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OMG im obsessed with the fic with Cora and Doffy X Reader! i was wondering if i could request just Corazon X Reader? im absolutely crazy about the idea of sweet Cora having those repressed sadistic urges, and his struggle with wanting to be soft and kind, but cant help liking the darker and meaner, its just. UGH SO GOOD

Maybe the reader could have picked up on that a bit and is teasing him into giving in to those urges (which they're totally into lol)

Also i love your fics sm! keep up the great work <3

✧.* art credit!

➤ pairing: donquixote rosinante (corazon) x gn!reader

➤ word count: 1.3k

➤ warnings: dom!corazon, possessive!corazon, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), praise kink, established relationship, fem reader

RIGHT ITS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT!!! we barely know anything about cora outside of what law experienced and we'll probably never find out more so.... character interpretation!

my first draft of this had a paragraph where the reader acted bratty to try to coax out his mean side and he almost starting crying.... i took it out because i couldn't do that to him (ㅠ‸ㅠ)

this ended up being pretty similar to the other fic (read here) but i hope you like it!

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Corazon was the sweetest man you’d ever met. Sure, he was a master of deception – hiding his Devil Fruit powers and tricking his brother into trusting him was definitely not an easy feat. His anger issues could use some work, even though the reasons behind his outrage were always justified. But his loving personality and strong sense of morality were very real.

He never doubted your kind heart, either. You had joined the Donquixote Family simply because you had no other options, and dealing with his crazy older brother was better than starving on the streets. Corazon was able to relax around you, be silly and affectionate without being judged by his cold-hearted coworkers, and finally speak after long stretches of staying silent.

But there was more to him.

Doflamingo seemed to be the black sheep based on what little you knew about the biological Donquixotes. A rare case of madness in an otherwise well-intentioned family. However, the brothers still shared the same genes and the same horrific childhood. And even though Corazon never discussed his experiences in the Navy, he certainly witnessed terrible things that still weighed on his mind.

Your boyfriend tried his best to keep any deep-rooted darkness away from you, but it was unhealthy for him to repress every negative emotion. You wanted him to feel comfortable around you. He didn’t need to be an angel all the time.

One time, the eternally clumsy blonde almost fell trying to hover above you in bed. Not wanting to crush you with his ten-foot tall body, he caught himself by grabbing your arm. Hard. You squeaked in surprise and he immediately apologized, but dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises stained your skin by the end of the night.

Early the next morning, when he thought you were still asleep, he lightly traced the marks over and over. You caught him staring at them throughout the day, too, looking more intrigued than upset. He littered your neck, chest, and thighs with hickies the next time you fucked, and you realized inflicting pain wasn’t what turned him on – he didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted to mark you. Those were his fingerprints on your arm.

So much was taken away from him at a young age that of course he wanted to claim you as his own. Hickies were more conventionally sexy than bruises, so he was less ashamed about admiring them in front of you and telling you how pretty you look. Even gently rubbing a large one on your neck during a Family meeting, which made his brother huff and tell you to get a room. Corazon did get a room after that – pulled you aside into a private bathroom and fucked you against the sink while making you stare at yourself in the mirror. Whispering in a deep voice about how the color of your hickies matched his plum-colored lipstick.

A few weeks later, he came home in the middle of the night after being away on a mission with Diamante and Trebol for nearly a week. Thunder boomed outside the window and his feathery black coat left behind a trail of rainwater as he stumbled into your shared room. His tall frame visibly shook with anger, his dark sunglasses barely covered the fury burning in his eyes. You got out of bed to greet him and asked how the operation went, but he just pulled you into a very wet hug and mumbled, “I don’t want to think about it ever again.” 

You blinked slowly and whispered, “I can help you forget.”

The blonde threw his half-burned cigarette to the floor then smashed his lips against yours. He didn’t bother taking the time to build up to a heated kiss. Immediately biting your lower lip raw before pushing his long tongue inside your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut, easily submitting and letting him take whatever he wanted from you. The smell of smoke caught both of your attention. Corazon instinctively stomped out the cigarette ashes smoldering on the throw rug without tearing away from the kiss for even a moment. 

“Let me use you.” He looked as desperate as he sounded. “Just for tonight, can you be my little doll? I’ll make it up to you later, I promise, I’ll be so good to you.” Heat shot straight to your core and you nodded fervently, clutching onto his drenched clothes like your life depended on it.

