For the Kissing Prompt: Sabo x Koala (ofc) no.7 plz :)
Send me a ship & I will write a kiss // Not accepting!
[[ Surprise NSFW! But not really a surprise since I checked it over with you first! This is also the first time (I think??) I’m publishing something for my Slayer AU, because I really wanted monster s/mut & I really wanted dragon!Sabo ]]
Frustration and arousal both painted her cheeks a dark red. This was too open. Really, who decides to do this in the middle of the woods? She had been on her nightly patrol only moments prior, taking her role as The Slayer very seriously. Keeping her city safe from all supernatural threats was her top priority! So then, how was it that a chaotic dragon still managed a silver tongue? No, she couldn’t lie about him like that, couldn’t lie to herself about her feelings. Koala never opened herself up to others, having been hurt far too many times throughout her life to risk that pain again.
Sabo was different. He was understanding, driven, determined. With his presence came a sense of security, the promise that everything would work out. No matter how bad things seemed, or how difficult the enemy before them, she could always trust that he would stand by her side and never, ever betray her.
That was why she allowed herself to open up to him now. But really, why a park?
How he managed to get her skirt and undergarment off without notice was beyond her, but Koala was considerably impressed. Sabo was, by no means, small when he took to his dragon form. Golden scales surround her on all sides, making the night seem brighter than it actually was. But with a clear sky above that harbored endless stars and a bright moon for their audience, and hopefully that would remain the only members of their audience.
She struggled to pry her gloves away with her teeth, and the dragon that held her close chuckled in response.
“You’re so cute.” His voice was a deep rumble as he leaned in to assist, sharp teeth tugging the gloves off the rest of the way. They were discarded as well, joining her skirt on the ground.
“Don’t antagonize me,” she protested, but the sincerity of her tone failed her with his cock buried in so deep. His pace was slow, deep, rough; a barbed hemipene hitting all the right spots. He drove in again with another powerful thrust, and Koala reaches out to golden scales in an attempt to ground herself. Her voice rings out, unashamed and so beautiful in the night. All he wanted was to make her melt, and he was already doing a fairly good job at that.
Another deep chuckle left him, but the wavering of his tone betrayed the composure he tried so hard to feign. She made him weak and feel so much love; how could a dragon ever love a human? “Not antagonizing,” he assured, and bucked his hips up again.
Blue eyes rolled back with another loud moan.This was exactly why he chose to hide away in the woods. She could be as loud as she liked with only the stars as their witness to love making. Or, that was what he thought. While his pace delivered no respite for her, the dragon tilted his head curiously to one side. Did he hear a noise? Something stalking among the trees in the night? It was not unlikely, but the smell of the woodland and their own intimacy did well to ward off any foreign scents that might linger around them.
Some protective instinct made his tail coil tighter around her. He tilted her back, using his own body to shield and cover her, hiding her away from whatever predators lurked. What could threaten a dragon, though? Nothing. But Koala was still only human, and he wanted no harm to fall upon her, especially when she trusted him with such a vulnerable situation.
Their new position plunged him in deeper and made her cry out all the louder. Oh no, this would only encourage whatever he heard. Thus, he pulls himself out entirely and shifted to his human form. The golden scales were gone, but his coat covered her well enough, and his lips pressed against her own to swallow down her noises and muffle her just long enough to realize that nothing was threatening them.
It was just the local fauna.
When he broke away, she was breathless and frustrated again. Glazed blue eyes tried to glare at him. “I- is this a joke?” She was so close to release, and yet--
Sabo chuckled, as if this was a game, and flashed her the brightest smile she had ever seen. “Just wanted to kiss you.” No, he had to silence her, but she didn’t need to know that. “I’m sorry… I’ll change back.”
Before Koala could say anything further, she found herself surrounded by dragon scales again, and so full of his barbs once more.
If you think this man hasn’t reopened the slave-trade in his territories, you’re wrong. Those who can’t pay a decent amount during raids will soon find their loved ones on the market to make up for the shortage.
This allows slave-traders free range of the territories as well, without any issues from the Blackbeard fleet- so long as a certain percentage is gifted to Teach himself. But it’s not just slave trades, but the drug trafficking as well. Teach’s crew doesn’t take part in the trade itself, but special privileges are still granted to those in charge-- as long as a percentage is gifted to the Emperor, lest the crew face destruction.
