A simple kitchen cut ends in tears and horror, and you begin to realize that your friendship with Sanji might be more than what you think
Look After You | Angst, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers
Sanji is gravely injured on Drum Island, and after a deathbed kiss leaves you spiraling, you have to decide what your feelings mean before Sanji comes to
Heat Waves (COMING SOON) | Fluff, Smut, Angst
You and Sanji have been together for a few months, and when you finally get the chance to be intimate, you find your feelings for him go deeper than you thought
The Remedy | Angst, Fluff
When Sanji wakes after a terrible nightmare, you spend the evening lulling him back to sleep by remembering the best moments in your relationship
I Have Given You All, and Now I am Nothing | Angst, Fluff, Sickfic
Sanji has always hid his injuries from you, but when this habit puts his life in danger, your relationship is put to the test
Anchor (COMING SOON) | Angst, Fluff, Sickfic
You never get sick. Maybe that's why Sanji pulls out all the stops for your flu and pampers you
If I'm Lucky | Fluff, Smut
Sanji hasn't been himself since returning to the Strawhats, so you decide to indulge him in a soft and sexy date night
Worthy of You | Angst, Fluff, Smut
After the events at Whole Cake Island, you have to bring a distressed Sanji back to you with you love and care
Mind Over Matter | Angst, Fluff
When Sanji accidentally cuts his hand in the kitchen, Zoro's worries about your husband threaten to send you over the edge.
Epiphany | Angst, Fluff
When a rogue pirate crew leaves the Strawhats without food for a few days, Sanji's anxieties finally get the better of him and drive him to do the unthinkable.
Wildest Dreams | Smut, Sex Pollen
Sanji is terribly shy in your most intimate moments, so you decide to indulge in an aphrodisiac from a local shop to shift the mood in bed
Save You a Seat | Fluff
Sanji has been struggling to see himself as a good father since the birth of his son, so you decide to bring Zeff to the Thousand Sunny for father's day
Stand-alone Fics
About Damn Time (COMING SOON) | Sanji x gn!reader, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers
Sanji has been all over you since you joined the Strawhats, and even though everyone warns you that he's a perpetual perv and tells you to avoid him, you quickly realize that Sanji isn't that bad
Lovely | Fluff, Smut, Angst
After dealing with a mix of self-consciousness and body changes, you turn away from your husband only to find that his love for you is more than just skin deep
Do That Again | Smut
Sanji doesn't handle his first blowjob with much grace
Headcanons
NSFW Alphabet | Smut
Sir Crocodile
Headcanons
NSFW Alphabet | Smut
Fics
I Can Fix Him (No Really, I Can) (COMING SOON) | Crocodile x gn!reader, Angst, Fluff
You're over the moon to be reunited with your old flame after he gets out of Impel Down, but you quickly find that something has given him a soft side since your last meeting, and you're determined to protect it
Trafalger D. Water Law
The Great Divide (COMING SOON) | Law x fem!reader, Fluff, Angst, Smut
You joined up with the Strawhats upon their return to Sabaody, but when they decide to form an alliance with Trafalger Law -the former love of your life- you struggle to keep the past in the past
Someone You Loved (COMING SOON) | Law x fem!reader, Fluff, Angst, Smut, "The Great Divide" prequel
You were living peacefully in your village until a pirate crew washed up, desperate for someone to help their ailing captain. You spend months getting to know the Heart Pirates and nursing Law back to health, only to find yourself desperately in love with a man who can't stay
Doctor's Orders (COMING SOON) | Law x fem!reader, Smut, Sex Pollen
The Heart Pirates come across an interesting devil fruit user, and when the effects of it become too much for you to handle, your captain feels obligated to help
Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time (COMING SOON) | Smut
You make a drunken bet with your boyfriend, Law, and when he loses, you decide that he would look best under you. In a maid outfit. Tied to your bed.
NSFW Alphabet (COMING SOON) | Smut
Pain is Cold Water (COMING SOON) | Angst
Your husband isn't one to show his emotions, but when you start noticing strange changes in him after he's shot with a sea prism bullet, your crew is horrified to find that he never cured his amber lead disease. He was just holding it back.
Red-Haired Shanks
All The Pretty Boys (COMING SOON) | Shanks x gn!reader, Fluff, Smut
Your captain, Shanks, is the most confident man you've ever met, so when you find him upset and embarrassed that he couldn't dance with a girl at the bar after losing his arm, you decide to help him learn again
Dracule Mihawk
NSFW Alphabet | Smut
Buggy the Clown
NSFW Alphabet (COMING SOON) | Smut
Red-Haired Shanks x Buggy the Clown
Good Luck, Babe! (COMING SOON) | Smut, Angst
Buggy hates that every time he sees Shanks, they end up in bed together. He's not gay. He can't be. It's just a phase, right? The butterflies and burning pleasure and constant occupation of his thoughts is just a phase, right?
Bad Luck (COMING SOON) | Smut, Fluff, Angst, sequel to "Good luck, Babe!"
It wasn't just a phase. Buggy is madly in love with his childhood best friend, but right when he feels like he can have everything he wants, Shanks' past traumas get in the way.
Roronoa Zoro
NSFW Alphabet | Smut
Good Girl | Smut
After Zoro is a little too rough on you in bed, you get the rare opportunity to see his soft side
Monkey D. Luffy
Touch (COMING SOON) | Fluff, Smut
Luffy's new crew member makes him feel some kind of way. He can't help but want to touch her, hold her, kiss her, see her naked even. But, in true Luffy fashion, he decides to approach the situation with 0 tact.
Memories (COMING SOON) | Angst, Fluff
Dating your captain is the greatest gift you could have asked for, but when the two of you start sleeping in the same bed, you realize that Luffy isn't always as happy as he seems. Nightmares plague him, and there's little you can do to chase away the memories.
NSFW Alphabet | Smut
Nico Robin
Kinktober 2024, Day 1: Lingerie | Smut
Robin gets a new lingerie set, and you can't resist her.
You vowed to protect Sanji when the two of you were wed, but when a Germa doctor manages to hunt Sanji down and take the two of you hostage, you wrestle with the real possibility of losing your husband while trying to come up with a plan to freedom before the doctor can completely take Sanji apart.
Sanji reflects on his life and realizes the best thing he has is his family.
Sanji x fem!reader
MDNI 18+
Angst
CW: Mentions of torture, mentions of gore/blood, mentions of death, parental death
You vowed to protect Sanji when the two of you were wed, but when a Germa doctor manages to hunt Sanji down and take the two of you hostage, you wrestle with the real possibility of losing your husband while trying to come up with a plan to freedom before the doctor can completely take Sanji apart.
As time passes, you and Sanji both heal from your ordeal with Veren in much different ways.
Sorry I've been a little bit absent lately. Life has a way of keeping me busy with our new house, my new niece, and my job. Working on a new chapter of I Know the End now, and working on a few one-shots from requests in my inbox!
How did everyone feel about the new season of OPLA?!
You vowed to protect Sanji when the two of you were wed, but when a Germa doctor manages to hunt Sanji down and take the two of you hostage, you wrestle with the real possibility of losing your husband while trying to come up with a plan to freedom before the doctor can completely take Sanji apart.
Despite his pain and exhaustion, Sanji fights to get back to his crew and wife.
Sanji x fem!reader
MDNI 18+
Angst
CW: Hospital setting, coma, swearing, mentions of torture, mentions of death
When I get to lay down in my bed at the end of the day and read fan fic/sit with my husband. I've worked super hard lately to make our bedroom a place where work does NOT happen so we can recharge and rest there, and so far it's been super great!
14. if you could give a TED talk on anything, what would you talk about?
New facts about Murph, but THORIN. FUCKING. OAKENSHIELD. AND BILBO BAGGINS.
The Hobbit was my first love when I was a very little girl. I've read the Silmarillion, Children of Huren, The Hobbit, LOTR, all the guides, seen all the films.
"Go back to your books. And your armchair" did damage to me at age 5 that i will never come back from. I'll be adding it to my tattoo collection when I get a good spot on my sleeve.
Not sure if you're still taking requests, but if you are, I'd love some headcanons of Sanji, Luffy, and/or Zoro with a s/o who's extremely shy and easily flustered!
YESSS THE BOYS! I don't get asked about the whole trio a lot, but I LOVE writing them!