Which is how you ended up with his lengthy cock down your throat, your bare ass in the air and body wedged between his sprawled-out legs. Calloused fingers tangled in your hair to firmly guide you up and down. Graciously giving you time to relax by letting you swirl your tongue around the swollen tip, though he never pulled you entirely off his dick. He looked so pretty like this – damp hair clinging to his forehead, pale cheeks turned pretty pink, subtly squirming on the mattress, pupils fully blown out with lust. 

Corazon suddenly thrust upwards to hear you gag, several inches of his cock forcing their way into your tight throat. Tiny teardrops reflexively lined your eyes as your gag reflex kicked in. You expected the blonde to panic and immediately stop – even though it was just your body’s natural reaction and you were enjoying every second. But instead, he licked his lips like he wanted to devour you. 

There were those Doflamingo genes.

But unlike his selfish brother, Corazon asked if you were comfortable with everything happening for the second time that night. You gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, obviously unable to verbally confirm with his dick stretching your mouth to its limit. His cock drooled salty precum onto your tongue as thick globs of your drool dripped down to his balls. 

You used both hands to stroke the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth – the huge man had a huge dick to match. Corazon swatted them away, held your wrists in one giant hand then pushed down hard until every inch of him was deep in your throat, messy blonde pubes tickling your nose. He was glad he set up a sound barrier, otherwise the entire Family would’ve heard the debauched moan that spilled from his lips.

After a few moments of admiring you and the prominent bulge in your throat, your boyfriend released you just before it became too much. “Good girl,” Corazon panted with a dazed smile. “Such a good girl, taking it all like you’re supposed to.”

He gave up trying to hold back after that, bucking his hips against your face and rambling about how pretty and perfect you looked like this. He pressed your head all the way down again just before he hit his peak, shooting a large load of cum directly into your stomach. When he saw your ruined state, a dark pit formed in his stomach. Tears stained your cheeks and spit dripped down your chin as you gasped for air, and he was turned on by it. 

Corazon quickly pulled you close to press soft kisses against your cheek and make sure you were okay. Nothing you said seemed to convince him, so you brought his hand between your thighs. When he swiped a finger through your folds, his eyes widened at how wet you were. He admired the way your sticky juices webbed between his digits, then immediately began toying with your cunt.

“I would’ve stopped you if you didn’t like it,” you grinned, shamelessly rutting against the palm of his hand. “Ruin me with your cock more. I’ll be a good toy for you.”

Corazon gulped, stomach fluttering with sinful excitement. “O-Okay, if… if you’re sure that’s what you want.”

Both of you knew he wanted it more than anything.

How about trans!male reader x Corazón/Rosinante with a marking kink? Something romanticly cheesy?

Rosinante x Trans! Male reader

Cw: Smut, marking kink (Corazon), fingering, pre-established relationship, pet names, use of “Good boy” once, just some ‘soft’ smut with sweet Rosinante at the end.

A/N: First time doing a request, hope you like it! (Kinda short, srry -n-)

You were on Corazon’s lap, kissing him sloppily as his hands grazed your hips, gripping them tightly as you started rolling your hips against his bulge. Corazon took notice of this and pulled away for a second, looking at you slightly serious before it turned to a more loving expression.

“Are you sure of this?”

He asked, worried to do something that could make you uncomfortable. Rosinante knew nudity in front of someone else was something delicate for most of trans people, but you just nodded, kissing his cheek before nibbling at his ear. “I’m ready, love.”

“Fine, but tell me if i do something too soon.”

He kissed you back passionately; your tongue meeting his and fighting for control as your hands directed to his shirt, started to unbutton it and throw it down his shoulders as a heat pooled down in your throbbing cunt

He got up from his chair, holding you tightly by your ass as he placed you on the desk of his office, starting to take off your pants —panties included— the cold breeze that went down your core made your mouth drop a muffled moan as you bit your bottom lip.

“Corazon..” Those were the only words your mouth could formule as the thick fingers of the man on top of you grazed your slit so deliciously, smearing the arousal all over your cunt and clit.

He leaned over you, his body weight now pressing a little bit over you as you panted for the friction of his fingers.

Corazon leaned more as with one hand he got rid of the first buttons of your shirt, starting to nibble the sensible skin of your collarbone, sucking hardly at it, leaving pretty love marks in purple and red colors. You muffled your moans miserably with the back of your hand; Corazon started rubbing your clit with his thumb as the thick fingers of his stretched your lower lips, entering into your sex and pumping in and out. “That’s it, like that. Good boy.” He reassured sweetly on your ear making goosebumps on your skin.