In islands with kingdoms previously established, after Teach began conquering territories, he would take the queens or princesses for a night as payment, to dissuade his fleet from raiding the kingdoms. Failure to comply often meant ransacking of the island, a complete overthrow of the government & a new leader stationed in, who was loyal to Teach
Sometimes you just gotta write about a rabbit monster loving his one-armed corvid servant.
This was an improper use of his powers. Chains wrapped tightly around his wrist in a familiar sensation of restraint, but not for the same reason as when Raven had bound him. His arm was held firmly behind his back, ensuring he would not interrupt the machinations of his lover. Ever the easy target for such teasing and harassment, the flush of Gil’s cheeks and that trembling body made for quite the enticing sight. He bit his lower lip, worrying it between teeth, trying his damnedest to muffle his voice. Sounds only encouraged his partner to tease and torment after all.
But if Gil really wanted this to stop, all he had to do was speak out. That was just their dynamic, after all. Perhaps he liked being terrorized too.
Clawed hands kept a firm grip on his thighs, keeping Gilbert flush against his lap. A wicked grin that was so terribly Oz in form plastered across his face. It was his idea all along, getting used to this monstrous form all over again. Why couldn’t he indulge some odd curiosities about this body while he did so? His hips bucked up again, pushing himself deeper inside the human on his lap. Gil’s head fell to the side with another desperate mewl, and squeezed his eyes shut.
“I can’t-” His words were exhaled and shaking. One of his eyes cracked open to stare upon his lover, Master, Sun. Golden had glazed over with lust when this session began, but Gil could hardly tell how much time had passed since.
“Can’t what?” The ever so teasing voice of Oz purred back. He leaned himself forward, which tilted Gil back and gave the larger Chain a new angle to thrust at. Another snap of his hips, another beautiful sound. “Want me to stop?” He knew damn well that was not what Gil was asking for.
His servant was left panting and trembling, his legs quivering on either side of that larger body. When Gil failed to respond, Oz rolled his hips again and ground down against such sensitive spots inside. Both golden eyes flew wide as Gil arched his back and ground his teeth together. His hand squeezed tight behind him as his whole body shook again. “Fuck-!”
“So vulgar. You perv.”
An incredulous expression was shot in the direction of the giant rabbit. Gil wanted to ask how exactly Oz was going to call him a pervert when he was the one fucking him, but the question never formed. His master decided now was the best time to act on those desperate pleas from before. He adjusted their position once more, bruises already formed on Gil’s legs along the outline of those clawed hands.
What followed next was a brutal assault that had Gil moaning and keening in Oz’s lap. His cock buried in deep with each quick thrust, which jolted the smaller body still in his lap. All he could do was sit there and take it, but that was all he wanted to do anyway. The chains that bound him were certain to leave bruises, but the thought of Oz being the only one who could mark and claim him had Gilbert weak all over again. A line of drool slid down his chin, only to suddenly get lapped up by the rabbit monster that drove in relentlessly.
There were no words passed, but they both understood each other far too well for that. There was only short and quick breaths, cries of bliss, biting and marking all over again. And when he had Gil wound up just enough, the servant cried out: “I’m yours!” His hips moved on their own, chasing relief against Oz’s cock. “Fuck me, I’m yours!”
But they both knew that anyway.
Oz bit down against his lover’s right shoulder just a little too harshly. He could taste blood that spilled against his tongue, but was too blissed out to stop himself. Gil cried out for him again when he climaxed, and Oz was not far behind. Instincts buried deep within made him hold Gil close, flush against that larger body until he spilled inside.
He rode out his orgasm with shallow and gentler thrusts until the high of bliss began to wear off. When Oz glanced down at his lover, he couldn’t help the smile. “You look fucked out.” Exactly how he liked his servant. He was still bound and immobile, but Oz afforded a hint of mercy. One of those hands slipped away to brush through sweaty black locks.
Instead of spitting back with some witty response, Gil was honest with his master instead: “I love you.”
Clearly, he was taken by surprise. He was suddenly very gentle, as if Gil would shatter at any given moment-- a stark contrast to the rough handling from moments ago. “I love you too.”
half mink & other characterization hcs for Caesar from the lovely @greenokapi
inspired by the Tokyo Tower show & I’m not sorry. This is highly n/sfw
Violet eyes. They shone so well, Caesar thought as he held Sabo’s chin in his hand. His captive’s head tilted to the side in a lazy sort of fashion, showing that he was not all there. He had done the impossible. He had captured a dragon.
He outwitted a dragon.
Now, he would control a dragon.