Sanji, Zoro, and Luffy + Flustered Partner
Sanji x fem!reader
Zoro x fem!reader
Luffy x gn!reader
CW: Sex (light), mentions of wounds, light injury, blood
MDNI 18+, all minors blocked and reported
Blackleg Sanji
It's almost like a contest to see who the more flustered one in your relationship is
Sanji started giving you a run for your money the instant you met
He’s just so handsome
You can’t take your eyes off of him at Baratie, watching the way he smiles sweetly and practically dances around the room
When he comes up to you and the rest of the crew, you’re done for
He’s been so sweet since the first moment he saw you
"Beautiful"
"Stunning lady"
"Angel"
Every praise that falls off his lips has you spinning
You truly think you’re going to pass out with every kind thing he says to you
When you learn he’s going to join the crew, you nearly drop dead
After that, you’re constantly blushing and giggling when you’re in his presence
You know he flirts with every woman he sees, but something about it feels different when it's with you
Yes, he calls the other girls beautiful
Yes, he calls them goddesses and serves them whatever food or drinks they want
But it isn't like that with you
It's quieter with you, softer
He doesn't yell or say anything overly ridiculous to you
He waits until the others are gone before he praises you, and he smiles like never before when he sees that blush on your cheeks
Maybe he does it this way because he knows you're on the quiet side
Maybe he does it because you make him nervous
You realize that this is the case when Robin finally tells you one day
She doesn't come out one day and just say that he likes you, but you're able to pick up on her subtle hints
That night, Sanji nervously asks you if you want to have a date night
You’re inseparable after that
The relationship moves fast, gets serious, but the two of you never stop acting like you’re newly dating
Seeing you in a sexy dress makes him blush
When he kisses you for longer than a second, it takes your breath away
Sex?
Forget it
Sanji is a beet red mess the entire time
He can't help himself, moaning and whining while he tells you how much he loves you
You don't even have words for him
It's too overwhelming, what he's doing to your body while the sweetest praise roll of his lips
Even after years of being together, the two of you still have moments where you act like it's your first date
You can't deny that you love it
At first, it was definitely a little tough to overcome your shyness with Sanji, but now it's a nice part of your relationship
It keeps things soft, comforting
The best part of your day is that sweet dusting of pink on Sanji's lips after you give him a good kiss
Roronoa Zoro
Zoro absolutely loves the fact that you're a blushing and sweet mess
Well...
Not at first
When you join the crew, your eyes immediately lock in on the beautiful swordsman
There are just so many things about him that you adore
He's handsome, he's strong, he protects you and the crew
He's unlike anyone you've ever met before
But, of course, you don't have the bravery to really get to know him in the way that you want
Sure, you can talk to him as a friend
You can train with him, too, and have meals with him
But, the instant you're alone with him and try to talk about anything even slightly deep, you clam up
It definitely irritates him
He always huffs when you get nervous, turning his face away from you so you can't see it
It always makes you want to curl up and die
You want to get close to him, but you just can't
All of that changes one day when the two of you are training
You're decently talented with your blade, but nothing like Zoro
He's known for going extremely easy on you to help you learn and avoid getting injured
Nothing is different that day about him, but you can admit that you're feeling a little under the weather
You're off your game, and halfway through, you slip and let Zoro accidentally cut deep into your shoulder
You go down like a brick
He's lifting you into his arms in seconds
"Fuck. Holy shit, I cut you"
You just wave him off and tell him how okay it is, but he doesn't care
He stays by your side the entire time Chopper is stitching you up
He doesn't say much, but he does keep a protective hand on your knee
It happens that night when everything is quiet and it's just the two of you in the galley
He admits his feelings slowly, quietly, and you barely have words for him
He takes it upon himself to kiss you and it's then that you realize that he wasn't turning his face away from you because he was annoyed
He was hiding his own embarrassment
After that, it gets easier and easier for you to express your feelings to him
It progresses a little slow, but you don't mind
He needs a little time to warm up to a relationship as well
One place the two of you connect with one another best is in bed
You obviously can't help but blush and hide your face when he's fucking you, but he has a way of coming out of his shell
"Come on baby. Show me that face. Don't hide from me"
It's definitely one of your favorite pass times
Your relationship is definitely out of the ordinary, but neither of your minds
It works
He brings out the best in you
Monkey D. Luffy
It does not matter at all that you are shy when it comes to Luffy
He actually takes pretty well to your timid nature when the two of you first meet
It's obvious to everyone how loud and rambunctious Luffy can be
He's not planning on toning it down for anyone
Not even you, even after he realizes how he feels about you
And yes, it is your captain that catches feelings first
He doesn't really understand what the feelings are at first, but he knows that he wants to be around you at all times
The world is a little bit quieter around you, a little softer
He doesn't have to shout and yell to get noticed
It allows him to slow down just a bit and actually talk about things other than being a pirate or a captain
He tells you about the bugs he likes, his favorite meals from home
After Marineford, you're the only person he'll talk to about Ace
Sure, it makes you a little bit sad, but it's an honor
You've become a safe place for him
That might be why you ended up having feelings for him
Sure, he can be a lot sometimes, but actually brings you out of your shell around others
It's almost impossible to be afraid around Luffy
He just radiates joy and confidence that it washes off onto everyone else around him
You're not immune to these charms
You swear to yourself that you're not going to say anything about your feelings, can't deal with being involved with your captain
This doesn't fly with Luffy
It happens one night after the crew sails away from Wano
Everyone is sitting around listening to Brook sing, but Luffy isn't paying attention to the musician
He's looking at you
While the rest of the crew is dancing and chatting, you're curled up by yourself, mug of something warm in your hands while you enjoy the revelry
Luffy feels like you're a magnet
He dashes over to you and plops himself down nearly in your lap
He's kissing you before you can even ask what he's doing
You're horrified, but you can't help but sink into the kiss
Sure, everyone is watching, but it's Luffy
Everything with him just feels right after that
PDA doesn't bother him in the slightest
You struggle with it at first, but you work on enjoying it since being with Luffy is your most favorite thing
He's incredibly clingy as well
He barely ever gives you a chance to lose your confidence or feel unloved
In bed, he's the same way
If you're feeling nervous about your body or your skills, all you have to do is tune into Luffy
He's always smiling, kissing you, enjoying himself
He never lets you feel anything less than perfect
He's just filled with love for you, and you can't help but catch some of it and love yourself in return
You vowed to protect Sanji when the two of you were wed, but when a Germa doctor manages to hunt Sanji down and take the two of you hostage, you wrestle with the real possibility of losing your husband while trying to come up with a plan to freedom before the doctor can completely take Sanji apart.
Sanji finds comfort in remembering the moment you fell in love, but the joy urges him to realize who has come to rescue him from Veren.
Sanji x fem!reader
MDNI 18+
Angst
CW: Hospital setting, coma, swearing, mentions of torture, mentions of death
MDNI 18+ - All minors will be blocked and reported
On the day you move into your new house, Bucky finds himself relieved that he can finally live somewhere the Winter Soldier has never been.
Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Fluff | Smut
CW: Mentions of trauma, mentions of nightmares, mentions of torture, mentions of injury, sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, Bucky has a housewife kink he can't help it
WC: 6.2k
Bucky hasn’t stopped aimlessly staring since the two of you arrived at your new home, but you don’t push him. Something about the look on his face has your heart fluttering in your chest.
Though it isn’t much, Bucky looks likes he’s moved into a mansion rather than 850 square feet. His blue eyes are filled with something you’ve never seen before, something bright and almost childlike. It’s as if he’s in aw of the little ranch
Moving into this house has been a long time coming. The two of you searched for nearly a year for the perfect home, and every single day you had to wait to close after buying this one was torture. It was as if the world was making you wait, forcing the two of you to learn patience in your life together.
Your patience was more than worth it. You wanted something together, something physical, real.
Now, as you arrange photos on a shelf in the living room you own, you know that what you have is real.
“Buck,” you begin, holding up two photos when he looks up at you. “Which one for this shelf? The other one can go up in the bedroom.”
His eyes linger for a moment, no words leaving his lips. The look on his face is so soft that you could cry.
Finally, he points to the photo in your right hand, a small picture of Bucky, Steve, Sam, and yourself in Wakanda just hours after the Blip was undone. You’re sound asleep in Bucky’s lap, and he sits beside his friends with a whiskey in his hand and a smile on his face.
It’s the only photo that exists of both Steve and yourself. Shuri took it with one too many cocktails in her belly and a shaky hand, but Bucky has never seemed to care about the poor quality.
