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Sorry to bother you, but can I have some slice of life comedy manga/anime recommendations pls? Like Saiki K

Pls and thank you

Sure thing!

Full Metal Panic? Fumoffu!

Nichijou

Tsurezure Children

Asobi Asobase

Handa-kun

Danshi Koukousei no Nichijou

Azumanga Daiou

School Rumble

Gaikotsu Shoteiin Honda-san

Sakamoto Desu ga

I hope these are enough! But they’re only slice of life comedies that have the same outlandish vibe as Saiki K. If you ever want more and don’t mind having realistic ones on the list, just say the word! By the way, all of them have a manga of their own, so double the fun. ❤️

galamalion

— ★ SABO IN THE BEDROOM！

SABO is a sadistic lover.

don't get me wrong, he's incredibly generous in bed! he prioritizes your pleasure over his own every time, gladly getting down on his knees to show you a whole new world. his ryusoken style has more uses than just fighting, you've come to learn.

the issue is that sabo doesn't stop after one or two orgasms. no, he won't stop 'til you're a sobbing, shuddering mess. he eats you out like it's a three-course meal, your juices running down his chin and dripping onto his bare chest.

sabo lifted his head, his dark, sparkling eyes looking straight at your fucked-out form. “i think that makes three!” he smiles, lips covered in your slick. “let's try to hit five, 'kay?”

SABO finger-fucks you like it's a workout, making sure he 'trains' each of his fingers inside your gummy walls. sometimes he does scissoring motions, sometimes he curls, and sometimes he pistons them inside of you at speeds you thought were impossible.

“you like that, baby?” sabo smirks, watching your body shake and tense up as he suddenly curled his thick fingers inside your cunt. “don't worry, i've still got some surprises for tonight.”

and to him, this is only foreplay. one he feels like you're both up to speed (when your a fucked-out, twitching mess), he'll break out the toys! believe me, if you can think of it, sabo has it. butt plugs, vibrators, gags, handcuffs—he has it all! and if you allow him, he'll be sure to use them to their fullest extent. if you thought the foreplay was bad, just wait 'til sabo is fucking your shaking, sensory deprived body.

“want the handcuffs tonight, sweetie? oops, forgot about the gag!” he laughs, running his finger across the cravat wrapped around your mouth. your eyes roll back as he thrusts once again into your pussy. “natural's better, anyways!” sabo smiles, wrapping his calloused hands around your wrists.

SABO will fuck you. his stamina is wild, and you can only pray that he'll tire out soon. you've had 10, maybe 20 orgasms pulled out? it's hard to remember when all you can think about is sabo's voice muttering out chants and praises,

“so good for me,” he moans, slamming your hips together so hard that you're certain you'll have bruises tomorrow. “just a little more, baby, okay?” he pants, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. “j-just a little more...”

SABO is sadistic, but that doesn't mean he can't love, too.

shy-writer-999

Summary: Sabo’s muscles are hot. Even hotter when his cock is in you. That’s it, that’s the summary. ~3.1k words. This is pure, nasty, (extremely) uncreative smut. Enjoy!

CW: Afab reader, gendered pet names (“princess” and “pretty girl”), lots of throwing the reader around, teasing, dirty talk, like 3 diff sex positions, P in V.

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

BLUE FLAME SABO WHEEEEEN THIS IS TAKING TOO LOOOOOONG

#one piece #one piece sabo #revolutionary sabo #flame emperor sabo #sabo

heartedmind

A proper lady - Sabo

Pairing: Sabo x fem!reader

Genre: Smut with plot

Warnings: Smut, soft dom!Sabo, dirty talk, aristocratic stereotypes, fem recieving, praise kink, mention of death, mention of slavery and torture, arranged/forced marriage, slight breeding kink - let me know if I missed one!

Also contains: established relationship, aftercare, reader is of noble heritage

Summary: Your relationship with a specific revolutionary has to end. You are a proper lady from a high class household. Your parents died and it is in your name to not let the family honor be sullied. On your big day Sabo gets you out of your noble statues and reminds you that you — in fact — rather be treated as something different than a noble lady.

Authors Note: I don’t even know? This one just escalated?

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Dragon knows about everything his people do. He doesn’t check on them obsessively but he knows what they are up to — just in case.

Therefore he knows that his blonde revolutionary visits a town near the base or offers to help with missions on that specific island quite often.

It’s not like Dragon minds it, Sabo gets every mission done without any trouble. Dragon can only guess what all of this might be about and by overhearing some conversations, he is most certain, that it is about a woman — and that woman is you.

Sabo isn’t seeing you everyday but regularly for sure, he keeps an eye on you every now and then — basically watching over you the whole time and if he’s not able to check on you, someone else will.

Right now, he is able to do exactly that and follows you at night, watching you walk down the street — or more like running.

Your dress is a complete mess, your breath is heavy and you nearly trip over your own feet. You look over your shoulder to see where the men are that are chasing you but you forget to look in front of you again and bump into someone’s chest.

A hand wraps around your waist rapidly and pulls you up before your body could fall to the ground. "Didn’t I tell you to stay at home during these late hours?“ Sabo asks in a teasing tone and tilts his head, gently pushes you near a wall and hides you with his broad figure.

You look him up and down, not believing your eyes for a second and gulp, "Sabo", you breath out with a caught voice and sigh. "Look away, love. We don’t want you to see any of this,“ he says, grabs your chin gently and turns your head away to the other side, "it will only be a minute,“ he says before walking away.

You hear moans and groans out of pain, men coughing up and falling to the ground and from the corner of your eye you see an orange and red flame vanish in the sky.

You twitch by this kind of violence, nothing that you grew up with but something you got used to because of Sabo, everytime when it is about protecting you.

You know about him, his life and his choices and still you never thought about ratting him out. You knew each other since childhood until his so called death happened. It was your parents decision to move to another island and from one day to another — Sabo found you.

You hear his steps closer and louder until they stop right in front of you, "Hey now, no need for that worried face, hm?“ he says calmly and smiles.

"Where did you want to go?“ he asks and strokes over your head. "I-" you start still confused, "I just wanted to go home?“ you say and blink a little too often. Sabo nods, "Fine, I will escort you home, dear“ he says politely and gently grabs your waist.

And he does, he leads you through the dark streets like a knight and makes sure the area is safe. "Do you want to talk about what you were doing out there, hm?“ Sabo asks in a demanding yet calm voice. You sigh, shake your head first but you know there is no way out with him, "I wanted to find ouz some things about my parents“ you say and gulp, your parents.

Your parents died in an accident three months ago and even though they were known for being not only terrible people but parents — you loved them.

Sabo nods, looks at you and lets you finish. "I know but I told you I will look more into it and get back to you“ he says strictly, not wanting you in any danger.

"Sabo I may be a woman but I will not allow anyone to stop me from getting the truth“ you say with a hiss and sigh and stop a little distant from your parents house.

Sabo raises an eyebrow, something was off, "Hey, little lady. Watch your tone with me, hm?“ he confronts you instantly, "You know I don’t care about all of that, I only want you safe“, he says with a tone that tells you, that you should know that already.

Sabo left his family after that accident — money, aristocracy, power. You on the other hand — you stayed. It was more manipulation then anything else but still, you never left your family.

You shake you head, "It is fine, Sabo. I shall go inside now, it would not suit me to be seen with you this late“ you say and make a step towards your home. Sabo stays silent, his hat covering his eyes slightly. "And, Sabo?“ you say one more time, "Please, let me be. I have made my decision to not see you anymore“ you say and turn away before disappearing from the conversation.

Sabo thinks, he knows you — oh he knows you just so well. He notices something was off but he is going to deal with it later but later might be arriving sooner than he expected.

