas necessitadas agora.

- E o que você aprendeu? - a pergunta vem até ela e ela precisa se concentrar muito para conseguir respondê-lo.

- Aprendi que não p-posso provocar o papai e que eu sou sé dele... - um sorriso orgulhoso se abre nos lábios de Tomlinson, mesmo o mais novo não vendo, e ele dá um murmuro de concordância.

- Isso mesmo, neném. O papai está tão orgulhoso que vai deixar a bonequinha dele gozar, você que se esporrar pra mim, princesa? - sem dar chance de resposta à sua garota, o mais velho volta com suas estocadas erráticas contra o pontinho de prazer da mais nova, fazendo-a gemer fodidamente alto.

Uma das mãos do mais velho vai para um de seus mamilos, os puxando por cima da camisa enquanto sua destra vai para o membro de Styles, que continua preso em sua linda calcinha.

- Porra, eu nunca vou me cansar de comer a sua buceta, ela é sempre tão apertada pra mim... - Louis sabe que Hazz é uma garotinha que ama ser exaltada então é exatamente o que ele faz: - Eu amo tanto seus peitos, querida, se eu pudesse tinha eles na minha boca o dia inteiro... - ele sente sua princesa tremer em seus braços e ele sabe que ela está quase lá, assim como ele: - E seu grelinho, porra, eu amo tanto tanto ele, poderia te chupar até você esporrar na minha boca.

E é assim que Styles goza com força na mão de Louis e em sua calcinha, sentindo a porra de Tomlinson atingir sua próstata em cheio enquanto geme alto e sente todo seu corpo tremer.

- Shh, eu te amo, querida. Você foi tão boa pra mim, tão perfeita, fez tudo do jeitinho que eu quis... - a voz mansa e carinhosa de Louis soa enquanto ele lentamente sai de sua garota, que reclama baixinho, querendo seu papai dentro de você por mais tempo.

O mais velho infelizmente sai de sua entradinha usada que vaza porra, fazendo Hazz chorar por não conseguir guardar toda a porra de seu dono. Por outro lado, sabendo que deveriam ir para casa descansar, o de olhos azuis limpa sua garota e arruma sua calcinha, a pegando no colo de maneira delicada.

- Vamos para casa, meu amor... - Tomlinson murmura e abraça mais forte sua princesinha, ignorando todos quando saem do banheiro, indo direto para o carro dos dois.

No final sempre seria assim: Louis e Harry juntos, se resolvendo entre quarto paredes. Ou num banheiro sujo de balada, tanto faz.

obrigado por terem lido!! curtam e deem reblog se gostaram!

#ltops #louis tomlinson #feminine harry #bottom harry #harry styles #gay #larry

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lakesandquarries · 11 months

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8, 10, 14, and 29 for fic ask game :D

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

i.....have not been writing much OTL but i am still thinking very hard about the beauty and the beast/ella enchanted zosan au and maybe a vampire/werewolf/hunter zosanlaw au

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

hmmmm nothing that's been like, completely unexpected, but oh it's you got a lot more attention than i expected!

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

MAN. thats a hard one. honestly with most of my fics i think....some stuff would get lost in the translation to a visual media. i think the tangled rewrite would be cheating so i will say like an animal

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

from a scrapped draft of the batb/ee zosan au:

Zoro’s sitting in the sitting room just off the main hall when the door flies open. He’s on his feet before he even registers it, rushing to see who it is, repressing a sigh of relief when he’s greeted by an unharmed Nami. He’d die before admitting it, but he worries about her sometimes.

Unfortunately it must show on his face even with his attempts at hiding, because Nami grins at him, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “Miss me?” she teases, and he frowns.

“You were gone for almost a week,” he says sullenly, and her face quickly turns serious.

#zoro and nami friendship is Everything to me #cora responds

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 months

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Hi, I really like your blog and the fact that it seems that I can always find what I need when I want to read a specific type of fic. But I wanted to know if you know any Fics that are similar to "Pack Wars by miss_aphelion" I would appreciate if you could find something that showcase the pack actually talking things out than like keeping everything in that messes them up.

Let's see.

Pack Wars by miss_aphelion

(31/31 I 158,621 I Mature I Sterek)

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

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Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.   

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:   

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

There's Monsters at Home by calrissian18

(6/6 I 83,600 I Explicit I Sterek)

“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”

Derek despised him.

I know that you love me, even when I lose my head by LunaCanisLupus_22

(13/13 I 135,585 I Explicit I Sterek)

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

Or the one where Derek gets attacked by hunters, ends up with amnesia and forgets Stiles is his mate

Adult Wolf by KouriArashi

(56/56 I 232,475 I Teen I Sheriff/Peter)

As if Sheriff Stilinski doesn't have enough to deal with, now he's been attacked by some enormous dog in the forest, and that's normal compared to what happens next...