He loves it all the same.
“This one it is,” you claim, placing the photo on the shelf and taking a second to admire it.
Bucky steps up behind you then, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder. It’s a soft gesture, intimate and simple, but you drink up the affection. Bucky’s been clingy since the purchase of your home together, and you can’t say that you don’t love it.
“You tired?” he wonders, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “You’ve been at this all day.”
You take a second to gaze around the living room. You were able to get most things unpacked, your determination outweighing the fact that you’re absolutely exhausted.
Sure, your arms feel like jelly and your feet might fall off, but you’d do it a million times over just to be standing in this very spot.
You and Bucky are finally home.
“Yeah,” you say at last, turning around in his arms so you can face him. “I think I need to call it a night.”
Bucky gives you a sweet, tired smile. “Why don’t we hop in the shower and then get to bed?”
You cock an eyebrow. “James Barnes, are you telling me I smell?”
The blush that overtakes his face is so darling that you swear your heart is going to collapse from the sight.
“Not at all what I said,” he stammers. “Just want you to get a good night of sleep.”
You lean up on your toes to softly kiss his lips, reveling in the taste of him for a moment before pulling away. “Not just a ploy to see me naked?”
That damn blush is back on his face.
“That too, of course.”
There’s just something about teasing Bucky that you can’t get enough of. Sure, the rest of the world gets the grumpy, quiet version of him, but you get the real him. You get the teasing, the laughs, the sarcasm. He blushes whenever you compliment him, and he clings like a kitten in his sleep.
So many people -friends, family, total strangers- have falsely informed you that you should be terrified of him, but you drown out all the noise.
The only thing about Bucky that scares you is the thought of losing him.
You reach up to give his ear a gentle tug, relishing in the small laugh the act pulls from his lips.
“I’ll get the bathroom ready if you dig towels out of one of these boxes,” you propose, finally separating from him.
He nods, instantly turning so he can root though the boxes yet to be unpacked.
Always eager to serve. Sure, it’s okay with you that his love language is acts of service, but the speed at which he responds to requests always gives you pause.
A strange feeling curdles in your stomach.
You decide not to give it anymore thought tonight.
Figuring out your new shower takes you less time than expected, so you take your time to strip down and then begin arranging some of your bathroom products into the cabinet.
It’s not a large house by any means, but you’ve been finding yourself stunned by the newfound space all day long. You and Bucky used to be cooped up in a studio apartment in Brooklyn. The day consisted of running into one another in the kitchen, squeezing together to brush your teeth, and sleeping in the smallest bed on God’s green earth as it was the only one that fit in your room.
Now, you turn to see your brand new king bed in your bedroom -the bedroom with the bathroom attached to it.
You know it isn’t much, but oh God, it’s more than enough.
“Doll?”
You nearly jump out of your skin when Bucky rounds the corner, two plush towels in his arms. He’s already got his shirt off, and doesn’t take his eyes off your naked form as he hangs the towels on the hooks beside the shower.
“You alright?” he wonders, a bit of a smirk on his face. “Not used to having corners for me to come around?”
You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around him the second he’s within reach. He’s warm, solid against you as you opt to lay your head on his bare chest. It doesn’t bother you that he’s sweaty from moving or that his hands are dry from weeks of fixing up your new home. It’s Bucky, and as long as it’s Bucky, you adore it.
He doesn’t question your sudden affection. He just wraps his arms around you -one warm and soothing, one cold and grounding. It’s a sensation that will never get old to you.
“Why don’t we get you showered?” he whispers against the crown of your head. “You deserve a good night of sleep after all the work you did today.”
It’s pretty obvious by your swollen feet and deep-set bags that you’re absolutely exhausted. The thought of curling up in your new bed in your new house next to your boyfriend sounds better than a million bucks.
“Deal,” you breathe, propping your chin up on his chest so you can look up at him. “But you’ve got way too many clothes on for that.”
It’s finally his turn to roll his eyes at you, the smile on his face so bright that could swear you’re dating a model. “Yeah, who’s trying to get who naked now?”
You place a small peck on the hollow of his throat. “You. Naked. Now.”
This earns you a genuine belly laugh from the man before you. It’s rare that you get such reactions out of Bucky, especially after days as long as this one. Even though you’re lucky enough to see his fun side, his sweet side, he’s still a particularly quiet man. Getting to hear loud joy emanating from his lips is like a sound from the heavens.
Your boyfriend obeys your desires, stripping the rest of his clothes off as you test the temperature of the shower water.
It’s no secret to anyone with eyes that Bucky Barnes is gorgeous, but even when he’s naked before you, even when you two step under the shower water together, it doesn’t once occur to you to turn the gesture into something sexual. It’s been a long day, and there’s nothing that comforts you more than the feeling of Bucky against you. Everyone that knows the two of you knows you can be a little protective when it comes to Bucky.
Of course he’s a super soldier that can take care of himself more than most, but you’re more focused on protecting his mind, his heart, even.
Bucky has given you the gift of getting to know his soft side. You love it, and the last thing you’d ever do is let someone hurt him like he’s been hurt. Bucky never has to fear that you’ll abandon or betray him. You’ll be damned if anyone else dares to.
“You okay?”
The question leaves his lips in a voice barely loud enough to be heard over the shower water.
“Yeah. Just exhausted. Today was overwhelming.”
Softly, Bucky places a kiss on the crown of your head.
“Let me take care of you, then. You did a hell of a lot more to make today go smoothly than I did.”
You giggle a bit, nuzzling your face closer to his dripping chest. “You carried like, every single box.”
“And you coordinated the movers, packed everything up, made the schedule, organized our stuff, and put that stupid shelf in the living room together by yourself.”
You laugh softly at the memory of Bucky at war with IKEA earlier. He may be able to disassemble and reassemble a gun in seconds, but hand the man some DIY furniture and an instruction manual, and he’s lost.
“We both worked hard,” you settle on.
It feels like a death when Bucky pulls away to grab your shampoo off the shelf, but he’s quick to put some into his palms and begins to softly massage it into your hair.
“Let me take care of you anyway,” he tells you, gently and with such care it makes tears threaten to come. “It’ll help both of us relax.”
You want to put up some sort of fight, try to convince Bucky to get pampered for once, but the words die on your lips. His hands in your hair feels too good. There’s something unique about the mix of soft flesh and unmovable metal that makes you want to melt.
If your beloved wants to care for you, who are you to stand in his way?
When he’s finished lathering your hair, he rinses it out, making sure to stroke your head and hair with every pass of the showerhead. He’s too good to you, too pure. It’s moments like these that make you wonder if you’re living in some sort of dream.
A man like him cannot simply exist.
“We need to fence the yard,” you remind him softly as he reaches behind you to grab your soap. “It’s expensive, I think.”
You shiver a bit when the soap touches your back, but it may be from the deep rattle of his voice when he speaks. “Why are you thinking about the yard, Doll? It’s gonna start snowing in the next few weeks.”
You shrug. “Just thinking. I know you said you were thinking about getting a dog or a cat.”
“And why would a cat need a fenced-in yard?”
Something about the question makes you laugh
“It’s the 21st century, Buck,” you remind him. “People take their cats out on leashes nowadays for, ya know, stimulation and all that.”
Flabbergasted, Bucky actually tilts your chin up so you can see his deeply concerned expression. “Cats? On leashes?”
You nod.
He releases your chin, but you can almost feel his concerned gaze still settled on the back of your head.
“I know there are other things you want to get done, my love,” he tells you as he moves the soap to your stomach. “What about getting the fireplace fixed up for the Christmas?”
“And Hanukkah,” you remind him. “Starts on Christmas Eve this year. We should house warm.”
He grunts. “And invite who? Your friends and Sam so he can serve me with a lawsuit while he’s here?”
You know Bucky is trying to crack a little joke, but something about it makes your heart ache. It’s been months since he’s even bothered to call Sam. Sure, the captain may have dropped his lawsuit and left the whole issue alone after Bucky was impeached, but it still rubs him the wrong way. You know he wants to reach out. Sam is his family, and the distance is killing him.
“Why don’t you call?” you suggest. “Jamie, it’s been months. I’m sure he’s cooled down by now.”
Bucky doesn’t respond, but instead just nuzzles his nose into you and places a kiss on the skin of your shoulder.
There it is, the signal to not push the envelope.