He was at his desk weeks later, busy with a report and trying to figure everything out what is on his mind — everything at the same time. He didn’t see you, hear from you. It’s usually like always, you wouldn’t see each other for weeks, then everyday. He doesn’t let himself be kicked away like that, he is just busy.

Well, not until one of the men he asks to keep an eye on you bursts into his office and tries to catch his breath, "Sabo!“ he shouts and support his hands on his knees. He doesn’t talk, only breaths heavy and flat. Sabo furrows his eyebrows, "Oi, out with it. What’s wrong?“ he asks and looks up from his papers.

"She- she is getting married. Today“

Sabo‘s eyes look at that man in shock and disbelief, "what?“ he says still in trance and realizes — that is what was wrong.

"Why didn’t you tell me sooner?“ Sabo wanted to know, now angrily and with a lower voice. "There were no signs of planning a wedding, Sabo! She just got dressed up today out of nowhere!“

Sabo moves his face into an aggressive grimace — it’s an arranged wedding.

The blonde revolutionary doesn’t respond, grabs his hat and walks out of the room.

"Sabo.“ Dragon stops him before he could sprint away, "when you are done, bring her here“, he commands, gets an confused nod from Sabo, who jumps off the balcony and disappears.

It doesn’t take him a long time, he is standing on the rooftop, looking down into your room and waiting for the maids to leave. He sees the white gown, the white dress.

The moment the maids leave, he jumps through your window and lands perfectly inside your room.

Before you can scream or make any noise, his hand lays down tight over your mouth and another wrapped around your waist.

"I am going to let go only if you stay quiet, understood?“ he asks and waits until he gets a nod. He lets go, looks down on your white lingerie and notices you blushing. You grab a blanket and wrap it around your body.

"You have to leave! The maids are going to come back to help me with my dress!“ you tell him and walk a step back.

"Do you even know that man?“ Sabo asks and takes his hat off, places it onto your bed and looks around. "It does not signify, Sabo! He is a potential suitor. I am no woman like the others, I shall act like a proper lady! Especially for my parent‘s honour. That is my duty as a lady in his heritage!“ you hiss at him and make him raise his eyebrow. Sabo laughs out sarcastically.

"A proper lady?“ he asks lowly and starts to walk over to you, you know what he is doing. "Sabo, stop“ you say and raise your hand at him.

"A proper lady, who allows a man like me to fuck her all around the house“ he starts and gets closer, forces you to hit your back against the door.

"Sabo, stop“ you try again but fail, Sabo only being two steps away. "A proper lady who allows me to eat her out on the stairs, fuck her on her bed, on the floor and in the kitchen?“ he says while walking closer and finally trapping you with his hands next to your head against the wall.

"Sabo, please stop“ you gulp and try to look away but he is following your eyes. "Stop? Oh, but there were nights where you were begging me not to stop, begging me for more“ he whispers and grins teasingly. "What will your beloved husband say, the moment he realizes, that his wife is not bleeding?“ Sabo asks with a fake pout, "that she so willingly bled for me, another gentleman, without even considering a marriage?“ he teases you more and moves closer to your face.

"You want to marry? Then marry me, love. You shall no longer be a debutante and shall not be longer available for the marriage mart“, Sabo says darkly and plays. He knows how to play both cards, he knows how to talk to you in a way that makes you weak. He grew with the noble side, Sabo knows how to talk. This two parallels in his way of speaking, they just show his two differences so good. One to play with elegance and another to play with fifth.

"Look at me, while I’m talking to you“ he orders, grabs your chin and forces you to look him in his eyes. "Do you want to marry that man and never see me again? Then tell me, tell me am I will never see you again, touch you again“ he wants to know and there it is again — his other side.

You exhale deeply, shake your head and feel the heat. "I can’t“, you whimper helplessly. "And why is that?“ Sabo wants to know and hovers over you like a hawk. "Because I love you“, you choke out and try to not feel intimidated by his words. "Is he the man you so desperately want to marry?“ Sabo keeps asking and looks you deep into the eyes. You shake your head again, no. "I don’t want to marry him, it vexes me that it is not you“ you state and Sabo can see the tears pricking up in your eyes. "I don’t want to marry that man, I don’t even know him“ you say in a broken whisper and look at the revolutionary with so much hurt and pain in your expression.

Sabo simply nods, that was everything he needed to hear. "Alright, the wedding is cancelled“ he announces to you and let’s go off you. "Get dressed, I’ll be here to pick you up in ten minutes“ he says and before you are able to respond, Sabo is already out of the window again.

You do as you got told, throw on some clothes and wait for his return. It is so quiet, the silence nearly burns itself into your heart and makes you shiver. Only minutes pass and you can hear wild sounds downstairs, screams, blades and swords flying overhead and people shouting until it is deadly silent again.

You breath out with a shake and walk over to the door, silently trying to open it and see what happens out there. "Now, I don’t think that would be a good idea“ Sabo chimes out behind you and pulls you by your wrist away from the door.

Without another word he grabs his hat, you around your waist and jumps out the window, over the roofs and carries you in his arms. You are unable to speak, to think or feel anything — everything is crashing into your head at the same time.

It’s silent between the two of you until you arrive at the base, being eyed by people and their faces showing you a confused expression. Unintentionally, you grab Sabos arm and look away from those people. You don’t belong there, that’s at least what you are thinking. Your clothes are different, your posture and walk is noticeably sophisticated.

The moment Sabo walks you into his room is the moment when you get out of your thoughts and look around — indeed different. You shake your head in disbelief, "I cannot stay in this place“ you say with a gulp and hear Sabo chuckles. You turn around in fury, "You think this is not to be taken seriously? I am not made for this, not made for your-" you say in a shocked manner, gesturing with your arms to underline the place your are in but Sabo interrupts you.

"Made for what? For my what?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You are a wreck, your heart is pounding so hard it hurts feeling it against your chest, your stomach drops and you feel every possible emotion at the same time. "Stop it!" You cry out, stomp on the ground with your feet like a child, tears in your eyes and your hands in a fist. Your parents death, your arranged — or more forced — marriage by your relatives, Sabo, the situation. Everything.

Sabo eyes you, doesn’t say a word and watches you closely. You look and you certainly act like a fragile little woman, well it is not you to blame. You are raised like that and you never have any reason to change it — but now it is different. Even though you try to stay collected, calm and strong and that not only for yourself but proving that you can indeed change — it doesn’t work entirely.

You turn away from him and quickly wipe your tears. He doesn’t comfort you, doesn’t say anything and that shows the tension in the room. You inhale deeply while gulping down, your eyes wander around and for one second you wish they didn’t. Your eyes blink in confusion as you walk closer to Sabo’s desk, seeing documents, papers, pictures — everything about your parents.

"What?“ you whisper in disbelief, taking different notes into your hands and scheming over the words. "Suspects executed by own enemies — trafficking and torture — slavery" you whisper while reading out. Your eyes wander to the end of the pages, seeing these reports being signed. Sabo.

You turn around with the report in your hand, "you knew..?" You ask quietly, hands shaking and muscles clenching. Sabo doesn’t answer, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his body leaning against the wall — gaze lowered and eyes hidden by his hat.

"You knew?!" you screech out and breath out heavily. Sabo simply pushes himself of the wall, walks over to you and grabs another document from his desk. He silently places it on top of the one you are holding, "—Read." He says with a serious tone, eyes focussed on you with a sharp glaze. You don’t know what to say, you were shocked to say the least. "I won’t do anything! Sabo—" you started furiously, the first time losing your womanly composure but get interrupted, "I said, read." He says with a low voice, his face too close to yours and while he stands still, you take a step back.

Your hands slowly lift the papers, your eyes fly over the written words on it and you gulp. You knew your parents were terrible people — but not like that. "Yes, I was there." You hear from the blonde revolutionary and your body freezes. "They made themselves a target, they enslaved people, tortured them and got them killed," he continues and watches your world collapse right in front of him. "—people were after them and eventually executed them, as revenge." He finishes and notices your body trembling.