Re-telling of seasons 1-3B with Sheriff Stilinski being bitten instead of Scott.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pack dynamics #submission

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Hi! It's me again, I was wondering if I could ask a Derek hale x sister! Reader where since the hale fire the reader stop talking to anyone but only her siblings (like laura, Derek and cora) and one day the pack come in to derek's loft and saw reader whispering to Derek a d they ate shocked because even at school she never speak but as soon as she saw them she stop speaking/whispering to him. So the pack always try to make her speak by speaking to her or asking her things but reader either sigh or growl but never speak to them even though they're her pack because she's afraid that they'll die once she will start being friendly with tem, sos some people of the pack start getting frustrated and stiles or someone else make a comment about her being mut or thinking that she was mute and Derek her big brother stand up for her. Please and sorry it's so so long.

Derek defending Reader b/c of their Quietness

UGH YES LOVE THIS🦅🦅🦅 it’s not long bro, don’t even worry about it, I love writing for teen wolf teehee

Idk if I did you justice but I hope you enjoy this!!

Derek is SUPER protective of you, like it’s not even funny😭

Since you’re with your older brother most of the time, the pack has gotten used to your presence and silence, yet were always so curious to know more about you!

But whenever they’ve come across you, whether it be at school, walking down a street, or even when fighting, you never say a peep to any of them

They obviously know that you somewhat care for them with all the times you’ve saved their asses from trouble, but you’re just so quiet that it’s hard to form a connection with you

I don’t think they’ve actually heard your voice besides from the occasion sigh or chuckle you would let out whenever someone said something funny

At one point they all just assumed you were mute until they one day unexpectedly dropped by Derek’s studio when they hear faint talking from outside his door

Of course they hear Derek’s deep voice, but they also hear a new voice as well

This once is much softer, yet filled with life as they heard the joyful laughing of this unknown person

Stiles being Stiles, homeboy just barges in to see who this new person only to see the surprised faces of you and your brother

“You can talk?!” Is definitely the first thing this dude would say

Your mouth is glued shut at the question and before the group can begin interrogating you, Derek steps in to separate you all

Since then, the group (mostly stiles tho) would try and make you talk

Whether it be about the most random things, they are always in some way waiting for your response

I think Allison would be the one in the pack to understand your hesitance of forming a connection with them because of your terrible pst

She understands your boundaries and only converses with you when it’s only the two of you

Allison doesn’t let her surprise how on her face you you laugh at a joke she offhandedly said to make you feel comfortable

She’s the only one you would actually talk to in private, allowing her to take a place in your heart with how many times she’s saved you, and made you laugh

Scott doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by any means, but sometimes the silence between you both makes him feel awkward

He definitely bugs Derek about it though. Because of how much he asks about it, Derek does fold at one point and reveals why you never speak around them

Scott sees you in a different light at the knowledge of you scared of forming relationships with them, but he doesn’t treat you any differently

He’s learned to embrace the silence and calmness you bring, throwing smiles towards you every now and then when you guys make eye contact

Lydia and Stiles are more of the pushy types, always bothering you about why you don’t talk

Lydia learns to just let I go though after the first few times she tries talking to you

She doesn’t wanna waste her breath when you won’t even respond to a yes or no question😭 you usually communicate with her with your eyes or by nodding your head

Stiles on the other hand won’t let go of it

He’s always asking you questions, waiting for a response before babbling about something else

There are times that he asks sensitive questions which he knows is wrong and insensitive of him but he just wants to hear you speak again

I think we all know how stiles is, pushing someone’s else’s limits until they actually do so emerging to him to him shut up💀

I think Scott might reveal a little about you to Stiles because of how annoying he’s gotten about the subject

Stiles actually gets fed up one random day tho after the group almost gets killed because of your reluctance to communicate with them, making an off handed, and lowkey insulting, comment towards you

“What, are you finally gonna speak at our funerals when one of us dies? There won’t really be a point in doing so though.”

Might not seem like much, but for you, your heart breaks at that

He will admit it’s not his proudest moment

The second the comment leaves his mouth tho, Derek is slamming the younger boy against a way and giving him the death stare

Everyone gasps at the sound of Stiles hitting the wall

Scott tries to make Derek let go, but Stiles was talking shit to his younger sibling and he’s not gonna take that

You quickly walk over though, resting a hand on his arm

Everyone is supposed, even Derek, when you speak

“It’s ok Derek, let him go.”

After a moment of hesitation, Derek lets Stiles go, not before threatening to rip his head off if her ever speaks to you like that

Once he’s backed off, you look to Stiles, eyes filled with hurt and anger

“Are you happy now Stiles?”

And boom, you angrily walk away leaving everyone tense, Allison chasing after you

I think this’ll have a more emotional affect on you because this dude basically forced you to kinda relive a trauma you’ve grown to have

He destroyed the coping mechanism you had, which was keeping to yourself in silence

But maybe this was the push you needed. Maybe you needed someone to break you out of this shell you were in.