Bucky finishes washing your hair out and then switches to his own, quickly cleaning his own body as he continues to gaze at you. There’s so much love in his eyes, yes, but there’s so much more. Protection, devotion. He’s the most darling and sweet man you know, but there’s no doubt in your mind that he’d kill for you at the drop of a hat. Should it scare you? Maybe, but you find it comforting. You’re never safer than you are with Bucky.
He finishes his own shower just in time for the water to begin to run cold. As if it personally offended him, he reaches for knob and turns the flow of water off. Not five seconds later, you’re enveloped in your favorite towel.
“Sorry it got cold, Doll. I tried to rush.”
You lean up to peck Bucky on the cheek. “You kept me warm.”
If the heat of the shower water hadn’t warmed his cheeks to the point of blush, you know he’d be rosy from your affections.
“Let’s go to bed,” he prompts softly. “I gotta get my love off her feet.”
You don’t have it in you to argue with him. He scoops you up in his arms like you weigh nothing, carrying you to bed and tucking you in like you’re the most precious thing in the world, taking only a second to get you a pair of panties and one of his shirts.
You just know that if any of his teammates saw him this sweet, this vulnerable, they’d never let him hear the end of it.
He pulls on his own boxers and stretches, all of his joints cracking as he bends and twists his back.
“Sounding old there, Sargeant,” you tease. “Need a massage?”
You get a roll of Bucky’s eyes in response. “Might take you up on that tomorrow, Doll.”
He slides in beside you, wrapping his left arm around you and pulling you tight against his chest. You’re so exhausted, eyelids so heavy that it takes you a moment to realize that something is off.
“Buck?”
“Hm?”
“You forgot your arm.”
Bucky’s vibranium fingers flex against your belly, cold palm then laying flat and rubbing in small circles.
“I, uh - do you mind if I sleep with it on tonight?”
Something in your chest pulls tight when he speaks. You’ve never dared to direct Bucky on when he should and shouldn’t use his prosthetic. It’s not anywhere near your business, but you can’t deny that it made you happy when he started sleeping without it. He felt safe with you, safe enough to allow himself to be totally comfortable.
“New house jitters?” you wonder, snuggling closer to him.
He nods.
You reach for Bucky’s vibranium hand, guiding it until you can place kisses on his fingertips and knuckles.
“You do whatever makes you feel comfortable, my love,” you assure him, voice soft and steady. “I love you, Bucky.”
He plants a gentle, albeit shaky, kiss on the back of your neck.
~
You don’t really know what wakes you up. There’s no clatter or thunder outside. Bucky isn’t beside you to snore or wake from a night-
Your eyes shoot open the instant you realize it. Only cold sheets remain where Bucky once lay, mussed and tossed to the side as if he got up in a hurry. His phone is abandoned on his nightstand. His drawer is open, rooted through like he’d been frantically searching.
Your heart is in your throat. It’s unlike Bucky to leave the room at night, even after a nightmare. He becomes even clingier when night falls. He wouldn’t leave you alone in your room unless he had to.
The thought makes you stomach run cold.
“Buck?”
The sound of your voice echoes down the empty hall like it’s a cave. There are no lights on, and Bucky doesn’t respond to your call.
“Babe?” you try again, a bit louder now. “James?”
You slowly make your way out to the living room, and when you round the corner, your heart nearly stops.
Bucky is standing at the window, still in his boxers with his hair a mess atop his head. His hands are on his hips. Metal hand fidgets with the hem of his boxers, his body swaying back and forth from foot to foot.
“Buck?”
He doesn’t turn to face you, but finally, he speaks. “I hope I didn’t wake you, Doll.”
“You didn’t,” you assure him softly. “Did you have a nightmare, my love?”
He shakes his head. When you reach him, you wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his side.
“What’s wrong?” you ask. “You usually wake me up if you get spooked.”
His arm snakes around you, pulling you close so that he can place a kiss into your hairline. “I didn’t get spooked, angel. I just woke up to go to the bathroom and wandered out here.”
“How come?”
He shrugs, finally turning to look at you with a soft smile on his face.
“Just thinking,” he breathes. “I…I’m so used to, I don’t know. It’s stupid.”
You kiss his shoulder. “No, love. It’s not stupid. You can tell me.”
He pulls you even closer, vibranium hand coming up to tangle with yours. “It’s all so….new.”
“Jamie, this house was built in 1962.”
He snorts a bit, squeezing your hand softly. “And I was built in 1917. You callin’ me old?”
The two of you share a laugh, a few kisses being exchanged before you settle for laying your head on Bucky’s chest.
“No,” he sighs, wrapping you tightly in his arms. “It’s new to me. I loved our apartment for what it was, but…I don’t know. Everywhere I looked, I saw…”
Bucky doesn’t finish his sentence, just trails off as he squeezes you.
He doesn’t need to finish his sentence. You know what he’s referring to.
Everywhere he looked, he saw the Winter Soldier.
You met Bucky driving home one night from work. One minute, you were listening to the radio, fighting the exhaustion in your bones. The next, you’d hit the hottest guy in the world with your car.
The only thing he said was to not take him to the hospital. You don’t know what came over you that night, but you took the wet-rat of a man home to your apartment and nursed his wounds.
From that moment forward, Bucky was always something to you.
He didn’t know his name. He never asked for anything. He didn’t sleep, barely ate, and when he was well, he vanished into the night.
But, he always came back, back to that grubby apartment with the shitty kitchen and only enough room for a double bed.
And one night, when it was pouring rain and freezing cold, he returned to you. Arm broken at the elbow, hypothermia seeming to set in, sobbing and confused, he came back.
He never left after that.
“I don’t think of it that way,” you tell him softly. “I watched you get better there.”
“I slept in your closet for over a year.”
“And never once did you ask me to move any of my clothes or shoes.”
He leans back in, kissing the back of your head. “I tortured you in that apartment. I threw food at you. I went on a water strike for a week and you had to take sips of everything you gave me so I knew it wasn’t poisoned.”
You had almost forgotten that he threw food at you.
“Okay, the food throwing was because I scared you, and the water strike was reasonable. I never should have let you watch the news about how there was a boil water order a county over.”
Another laugh slips from between his lips. It’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.
“That’s not the point,” he says through his giggles. “I just…there was so much pain there. Here is just…clean. The Winter Soldier has never been here. He never will be.”
You lean up to place a kiss on his collarbone right where his prosthesis fits to his chest. The skin is tight and warm. The feeling of it has become familiar to you over the years, almost comforting.
“You know I don’t think less of you for anything you did when you were hurting, right?”
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he settles for squeezing you tighter to his chest.
You don’t speak for a while. It doesn’t matter to you that it’s late and you both definitely need sleep. There’s just something about the way Bucky is staring wistfully out at your quiet suburban neighborhood that soothes you. As much as you don’t want to look back poorly on any of your time with Bucky, you can’t help but realize he’s right.
You loved living in your apartment with Bucky, but everywhere had been touched by the Winter Soldier.
Here is new. Here is for you and James Buchanan Barnes - no unwanted guests.
“Buck?” you whisper, stroking your hand over his bare belly as if to rouse him from his thoughts. “Come on, babe. We had a long day. We definitely need some sleep.”
Finally, Bucky leans down and kisses the top of your head. “I’m sorry, Doll. Come on.”
You know you don’t need to hold Bucky’s hand the entire way back to the bedroom, but you do. He feels so safe, so much like home.
Sure, your new house is perfect to you, cozy and beautiful in all right ways, but it would be nothing without Bucky. You’d sooner live in your car with Bucky by your side than in a mansion without him.
Bucky immediately crawls back into bed when you reach your room, opening up his arms to invite you in. Who are you to tell him no? You do exactly as asked, flopping down on his broad chest and snuggling so close that you can hear his heartbeat.
“Thank you,” he breathes against your hair, hand slowly stroking up and down your back. “Sorry I woke you.”
You lean up on your elbows then so you can look down at him. “Don’t apologize. Buying a house is a big life thing. I’m not surprised that you’re a little restless.”
Of all the things he could do, he smiles. “I wouldn’t be able to do this if you weren’t doing it with me.”
The urge to kiss him is overwhelming. It’s like a magnetic force that pulls you in to place your lips softly on his.
The thing with Bucky Barnes is that he can never just kiss you and call it a day. He’d been deprived of such intimate affection for so long that when he gets a single taste of it, he can’t help but keep craving it. It’s his addiction, being able to touch you in a way that no one else does.
That’s why he always takes advantage of it.