"Eventually?" You laugh out quietly. "Their were hanged, lynched! Hanged by those people! Those-" you shout and look up at him. Sabo raises his eyebrow, interrupts you again, "Hey now, careful. Those what? Those slaves? Those grieving relatives? Those tortured children?" Sabo states and watches you closely. He doesn’t blame you, you aren’t one of his, you are still one of them — for now. He is going to change that but still, you were raised to be like that.

You shake your head no, "You know what I meant!" you breath out and drop your arms, putting the documents back and avoid his stare. It is too much. Too much intimidation, too much emotion, too much information. You are trying, trying so much to hate and love your parents at the same time but one feeling is too strong — it is in the way. The feelings from him, they make you rethink everything.

Sabo looks at you, watches you walk away from him and fighting inside. "I can’t, I’m sorry, I-i can’t“ you say quietly and pass by him — try to at least. He grabs your wrist, pulls you back which leads to your back bumping against his chest. "You have nowhere to stay but here." Sabo says and sits down on the bed, you on his lap and your head falling on his shoulder gently.

You are tired, you are emotionally unstable and he notices — of course he does because he always notices. You don’t want to but your body does — it calms down while he is caressing you and kissing your neck lightly. "Nothing, Sabo. I have nothing. No family, no husband, marriage — wedding. No life" you whisper in a broken voice, your brain going totally crazy with two different worlds fighting. "I will give you all of that" he gently says, fingers brushing over your collarbone and lips stroking your jaw.

"I want quiet, my head to go silent" he breath out and try to shut your brain off but I doesn’t work, not like that at least. "I will do that for you, yeah?" He whispers, softly lifts your dress and caresses your thigh with his thumb. "I still owe you a wedding night, don’t I?“ Sabo smirks, his grip tightening around your neck as he pushed your body against his closer. You gasp out in shock, your legs pressing against each other and your eyes widening.

"Spread them for me, will you, doll?“ he simply asks, kisses your neck up and down and draws circles around your knee — waiting patiently. "Be a proper lady and spread your legs for your husband, yeah?" Sabo says in a slightly commanding tone and that alone makes your body twitch. You hesitatingly open your legs, feeling Sabo grin against your skin, "My good girl", he laughs darkly and places your legs over his to get better access.

His hands now both stroking over your sides, squeezing your hips and slowly caressing their way to the inner side of your thighs. Your breath gets heavy, your eyes closing on their own and your body arches slightly. Sabo‘s hand find it‘s way in between your legs, his finger caressing through your folds. You gasp out in surprise, trying to close your legs as a reflex but the Blonde revolutionary holds them open with his free hand. "Proper lady, hm? You won’t deny me entrance, now would you?" He teases and lays his finger on your clit, moving them slowly in a circular motion.

"You just want to act like on of 'em, isn’t that right, doll?" he whispers in your ear and feels your head turning away in heat. "All spread, wet and ready — doesn’t sound like a proper woman to me" he says laughing darkly and smirks as he fastens his movement. "Sabo, Sabo- please" you mumble through breathless moans, hips buckling up to get a better chance of his touch. "You feel good?“ he asks in a mocking tone, slowing down again and caressing your leg again, leaving you unsatisfied and breathing flat.

"Yes, yes please — please do it again" you whine and throw your head back more in frustration, not realising the man strengthen his grip and licking his lip. His fingers pressing themselves against your clit again and caressing it, gently rubbing that soft skin while he is watching you closely. You moan his name in pleasure while he whispers filthy things into your ear, "Just like that, you look so good when you are ruined like that“ he hums and goes faster while biting down into your shoulder slightly.

Your head goes blank as you greedily move your hips against his fingers. Your voice grows louder and you grab his wrist for support. Sabo not being bothered by your grip starts to lick your neck, sucks on your sweet spots and feels your body twitching on top of him. "S-Sabo! Sabo I-" you cough out and clench your walls automatically while crying out. "I make you feel good, is that so, yeah?" He grins and turns your head into his direction. "Open those eyes, show me how I make you feel" he whispers against your lips and looks you deep in the eyes the moment you open them.

Your eyes widen, lips parting and legs shaking, "Sabo, please— can I please—" you cry out and weaken under his gaze. "Yes, doll. You can, show your husband what he does to you, let go for me" Sabo whispers and that is enough for you to snap and shrink in his lap, body trembling and breath getting pitchier.

You breath out while trying to calm down from the high, gulping slightly and still looking into his eyes. Sabo’s hands gently placed themselves onto your hips, slightly pushing you on to your feet while supporting you with his hands. He kissed your neck, starts to open the buttons on your dress and bites his lips. Your legs were still shaking slightly and you fall against his body lightly. "Sabo.." you mumble and feel his hands shoving the dress over your shoulder, making it fall onto the ground.

"Clock just stroked midnight, love. Promised you a night, not an hour" he smiles, turns you around to face him and wraps his arm around your waist. He lays you down onto the bed, spreads your legs again and kneels in between them. His hat gets placed onto the night stand, him still being clothed does something to you.

Sabo looks down on you, watches your white lingerie and rolls his head, you can see him losing control just slightly. He kisses your ankled knee, lowers himself and hovers over you. He kisses your neck again, travels down with his lips over your body. You sigh slightly, grab his hair and close your eyes.

He spreads your legs open, hands placed on the inner side of your thighs and licks over your spilling juice. "So wet, still“, he whispers to himself before burying his face in between your legs. Your head throws itself back, your grip tightens and your legs try to close while Sabo teases your folds with his tongue. His soft lips massage your clit with a vibrant suck, he twirls his tongue around you as if he is starving.

"S-Sabo!" You breath out and whimper while slightly rubbing yourself against his face. "Like that, yeah?“ he smirks against your drenched lips and meets your eyes. "Still feeling like a proper lady? All spread and drenched?“ he says softly with an ironic tone of empathy before entering your with his tongue.

You moan out loudly and push his head back out of reflex since you never experienced more than one orgasm with him, it was never this intense. Sabo wraps his arms around your thighs, presses your body harder against his face and looks up to you, "—you were behaving so good, don’t ruin it for me, will you? Yeah?“ he says lowly and waits for your response. You nod with a whine and bite your lip. "That what I thought, doll. Always so obedient when it comes to your husband“, Sabo replies and his hand lets go of one of your thighs only to insert it into your throbbing pussy.

His lips attach themselves to your soft skin, tongue drawing circles while his finger pumps in and out. "Oh- oh god! D-don’t stop, please— 's good!“ you cry out helpless and there it is — his favourite— your begging. You press your legs against his head and arch your back. "Tell me, dear. How does it feel?" Sabo wants to know, straightens his body slightly and inserts another finger. Your hand tries to find some sort of support with grabbing the sheets. "I, I‘m-" you moan dumb and roll your eyes back. Sabo slows down, tongue licking over his lips and teeth biting the inner side of his cheek. "Yeah? What was that?" He breathes put dark and kisses your thigh again.

You buckle up your hips, "Please— it felt so good!“ you beg slightly and make him grin, lowering himself again and not only moving his fingers inside you but using his tongue again. Your body starts to tense up and your legs shake again. Sabo watches you, his lips sucking on you while his fingers curl.

You move your head in pleasure and helplessly spread your legs wider, earning a low laugh from the revolutionary. "I‘m close, Sabo- I-" you whine and move your hips up an down which he notices with you clenching. He nods simply, movements becoming messier, pace creeping up as he watches you break.

Your body snaps and your voice becomes weak, "S-sabo-" you gasp out as you ride out your high against his face and slightly fall back into the mattress. Your breath is heavy and whine in pleasure and pain.