That is what this arrogant blonde had called himself, right? And what a mighty dragon he was. Who in the New World did not know about the terror of the Revolutionary Army’s Chief of Staff? His power was unmatched before he acquired his devil fruit. Now, with such a destructive power that complimented his own? Caesar smiled from ear to ear with excitement. Suddenly, the world was his once again, and all in it could be his to torment at his leisure.
---Starting with this dragon.
The dazed look on Sabo’s face spoke volumes. He was completely under the scientist’s control, which brought Caesar utmost delight. Where to start? What could he get away with? “Such a good boy,” he praised, his words nothing short of a purr. “You’ll call me Master.” It had been so long, the prospect alone brought him chills of delight. “On your knees, dragon.”
No, that didn’t have quite the ring to it that he sought. Even so, seeing Sabo drop caused Caesar to bite his lower lip. He danced on his feet, giddy and high from his newfound power. Even still, calling his new pet something so detached didn’t suit him. He reached for Sabo again, tilting his chin up, getting another good look at that handsome face. Scars aside, they meant nothing to him.
“My dragon,” he corrects himself. Yes, that sounded much better, and it fell from his lips with such ease. “My dragon,” he says again, seeing his captive smile up at him in a daze.
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It must be a crime to look so endearing. Violet eyes glazed over with lust already had Caesar weak, but the tilt of his head and the way sweaty blonde locks framed his face-- The scientist might argue that he had found a most beautiful pet indeed. Pale fingers gripped onto tanned shoulders with a bruising grip. “Harder.” His voice is nothing short of a command, desperate and longing but still so demanding. The teasingly slow pace was far too gentle for his own tastes. There was something too sickeningly sweet about it, teetering dangerously close to what someone might consider intimacy. Sabo was a lover, and that gentle nature shone through the mind control.
His dedicated servant doesn’t leave him waiting at least. “Yes, Master.”
The sultry response left Caesar shivering. Sabo very suddenly grabbed his master’s hips in a firm grip, grinding him down against the dragon’s waist. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped with how quickly his behavior changed. The scientist found himself slammed down on his back with his servant hovering over. His hips were still captive, legs dangling on either side of his dragon’s waist. Irritated at the sudden shift in position (that he did not call for!), his tail suddenly twitched once, twice. “I didn’t--!”
The words were silenced in an instant, swallowed in a desperate kiss, muffled against Sabo’s lips. Caesar’s vision went white when the blonde plunged into him again, deeper and harder than before. His whole body shivered from the force, legs twitching up as his hands desperately scrambled for purchase. He needed something to ground himself, something to hold on to. Sabo had him seeing stars, which was more than he could ask from most other partners.
But the kiss was just too much. The surge of discomfort that followed was too much to ignore. His hand raised before he thought about it, slapping hard across Sabo’s face. The blonde lurched back, his whole body still and motionless. The silence that followed was more than uncomfortable, especially with a cock buried deep in his ass. Caesar wanted to spit venom, but Sabo concedes: “Sorry, Master.”
How dare he look like a kicked puppy? He knew better than to try something so selfish. Kisses were worthless here, and Sabo was his servant. Nothing more. The scientist let his head fall back with a disgruntled noise. “Just fuck me!”
Sabo began moving again, head bowed. “Yes, Master.” Caesar did not think he would miss those eyes as much as he did.
Slack-jawed and moaning, Caesar clung desperately to the muscled figure pounding into him. With such a relentless pace, his orgasm overtook the scientist quiet suddenly. Thick ropes of cum splattered over his exposed abdomen, but Sabo was much too invested in chasing his own pleasure now that he had pleased his master. He clung desperately to the pale, lithe body beneath and let himself go wild with an unforgiving pace that was just too much for the scientist. He was too sensitive, making his bliss nearly painful with each thrust in. His vision started going black, pushed over the edge of ecstasy.
When he came to, he still found no respite from his voracious servant. Sabo had worked him up into another erection and swallowed him whole, bobbing his head up and down in a slow pace. The glazed, lusting look of violet eyes sent shivers down Caesar’s back. With a servant so eager to please, the Revolutionary Army would be lucky if they ever found their Chief of Staff again.
“Sabo--” Was that the closest thing to actual praise that the blonde heard through this session? Either way, he cared very little about the abuse or praise received. There was one goal in mind, and that was to please his master. Hearing his name moaned out from the scientist’s lips brought him pause in his motions, pulling back with a light pop! Caesar missed that talented mouth immediately. “Don’t stop now.” There was no harshness to his tone this time, because he yearned for something that he did not quite understand himself. Sabo was giving him something close to it though, or as close to an understanding of it that the scientist had come to grasp.