He reaches up, pulling your thighs apart so you’re straddling his waist. Half hard in his boxers and gripping you so tightly that you know he’s going to leave bruises, it’s clear that he doesn’t want it. He needs it. He can flip on without warning and in an instant, but you can’t be angry. It’s flattering how much he wants you.
“James,” you breathe, grinding your hips down. “It’s three in the morning. Aren’t you tired?”
He shakes his head. “Fuck, I need it, babe. I need you.”
It never ceases to amaze you, the things that turn him on.
You sit up then, reaching your arms out to coax him up with you.
“Slow,” you request as he sits against the headboard and pulls you into his chest. “Feeling romantic.”
This gets a small laugh out of Bucky. “Buying a house got you feeling like husband and wife?”
The comment makes your heart jump into your throat. As much as you wouldn’t say it, not wanting to push Bucky, you haven’t stopped thinking about the future since the moment your offer on the house was accepted. Every time he makes love to you, all you can think about is what could be, a wedding ring and a round belly in your perfect little home.
It makes your heart skip, and Bucky notices.
“You are, aren’t you?” he whispers against the side of your neck. “Is that something you’d want, to be my wife?”
You nod. “Touch me, Bucky.”
He laughs, the feeling of his breath warm and familiar on your ear. “You like that, huh? Wanna have nothing but your wedding ring on while I touch you like this?”
The only response you give him is latching your lips to his neck, sucking gently under his ear right where he likes it. He keens, bending just slightly into you so that his now full erection is pressing against your clit.
“No one’ll ever get to have you like this again,” he mumbles, almost to himself as he shimmies himself out of his boxers. “Only your husband’ll get to see you this way. I’ll keep you happy.”
You don’t stop kissing a trail across his collarbone, laving the skin in small bites and subtle hickies as he babbles away below you. His cock is hot against your thigh, leaking from just the small bit of kissing he’s gotten.
Insatiable. It’s one of the few words that comes to mind when you get Bucky in bed.
He doesn’t waste time lifting you to remove your panties. His fingers just prod past the fabric, swiping softly through your heat before sinking into you.
“Bucky,” you breathe, tucking your face into the warm crook of his neck. “More. I can take it.”
He softly hushes you into your hair. “I know, Doll. My good girl. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
His words make your heart feel like it’s going to melt. Here he is, hot and hard and desperate, but he wouldn’t dare risk putting you in an iota of discomfort. Even hearing that you can take him, he can’t take any chances. Not on you. Never on you.
He eases another finger into you then, curling them expertly as he lays his palm against your clit. It’s electrifying almost instantly. When the two of you first ended up together, Bucky was clumsy in bed, unfamiliar. He was more than happy to take his time to learn your body, and fuck, has it paid off.
“So tight,” he hums, laying his lips beside your ear. “Gonna feel so amazing, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Then don’t wait,” you whine as you pathetically grind your hips down to chase his touch. “Bucky, please. I can take it. I’m ready for you.”
Another kiss, soft and sweet. “Still too tight. Just cum for me, Doll. Just one and then I’ll fuck you.”
The moan you let out is pitiful. You’re not ashamed to be grinding on his palm, pushing his fingers deep. It’s as if every part of him was made to pleasure you, keep you wet and moaning for him.
It would be a lie to say you don’t love it.
You bury your face in his neck as you keep grinding on him, nibbling on his skin and letting his metal hand stroke down your spine. It’s all so much, so many sensations assaulting you at once. His fingers stretch you, slow and deep. His moans are addicting. The cold touch of his left hand almost makes you wish it was that hand buried in your cunt.
“M’close,” you whine, lips moving against the skin of his neck. “Please. Please make me cum. Want you inside.”
Bucky hushes your moans and cries by pulling your lips to his. He doesn’t kiss you, but he whispers his sweet praise against the sensitive skin.
“Cum for me, Doll,” he praises. “You’re doing so good. Just let go and I’ll give you anything you want.”
You’ve never been one to deny your love anything he wants.
Your entire body goes stiff against him when you finally finish against his palm. Waves of pleasure wash over you, almost drown you as your hips beg to keep chasing the high. It’s oddly so intimate, so loving, the way he holds you while you cry against him.
“So good,” he soothes. “Good girl. Just relax for me.”
Your body doesn’t seem to want to come down from your high. You slump against Bucky’s chest, unable to hold yourself up, but still buzzing from your orgasm longer than you think you ever have before.
Bucky seems to notice in an instant and wraps both arms around you to hold you close.
“You’re okay, Doll,” he breathes into your hair. “Breathe for me. You did so good.”
Despite every bone in your body feeling like water, you tilt your face up to him and give the slightest pout.
“I can take more,” you promise him. “Please, Bucky.”
Your boyfriend can’t help but smile at your eagerness, how sweet it looks on your face. “I know, baby. Can you get on your belly for me?”
Exhaustion be damned, you’d do a backflip if this man asked you to right now.
You peel your sore legs from around his hips, obeying as you spread yourself out for him on your front. You can’t deny that the soft caress of your pillows and blankets has your eyelids feeling heavy, but you fight the feeling. You’d give anything just to feel Bucky as close to you as possible.
“Good girl,” he tells you sweetly. “Just relax. I’ll do all the work.”
You don’t open your eyes, but you feel him climb atop you and wrap his left arm around your belly. The cold makes you jump, but you don’t have to worry for long.
“Easy, baby. Tell me what you want,” he soothes as he lifts your hips ever so slightly off the bed.
“You,” you whine into the sheets. “Inside, Bucky. Fuck, please.”
Like the gentleman he is, Bucky doesn’t keep you waiting a second longer. He enters you in one gentle, perfect thrust, his hips staying still for a moment once they’re flush with yours. It’s like he’s savoring the feeling, remembering the sensation of being buried inside your warmth.
You, however, aren’t used to having such patience.
“I’m ready, Bucky,” you whine, pressing your behind back against him. “Please. Please.”
He leans over you then, pressing his chest tight to your back as he wraps both arms around you, enveloping you completely in him. It almost -almost- distracts you from the long, deep thrust he gifts you with.
You want to say something, his name, a praise, anything, but nothing comes except for a pitiful moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he moans, arms so tight around you that you swear he’s trying to sink into your skin. “So beautiful. I’ve got you.”
You’re always shocked that he’s able to remain so composed when the two of you make love. His main concern is always you - your comfort, your pleasure.
He keeps his pace slow, languid, every thrust seeming deeper than the last. His cock drags against every sweet and sensitive spot inside you like he’s mapped each one.
“James,” you whine, pushing back against him as if you could somehow get him further inside of you. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Bucky nuzzles against your cheek, tilting your face just enough to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “I love you more than anything.”
With the sweet nothing still staining his lips, he pulls his cock out to the tip and finally, finally gives you the rough thrust you need.
“Fuck!”
You don’t always swear when you’re in bed with Bucky, but the sensation his cock draws from your belly is worth the curse. He’s buried in you, every thrust getting faster and harder as his hips lose that composure he showed just moments ago.
His mouth seems to follow the same pattern.
“You’re gonna be such a good wife,” he moans, mouth pressed directly to your ear. “Gonna keep you so happy, Doll.”
You desperately want to arch into him, push back, something, but your body won’t let you. It’s as if it can’t disobey Bucky telling you to relax and take it. You feel like the only thing left in the world is Bucky’s body, and you’ll vanish if he dares to stop.
When you don’t respond to hit words, they drop with even more filth as the pace of his hips picks up.
“Gonna be a perfect husband for you. Fuck, doll, gonna keep you nice and full with my babies. Gonna take care of you.”
The reaction your body has to his words is borderline violent.
“Yes,” you cry out, finally finding your voice in the haze of your pleasure. “Please, Bucky. Want that.”
A quiet chuckle finds its way to his lips. “You like that, doll? Do you want me to take care of you and all the babies you give me?”
You nod so wildly that it hurts your neck. “I’ll be a good wife. I can’t wait to take care of you, Bucky.”
His hips pick up just a bit, slamming harder into you with every thrust.
He’s losing it, lose grips on his control.
“Yeah, doll,” he moans, mouth buried against the side of your neck. “God, you feel so good. Nothing better than this. So fucking tight.”
You can feel your body squeezing him, begging for more as he thrusts deeper every time he enters you. It’s a drug. It’s everything. You have no idea how you lived so many years without him.
“Buck, I’m gonna cum,” you cry suddenly, the words seeming to force themselves from your throat without permission. “Please. Please.”