Sabo‘s gaze is on you, your body trembling and your mind foggy. "So well“, he mumbles to himself and as you open your eyes again you see Sabo undressed. "Sabo.." you whisper and try to move away from him slightly. He smirks, follows your movement until you are at the top of the bed and have nowhere to go.

He looks down on you, his cock slightly — teasingly— caressing your sensitive clit. You gasp surprised and throw your head back. "T-too much, Sabo…" you whine and close your eyes. "Is that so? Then I should stop, should I not?“ he says mockingly and backs off. You cry out in desperation because even though you try to resist, your body can’t.

"Tell me, doll“, he says in a commanding tone, positioning himself inbetween your legs. "Tell me what you want me to do to that wet pussy of yours, hm?“ Sabo breaths out and watches your reaction to his words. You moan out and lift your hips, shaking your head in disbelief. "I can stop“ he reminds you and is now hovering over you slightly.

"Be a good wife, tell me what you need me to do" he smirks with a chuckle and grabs your chin to look at him. "Sabo, please.." you try and whine out but he clicks his tongue dismissively, "Say. It.“, he insists and that does something to you. "Sabo please— fuck me, please" you cry quietly in a breathless whisper. "I didn’t hear you, what was that, doll?", he provokes and smirks. "Please, please Sabo fuck me, please!" You beg desperately and before you are able to finish your sentence he already pushes inside of you roughly.

Your back snaps up and you moan out loudly, whimpering while feeling his cock pulsing inside of you. "That’s what I thought“ he laughs out darkly, "a proper lady won’t let me spread her legs like this“, he continues, hand around your thighs and thrusting inside of you rapidly, "won’t let me fuck her dumb like this, isn’t that right, yeah?“ he grunts slightly and throws his head back.

"Tell me you want this, be a good wife, tell me you like me using you like this“, Sabo moans lowly and looks down on you. You nod frequently, tears burning in your eyes. "I- I like it, love you inside!" you reply crying and arch your back more.

"Good girl, fuck" he breaths out and watches himself going in an out. "Such a good wife, so obedient.“ His way of talking had you in a daze and he feels you clenching around him. "You wanted that, didn’t you? Wanted a husband like a proper lady, gonna give you all of that, whatever you wish“, Sabo growls and grabs your thighs tighter, speeds up his pace and pushes himself deeper into you.

"Tell me you know, tell me you know what a good wife you are for me" the blonde revolutionary demands and just by the way he is handling you — you do exactly what he wants. "I- I know" you stutter out and move your hips against his greedily.

Sabo places his hand on the wall and straightens up, directly over you like a dragon. "Put those legs up, let me feel you deeper“ he whispers lowly and you obey, hands around your legs and lifting them up. Your mind is blank, body already twitching and moans getting louder.

"You look so good like this, good looking wife" Sabo praises and makes you whimper desperately. "Tell me you know“ he says as he thrusts into you deeper. "I k-know, sabo“ you manage to get out and open your eyes, looking at him ruined.

Sabo looks at you, his thrust getting more forceful and rougher. "You are more than this, doll, yeah?" He grunts with a angry tone, "More than a wife, more than a just a lady" he growls between thrusts and bites his lip. "You know that, right?“ he asks darkly and pulls out completely only to ram himself back in. Your lips part and you scream slightly out of pleasure. "You know, you’re more than all of that, tell me" Sabo grunts purrs out and earns a weak nod, "y-yes" you choke out.

Your walls clench around him and you lose your control to hold it any longer. "I feel you, feel you close, you want to let go, yeah?“ Sabo asks while moaning and feels his body tensing up. "Sabo, Sabo please — I need to-" you moan our abrupt and widen your eyes. "Fuck, just like that, doll“ — "give it to me, give it all to me, will you baby?“ Sabo encourages you. "Where do you want me, doll? Where do you want your husband?“ Sabo asks teasingly and watches you melt. "I-inside, Sabo please, I-i need you, please!“ you beg with a loud cry.

Sabo grins, licks over his lips and fastens his space, "Yeah? Want me to fill you up?“ he asks cocky and that is enough to let the knot inside of you snap and finally ride to your own high with moving your hips against his.

Sabo growls loudly and realises himself into you, thrusting his cum into you and watches your tremble, "all of it, doll. Take all of your husband" he breathe out and carefully pulls out. You whine with the emptiness inside and let your head fall to the side. Your body shakes, legs still tensed and trembling. Sabo gently straightens them and caresses your skin while breathing out heavily.

He gives you a moment, cannot help the smirk on his face while watching you being ruined underneath him. "Shower, hm?“, Sabo asks gently and tilts his head. You nod — barely noticeable. His hands carefully help you stand up, guide you into his bathroom and support your body into the shower.

Sabo lets the water run and kissed your neck with his soft lips, "You are okay, yeah?“ he gently smiles and strokes your hair. You sigh pleased and lean against him a little more. He massages your head carefully with shampoo in his hands, rinses it out with soft movements.

Sabo turns you around and leans you against the wall before grabbing some lotion and rubbing it over your sensitive body. He caresses your waist, gently your breasts and goes down to your thighs. The blonde man in front of you wants to show how much he appreciates your body, not only in the pleasuring manner but in a admirable one.

"Why," you breath out and gulp to gather some energy. "Why are you so steady?“ you ask with a confused tone. It’s the way he is standing in front of you, guiding you through the room, holding you. It is fair to say that no one taught you anything about the body you live in, god forbid about the body of a potential husband. Sabo smirks amused and laughs out, "I have more stamina than you, pretty“ he replies with a chuckle. You tilt your head, why does he have more than you?

"I train everyday, I fight and you don’t, nothing to worry, yeah?“ he reassures and turns the water off after cleaning you with soft movements. "Hm" you say in thoughts and feel him wrapping a towel around your body. "Hey now, I will teach and tell you everything you need to know and want to know, yeah?" he says and kisses your forehead, holds you close and guides you out of the shower. You smile and chuckle.

"I will make every decision of yours worth choosing it, I promise“ he states and dries your hair with an additional towel and kisses your head.

Sabo carries you like a husband carrying his bride into the bed and sits down next to you. "What about you?“ you ask quietly as your eyes close. "I am going into the shower now and will be right back. Sleep and rest, we will talk about everything tomorrow, hm?“ he whispers against your lips and kisses them with a breath.

You smile and answer something inaudible for him before falling to sleep which makes him laugh quietly and watch you for a while until he stands up and goes to shower quickly, thinking about you still — his lady.

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Hope you enjoyed it! <3

sandronesdove

𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 ❛ ❁. ━━ sir crocodile

mr. zero didn't knew your identity as a mugiwara. mr. zero fell for your bluffs. unfortunately, you never imagined it would be that hard not to fall for crocodile's charms.

❛ ⟡. o 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: afab!reader, strip poker, public sex, mob boss meets a good liar, pussy so good he wonders about marriage.

With a thick cigar between his teeth, Crocodile forced himself to smile. “Five of a kind”, he dropped his cards on the table. “Seems like the house won. Again.”

Crocodile’s presence in Rain Dinners works to reinforce his reputation as a hero in this wretched island. Unfortunately, it also means Crocodile is tormented by the most boring clientele.

To watch someone gambling everything they own out of delusional hope and losing it all because of sheer mischance is only interesting the first few hundreds of times. Now, all Crocodile feels is disdain.

eustasskidagenda

☆hotline

— ft.Sabo, Sir Crocodile, Smoker

picking up the call or keep fucking you? it's such a dumb question when both can be done. A/N: based on this request, it was a fun one, press f for mihawk tho. i'm sorry i'm late on my usual schedule, my neck hurts like hell. enjoy the meal.☆ CW: f!reader, established relationship, specific CW are listed under each character WC: 2k

one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi

sedvctiv3

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 mdni; Sabo teaches you how to use your mouth properly.

