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My motivation and ability to do anything productive are still wreaking havoc on my brain, and I’ve been feeling really restless because of it, BUT I had the chance to make some little illustrations for Ryo’s Lesser Mink Law AU, and I really wanted to create SOMETHING.
Yeah and I thought if I could finish them, maybe I could post it too?
So here it is:
the story, and my drawings for it!
In my defense, I haven’t drawn in a very long time… 🙈🙈
He’s a celestial dragon. He’s worked to earn almost everything in his life (Sengoku isn’t on that nepo baby shit).
He’s outgoing and loud. He possesses the power to mute himself and struggles with standing up for himself (at least as a child and with the family).
He is brightness incarnate and is the silliest goose to walk the land. He’s terribly haunted by his past and carries it like a dark cloud over his shoulders.
He has seen death after death after death since infancy to his OWN death. He values life and places an emphasis on continuing to live despite these deaths.
He’s a highly intelligent and cunning spy who survived for years in a (metaphorical) vipers nest. He NEVER beats the ‘dumb blonde’ allegations. (Both in canon and in fandom).
He’s an incredibly kind and caring man who values others above himself in almost any situation. He has burnt down countless hospitals (patents still inside).
He blends into the crowd as a profession, and prefers to hide his presence. He is nearly 10 feet tall and dressed like a former member of Buggy’s crew.
He is a model Marine who has flawlessly performed his duties as a commander for years. He abandons his mission and betrays the Marines the SECOND a sick kid with an attitude problem reveals his name.
He can undergo and withstand truly Herculean amounts of pain without so much as flinching. If he were to receive so much as a paper towel with ‘you only sort of suck’ written on it in crayon (curtesy of Law ofc) he would spend the next five hours happy crying.
This crusty ass man probably bathes twice a week MAX. Somehow his lipstick game is unbeatable?
He’s the primary role model and (semi) parental figure of Law’s late adolescence. He was 27!!! He should have been at the club!!! Law’s the same age now and I’m never getting over it:(
This got more and more headcanon-ey as I kept writing, but I had fun and Cora lives in my head so I figured I might as well still post it.
Reminder that Cora is BOTH a buff, terrifying, dangerous man, AND a silly, clumsy, lighthearted loser<3
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outdoor sex, creative use of DF — ft.Donquixote Rosinante
a lovely picnic, a beautiful lake and your adorable husband... such a romantic setting. it's too tempting to spice up the food a little bit.☆
CW: f!reader, creative use of DF, outdoor sex, established relationship
-> additional kinks: praises, kind of body worship
WC: 1,5k
kinktober masterlist. ☆ my ko-fi
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Corazon is such a sweetheart.
He found the perfect spot for a romantic picnic: a beautiful lake, smooth grass perfect to lay and take a sun bath. The nature is peaceful, the fresh air caressing the leaf gently. People around are enjoying the sunny weather, swimming, playing, laughing, eating, living.
Yes, Corazon is a sweetheart. With a racing heart as you straddle his lap. His comfy feather coat and huge frame are hiding your intimate position from the casual glances of passersby. The adorable setup – checkered blanket, basket filled with fruits, snacks – contrasts sharply with what’s happening beneath those feathers.
You, grinding against Corazon’s cock. A shudder runs through him with each single one of your moves. His big shaky hands are resting on your waist. Your poor lover is so confused, conflicted between his romantic nature and the heated situation. The thought of you being so nasty outside the safe bubble of your bedroom is both terrifying and exhilarating. You kiss his forehead, wiping with your thumb the smeared lipstick on his lovely mouth. “Are you really sure about it? We can wait tonight, at home…” Corazon whispers softly, torn between his gentlemanly nature and overwhelming desire for you.
“If I’m noisy, you’ll just have to use your power,” you answer, full of mischief, kissing him with passion and hunger. Corazon melts, his resolve weakening rapidly. He glances around quickly, but no one is paying attention to you. It’s not like if you were the only couple around kissing and hugging.
Teasingly, you play with your dress, showing Corazon a glimpse of your bra. His breath hitches. As if you were a delicate, precious treasure, he makes sure his massive frame and his coat are shielding you from prying eyes. “By the gods, sweetheart… Let me see it again...” You comply, revealing more of the black lace and you add. “And I’m wearing matching panties.”
Corazon’s eyes darken with desire, the sight of your perfect body sending a jolt of arousal through his blood. He can already picture those delicate lace edges hugging your curves perfectly… His hands slide down to grip your thighs firmly, spreading them wider, his fingers brushing against your wet folds through the thin fabric. You let out a muffled moan when his thumb circles your clit. “Rosi…” You grind against him with urge.
Instead of what he was planning - moving your panties aside, Corazon’s clumsy fingers rip your panties in pieces. “Sorry…” He babbles, embarrassed, cheeks all flushed. But you just laugh tenderly at his goofiness, making him melt, his heart swelling with affection. He loves how you accept all of him - even his clumsiness. Cautiously, Corazon slides two thick fingers inside you easily, moving them in and out slowly, enjoying your warmth and tightness. He’s looking at you with such adoration, you and him really just look like one of these annoying, deeply engrossed in each other couple. That kind of couple that makes all the desperate single people mad.
You shiver as Corazon fingers you with care, love, passion. “Maybe you’re goofy, but you really know what you do right now…” You sigh and he smiles lightly, circling your clit, watching you bite your lips. “And you’re really cute when your mouth is trying to stay quiet.”