He’s too sweet, too much. He just sneaks his lips to the crook of your neck before smiling against your skin.
“Cum for me, baby girl,” he groans, voice low and soft. “Wanna make you feel good.”
You so desperately want to tell him he is, that everything he does to you makes you feel amazing, but you can’t. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, so powerful that it threatens to drag you under.
You think you scream his name, think he tries to soothe you with soft thrusts and sweet nothings, but you can’t be sure. The only thing you know is real is pleasure. If you could die like this, the last memory of life being the way he makes you feel, you’d die happy.
“I know, my girl,” he breathes, his thrusts still deep and punishing, but slower now. “So good for me, baby. Just a little more, I promise.”
He could’ve told you all the secrets to the universe and you wouldn’t care. He’s the only thing that exists, the only reason you haven’t floated away into nothing.
After what you assume is a few minutes more, Bucky presses his lips to your cheeks and presses his hips flush against yours. You can feel his desperation for you when he finally cums. He grips you, vibranium holding you tight against his chest as he babbles into your ear.
“So fucking amazing, Doll. Take it all, baby. Such a good fucking girl, fuck!”
You’re used to how ample Bucky is when he finishes, but you’ll never good over how sinful it is to feel him dripping from you. It almost -almost- makes you want him again.
When his body finally relaxes, he keeps his arms wrapped around you and rolls onto his back. Although his cum is still sticky on your thighs, and there’s sweat beading on your forehead, you relax onto his chest. You don’t think you could even move if you wanted to. You’re fucked out, boneless atop your boyfriend’s wide frame.
After a few minutes of nothing but heavy breaths and your occasional, soft whine, Bucky runs his hand through your hair.
“Doll?” he breathes, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. “You should let me clean you up and change the sheets.”
You moan, nuzzling your face into his chest.
He chuckles a bit; the sound warming your heart. “I know baby girl. You’re not gonna sleep like this, though. I promise I’ll be quick and gentle.”
As much as you just want to be asleep, you know he’s right, so you give him a nod.
He kisses your temple one last time before softly setting you down on the clean side of the bed. “I’m gonna run you a bath. I’ll come back for you in a minute.”
With that, he’s gone, but your tired and aching body doesn’t have it in you to fret.
So, what's coming up from me in the next few months?
I know that this year was a pretty inactive one, and you guys rock for sticking by me and continuing to read the few pieces of content I've been able to put out!
So, my wedding is over, my house is bought, and my family is stable. What am I gonna be up to?
I am 110% still going to primarily be a One Piece and Sanji blog, that's not going anywhere. I am going to start sprinkling some Bucky Barnes and maybe other Marvel in, but I'll be here for the One Piece fandom a majority of the time.
That being said, my inbox is packed to the brim. I'm going to start working my way through a literal year's worth of asks. So, if you requested something last year and are wondering what in the hell I did with it, I haven't forgotten!!
Don't stop requesting, either!
Also, I Know the End will be coming to a close before the end of January!
Can i request Sabo nsfw alphabet or sabo with a bratty reader?
I've never written for Sabo so PLEASE tell me if this is ooc. I had to rewatch a lil of Dressrosa for this lol.
NSFW Alphabet with Sabo
MDNI 18+ - MINORS DO NOT OPEN, READ, OR FOLLOW
Sabo x gn!reader
Smut
CW: Rough sex, unprotected sex, mentions of past abuse, voyeurism, spanking, exhibitionism, biting, swearing
WC: 5.5k
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Sabo is the king of silly, lighthearted aftercare
He's the same way during sex, incredibly adventurous and carefree, but there's something about his aftercare that just warms your heart
"How was I, babe?" Sabo always wonders, rolling over so he can draw constellations on your bare belly. "Ten out of ten?"
You always indulge him, telling him that every time is the best time
It always makes him laugh, a sound you'd be happy to die to
As silly as he is, he's also one of the more responsible men you've been with
He always cleans you up, but doesn't make it awkward and is always sure to make quick work of it
If your session was particularly rough, he's sure to make you feel loved and safe before any of his silliness begins
"So beautiful"
"Always so good for me"
"I love you, babe. You're amazing"
Every word is said with you held close to his chest, lips planting sweet kisses all along your skin
There's never a time where you feel more safe, even if he got rough with you just minutes before
He's your Sabo
He'd never hurt you, and he'd never leave you thinking that you were anything less than perfect
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Sabo is absolutely obsessed with your eyes
He tells you he can see your soul in them, see the truth even if you're trying to hide away
He always says it with a bit of mischief in his voice, but it's hard to say that his words aren't sincere
When you're making love, he always has to be looking into your eyes when you cum
It's his favorite sight in the world
"Look at me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes when you cum"
It always gets you a little hot when he demands it of you
He gets this wicked grin on his face when he gets to watch you cum
You're sort of glad he always demands you keep your eyes open
You'd hate to miss how handsome he when you're making a mess on his cock
On him, even though he'll never admit it out loud, is his smile
It's something that he almost never got to see as a child, something that was almost taken away from him by the celestials
It's why he tries to live his life to the fullest now
He tries to find fun and joy in everything he does, including making love to you
He's never too serious in bed, always trying to get a laugh out of you or suggesting something new that the two of you can try
It's refreshing, and even though you sometimes aren't sure if you're going to be into something he suggests, you always try
It's more than worth it to see that sunny exterior crack open into pure pleasure
That joyous grin turns to a fucked-out, wistful smile that you wish you could burn into your mind's eye
His eyes drifted shut, soft moans leaving his lips as his hips fuck you seemingly out of his control
That might be your favorite thing about sex
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
As fun as Sabo likes to be in bed, he's a kinky little shit
He's been surrounded by military rogues all his life, most of them adult men, and it's definitely left its mark
You've gotten pretty used to how adventurous he is in bed and are always glad to indulge him
No matter how many strange or interesting things he wants to try, you always know how the night is going to end
Sabo is going to cum inside of you
It doesn't matter what position you're in or how long the two of you have been going at it
Sabo is unashamed to admit that finishing inside you is his favorite thing in the world
It isn't even necessarily a breeding kink
He just can't get enough of claiming you, seeing the evidence of his love dripping out of you when everything is said and done
"Yeah babe, can't wait to fill you up. Fuck, you're mine. I'm the only one that gets to fuck you like this"
It doesn't matter how many times he does it
It's amazing every single time, the intimate feeling of heat and him as deep inside you as he can manage to get
Even when the two of you are just lying beside each other when it's over, he can't get enough
He's always reaching between your legs, fingering his cum back into you
It's filthy and overstimulating, but fuck you love it
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
As much as he would never do it unless you said it was okay, he wants to brag about your sex life
He never would without your permission, and he'd only tell other revolutionaries that he's close with, but damn
It's a pride thing, the urge to show you off whenever he gets the chance
He doesn't want to be filthy about it
He just wants everyone to know how lucky he is, how good you make him feel
A lot of the times his crewmates will sit around the fire and talk about their sexual exploits, but he can't
The whole Army knows you, and knows that you're Sabo's partner
He just wants so badly to put all their stories to shame, tell them how amazing you are in bed and leave all of them jealous of him
This perverted little part of him wants them to wonder what it's like, wonder when they see the door to his room shut if they two of you are having sex
It may be a little bit of an exhibitionism thing
He just hasn't thought too much about that
All he knows is that you're the most perfect person he's ever had the pleasure to be with
He's sick of listening to his crewmates talk about their one-night stands and back-in-the-day trysts
Is it a little pervy? Sure
But he wants everyone to know just how good you are for him
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Sabo's been around the block a few times
He hasn't gone crazy or anything, but he didn't exactly have checks and balances when he was a teenager
He grew up into a very handsome young man, so it's no surprise that he had people falling at his feet to get a taste of him
He liked it!
He had fun, met some interesting people, and learned a lot about himself sexually
He was also able to built up some confidence
He's definitely grateful for it when he meets you
Sabo may have had some sexual adventures in the past, but you're the first person he's ever been in love with
He swears that his heart is going to beat out of his chest the first time the two of you sleep together
It's good he has that experience to lean back on, because you fluster him more than he ever knew possible
He let the muscle memory of his body take over when his mind can't think of anything but you
So sure, you're not Sabo's first
He had his fair share of fun when he was a young rebel learning his place in a complicated crew
But you're without a doubt his last
And you're damn sure his best
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Sabo really just can't help how horny you make him
Sometimes he sees you doing the simplest thing and finds his cock hard in his pants
Doing dishes for the crew?