Sabo x fem!Reader one shot smut.

Inspired by the song "Billie Bossa Nova" by Billie Eilish.

// cw: floor sex, orgasm delay, daddy kink, glove kink, praise kink, breeding kink, pet names, dirty talk, dacryphillia, nipple play, p in v, aftercare

wc: 3.4k

× Originally posted on ao3 but I just wanna try posting it here ×

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The room was dimmed with a sweet, rose scent covered by the silent dancers of light, swaying to the air, whispering seduction to the shadows. Tears of wax slid down like pearls, tracing passage of times.

Your soft hair hung flowy behind you as you were lying on your side on the bed, your head cradled against your hand while twirling a strand of your hair around your fingers with your free hand, your eyes fixated on your lover, Sabo.

Sabo was sitting in a love seat that was placed in front the bed, a book propped in his gloved hands with his legs crossed as he read a historical novel with his glasses. He loved history; he loved to unravel the raw reality like how he loved to unravel your body when he controlled you in bed.

Staring at him was never a bore to you. He was like a canvas of art that conquered the whole room, leaving only itself. With his navy blue button down, exposing a little of his firm pecs, sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows, few veins trailing along like braches of a tree spreading from its trunk, and black pants— gosh, he was clearly the definition of seductive.

He had always looked attractive to you, but there was something about the way he looked tonight, causing a flame of lust to burn behind your eyes as you were imagining all the dirty things you desired for him to make it come true for you. It made you lick your lips and bite them gently, your thighs rubbing slowly together, trying to find a sensation to relieve the heat that was forming in between your legs.

"Is there something that you want, doll?"

Sabo asked, without even looking at you. He knew you were admiring him the whole time, he could feel it even from miles away as if he was using his haki. His voice made you sit up gently on your calves, your knees sunk into the mattress and your hands fidgeting the hem of your silk, black laced chemise.

Your silence was your response to him as you were feeling shy at him suddenly catching you staring without even looking. He finally shifted his eyes from his book and caught your gaze, a blush crept up your cheeks. He put his book down on the coffee table next to him and pushed his glasses up to his blonde hair.

"Come here," he ordered, gesturing you to sit on his lap by patting it. You crawled off the bed and walked over to him like a child who knew what she did wrong and too embarrassed to admit it.

For a second, you only stood in front of him, the shyness was hugging you too tight— you couldn't even look at him.

He patted his thigh again, "I said— sit." His voice was dark and sharp, clearly wasn't in the mood to play around.

You sat, your legs straddling his lap and your hands resting onto his chest. You kept your gaze down as you were too fluttered to look at him.

"I'm sorry, Sir..." you murmured.

"Mmm? What are you sorry for?" He pushed your hair behind your ear, taking a good look at his true love.

"For interrupting you reading..." You slowly shifted your eyes to his, finally having the courage to fixated his vision.

"Oh no, no my baby, you would never interrupt me at all, but you've been staring at me since I started reading my book you know that, doll?" His voice was delicate as he spoke.

You slightly bit your lip and nodded.

He smiled, pinching your cheek fondly. "Good. So tell me, what were you thinking the whole time you were staring at me mm?" His hands were caressing your bare thighs as he waited for your confession.

Obviously you were too bashful to tell him that you had been imagining him railing the lust out of you until you beg him for mercy. So, you only kept quiet and let the strawberry tint paint your face, hoping he would use that as evidence instead for his analysis.

"There'll be a punishment if you don't answer, love," he warned, his hands slowly travelled to your ass, squeezing it tenderly. A soft whimper escaped your lips when he started squeezing harder, forcing you to speak. You felt the buldge in his pants was seeking for pleasure underneath your heated core.

"Mmhm Sabo..." you whimpered, hiding yourself in his neck and clutching his clothes. He palmed your clothed pussy with one hand, feeling the wetness that you had drenched from your dirty visualisations of him earlier. He smirked as he had discovered your alibi.

"Dirty little girl," he cooed, sliding his fingers into your panties, teasing your dripping slit that was aching for his cock. You let out a yelp when he yanked your head by your hair. "You're still getting punished for not talking."

And that was how you were going to witness your desire getting fulfilled by him.He crashed his lips against yours, claiming the air right out from your lungs, his tongue pushing through—a forced command for you to open wide for him and you obeyed, accommodating him to swirl along with your tongue, causing you to moan in desperation as you were starving for him.

It was an aggresive collision of teeth, a mutual starvation so eager that mixed saliva slicked all over your and his chins. Your hands tangled in his blonde hair, diving him deeper into your mouth while he swallowed every moan that escaped your throat.

He held your thighs and got up from the loveseat, stepping away with you in his arms before lowering you to the floor without breaking the kiss, the amber‐toned oak wood cold against your skin.

You bucked your hips against his knee, trying to get some friction for your neglected cunt. A soft whine escaped your throat when he bit your bottom bruised lip sharply as he dropped his mouth down to seize your throat, carving hungry lovebites into your flesh.

Your hands blindly reached for the buttons of his shirt, desperate to strip him off to feel the heat of his body, but his gloved hand caught your wrists like an iron and pinned them above your head.

"Ah ah, patience doll," he husked, his warm breath brushed against your skin, making you skin crawl with goosebumps.

He reached for something behind his pocket with his free hand, a sound of metal clinking together. Before you could process the sound, Sabo flipped you to your stomach and brought your hands to your back. The fur handcuffs clicked shut around your wrists.

"Since you don't wanna use your mouth to speak," he said, his voice dropping into a cocky tone as he rolled you back onto your spine, "you don't get to use your hands to touch me."You lay trapped beneath him, your legs parted wide with him sitting in between your knees.

"Daddy, please..." you whimpered, giving him a pitiful look, hoping that would make him have some sympathy for you, but you knew he couldn't care less.

You could cry while begging and he still wouldn't give you any mercy, he loved torturing you in bed so much simply because watching you beg and desperate for him turned him on more, especially when you cry.

"Mmm what's that, baby?" he chuckled lowly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your soaked panties, peeling them down your thighs and tossing them behind him. "I thought we were gonna play charades tonight, what changed?"

What a fucking tease he was. He knew you hated if you didn't get to touch him; it was your biggest pet peeve during sexual intimacy with your lover. Not getting to touch him was pure torture and unfairness.

To you though, not to him.

He leaned over you, the cold leather of his hand sneaking its way beneath your satin nightgown to tease your nipples, pinching and twisting while locking his eyes with yours. The leather was cold against your skin, making your buds twice as sensitive and your eyes squeezed shut. You moaned in pleasure, your body squirming underneath him, eager to touch him, but you knew you couldn't.

"T-touch me... please." A raw shame washed over you as you confessed.Sabo grinned at your concession, his hands still playing with your breasts, groping and teasing your nipples.

"Am I not touching you right now, doll? You gotta be more specific on what you want with daddy," he said, his playtime on your tits was getting harsher and harsher as he pinched and twisted your buds more aggresively than before, causing you to groan in pain.

"Argh! I want— I want your cock!— I want you inside me please, daddy!" you cried out, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes before they spilled into your hair, your lips trembling from enduring the affliction he gave you.Satisfied with your confession, he pulled away.

"Well, I can't say no to my baby, can I?" He removed his glasses from his hair, placing it onto the table behind him before unzipping his pants. His big, hard cock sprung out, throbbing and leaking with lust.

You licked your lips at the sight of his heavy veins mapping around his length.

Sabo grabbed your hips and hauled you close to his member, your calves propped over his broad shoulders. He slid his cock across your puffy wet lips, coating his length with your natural lube.

"Always so wet for me, such a good girl," he growled softly, aligning his tip to your long awaited entrance.