You nuzzle your face in the crook of Corazon’s neck. “Rosi, I need you so bad right now.” His heart races at your words; he knows you need him. Your wetness is coating his fingers. Again, he glances around quickly, making sure no one is paying attention and that both his body and coat are protecting you before unfastening his pants. His thick cock springs free, already rock hard, leaking, ready for you. “Help me, sweetheart… You know better than me how clumsy I am even in a bed, so right now…” He almost begs, both scared of messing up or to reveal to everyone what’s happening under this feathered cocoon.
With a smile, you slightly lift up the hem of your dress and guide Corazon's hands on your hips, lining his tip with your cunt. “Just here, Rosi.” He lets out a soft groan that gets muffled against your neck at the feeling of your warmth enveloping his cockhead. As always, you take a deep breath as he eases you down onto his length one inch at a time. Each movement is careful, deliberate, and so taboo under your feathered bubble of privacy. “Look at me, sweetheart, you’re taking me so well…” He praises, bringing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
It’s a delicate dance of obscenity – the setting, and tenderness — Corazon’s love. It’s so sweet when he smears his lipstick on the corner of your lips. Oh, to watch his face… He’s trying his best to maintain a stoic expression, but his heart is racing. You don’t even know what’s turn you on the most: how he muffles his moans against your neck, or to know that no one around is noticing you’re not just hugging him, but instead impaling yourself on a thick, long cock.
Corazon’s big, goofy, yet so gentle hands guide your hips, helping you to find a rhythm. Nice and deep. Slow. Steady. Quiet. Just like him. He’s so good at playing games and fooling others, after all. With each movement, your eyes roll back. Fuck, you’re dripping wet. Corazon makes love so slowly, such a contrast to his massive frame, his intimidating aura when he’s faking an attitude in front of his brother. Right now, he’s just himself. A sweetheart. Praising you, caressing your body with reverence, trying his best to not fall on you and mess up. “You’re taking me so well…” He moans, you swallow his cute sounds with a deep kiss.
Yes, you’re just two people deeply in love. No one could guess you’re slowly being fucked into oblivion by your gentle, giant husband.
A moan escapes your lips – Corazon almost lost in balance, accidentally changing the angle. Now, his tip is bullying your sweet spot with each damn thrust. “Shh,” he whispers, brushing your lips partly open, caressing your face as you look at him through half-lidded eyes full of lust. But another moan falls free from your throat and another one. Corazon’s throbbing cock feels so good inside you, you feel so safe in his embrace, his coat smells like him – home, love, safety, tenderness, compassion.
Waves of pleasure growls in your stomach, Corazon covers your mouth with your palm, muffling your strangled scream. “Sweetheart, stop squeezing me… you feel too good,” he moans, your velvet walls clenching tightly around him, his hips snap forward instinctively, pounding into you deeply to chase that pleasure overwhelming the both of you. Sloshing noises, skin slapping against skin… Corazon pulls on your dress, playing with your breasts, his fingers circling your hard nipples. “Shh, you’re making too much noise.”
“I’m trying, Rosi… but…”
His fingers move from your breasts to your clit. Like a secret between the both of you, he nibbles your earlobe and whispers into your ear with a sensual, smooth, low voice sending shivers down your spine. “Silence, my heart, silence.”
You throw your head back, lips open, an uncontrollable, way too loud moan submerging you. Ashamed, face burning red, you look around. No one is paying attention. Everyone is living their life as if nothing happened, still eating, laughing, taking a sun bath, oblivious.
“You used your Devil Fruit…” Corazon nods. “Yes, my heart. Be as loud as you want now. I love your pretty moans.” You don’t hold back anymore, losing yourself in a frenzy, totally turned on by the obscene yet so intimate setting. Dripping wet, noisy, you rock your hips, you don't give a damn anymore about the sounds of skin slapping against skin, you totally let go in the arms of your home.
Corazon is your home.
Home is where you feel at peace.
You feel at peace whenever he’s around.
You’re riding him like if it was the last time you were allowed to hold him, feel him, love him, your eyes locked to his. Corazon doesn’t look at you - the word is way too weak. He’s admiring you, worshiping you with his eyes only, as if you were the most precious treasure across the seas, a sacred and forgotten canvas painted by the hands of the gods themselves.
The pleasures consume your trembling body, the waves ravishing you loudly. Yet as a dirty, precious secret only Corazon knows you came as he caresses your flushed face, whipping the little tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. “So beautiful.” He murmurs, his strong arms holding you close as he fills you up with his hot seed, his cock throbbing inside you.
How amazing he looks with makeup and hair all messy, his shaky hands holding your hips as if you were his lifeline.
You probably are.
He’s your lifeline as well.
As he keeps you close, chest against chest, heart interlaced, you listen to his heartbeat – calm, tranquil. A tranquil heart that was about to explode a few seconds ago. This date was perfect - steamy, lovely, silent yet so loud because it was Corazon. Whenever he’s touching you, admiring you, despite his calm nature, his eyes are screaming: my heart, I love you.
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ please, reblog, like, comment if you like my work.
I've gotten back into the grove of reading OP and Dressrosa has been such a fun arc. I love how Law spends like half the arc being dragged around by Luffy lmao. Law's backstory utterly destroyed me, and I'm indulging in some "Cora Lives AU". Thinking about that got me inspired to draw again, so pls accept this page of sketches.
I'm not sure what I wanna draw next, it might be more Dressrosa or Law inspired. Lemme know if y'all have any requests :3