The hands returned to his hips, covering bruises already left behind. Gloved finger tips dug in to create new splashes of purple and black against pale white skin, and the heat of his mouth engulfed a neglected cock with such ease.
Caesar gifted him with another moan.
Just how far was his willing servant capable of going? What depraved fantasies could he commit upon such a strong and resilient body? Caesar wanted nothing more than to find out, and knew he had all the time in the world to do so.
But not now, not while Sabo was nursing on his cock like it was the last meal he would ever have. This had all started because he needed someone strong to control, and someone who he could dangle in front of that Straw Hat bastard. Sabo was the perfect candidate, like an unstoppable force in this world that meant everything to Luffy. The last thing Caesar ever expected was for his new servant to fall in step so beautifully.
--so willingly, and with such wonderful experience at his whim.
“I-- I’m going to keep you.” There was no question about it anymore, as Caesar buried his fingers in that sweaty blonde hair. He pushed those bangs out of the way, wanting to see that beautiful face-- no, those lust glazed eyes once more. “Yes…” He could see himself reflected in those violet pools. “You’re mine, and I- hah.. I’m never letting you go.”
@razzzmatazz asked: Sabo & Isaac -- Public/Semi Public
Smut Prompts // Not Accepting!
The touch of seastone coated robotic hands left Sabo feeling weaker than usual. There was something terribly erotic about his own vulnerability now, and it left him rock hard and keening under the marine. No, could he actually call Isaac a marine? He knew the other man’s game, and the island’s warden shared no love for the World Government. Was that not why they got along so well? Or as well as anyone could get along with someone so invested in revenge. It was a feat that the Chief of Staff had coaxed his partner out of revenge schemes long enough to do this.
And once they got started, he did not wish for it to end.
The gravelly voice of his partner sent shivers down Sabo’s spine. His legs were captured and dangled lifelessly along Isaac’s waist, refusing to cooperate with the effects of seastone settling in. Weakly, he groped along the balcony railing and let his head fall back. Such a relief that his hat was cast aside, for it would have surely tumbled to the world below and given away their position. What sort of reaction would that bring?
It would expose the Chief of Staff in more ways than one, but he can see the island headlines already: Warden fucks Chief of Staff in City Plaza.
The thought alone ripped another moan from somewhere deep in Sabo’s chest. He could feel the railing digging into his back, only a faint discomfort against the bliss of getting pounded into by a man who hated the entire World. Isaac took his frustrations out on a willing body, and so they both found it worthwhile.
Sabo was a lover though. He has to tease: “Was this-- part of your plan?” A particularly harsh thrust of Isaac’s hips made him swallow down whatever taunting laugh followed, drowned by a moan when he ground down against his prostate. The Rev’s body shuddered violently, rocking back against the ex-Marine’s brutal pace. He could hardly match with his position, but that was not for lack of trying.
Getting used to a devil fruit was proving to be more difficult than Sabo realized, especially with how his body responded to water and seastone.
His answer came shortly after Isaac rammed into him again, pushing the smaller body into the metal railing once more. There would be bruising along his back, as there was already purple splashes of color painting his legs from the fierce and possessive grip of the larger man. “No.” At least he was honest. With lust dripping from his words, the next response sounded more sultry than threatening: “And I don’t like distractions.”
Violet eyes rolled back as Sabo groaned again. He bucked his hips back, hating that their desperate fucking took pause. That was part of his plan at least, to tease and torment since Sabo had so graciously pulled him away from his carefully crafted schemes of vengeance.
The blonde tilted his head to the side, staring back through half-lidded eyes clouded in lust and longing. “Use me.” Sabo’s voice was nothing short of desperate, wavering and breathy. If this was how they could better understand each other, if this was how he would tear down the other man’s walls, then so be it. If not, then at least they could enjoy each other while Sabo investigated the strange machinations of the warden.
He would give credit where credit was due: This was an elaborate plot of revenge. That alone excited the Chief of Staff.
But Isaac had enough.
He let one of Sabo’s legs wrap weakly around his waist, all too eager to tease the neglected cock between them and silence that blonde bastard. “Shut up.” Before anything more could pass between them, Isaac moved again. His strength outmatched the Rev’s, who knew he would feel this much later. Never one to disappoint, Isaac would show just how deep those cyborg enhancements went when his hips (and subsequently his cock) began vibrating.