Rock hard
Cooking?
He's already bending you over the counter in his mind
That's why bending you over and taking you from behind is his favorite way to have you
How could it not be?
He can thrust as fast and hard as he wants, and you know he needs that leverage when he really gets going
He can squeeze and smack your ass, undoubtedly one of his most favorite activities
If that wasn't enough for him, being able to drape his body over you and grip your throat and hair while he fucks you is enough to send him over the edge
He presses his lips right to your ear, whispering filth to you while he thrusts
"Fuck, just couldn't wait to have you, baby. You look too pretty"
"So tight like this. Cum for me baby, let me feel it"
You just know that if Sabo comes up behind you and places a hand between your shoulder blades that you're in for a long night
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Sabo is the perfect mix between the two
He does tend to lean toward the lighthearted, fun side however
He just can't help it
Sex is so fun
And you feed right into that, always laughing with him or letting his explore his various kinks with you
How can he not look forward to sex?
He doesn't feel judged, feels like he can be the most authentic version of himself with you
Of course he's intimate in other ways, protecting you and taking care of you
So, he'd much rather use sex as a good time than as something serious
If it does get super serious, it honestly makes him a bit uncomfortable
He doesn't do too well with serious words when they're positive
He grew up with Luffy and Ace for God's sake
Fun things should be fun, and he maximizes on that
So, you always find yourself smiling and laughing when you're in bed with Sabo
It's a guarantee that getting into bed with him is going to brighten your day
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Sabo isn't the best and keeping himself groomed
I mean, come on, he's a young man serving on a world-renowned crew
Just like the hair on his head, his hair everywhere is pretty wild
He doesn't really have chest hair, but the hair between his legs is almost never shaved
It's just not something he thinks about, and you've never complained
Dragon makes him keep his head and facial hair in order so it doesn't become a danger, and he has to shave his face almost everyday
The last thing he wants to do is worry about how he looks in his pants
If you said anything, he'd definitely do something about it
But if you don't, he totally loses interest in it
You don't mind if you're being honest
He's always clean, always smells and tastes good
So, you've gotten used to the hair
Feeling your nose buried in it when his cock is shoved down your throat is just commonplace now
It's not like it impacts your ability to blow him within an inch of his life
I mean, he's never complained!
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Sabo isn't the most romantic guy when it comes to sex
Sex is just fun for him, kinky and adventurous
He'd much rather show his love do you in different ways outside of the bedroom
He cooks for you
He makes sure that your room is always tidy
He knows you like to dance, so he's always sweeping you into his arms in the kitchen to have a little dance
It's refreshing, actually, how he treats sex
It isn't some monumental thing that you should put all this thought and feeling into
It's a fun activity that you get to do with the love of your life
Having this attitude toward sex has really allowed the two of you to explore different avenues of pleasure that you really enjoy
Toys, roleplay, positions, power play
You feel so free with Sabo to explore any and all of it
You used to think that sex had to be some big, heavy thing
Not with Sabo
It's the most free, most fun thing in the world
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Oh Sabo jacks off all the time
He is potentially the horniest little shit in all the world
If you're around and available, he'd much rather have you
But if you're busy or away, he has to get himself off somehow
He pumps his cock in his room, staring at the dirtiest of photos he's taken of you while he shamelessly moans your name
He just wants you so bad, especially when you're not around
He almost feels bad when he spills his cum all over your photo, practically grinding into the ink he misses you so much
He knows he's gonna have to ask you for a new photo when you get back, but it's totally worth the huff and the little eye roll he gets from you
He's pretty ashamed to admit it, but he has stolen a pair or two of your underwear to get off
If you're away on an extended mission, he just can't help himself
He buries his face in your scent, committing it to memory before using the fabric to pump his cock
All his replacements pale in comparison to just having you, but they'll do
When you return, it isn't lost on you what he's been doing
You do do his laundry after all
So, it isn't rare that you find a pair of your underwear covered in his cum in his hamper
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Roleplay
As stereotypical as he knows it is, Sabo loves a classic soldier and civilian in distress situation
He loves being a hero, he can't help it
If you praise him, tell him how thankful you are that he's strong and brave enough to save you and take care of you, he's fucking you hard and fast
Call him your hero, tell him how lucky you are to have met him
The most perfect reward for any hero is obviously getting to cum inside of you
Impact Play
There's nothing Sabo loves than giving you a good spanking
Floggers, crops, his hand
Anything to leave a pretty mark on that even prettier ass
It's all about control and trust
It sends him over the moon to know that you trust him enough to know he won't ever hurt you, just give you a good enough sting to make you crave him
Subbing
Sabo is a man with a very stressful job
So, sometimes he just likes to be fucked within an inch of his life and not think of anything
Peg him, bounce on his cock, choke him, degrade him
He doesn't care
He's secure in himself, and he's secure in the love you have for each other
Just fuck him stupid so he doesn't have to think about paperwork or Dragon or his next voyage
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Sabo has a weird thing for fucking in places he deems romantic
He loves to fuck you on the beach, both naked and covered in the warm rays of the sun, feeling the ocean lick at your toes
He just thinks it's so adventurous and romantic and keeps your love life spicy
He loves doing it at his desk as well
If he's working too hard and wearing himself thin, the only thing you need to do is go into his office in a slutty little outfit and bat your eyelashes
He's immediately throwing his work to the floor and bending you over the expensive wood to take you
Now, if he's planning on trying something new or exploring a new kink, he wants to be in your bedroom
It helps him have a controlled environment so he can really tell whether he likes something that you try
He also wants to you to be as comfortable as possible, especially if you're doing something that pushes the boundaries on your sex life
He loves how free you allow him to be when it comes to exploring his own sexuality
Also, he'll never tell you because he never wants to pressure you into doing something you won't like, but he wants to fuck you on missions all the time
The two of you are just walking through an alley in some town on some island and he gets the undeniable urge to push you up against the wall and have you
No, he's never acted on it, but it takes effort from him
You're just so amazing
It's not his fault that you look so beautiful while you're fighting to liberate the seas
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Sabo loves seeing you use your strength
You're not a member of the Revolutionary Army for your good looks
You're a strong pirate, both physically and intellectually
Sabo admires you more than anyone he's ever met
Now, that comes with a few challenges in the field
He can't even spar with you without getting a hard on
It's becoming a regular issue in your life
If he so much as sees you overpower an enemy or fire a good shot, he's absolutely craving you
He can't help but watch the way your fingers wrap around a pencil when you're focused on a map, planning out the next mission
He feels like he's in a storybook
Dragon notices his ooey gooey expressions when he looks at you
Sure, the captain is a little worried that Sabo is going to get distracted on missions, but he says nothing
Young love is just too sweet to him
In fact, the entire Revolutionary Army notices the way Sabo looks at you
He doesn't care as long as he gets to keep his view of the love of his life
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sabo will never use his Devil Fruit on you
Something about it just doesn't feel right for him
It's the last connection he feels like he has with his brother, so it's something very personal and emotional for him
He tried it once before he knew it was going to make him uncomfortable, and it was the first time in your relationship he ever had to stop making love to go decompress
He just doesn't see it the way Ace did
Yes, it's a blessing to him
Yes, he's glad he gets to use his brother's legacy to help liberate the world, but that's it
The only thing he wants to use the power for is bettering the world
So, he keeps it separate from sex
You truly don't mind at all
You've never asked him to get over it, and you'd never even think of it
Sabo is always so good and accommodating when it comes to things you want to do in the bedroom
You don't feel you're missing out on something because he keeps his Devil Fruit to himself
It's endearing actually, how much he adores and cherishes his brother's power
It reminds you that there's a soft side to your fun-loving, world-saving man
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Oral sex might be Sabo's favorite thing in the entire world
It doesn't matter if he's giving or receiving,
He just loves how kinky and good it feels
If he's going down on you, he does it like he's worshipping you
Usually, Sabo is very excitable and energetic during sex
Not when he goes down on you
He takes his time, licking and sucking just to see you squirm
You're already almost over the edge when he finally puts his mouth where you need him most
And of course, he loves when you suck his cock
He's a man, so duh
But he's so sensitive and grateful that you love it too
He whines for you, holds your hair so sweetly and cries out your name
It's the most guaranteed way to get him to cum in minutes
He just can't help it
Seeing you with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock just takes his breath away
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Sabo is fast and rough
To him, sex is all about fun and being together
He's not that big on slow and sensual sex
He's much rather fuck you good and hard and then snuggle with you afterwards
It took a little while for you to get used to, but you have no complaints
He always leaves you satisfied when the two of you are finished
He keeps eye contact, laughs and trails kisses across your neck and chest while he fucks you
You're almost always covered in hickies and bites when it's over
The other members of your crew are quick to make fun of you for it, but you don't care
Sabo just fucks you so good every time
That being said, Sabo is always very sweet and kind during sex
Sure, he can be physically rough, but he's always emotionally soft
He tells you how much he loves you while he's fucking you hard enough to pull muscles
He tells you how beautiful you are moments after biting a deep crescent into your shoulder
It's dizzying, but by the gods it's the best sex you've ever had
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Sabo fucking loves quickies
If he wants you, he wants you right then and there
You can't count the amount of times that he's dragged you into a supply closet and fucked you for five minutes just to feel you against him
If he's busy working and he only has a few minutes, he'll bend you over and take you quick before he gets back to his paperwork
He loves being with you even it's for only a few minutes
Sure, he'd rather take you to bed and unravel you in the fun and creative ways he loves, but he can't deny that there's something sexy about a quickie
Being so attracted to each other that you need to just get off right then and there?