You swallowed a gasp when he pushed himself in you, all in one smooth thrust, burying himself all the way to your cervix, your velvet walls stretching around him. He hadn't even started pumping, but you could already feel yourself too full of him being inside you.

"Aahmm... 's too much..." You bit your lips as you whimpered, your head rolling back against the floor.

"Is it?" he sniggered, his hips cocking slightly to dive deeper into your hole. "Wasn't this exactly what you begged for, doll? You gotta take it, like it or not."

Oh you would be lying to yourself if you said this didn't turn you on more, you just loved it whenever he bullied you like this.

He didn't even give your body a moment to adjust and unleashed his ruthless pace, thrusting inside your walls fiercely. His leather fingers dug deep into your plush thighs, rooting you to his pelvis while his balls slapped hard against your ass in each thrust.

Screams of pleasure and wet smacking sounds that came from his brutal thrusts inside your tight pocket bounced off the walls.

"It hu— hurts! Please slow— slow down! Daddy, please!"

Tears were streaming like river as you wept uncontrollably, the feeling of him finally fucking you with his thick member was delightful, but the pain was overwhelming you.

The way you were crying made his cock twitch inside you; seeing you were getting tortured by him— it could make him cum right there and then. He enjoyed it. He was obsessed with it. He would even hurt your feelings intentionally just to see you cry and that would worsen his libido over you.

"You're taking me so well, princess. Such a good little girl for daddy."

His prasing made your pussy clamp tight around him, forcing a ragged groan from his chest. His tip kissed your cervix from each ram he was giving, making your eyes turned white and orgasm reaching its end.

He could tell you were close from the way you were arching your back, but he pulled out completely.

Just when you were about to enter the gates to heaven.Your orgasm immediately faded.

The ecstasy that was rushing through your body shattered like glass, leaving you stranded and gasping for air, your hands clenching into a useless fists underneath you.

When you looked at your lover with your wet eyes, he had a mocking smirk plastered on his face.

"Daddy I—" you sobbed, your chest heaving from exhaustion, and your body sticky with sweats.You wanted to tell him you were close, but something told you he knew and that he was doing this on purpose.

"Mmm? Got something to say, doll?" he rasped, caressing your calves with his gloved hands and planting gentle kisses on them. The brash tone in his voice was slowly getting annoying as he kept on humiliating you, yet you savoured it.Silence secured your voice, your lips pouting and shaking from sobbing by his bully.

You slightly shook your head against the floor, your hands starting to get numb beneath your weight. It wasn't that you want him to stop, but you just wished he had some clemency for you, as your lover.

Sabo smiled, swiping his tongue slowly along the inside of his cheek before sliding his cock inside your wet tunnel again, sending a luscious prickle up your spine. His thrusts were slow and sensual this time, his hands propped on either side of you as he caged your frame. His chest dropped, pressing against yours, nuzzling himself into your neck. You hooked your legs around his waist, entwining his soul with yours like matching flames.

"I know you wanna cum, baby," he groaned, his thrusts were heavy and hot. "But, you gotta learn how to— fuck... you gotta learn how to use that filthy mouth of yours to ask for it." He pulled himself from your neck, just enough to lick your salty tears away from your face.

"God, I love it when you're crying like this. It makes me wanna cum right now."He collided his lips with yours, deeply and passionately kissing you it almost felt like an apology before he parted away. "But it wouldn't be so fun if I came too early would it?"

Your eyes fluttered as you looked at him with pure adoration, until they turned white when he set the pace into a rough, violent rhythm again.

It didn't take long since you were still sensitive from earlier, more than ready to let him suck the lust spirit out of you. Every plunge from him led you to the edge of the cliff, the pressure behind your navel knotted tightly, an iron fist gripping and pulling downward. It was decisively hypnotic that you were drunk into his seductions.

But then once again, the euphoria disappeared right before you were about to reach your peak.

The deprivation made you whimper, leaving your body to grieve at the only one thing that you couldn't reach. It wasn't what you wanted now, it was a need. Frustration flushed over you as the strong urge to orgasm was too strong to be forsaken.

You were too intoxicated in the world of pleasure that you didn't notice Sabo had your legs rested on his shoulders again, his chest rising up and down while he catch his breath.

It was all too much. Cruel. Overwhelming. The bullying, the edging, the rough thrusting. You couldn't help, but break down completely, weeping againts the wooden floor.

"Aww, what's wrong baby? Are you overwhelmed hmm?" he cooed, feathering your thighs, then trailed your calves with his tongue sensually while keeping eye contact with you.

"Daddy... please," you whined between sniffles, "I can't..."

"Can't what?" His voice was low, yet sirenic as he spoke, "How long do I have to torture you in order to get you to use that dirty mouth of yours, baby?" His tone was serious now, like something inside him was impatient and bitter.

"I wanna cum, please! Please let me cum, daddy I can't take it anymore— Just please..." You begged, the tears mixing with your sweat as they overflowed.

Sabo hovered back on top of you, his expression immediately softened into a pure satisfaction, kissing your dampened cheeks as he comforted you. "Now that's a good girl. I don't know why is it so hard for you to tell me what you want. You know daddy always takes care of you."

He planted an affectionate kiss on your lips, before locking his eyes with yours which glistened with tears like a diamond. "Right baby?"

You sniffled and gave him a small nod, your lips slightly pouting as it quivered.

He smiled, wiping down the tears that were still flowing down your face, "Good." He gave another kiss on your lips before entering inside your drenched walls again.

His pace was steady, enough for you to feel comfortable this time. You wrapped your legs around his waist once again, securing him to make him hit deeper inside you. Sabo pulled your chemise all the way up to your chest, exposing your flushed, sweaty breasts.

With one hand, he pinched your nipple, twisting it like a dial ring, causing you to become overstimulated from the overwhelming sensations. His cock stroking your walls, hitting your cervix with right amount of pressure, making you squeeze every inch of his veins in taut.

Once more you felt the coil of heat winding to its climax in your abdomen, while hoping he wouldn't block your path into paradise. Your velvet walls clamped around him as his thick cock tugged at the strings, pulling them hard.

"I wanna cum— aahm, please let me cum, daddy." You looked at the eyes you loved when you pleaded, showing him that you really need the relief antidote for your body that had been desperate for it ever since the moment you stared at him reading.

"Yeah? Wanna cum all over daddy's cock?" Sabo cooed softly, his hand that was teasing your breast moved down to pressed your clit, hard, and rubbed in circular motion.

"Mhmm..." You nodded, you could feel yourself falling from the cliff, gravity pulling and pulling you to the ground,

and snapped.

The tightly wound spring splintered open, sending shockwaves through every trail of your veins, causing your body to quake from the rushed adrenaline as you moaned in a long note. You heard Sabo grunting in the crook of your neck, a mixture of curse words and your name were being chanted like a prayer as he chased his orgasm.

"Jesus, fuck— Oh baby I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna—" He buried his hips deep against your flushed thighs, shooting ropes of hot and thick semen into your oppressed pussy, stashing his seed deep into your cervix. He chased his high before his strength gave out, his body flopping down to the floor, next to your limp body.

Both of you panted, clawing for oxygen with your chests rolling like a turbulent sea. The sweat-slicked bodies and the sounds of heavy breathing on the floor created a heavy scent of sex throughout the room.

You turned your head weakly, looking at Sabo, who had his eyes covered with his forearm, focusing on swallowing air into his lungs.

"Baby?" you called, your voice soft.

He lifted his arm, swivelling his head towards your voice. You motioned your eyes to your hands that were handcuffed underneath you, a silent gesture of telling him to remove them.

"Oh shit."

He quickly got up, removing his gloves with his teeth and kneeled beside you, uncuffing the fur manacles from your wrists. After he was done, he scooped you up into a bridal style, lifting your weak body from the cold floor and made his way to the bed.