If he hoped for silence from his partner, that possibility shattered instantly.
Sabo’s body writhed with newfound ecstasy, but he was not strong enough with the ever present grip of seastone upon him. Weakly, he bucked his hips back and whined, tears prickled at the edges of violet eyes. They fell freely, and he let his lips part as a string of moans and cries departed.
“Isaac-!!” Nothing could have prepared the Chief of Staff for this, and he hated knowing that this is what would ruin his masturbation sessions for the next few months. It was completely unfair!
Violet eyes met a cruel brown set, locked on a scarred face whose expression painted nothing but blissful agony. The ex-marine found his own cruel form of entertainment in watching someone so high ranking in the Revolutionary Army suddenly melt beneath him and cry out for him. His fingers wound around Sabo’s cock, squeezing damn near painfully. That only served to arouse his partner, and it all became just too much.
“Isaac- I- I’m-! I’m gonna-!!” He tried, at least. Oh, Sabo tried his damnedest, but the warden needed no warning. He could feel it in the way that smaller body tightened around him, convulsing until he finally released almost violently between them.
If he thought his orgasm would bring him any reprieve, Sabo was sorely mistaken. The vibrating kept up as Isaac wrapped his arms around the Chief of Staff, held him close, and proceeded to pound into him like he was trying to leave an everlasting impression. Sabo would never forget this moment, and nor would the poor citizens who heard the blissful cries from the Revolutionary and were privy to the spectacle above.
Unfortunately, it was all too much for Sabo. The world went dark with his own ecstasy overwhelming him. All he could do was weakly cling to the black jacket still donning the warden’s shoulders.
@queen-of-darkness13, @ohshanksno, & @zorotrash
a preview bc I like to tease. This is also a heavy WIP that’s nowhere near being done
“Let them hear you. You always had such a lovely voice.”
Night had descended upon them, but that was never a deterrent for the lively city. Ace felt his cheeks burn from embarrassment, yet washed away instantly by the bliss Sabo brought him. The music of live bands performing as they paraded down the street below drowned him out anyway, he conceded. Ace was never one to raise his voice, always more quiet during sex. He was never quite so brave either, but Sabo had brought all kinds of new and exciting experiences into his life. He couldn’t say how he felt about this one though, left on display for the whole world to see. It was not uncommon for their city, but Ace never thought he would participate. There he was, bent over the railing of a second-story balcony while the city that he was sworn to protect partied below in endless streams of color, decorations, and beads. Greens, purples, yellows and the like flashed around with the stench of alcohol high in the air. The crowds of downworlders and mundanes mingled together were his unwitting audience after Sabo coerced him to the balcony and dropped his pants to his ankles. Ace had never been so aroused and scared in his entire life.
How the hell did Sabo convince me to do this? The thought flashed briefly through his mind. A final heavy thrust made him throw his head back with a gasp, and he felt his lover spill into him again. After hours of merciless bliss, he thought night would end the onslaught. He was wrong! Some patrons below had taken notice of his predicament throughout the day and cheered him on, eagerly jumped on the opportunity to tease a shadowhunter. Ace was the Institute Leader’s adopted son; the downworlders would not readily forget this. They decorated him with beads that hung from his neck while he clung to the railing of the balcony for dear life. One of the downworlders had dared to climb up and relinquished their shutter-shades that had “FUCK ME” written over the eyes, which blinded Ace through this experiences. He caught glimpses through the shades of the city below, but was too enamored with Sabo’s cock buried deep in him.
Gloved hands held his hips in a vice grip. He could escape if he really put his mind to it, for Sabo never forced him into anything, but feeling the talons beneath leather gloves that pressed into his hips made Ace shiver. All warlocks, like Sabo, had a warlock mark that identified them for what they were, and Sabo had the most fascinating Ace had seen yet: Crow talons on the tip of his fingers. Hidden away from the rest of the world, the mark was privy to the eyes of his loved ones alone. Ace cherished them whenever he got the chance.
“You’re a star!” Sabo praised with nothing but love in his words and hearts in his eyes. The warlock’s magic kept his phone suspended at just the right angle to capture Ace’s heavily debauched state. He could later appreciate each shudder, each moan that was not drowned out by the parade below; the way his sweaty hair framed his face and the sheen over his muscles that made his runes glisten in the colorful lights of the block party. Sabo, himself, was also decorated in beads tossed up by a pleasant audience below. “You want more!?” He shouted, amazed at his own composure despite having been at this for hours.