While then Cora kept his job on your neck, biting, nibbling, sucking at whatever skin he could get. A small sense of possession ran over him as he witnessed the marks he made in your skin. “Fuck, you look so fucking hot with these.”

Your walls started to clench around his fingers as you chased your high with every pump in and curl he did.

“C-Cora! I’m about to cum..— Oh fuck!”

You arched your back at the heat pooling on your stomach. “Let it out, babe. Come in my fingers.” He whispered, his little smirk pressed down on your chest as new marks were deposited on your pecs, tracing sweet kisses on the scarred skin from your top surgery.

A few more pumps into your wet cunt and you came all over his fingers, your glistening arousal going from the tip to his knuckles as he pulled them out.

You breathed heavily, still pressed down on his desk by the body of your huge boyfriend who kissed your cheeks so sweetly as his clean hand went to caress your hair. “Like that, my love..You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever had the opportunity to meet. I love you so much.” He whispered sweet nothings on your ear as your breath started to get softer and more quiet.

He lifted your sleepy and sweaty body bride-style and walked to the sofa on a side of his office, covering you with his fluffy feathered coat. He kneeled and kissed your cheek once more, wrapping his arms around you. “I love you, ____. Remember it every day.” And with a small peck on the lips he left you on his couch to rest.

When you’re ready

Summary: Transmasc! Reader feeling exposed and insecure during sex when their S/O takes their binder away.

“When you’re ready we’ll continue.”

Cw: Reader hasn’t done top surgery, sex (not too explicit), pet names, just fluffy sex.

MDNI

Insecure!Transmasc! Reader x Shanks, Rosinante.

A/N: This are more like an scenario than a whole sex round fic, so sorry if it’s short, ‘m not used to write too much but I’m trying.

Rosinante (LOVE THIS MAN SM)

-The moment got heated. Between kisses and soft whimpers Corazon ended up on top of you, kissing your lips as he helped you get rid of your clothes.

The moment came and eagerly tried to get rid of your binder. Your eyes snapped open and you pulled him away, crawling back in shock and with your binder half undone.

He looked at your expression and understood it. Looking down and crawling on the bed to you, testing the waters by stretching his arm to your hand and caressing it with an almost non-existing touch like asking for permission to touch you.

“It’s ok..I’m so sorry, i should’ve asked first.” He whispered sweetly, and once you gave him a look in approval to touch you he moved to hug you and cover your half exposed chest with his feather coat.

“I’m sorry too, i think i ruined the moment…” You said sadly as your hands gripped each side of the coat to keep your chest covered.

“Such a non-sense, when you’re ready we’ll continue, pretty..” He reassured you, holding you closer to his big body and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Once you gave him the ok to continue his hands were up to your binder, you breath in and out when he started pulling it off. He kissed your lips so softly and passionately so you wouldn’t feel so bad at the missing pressure that usually felt in your chest.

“There we go..I’ll make you feel good tonight, my love. I love you so much.” He whispered on your ear, kissing your ear shell so sweetly, how could you deny?

He was the most sweetest angel the rest of the night..Making you feel so good that you didn’t even thought on your forgotten binder, now on the floor of the room as the loving sound of skin clapping filled the room.

Shanks(Goofy old man)

Things between you and Shanks were going really good so why not try to have something more intimate? It started with wet kisses all over your neck as he slipped your shirt out of you, letting it hang from your shoulders as he gave a look at you as if you were a master piece, then, he took off your binder slowly while kissing you. When you looked down and saw your exposed chest you panicked a little and Shanks noticed this, pulling away and letting you have space.

“When you’re ready, we’ll continue. Don’t pressure yourself.”

“I-i want to, i just need..Time..”

He nodded with a slight smile, and sat at your side, being sure not to touch your chest by any reason, then kissed your forehead and mumbled an “I’ll be back” and stood up to walk out of the room.

Your first thought by the state you were in was that he just wanted to get a break from your dramatic attitude, and small tears threatened to appear on your eyes at the thought. But, to your surprise, he came with a small glass of water, handing it to you with a smile and carefully sitting back at your side.

A few minutes later you were feeling better and didn’t wanted to ruin the horny mood, so when you gave the “ok” to Shanks he made love to you in the sweetest way you could’ve ever felt before with anyone else. Leaving the binder on in all the act. He wanted to fuck you for who you were, not for what you had and what not.