He laid you down to the mattress gently like you were a fragile statue, then crawled in beside you, lifting the blanket to cover your body together with his.

He held you close to his chest, your hands leaned against his chest, feeling alive again that you finally able to touch him.

"Are you alright, my love? Did I hurt you in any way?" he inquired in a delicate tone, taking your wrists into his bare palms and stroking them gently with his thumb.

You shook your head and tilted your head up to catch his gaze through your half-lidded eyes. "I'm fine... just sore..." You murmured, offering him a small smile before hiding yourself back into the crook of his neck.

"Want me to run you a warm bath?" he asked gently, kissing your head while massaging your thigh to alleviate the stiffness. You only shook your head again.

The gentle massage your lover was providing you were so soothing it made you fall asleep. Sabo didn't stop, his fingers kept massaging you even when he heard your soft snores. He leaned down and gave you one last goodnight kiss to the crown of your head.

"I love you so much."

dawnsarchive

Hello! I realllyyyy enjoy your fics, Can I request a law x reader fic where reader gets a rough head injury when fighting and forgets her memory, specifically the time period when they started dating each other ,but her memory comes back after some days, and also Id love it if they had something like a love-hate relationship before they started dating.

Minor Head Trauma (Law x Reader)

One Piece | Law | 5.5k | One Piece Masterlist

You were on a submarine.

It was… quaint, you supposed. A little claustrophobic and cold in a way that seemed to radiate through the walls. The engine hummed somewhere beneath your feet, its vibration travelling faintly through the soles of your shoes. You didn’t really know what else there was to say about it as you ran your fingers over the helm.

“We don’t plan to surface for a while. Considering this condition is likely temporary, I see no reason to change our course.”

You looked over your shoulder at Law. His expression was very carefully controlled; not an ounce of information betrayed itself through his eyes. Looking at him felt strange. Like peering through fog at something you couldn’t quite make out.

Another thing you’d ‘forgotten’.

“I’m still a little wary about all of this,” you said, hand tracing over the controls.

“Understandably.”

You reached up gently; just above your brow, a large and bruised cut made you wince when you touched it. “I don’t understand how it’s possible. How did I lose memories of your crew from a single bump?”

Law crossed his arms. “It was hardly a bump.”

“I’m kind of worried I’ve been kidnapped or something.”

“I know better than that. I’ve tried it before but it never stuck.”

aceidentallyinlove

Operation: First Time. || Portgas D. Ace x Reader.

Summary: You and Ace finally stop dancing around your feelings and start dating, but there's one problem: neither of you has any idea what you're doing. While you're both suffering from mutual frustration, Ace accidentally outs himself as a virgin and gets ambushed by the commanders with the world's most embarrassing relationship advice session. At the same time, the nurses decide you need a confidence boost and give you your own crash course.

Or: Ace asks the commanders for advice once, and they spend the next day wishing they had minded their own business after hearing exactly how enthusiastically he put their lessons into practice.

Tags: smut (mdni!!), first time sex, you're both virgins, oral sex (both receiving), vaginal sex, lots of fluff in it too cuz they love each other a lot and are awkward beans

Wordcount: 9.9k

A/N: first ace story ladies and gents (but definitely not my last hehe)!! this was so so much fun to write so i hope y'all enjoy this too😭🫶 also guys i started writing my book and like,,, fanfics are so much easier, send help lmao also i had to use an ai tool to get the formatting right, really sorry just wanna say that early on but my google docs fucked up the formating the entire time, i spent HOURS on it and i didnt do anything different so im very confused, but yeah figured id just say it, no writing or editing was actually done with it!! really just the formatting!! as always, pls like, reblog and comment! divider credits go to @cursed-carmine <33

chocolateshortcakesblog

Sabo Masterlist

A guide to Flame emperor' fics

♡ Fluff 𖣠 Hurt/Comfort ❈ Angst ꕤ Kinda sensual but not smut

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𝆺𝅥 Singles {11}

✶ Headcanons

✶ The friends 𖣠 ♡

°•· Part-1 ⌇ Part-2

✶ Close proximity ꕤ

°•· Part-1 ⌇ Part-2

✶ Too annoying 𖣠 ♡

✶ Overwhelmed ♡

✶ I love you ♡

✶ Little heaven 𖣠 ♡ ❈

✶ The lovely mistake ♡

✶ Strong 𖣠 ♡

✶ Comfort ♡

✶ Stay for longer ♡

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𝆺𝅥 Poems {1}

✶ Sea of dreams

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𝆺𝅥 Series {2}

✶ The calls

✶ Beneath the covers

°•· Part-1 ⌇ Part-2

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Note— I don't know where the header image is from. If anyone knows the artist, please let me know.

chocolateshortcakesblog

The Calls

Pairing : Sabo x fem!reader

Status : Ongoing

Total work count : 26k (as of now)

Moodboard :

The calls that started everything; the calls in short.

Synopsis :

You buy a new phone, what could possibly go wrong while trying to prank your friend with your new number?

Well.. Your call somehow connects to your favourite character; chief of staff— Sabo!

A brief introduction :

The story takes place during the 2 year time-skip after Ace's death. It is a mash up of fiction and reality, bends the dimensions of worlds molding the reality. Sabo and the reader share moments, bond and gradually become closer.

Featuring characters :

Ava (non-canon) : Reader's best friend and very passionate designer working freelances and contract-based jobs. A supportive role to uplift the reader.

Robin (Canon) : Uplifting supportive and helping person for Sabo.

Koala (Canon)

Dragon (Canon)

Ivankov (Canon)

Sanji (Canon)

Link to the parts :

Part-1 ~ Prank

Part-2 ~ An unwanted advice

Part-3 ~ Impatience

Part-4 ~ Favourite

Part-5 ~ A step forward

Part-6 ~ Cold night

Part-7 ~ Drunk

Part-8 ~ In my heart and mind

Part-9 ~ Stupid perhaps

Part-10 ~ Something inevitable

Part-11 ~ Found it

Part-12 ~ A selfish man

Part-13

Taglist :

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👻 "You! So you're the type who munches away?! Th-that's actually adorable...!!!" Seeing 🦅 munching away in the chapter title pages and such—that gap in character makes me love him even more! Mihopero 🦅👻 – ̗̀ 🍽𓈒𓂂𓏸

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crossingthedreams

to feel all of him (sir crocodile x f!reader)

summary: as a baroque works spy, you had many missions that involved leaving your home, your husband and staying undercover for days, weeks and even months. during one specific assignment, you just couldn’t do it.

warnings: sir crocodile is his own warning, beware. smut. pinv. fingering. spanking. dirty talk. creampie. he’s so in love with his wife it’s actually gross. the hook stays on. not proofread. no use of y/n. mdni.

word count: ~4k

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loverrin

| SILENCE IS LOVE | SIR CROCODILE

summary: you and sir crocodile have gotten used to speaking in silence, as it seems to be the safest option in a room full of nosy businessmen. unfortunately for you, the cross guild has a master of silence that seems to know your secret language inside and out. pairing: assassin! reader / sir crocodile wc: 1.6k tags: established relationship (married), f! reader, fluff, crocodile down bad, cross guild dynamics, buggy is nosy but mihawk is nosier, you like to pretend you don't like crocodile but he knows otherwise

Prior to the Cross Guild's creation, you'd had a pretty carefree life as an assassin, taking on jobs here and there for various organizations that needed extra hands. You'd worked with Sir Crocodile before when he founded Baroque Works, taking up jobs that were simply too difficult for the Millions or Billions when all the Number Agents and their partners were occupied.

Crocodile admired your work. You delivered quickly, flawlessly, and silently. You never pried, as long as the price was right - yet you also held to your morals, unwilling to harm children or have a hand in his starvation of Alabasta.