It was a difficult and scary process for you, but with the support of Derek and Allison, you slowly began speaking more

Starting with small comments, everyone gave you time and space to go at your own pace when talking with you

I think you would have a stutter because of your limited amount of contact you’ve had with other people throughout the years

So the pack patiently as you get out the words and sentences you stumble on occasionally

They don’t make fun of it, but instead encourage you to continue, especially if you get frustrated when you can’t get out a specific word

They are also there to remind you that they’re always going to be there for you, and that they won’t ever leave you💔

You appreciate so much because that’s been your number one fear ever since the fire that happened all those years ago

While at first things were still awkward with you and Stiles, he apologized the second you guys were alone

He’s super sincere and remorse full of the way he treated you. You accept his apology, but not without giving him the classic Hale threat if he ever does it again🤭

Derek is still super protective of you and always reminds you to not push yourself

You honestly love and appreciate him for that, and often remind him how much you appreciate him

Cora, if she’s visiting, would be surprised to hear you talking freely now. While she gives Stiles the stink eye at hearing how it all happened, she’s lowkey happy that you’ve finally broken from your chains of doubt

#teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x you #platonic Derek hale x reader #derek hale x reader #derek hale #stiles teen wolf #stiles stilinski #Scott teen wolf #Scott mccall #lydia teen wolf #lydia Martin #allison teen wolf #allison argent #malia teen wolf #x reader #teen wolf headcanons #teen wolf #headcanons #teen wolf ask

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mandiemegatron · 8 months

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𝕋𝕠 𝔹𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕

ᶜᵒʳᵃᶻᵒⁿ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ / ᴰᵒⁿᵠᵘᶦˣᵒᵗᵉ ᴿᵒˢᶦⁿᵃⁿᵗᵉ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴿᵃᵗᵉᵈ: ᴹ // ᴼᵛᵉʳᵗᵒᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ // ˢᵉˣ, ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ, ˡᵒᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᵘʳ ᶜˡᵘᵐˢʸ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉˢ 😤

A/N : Hello once again my lovelies !!! This is a tasty lil treat for my love @kaizokuniichan who asked me to write up something for our lover, Rosinante. I think this is the LONGEST piece I've ever written, I just had so much fun, I couldn't stop writing!!! I hope you enjoy babe, he loves you so much! He's gunna smooch you so hard! 🥰🥰🤭🤭

Doflamingo had taken you in after you saved Baby 5's young life, putting yourself in harms way to save the child and coming out from the fight nearly unscathed. The small girl had clung to you like a lifeline and refused to let go when you went to hand her off. Doflamingo had laughed, the sound echoing in your ears, but it didn't frighten you, only able to give him a bright smile when he offered you a place on his ship.

When Corazon suddenly showed up, you swore the tension could have been sliced with a butterknife, watching the two brothers stare each other down until Doflamingo relented, pulling his younger brother into a tight hug while exclaiming, "My brother has returned!" There was a celebration that night, the Donquixote Pirates always finding some reason to drink and party.

You listened absent-mindedly as Diamante insulted the brother, your eyes taking the slightly shorter Donquixote, curious of the man. Your cheeks burned when his eyes met yours, smoke from his cigarette floating up and slightly obscuring his view, which gave you the chance to walk away, heading down to the kitchen to make up a snack.

You had just finished your snack when footsteps alerted you; your eyes flicking up from the book in front of you to the younger brother standing at the door, a slightly apprehensive look on his face as he took you in. You gave a small smile and a wave, which he returned after a moment, which caused you to chuckle softly.

"I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you."

He walked over and sat scross from you pulling out a notebook and scribbling something down, sliding the notebook to you with a small grin. You were gentle with the book, fingers brushing over the page as you read the words.

You can call me Corazon, the pleasure is mine.

Your cheeks tinted pink as you slid the notebook back, unable to keep the small smile off your face as you began to sign, the movements a little clunky from disuse.

/Do you sign? It might be easier to communicate./

His eyes lit up like a light and a wide grin replaced the small one, giving you two thumbs up before responding in a flurry of signs.

/I do! I've only met one other person who could sign, this is definitely easier-/

You cut him off with a laugh, the sound causing him to falter as a light blush covered his own cheeks.

"You're going too fast, Cora-san, I can't keep up like that."

He repeated his movements but much slower this time, your head nodding slightly before you replied,

/Much better, that's much easier to follow. Thank you!/

His grin returned and you knew then that you could enjoy his company anytime.

~ A few months later ~

Walking through the newest town you'd stopped at, Baby 5 at your heels as she chattered about how excited she was to find a new dress. You smiled down at the girl and turned to your bodyguard for the day, laughing at the sour look on Corazons face.