Perfection
You often have to playfully swat him away when he gets a little too excited at bad times
It doesn't annoy you though
It's flattering
You've never been with a man that just wants you so much
It truly makes you feel beautiful and desirable
But, that's just Sabo
He makes you feel better than you ever have
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Sabo is 100% down to experiment
This little freak has a million kinks locked up in his head
He wouldn't be able to function if he didn't have a partner that supported his desire to explore
You're more than happy to give that to him
You weren't too adventurous before you met Sabo
Most of the men you were with were pretty vanilla, not into toys and being playful and trying out kinks
He opened your eyes to so many new ways to make sex more fun and more pleasurable
It's been good not only for your relationship, but also for you as a person
He makes you feel confident
He makes you love yourself
It doesn't matter what size or color or gender or whatever the hell else you are
Sabo just craves you
If you can match his freak and keep up with his craziness, you can make him happy
He's just so grateful for you
That's why he trusts you enough to explore with you sexually
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
This man does not have an off button
You don't know if it's the Haki or just the essence of him, but he can go for hours
If he really sets his mind to it, he can cum twice before he's truly spent
And there was that one time he went for three rounds
It took you awhile to keep up with him
He has a hard time slowing down once he gets started, so for the first few times you were together, he really wore you out
"Sabo, I-I can't. N-no more -fuck- I can't take any more."
He would just lower his lips to your ear, kissing the sensitive flesh as he used all his willpower to slow down for you
"I know baby, I know. Just a little more for me. You've been so fucking good"
He always takes such good care of you
He knows that his stamina is a little much for you
When it's over and you're fucked out and overstimulated, he delivers the best aftercare
Massages, water, snacks, the works
He never leaves you wanting for anything
When he believes he's taken good enough care of you, he pulls you into his arms and holds you until you drift off to sleep
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Sabo loves toys
You had a vibrator when the two of you met, and he was over the moon when he found out
He spent hours teasing you with it, making you moan and squirm just long enough to almost rip an orgasm from you
You've never seen him so mischievous and mean during sex
He's not afraid to use toys for himself, either
You've had your fun with using dildos, cockrings, the works on him
He's not afraid at all to try anything and everything
He loves bondage, too
If you're okay with it, he'll tie you up in the prettiest ropes and fuck you within an inch of your life
He's okay with it if you wanna handcuff him, too
Lately, the two of you have been playing around with sensory kinks
Blindfolds, feathers, heat and ice
He's definitely into being the receiving partner in these situations
He loves handing himself over to you
He trusts you enough to let you explore new kinks and toys with him
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Sabo teases you constantly
Like I said, this man is always horny
If he has so much as a second to get bored, his mind is wandering
He daydreams about putting his mouth on you, sucking your nipples, fucking you nice and slow until you're babbling nonsense beneath him
That's how it starts
The ass grabbing, the spanking, the dirty whispers when he passes you by
"Can't wait to fuck you stupid later"
"Got me so hard, babe"
"You've looked so fucking sexy all day"
It drives you crazy
You walk around heated and flushed the entire day, knowing how amazing your evening is gonna be
When he finally gets you, the teasing doesn't stop
He kisses all over your body until you're squirming
He whispers filth to you while he fingers you open
His personal favorite is edging you until all you can do is cry and beg
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Sabo doesn't care in the slightest who hears him
Moaning, screaming when he cums, talking dirty in a voice that's way louder than necessary
If he's on top, he's growling in your ears about how good you feel
If you're topping him, he's whining and begging for more
It's also not uncommon for him to laugh when the two of you are trying out new kinks or toys
It just lessens the awkwardness
There have been more than a few instances where Ivankov will see you the morning and tease you relentlessly for what they heard the night before
Sabo just can't help himself
You feel so good
If he's inside of you, he's burying his face in your neck and telling you how amazing you feel, how you were made to be fucked by him
If you're fucking him, he's sweet and whiny in a way that makes you weak for him
It makes sex all the much better
Lovers you've been with in the past haven't ever given you that vocal validation
It turns you on beyond belief to hear Sabo moaning and begging
It gives you a boost of confidence you've definitely needed
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The last thing you'd ever consider Sabo is insecure
He knows he's hot
That's not a question
But there's something that breaks a little in him when you mention or touch his scars
The skin is incredibly sensitive, something he only really touches when he needs to care for it
The first time you bring your thumb up to his eye and just settle it on the mark, he becomes putty in your hands
It's as if bits and pieces of him are touch starved
He never likes to admit it, but it unsettles him a bit when he thinks about what happened to him
It isn't just the physical piece, either
He thinks of all the years he lost, all the things he forgot that he could have been cherishing
When you touch his scars with such care, it grounds him
Doing it is almost a surefire way to guarantee soft, slow lovemaking later that you rarely get to have with him
He's just so filled with love for you, adores the relationship and trust that the two of you share
It reminds him he isn't alone
The rest of his life looks bright, and he's going to make damn sure that you're a part of it
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Sabo isn't the most muscular guy in the world, but he makes up for it with how tall and subtly strong he is
He's lean, fast, but he can still give a good show of strength when he needs to
You love when you're being a little bit bratty and he flips you under him and pins you down to the bed
His cock matches the rest of him perfectly
He isn't the thickest man in the world, but he's just perfectly long enough to fuck you deep without hurting you
He knows exactly how to use what the gods have blessed him with
It's almost a little too much when you're on top of him, but he always talks you through it
"So good, baby. A little more, yeah? You can take it"
And of course, you always do
He's very good about giving you the time you need to adjust despite the fact that he's basically bursting at the seams to fuck you
Maybe that's why it always feels so good when you finally tell him it's okay
He knows exactly how to thrust and grind into you to have you seeing stars
You leave that strong, steady back covered in scratches
Some of your other crewmates tease him about it when they see it
That has never stopped you, though, from leaving the marks you know he loves
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Like I said, this man gets horny if he goes too long without something else occupying him
He would fuck you ten times a day if you'd let him
There have been nights where he's so ready for you that the two of you don't even make it to the bed
He takes you right there on the floor, laughing and kissing you the entire time
If he gets a moment during the day to pull you away for a little makeout session, he's going to
The two of you pretty much do something sexual everyday
Even if you're not having long, kinky sessions, he's at least getting you off with his mouth like it's some sort of sleeping pill for him
It's not like it's any sort of work to have sex with you
There's no pressure for Sabo, he just sees it as another part of your relationship and therefore, his day
That isn't to say that it isn't special for him
The trust and the intimacy is a big part of why he loves it so much
It's a unique thing that he only gets to have with you
And trust me, he's addicted to it, to you
He's going to get his fill whenever he has the chance
And you love him for it
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sabo will and always makes sure you're taken care of before he even thinks about falling asleep
You have to be clean, fed, hydrated, massaged, and tucked in before he allows himself to settle in
He knows he can be a little rough on you during sex
His aftercare is his way of thanking you for letting him have you like that, reminding you how much he loves you
When he does finally lay down with you, he pulls you tightly into his chest to keep you safe and warm
He'll never admit it, but part of him has to be holding you close to get a good night of sleep
He knows how evil the world can be, especially in the dark
He needs to feel you against him to know that you're safe