A few years passed, and his mission to entirely usurp Alabasta was nearing fruition. Taking on difficult jobs, your bounty slowly climbed upwards, subtly nudging the one hundred million mark. He finally made up his mind to ask you for the pleasure of an evening meal with you once it was all over - and was pleasantly surprised when you calmly accepted.

Though, we all know how that went. You, Daz, and Crocodile were all imprisoned in Impel Down, with Daz being stuck on Level 4 for boiling manual labor, Crocodile on Level 6, and you stuck in between, freezing away on Level 5. Months withered away as the three of you bided your time.

Then, Straw Hat Luffy showed up again and upheaved everything.

"How'd it go?" A familiar, deep voice spoke behind you, a heavy warmth draping across your back smelling of cigar smoke, expensive cologne, and seawater. A few ashes fell on your lap, and you brushed them away calmly.

"Fine, as always." You replied, attempting to look upwards, only to be foiled by Crocodile's chin resting on your head. You sighed, pointing to the papers sitting just out of arm's reach on your desk. He picked them up with his hand, metal hook resting territorially on your lap as he sifted through them.

"Perfect." He hummed, pressing a light kiss to your hairline. "Excellent work. I would never expect anything less."

"HELLOOOOO!" A voice screeched, before busting into your office. Crocodile groaned, separating himself from you, but standing behind you nonetheless as Buggy grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you. "Well, well, lookie here. Lovebird one and two, congregated in one spot!"

"Where else would they be?" Mihawk murmured, trailing in behind Buggy with a few papers in hand, forking them over for you to look at. "Hello. There's more recent news on the Red Force, if you were interested-"

Buggy quickly snatched them out of Mihawk's hand, pretending not to see your outstretched hand waiting for the papers. Your eyes slid to Crocodile's, who was standing beside you now, as if to say -

Are we serious?

Crocodile's eyes glinted in amusement as he released another puff of smoke and shrugged.

What did you expect?

Mihawk observed the two of you, eyebrow raised upwards. It was never a secret that you two were romantically involved - but your thoughts were always more obvious than the two of you believed.

There is no hiding from Hawk-Eye Mihawk.

As Buggy scoured his papers, Mihawk reached into his inner coat pocket and passed you another copy of the same newspaper. You huffed, glancing at Crocodile again.

He couldn't have just handed the first one to Buggy per usual?

Crocodile scoffed.

"He would've lunged for it anyways." Mihawk said, blinking at you. You blinked back, clearly unsettled as you tentatively reached for the paper.

"Right..."

"Goodbye. I will see you all at the meeting later." The greatest swordsman turned on his heel and walked out without a care in the world.

You and Crocodile watched him walk out, aggravated and thoroughly fed up as Buggy continued to scan over the newspaper, grumbling random words and slinging expletives as if both Straw Hat and Red-Haired Shanks were in the room with all of you.

"Buggy." You and Crocodile began, glancing at each other when your voices overlapped.

Go ahead. He gestured, eyes droopy as he waved at you, walking out the door.

"Buggy, do this somewhere else." You finished, staring at your (technically) boss. "I don't want to be part of the weird rivalry you have with people that wear hats made of straw."

Buggy walked out of your office, eyes glued to the paper he was holding the whole time, blindly fumbling for the door handle and slamming his shoulder into the wall on his way out.

You sighed heavily, leaning back in your chair and setting your feet on top of your desk, opening the newspaper Mihawk had handed you as Crocodile made his way back to you, a familiar weight landing atop your head as his hand continued to flip through your completed bounties.

The two of you soaked in each others' presence as you worked, Crocodile occasionally grabbing the pen you were using to mark the newspaper for himself, jotting down notes in the sidelines of his documents.

"You have an office too, you know?" You huffed in amusement, burying your face into his coat, which was surrounding you. The warm fur shifted as he pulled you closer, small specks of sand gently blowing past your face to prevent the ashes from collecting on you.

"I see you more in the office than I do at home, nowadays." He murmured, setting the papers down on the desk again to wrap his hand around your waist.

You pushed him off of you gently, glancing at him - not with any ill intent, but with just a bit of scorn.

You and Mihawk should assign me less work, then.

His eyes closed in slight apology, creasing warmly. A sigh escaped his mouth as he pressed a kiss to his forehead, ignoring how you squirmed in pretend contempt for him.

I'm sorry. But really, it's Buggy's fault for not carrying his own weight, so can you blame him instead?

"It really is Buggy's fault, you know?" Mihawk cleared his throat from the entrance to your office, more papers in hand. Bounties for you, most likely.

Your eyes shut, already exhausted halfway through the workday. Crocodile watched you, clearly worried.

You're overworked.

You opened one eye, squinting at him.

And whose fault is that?

"Buggy's." Mihawk chimed in, setting the papers in front of you and pointing at one specific face of a vide admiral. "This one needs to be taken care of by the end of the week, please."

"Mihawk, you're nosier than you let off." Crocodile commented, still holding you tightly. There was never a point in hiding anything from Mihawk, who watched everything with a careful eye.

"Try harder to hide, then." He retorted, pouring himself tea from your drink station.

"When everyone already knows we're together?" You scoffed. "You, of all people, should know that both me and him have better things to worry about than how obvious we appear. It's just weird that you know what our glances mean."

"Context clues and inference." He hummed, sipping the piping cup. Again - your tea. For someone that appeared so cold, he was awfully open to using all of your things. He caught your stare on his hand, and waved you off. "Oh, please. I'll be washing it once I'm done."

"Like that." You pointed at him accusingly. "You shouldn't know what every glance I give means."

"It's not as difficult as you make it seem." He shot back, watching Crocodile gaze at you adoringly. "Really, it isn't."

"Can you leave?" Crocodile sighed, burying his face in your neck. He was still hunched over you awkwardly, like he couldn't just sit down beside you. His spine was practically snapping in half.

"I'd like to finish my tea."

"My tea." You grumbled. "Just take it with you. Bring the cup back when you've washed it."

Mihawk's eyes slid over the two of you. "I'll leave you to it." And shut the door behind him.

"Nosy bastard." Crocodile breathed in your ear, cigar in the ashtray and long forgotten. "Won't you come home tonight?"

You looked at him pointedly, pointer finger tapping your desk where the paper Mihawk had left you just minutes ago sat.

Needs to be done by the end of the week, remember?

Crocodile groaned, hugging you ever tighter. "Please, just leave it for tomorrow. It's been so long since we had a proper meal together, without Buggy wailing away in our ears. In the comfort of our own homes."

"As my boss, you really shouldn't be encouraging me to slack off, you know?" You laughed, standing up and forcing him to get off of you. He looked positively miserable - scar creasing as he wrinkled his nose at you, unamused. You beckoned for him to lean down, pressing a swift kiss to his mouth and ignoring how he leaned in heavily, drinking you in and enticing you not to pull away.

"As your husband," he began, leaning in once more and kissing your fingers as you held your hand across your mouth, preventing him from kissing you again, "I encourage you to spend time with me rather than allowing your job to encapsulate you."

"Tempting." You replied, pushing his face back gently. "But I have two other bosses that would like me to do my job, you know?"

Crocodile's ringed finger jutted out, pointing at a little note Mihawk had left you. "I beg to differ."

You can get this done in two days. Crocodile seems to miss you.

"Bastard." You grumbled.

"Careful." Crocodile sneered. "You're starting to make it seem like you want to work instead of see me."

"Now you're acting petty." You huffed, kissing him again. His hand found your waist, tightening, and you laughed into his mouth, but you pulled away nonetheless. "Fine, then. Will you cook for me?"

"Of course." He peppered kisses across your face, making you groan (though of course, you were amused and he knew that). "As long as you don't go around bragging about it."