"You know, we would have been just fine. You didn't have to come with us, Cora-san."

He sighed through his nose and signed,

/Doflamingo said I had to. Apparently you're important to him./

Your cheeks burned at the thought of your Captain calling you important, though you quickly frowned and gave Corazons arm a slap. He flinched at the feeling, giving you a matching frown and blowing smoke down at you.

"Not me, her. She's important, I'm expendable."

His face changed at your words, quickly signing out something but you turned from him, not caring what he had to say at that moment.

"I don't have a devil fruit, I'm not nobility, I'm nothing special. Doflamingo can find a child caretaker anywhere, I'm just..."

You gave a shrug, arms crossing over your chest as you keep your eyes peeled for the store you and Baby 5 looked at the day prior.

"I'm just convenient."

There was silence between the three of you until the store came into view, the small girl giving an excited shriek as she ran towards it. You shouted after her, running and catching up to her easily, snatching her up in your arms with a loud laugh that matched her own.

Corazon watched the sight with a heavy heart, knowing the Donquixote Pirates was no place for your kindness and love. Watching you care for Baby 5 hurt him, knowing his job was to keep kids from joining this ruined crew and his failure hung over him like a storm cloud. His hands jammed into his pants pockets as he strolled towards the store, following you both in and standing off to the side.

He shrugged off the whispers from surrounding people, his eyes trained on you and you only, watching as you held Baby 5 on your hip while you scoured the racks for good deals. He couldn't help but smile softly, his eyes soft and warm as yours met his. Your cheeks tinted pink, snapping your head back to the rack as the small girl pulled a cute dress from the rack.

"Great choice," he heard you respond, your voice light and happy.

Corazon's eyes moved from you two to outside, simply people watching and keeping his alert high just in case. He jumped when a heavy hand met his shoulder, ready to grab his pistol when his brother suddenly leaned into his vision, a low sigh leaving him as he shook his head. Doflamingo cackled, giving his brother a slight shake.

"Ah brother, don't be so bitter! It's not my fault you're not paying attention."

Corazon glared for a moment before clapping a hand on Doflamingos' own shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze before turning your attention back to you. Doflamingo gave a low chuckle, his attention also on you as you laughed at whatever Baby 5 had said.

"She's something else, isn't she."

Corazon was shocked at the words from his brother, eyebrows shooting up as he turned back to him. He titled his head slightly, motioning for Doflamingo to continue. The elder brother simply sighed and gave Corazons shoulder a squeeze of his own before letting it fall.

"If you have to ask, then you wouldn't understand."

Corazon turned back to you before giving his brother a nod. He did understand, but he wouldn't let his brother know that.

The two brothers watched you almost dance around the store, a small collection of dresses for the girl in your free arm as you finally went to go pay. Gathering the bag, you placed Baby 5 down and thanked the vendor, leading the girl out and smiling beautifully at the two brothers as you passed them.

There was a moment of silence between the Donquixotes, before Doflamingo finally murmured out,

"... That's what I meant."

He followed after you, leaving Corazon to lean outside the store. His heart clenched as Doflamingo laid a hand on the top of your head, your head turning to look up at him and Corazon felt something snap as you smiled lovingly up at his brother. He hated how suave his brother was and how dirty he played, watching you fall into his hands like easy prey. You didn't deserve the pain his brother would give you, treating you like a fly stuck in a spiders web.

Corazon decided then that he would do everything in his power to get you out.

That night, the crew had taken over a tavern, drinking it dry and eating everything available, the poor owner having no choice but to sit back and watch the Donquixotes rip his livelihood apart for their own amusement. You sat between the brothers, an old logbook in your hands that you'd stolen from the local bookstore, making marks and little ticks in the book to anything you thought important.

"While I admire your dedication, I really wish you'd relax."

You jumped at the sudden voice, looking up at your Captain with a wide grin and a laugh as you reply,

"This is me relaxing."

Doflamingo gave a cackle, his head tilting back as the sound echoed to the ceiling. Your cheeks burned, thinking he was making fun of you, but when he looked back to you, his hand went under your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact. His thumb ran over your lower lip as he replied lightly,

"I could show you how to really relax, if you'd like."

Your eyes stared into the rose tinted glasses, rendered mute for a moment until you laughed nervously, pulling your face from his grasp.

"Maybe next time."

You remove yourself from between the brothers as you gather your book, waving them off as you said your good nights, making your way to the rooms upstairs. You checked the kids first, sighing softly with a small smile as Baby 5, Buffalo and Dellinger rested, oblivious to the party raging downstairs.

Closing the door, you turned and jumped, fist raised and ready to attack as you took in a shadow, giving an irritated grunt as Corazon stepped out from the darkness.

/You okay?/

You gave a soft "Tsk," and lowered your fist, straightening yourself before signing back,

/You scared the shit out of me./

He immediately signed back,

/I'm so sorry./

You gave a soft sigh and nodded, rubbing a tired hand over your face.

"It's okay, I'm just... on edge."

Corazon tilted his head curiously, motioning for you to continue so you grabbed his hand, pulling him to your room and closing the door behind you after pushing him in.

You rested your forehead against the door before turning and looking at him, your eyes sad and expression nervous as you asked,

"Can I trust you?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap as he threw a long leg over the other. He stared you down for a long moment before giving a solid nod, his own expression determined.

You placed your book on the small dresser and walked to him, sitting beside him and staring out the open window. You were silent for a while, gathering strength to be honest with the younger Donquixote.

"... I think I want to leave."

Your voice was so soft that Corazon wasn't sure he heard you properly. One of his hands met your back and gave it a gentle rub as your face collapsed into your palms. His heart broke as a soft sob left you, your shoulders shaking as you bit back more tears.

"I think I bit off way more than I could chew and now I'm fucked."

While you sobbed into your hands, you took no notice of his other hand moving outwards almost lazily, a soft murmur coming from him but you didn't hear, too in your emotions to pay attention to anything else.

"... calm..."

A soft blue barrier washed over you two, a feeling of a breeze washing over your skin, causing you to lift your face from your palms in confusion. You turned to Corazon as he lifted his hand from your back and signed to you,

/... can I trust you?/

You gently reached out and took his hand in both of yours, thumbs brushing over the back of his as you gave a solid nod of your own. He took a shaky breath before responding in a low voice,

"... you don't deserve this."

You froze, eyes wide as your breath hitched in your throat. He... spoke.

He spoke.

Your mind ran on that one thought for a moment, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes finally met his once again, clear anxiousness written across his face as he waited for you to say something, anything.

"You..."

Tears welled in your eyes again as you finally choked out,

"Cora-san... help me."

You're pulled into his lap, his strong arms tight around you as your face buries into his neck. One of his hands cradles the back of your head while the other rubs over your back, his own eyes prickling with tears as he holds you to him.

"I'm so sorry you got caught up in Doflamingos insanity. You are too good for him."

You clung to Corazon like a moth to an open flame, his velvety voice washing over your skin and warming you from the inside out. After a while, you pulled away, wiping at your face as you murmured,

"I'm so sorry, how embarrassing-"

Your voice faltered as he cups your face, thumbs brushing away left over tears as his eyes bored into yours.

"Never apologize for being honest."

Your eyes searched his, your hands moving to his chest and lightly gripping around his shirt. Slowly, your faces moved closer, his nose brushing against yours as your breath mingled, lips so close-

There was an explosion of light outside the window, pulling both of your attention to it. The smell of smoke met your nose and you gasped, looking back to Corazon with a worried expression. Hopping off his lap, you ran to the window and groaned at the sight, seeing the building across from the tavern now decimated and in ruins, flames licking the sky. Doflamingo stood before it, his arms raised as he cackled maliciously to the sky. There was no sound which confused you, your head turning to question Corazon when suddenly it returned, Doflamingos laugh chilling you to the bone. It mingled with the crackle of the fire, your arms wrapping around yourself as you took in the sight.

"God damn," you breathed out, stepping back from the window and jumping when your back met Corazons stomach. You looked up at him and your brows furrowed nervously as you took in his expression, his emotions screaming out of his face as he took in the sight.

"Your brother is fucking terrifying, Corazon."

He looked down at you when you spoke, a deep frown on his lip as he gave you a slow nod, raising a hand to sign,

/He is./

You frowned, confused as you whispered out,

"... Are you mute or not?"

He shook his head sadly, running a nervous hand through his hair under his hat before signing,

/I'm mute for my own safety./

You turned and wrapped your arms around him, worry eating away at your heart as his own arms caged you to him.

"... Are you in danger, Cora-san?"

There was silence between you, and you squeezed him slightly, your face pressed against his sternum as he wrote Y E S on your back with a finger. Your own fingers clenched around his shirt, giving a soft sigh of relief as silence rested over you both once more. You pulled back to look up at him and asked,

"You have a devil fruit?"

He nodded slowly, his eyes still watching the chaos outside the window.

"You have to promise me you won't say anything."

Your expression steeled as you confirmed confidently,

"I'd die before saying anything."

His eyes snapped to you, his face breaking as he looked down at you. A large hand cupped your face and you leaned into it, one of your hands moving to press against the back of his own.

"Now I need you to promise you won't die for me."

You couldn't help but laugh, eyes tearing up as you pressed a kiss to his palm before you joked back,

"No promises, Cora-san."

No longer having the strength to keep watching his brothers madness, he took you away from the window, sitting back on the bed and returning you to his lap. Your legs caged his waist, hands on his shoulders as his own brushed over your hips. You shivered under his touch, both your cheeks burning bright red as your eyes met.

You made the first move, pressing a quick but gentle kiss to the side of his lips, smiling to yourself at the small gasp that left him. His lips chased yours as you slowly pulled back, brushing your nose against his as your lips barely touched. A soft moan escaped you and his fingers twitched, digging into your flesh as he finally captured your mouth, a delicious mound growing under you which you lovingly ground against.

Corazons breath caught in his chest as he kissed you, unable to form any thought as his hands met your ass, pressing you down against him to relieve the pressure of his cock straining in his pants. You moaned again, the sound muffled by his lips as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip. You gave him entrance and a low groan reverberated in his chest, his fingers gripping your ass cheeks as you felt your panties become soaked from your warmth.

His lips left yours to trail over your neck, your head falling back as his lips and teeth teased your flesh, your hips grinding against him almost desperately as one of his hands crawled up your shirt. His massive hand took a breast into it, his deft fingers twisting and teasing a perky nipple, grinning into your skin as you moaned his name.

"I could listen to that all day," he breathed out against your neck before leaving a hickey, his tongue licking over the bruising once he was pleased with it. He took in your breathless look for a moment, pleased with himself as he murmured down to you deliciously,

"Can I be selfish? Can I have you tonight?"

Your hands immediately went to his button-up, ripping at the fabric and pushing it from his shoulders. He gave a pleased laugh, capturing your wrists to stop you as he kissed you again, a little softer than before as he murmured,

"Say yes."

You kissed him back for a moment before brushing your nose along his cheek, your lips right by his ear as you whispered with a beg,

"Please fuck me, Cora-san."

The man's brain malfunctioned, a choked sound leaving him as his hands tightened around your wrists, a desperate need snapping in him. You blinked and your back was against the bed, Corazon towering over you as his hands ripped off your clothes, your own hands tearing at his belt and pants.

Once you were naked under him, his hands teased over your skin, his eyes taking in every inch of you as if committing your body to his memory. He wanted to capture everything, every little moan, every twitch your body gave - he wanted it all.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured as his fingers danced over your soaked cunt, grinning to himself as your hips twitched towards them, a fleeting whine leaving your lips as he pulled them away.

"Please, Cora-san, please, I need you -"

Your voice cracked as he pressed a finger until you, your eyes rolling back as a filthy whimper left you. He quickly added a second, slowly beginning to stretch you as he pumped in and out, your pussy squeezing around his fingers to the point he sucked a hiss in through his teeth, his other hand gripping his massive cock through his undies for a moment before caging over you again. You almost blacked out as he added a third, stretching you more than you'd ever been before, and your hand met his wrist, tears pricking your eyes.

"Too much, love?"

His eyes were so kind, so loving as he looked down at you, tears spilling from your own as you gave a small shake of your head.

"I... I just need... a second..."

When you were ready, you gave a nod and moved against his hand, moaning deliciously as the fire returned, pleasure overtaking the pain as he finger fucked you into the mattress. You were so close, praise babbling past your lips as your eyes bored into his own. His cheeks were bright red, lipstick smeared on his face and you assumed your own, a hand cupping his cheek as you cried,

"I'm so close, I'm so close, God please Cora-san, please, I'm gunna cum, I'm-"

His lips devoured yours as he pistoned into you, your breasts bouncing slightly at the ferocity. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, nails digging into his back as you spilled over the edge, almost sobbing into the kiss as you gushed over his fingers, squirting over and over and staining the bedsheets. He let you ride your orgasm out entirely, leaving his fingers inside your soaked cunt until he knew you were coming down. Pulling them from you, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked them clean, moaning at how sweet you tasted.

If he died tomorrow, he knew he would die a happy man, just from your taste alone.

"... that was so beautiful," he choked out as your tired hands pulled at his boxers, fingers dipping into the waistband and brushing against his incredibly large cock. He gave a shuddering moan at the feeling, pulling his undies down and kicking them off before situating himself between your legs, precum pooling at the tip of his cock and dripping onto your mound. You shivered at the feeling, the wet slick chilling you as a breeze swept into the room.

You both stared each other down, your gazes similar as he leaned down to capture your lips once again. His tip pressed into you, and you whined with a hiss, pulling back from the kiss to look up at him. One of his hands tenderly holds your face as he slowly presses into you, guilt seeping into his skin as he watches your face scrunch in pain.

"Do you-"

You glare up at him as best you can as you bite out,

"Don't you dare stop."

Something in him snaps, and he fills you in one thrust, groaning loudly at how tight you are as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Your eyes roll back and you arch off the bed, the tip of his cock assaulting your insides as you try to relax and adjust to his massive size.

"Such a good girl, you're so good for me," he praises you softly as he slowly pulls out and presses back into you just as slow. It takes only a moment for the pleasure to overtake the pain and you pant, giving him a begging look as you cry out,

"Harder!"

His hips immediately snap into yours, pulling a choked sound from you as he begins to fuck you, his head thrown back as he moans to the ceiling. His hands are rough on your hips, fingers digging into your skin to the point it bruises. You watch your stomach grow everytime he thrusts into you, his cock overfilling you and pushing you beyond the divides of pleasure that you've ever felt.

He suddenly cages over you, one hand moving from your hips to roughly grab your face, an almost dark look in his eyes as he watches you with blown pupils.

"You gunna cum for me?"

You moan shakily at his words, the thread inside you threatening to snap once again as he continues to rearrange your organs.

"I ask you a question."

He stops moving and you cry out, tears stinging your eyes again as your hips try to fuck against him to no avail.

"Yes baby, yes, please make me cum, make me yours, make me cum baby, please-"

Five deep and possessive thrusts is all it took for you to scream out, sobbing out his name as he fucks a second orgasm out of you, his hips stuttering and losing his rythym as he follows you over the edge, choking out your name as his forehead meets yours. You feel his cock twitch inside you, his seed spilling out and joining your stains as he lazily thrusted, chasing the butterfly kisses of pleasure as his lips press against yours.

You both hold each other, kisses and soft breaths exchanged as tears rush out of your eyes. You flinched as something wet hits your cheeks, and you can't bite back the sob that leaves you as you take in Corazons own teary-eyed face. Your hands cup his face, and you kiss him over and over, your legs still wrapped around his waist as if he'd disappear the second you let go.

"Y/N,"

His voice was so soft, his throat wrecked from his moans and sobbing.

"D-did you mean it?"

You wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand, brows furrowed slightly in confusion as he chokes on his words, his cheeks bright red as he somehow gets out,

"... make you mine?"

Your own face burned bright red and you nodded, pursing your lips into a tight line for a moment before responding,

"Y-yeah."

Tears roll down his face like a waterfall, his face scrunched as he sobs,

"Really?"

You can't help but laugh lightly, your hands taking his face as your thumbs wipe away the never-ending onslaught of tears. You gave him a genuine, loving smile as you replied,

"... If you'll have me."

His cock twitched inside you and you wince with a moan, your back arching slightly as he thrusts into you again. He cages over you again and he slowly begins to fuck you again, his lips pressing to yours hard for a moment before he pulls away to breath out,

"Mine."

His teeth nip your bottom lip.

"My beautiful girl."

They move to your neck, sucking and biting the flesh til his name was written across your entire body.

"...Mine."

He catches your chin in a rough grasp again. His eyes are half-lidded, heavy and full of obsession as he moaned out,

"Mine."

A/N : AND THERE WE HAVE IT !!! I cannot express how much fun I had writing this, i love Rosinante so much 😭😭😭😭 my mans deserved better Oda-sensei 😭😭😭😭😭 also, I had to stop and walk away from this MUTLIPLE times because i made myself blush like ???? 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 good lord.

Anywhore, I love you all sm !! 💖💖💖💖💖💖 Please reblog/like/comment if you enjoyed, it gives me motivation and excitement to keep writing !! Thank you so much !! Be good my lil tangerines! 💖💖💖💖💖

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Heya!

I wanted to ask if you could write some TrafLaw x fem!reader but she reminds him of Corazon (the way she acts, dresses and smokes her cigs)? At first he doesn’t know what to think/feel/do due to his past, but eventually he falls for her?🌸✨

That would be amazing since I really like your work and story telling ~🙏🏻💙

Thank you!!🫶🏻

Hey, absolutely!! Thank-you so much for requesting from me, it means a lot!

[heads up!: cigarette use, afab reader]

Law doesn’t believe in reincarnation. It’s too romantic of a notion, too hopeful to think that people can come back just because they’ve loved and been loved enough. And even if such things were possible with concrete proof, he doubts the universe would be so kind as to allow him something like that.

And yet.

You aren’t Corazon. He knows that – Corazon died years ago, a lifetime ago. If he thinks about it too long, he can still taste the gunpowder and smoke, feel the chill in his bones. He doesn’t believe in reincarnation, but there must be some kind of cosmic interference at play, comedy for how much of Cora he sees in you.

And wishes he didn’t.

At first, the similarities are coincidental. You like to smoke, just like him – a horrible habit when it comes to your health, but all he can do is keep reminding you, watching as you snuff it out with a sheepish grin when his gaze lingers too long. There’s the way you dress, too – again, not something specific to Corazon and Corazon alone, but it’s a little eerie that you have the same taste in fashion. (And then, the fact that Cora had been male, and you are not.)

It’s a lot of little things, too. The way you smile, the easy way that you interact with the crew – before you, Law had allowed himself to sometimes daydream about what it would’ve been like to have Cora here too. Lanky, clumsy, wonderful Cora.

On days where the coincidental similarities are too much, he considers making you leave. You’re too much ㅡ too much like the man who'd fought to extend his borrowed time, let him steal too much of it at his expense.

That wouldn't be fair to you, though. You don't know, you couldn't ㅡ because he asks you. If maybe, somehow, you'd once run into him.

"Nah," you answer when he asks, playing with your lighter. "Think I'd remember if I had. But this guy ㅡ Corazon, you said?” He watches the plush of your lips around your cigarette, the practiced flick of your finger against the lighter as you bring it up. He listens to it click, watches as you inhale, then exhale. “I think he’s proud of you, Captain. Proud that you didn’t let his efforts go to waste. That you’ve become someone worthy of following without being cruel.”

Law wants to hate you, at that moment. Childish fury, irritation because you don’t know Cora, how dare you try to speak for him and try to say how he must feel? But you mean well, there’s no malicious intention with your words. So he bites back the instinctual vitriol, patches up that wound that never seems to heal.

He thinks he’s done well to keep his comparisons to himself outside of that conversation, but maybe he hasn’t – because somewhere down the line, he lets up. Lowers his guard just a little at a time, lets you in step by step. Uncharted waters that he treads oh-so-carefully – unexpected, but not wholly unwanted.

“I’m not Corazon, Law.” Your tone is soft, an undercurrent of something that makes him look up from where he’d been studying and over at you. You’re tucked at the corner of his bed, jacket draped around your shoulders (black, just like his, but without the thick carpet of feathers). “You know that, right?”

He’s not sure where you’re going with this. “Of course I do,” he responds. “Is something wrong?”

You hesitate, attention drifting over his room. Everything has a place, of course, but there’s just enough disarray to be comforting. The papers stacked on every available surface of his desk, the books stacked precariously at the corner, bookmarked and worn thin by the repeated drag of fingers over text – all of it comes together in a way that’s unmistakably Law.

You love it, love him – and while Law has yet to let something that vulnerable slip from his lips, the fact that he allows you to coexist here with him, outside the role of Captain and subordinate, is more than enough.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you answer when he prompts with a call of your name, “I just…I wanted to make sure that you knew.” Anxiety makes your fingers twitch with the needed habit of a cigarette to soothe your nerves, but you don’t reach for one. You won’t smoke in here (and idly, you wonder if Law’s noticed the sharp decrease in that habit as a whole), and force yourself to meet his gaze. “I just don’t want this to be because I resemble him.”

The fear that he’s only allowing you this close because you remind him of his savior has lurked for a while now and while you’re usually good at quieting it yourself, you need him to confirm that his feelings exist outside of the parallels that border on uncanny.

Law is silent, staring at you until you look away, and his chest aches. He gets it, why you’d worry that he feels the way he does only for the idea of keeping whatever little mementos of Cora he finds as close as he can. That wouldn’t be fair to you, would be unspeakably cruel – and while he’s awkward with intimate emotion, that’s not something he’d ever do.

“I know that you’re not him,” he begins, tone soft as he moves to sit next to you. “For one, you’re not as clumsy as he was. Nor do you have the knack for being on fire, which I’m grateful for.” He means for it to be in jest, but you still won’t look at him. He hesitates, then reaches for your hand. “I don’t like you because you look and act like Cora, [Name].”

You move to pull your hand away, but his fingers slot through yours and curl so that you can’t, keeping you anchored to him. “It’s rude to try and leave when someone’s talking. Please listen.”

After a moment, your fingers curl around his. “Okay.”

“Cora meant everything to me. He tried so hard to find a doctor who would treat me and when he couldn’t, he risked his own life to steal the ope-ope fruit so I could find a cure myself.” It hurts, prodding at that years old injury, the silent fear that he’d never live up to Cora’s expectations, make his sacrifice worth it. Some days, he still feels like the frightened, helpless child he’d once been. “But you…you aren’t him. You’re your own person, and I think it’d be incredibly unfair to pursue a relationship with you because of something as shallow as coincidental similarities.”

Finally, you turn back towards him. “So you like me–”

“Because you’re you,” he states firmly. “I know that I’m not the best at expressing things like this.” Too afraid to voice it out loud, for fear that it’ll jinx you, set you up for being taken from him. “I want you to stay with me, please. I want this to work.”

You could reject him. Untangle your hand from his, pull away entirely, go back to before – or leave entirely. But you don’t. Instead, you tighten your grip on his hand just a little more, let yourself lean over, head on his shoulder. Law stiffens for a moment, then relaxes, tips his head to rest against yours.

“I love you,” you say, and Law doesn’t say it back – not yet, but he doesn’t have to. For now, this – the warmth of his body next to yours, the slight shift to press his lips to your hair – is more than enough.

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#–ml: law.

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