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portgasmalia · 7 months

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just announcing something,

this has been a side blog all along, but i want it to be a main blog, interact with people, answer them and stuff. so, I'm deleting this blog and I'm going to repost my fics and everything on my new blog.

follow sabokunsmalia to find me!

#one piece

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ʚ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗢. 𝟮 ɞ | roronoa zoro.

𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: roronoa zoro & fem!reader 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: nsfw content (mdni), bondage, blindfolded, weapon usage like swords play to increase senses, might be a little blood if you squint, orgasm denial, teasing, usage of swords again just for my own sake 𝖍𝖎 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆: first, i wanted to write this about trafalgar law, but lets be honest, babyboy zoro is the swordsman for such writings. so, number two of my kinktober drabbles which I'm just throwing out because i have no list prepared before the month, but i will make one after. well, enjoy lol

the world around you was a spongy mass of black shadows, the thick fabric of the bandana taking away your sight. your eyes were useless, and you could only focus on the situation with the remaining senses. but mostly, the responses of your body were what he aimed for. wrists messily bound together over your head, denying you any kind of resistance against the tactics, he chose to use tonight. he chuckled as your body tried to twitch away from the first interaction, and you truly attempted to imagine what his beautiful, but sadistic smirk could look like.

both corners lifted? maybe just one? which of the three beloved weapons was it that he was using to ignite a spark of fear inside of your stomach. increasing the deep pleasures of his cruel, yet careful treatment. he would never hurt you, not even the slightest cut was relevant to receive what he wanted.

zoro loved to experience with you, seeing what kind of unknown kinks you have and how crazy the ideas could be. it was actually a sweet moment, when he used the brain cells of his tired head to think about your pleasure. the solid lilac hilt held between his thick fingers, zoro wielded enma like the professional swordsman he was. but this time, not to inflict wounds on an enemy.

with the back of the blade, avoiding using the sharp side and accidentally cutting your smooth skin when your body offered him any kind of reaction, the vice-captain of the straw hat crew brushed the cold metal against the inside of your thigh. shivers spread along your body in merely seconds, the change of temperature almost a tad too much to handle in combination with not being able to see. "does that feel good, princess?"

zoro's usual deep voice got raspier, an intense sound and attractive tone that immediately made your legs twitch. an attempt to close them, clench them together as the warm walls of your pussy hugged tighter around nothing. closing them without your lover's permission was not an option. you repeatedly nodded, wanting and needing more. another hour of feeling zoro's swords caress along your exposed body would coax an orgasm out of your tightened chest. but his hands, the swordsman's fingers were undeniably a better option to reach the climax faster.

the simple problem of that request? tonight wasn't yours to decide. it did not matter if you were quivering, shaking uncontrollably, or begging so sweetly. the restrains on your wrists, and the bandana across your eyes would keep you down, tied to the place and allowing zoro to move at his pace. painfully slow, almost tiring. "do you want more?" the green-haired man asked, not even waiting a second to hear the answer. turning the sword in his hand a quarter around, zoro carefully but undeniably eagerly pressed the flat side of enma against your pulsating clit. the temperature of the metal felt like ice, freezing against your glistening folds.

a loud and long moan rolled off your tongue too easily, and infected the smile on zoro's mouth with pride. for him, it was unchallenging to coax out the needy sounds. the simplest task at least. zoro scoffed when the moans slipped past your tight-smiling lips. "if enma is enough to please you, i could tear you apart then," he chuckled, a certain sound of darkness and mischief mixed together in his deep laugh. lifting the blade, his gaze stayed glued to where the metal connected with your sweet clit. your juices covered your folds and thin strings followed the movements of enma, keeping a connection between his sword and his lover.

“covering my sword in your juices,” zoro informed you about the happenings around you, reminding himself multiple times that his bandana was used as a blindfold. as if enma came up with the worst teasing methods if not used on the battlefield, zoro suddenly had an idea. in quick motions, he tapped the cold blade of his sword against your wet clit and folds again, but this time, only a couple of seconds before lifting and repeating the same movements. an identical gesture to him holding his thick shaft in his hand and slapping your pussy with his red tip.

“give me one, i know you can do it.” zoro instructed, slapping your wet folds with the flat side of emma’s blade repeatedly. oh without a doubt would he brag about those interactions to Luffy and Sanji later, a smirk on his face.

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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HELLO!!! I don't usually send reqs but I had to get this out of my system... (thank you in advance if you write something out of this :)))

I hc that Law designed/inked his own tattoos (what can this man not do??) and when reader figures this out, she wants a tattoo similar to the one on law's chest…. but over her breasts.

law agrees but its hard for him to focus when your entire upper-body is exposed during the process... you know what i mean?? 🤭

ʚ 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘 ɞ | trafalgar d. law

𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: trafalgar d. law i & fem!reader 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: nsfw content (mdni), implied smut, naked breasts, staring which comes off a little perv 𝖍𝖎 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆: so, i have tattoos, and i would let law give me one any given second of the day. here i thought about getting law's death tattoos those past days haha. so, i placed it around the collarbones and the last little peak of the heart would be in the valley of the breasts.

seated patiently on one of the stools in law's office, you started to pull the fabric of the thin shirt over your heart. trafalgar law's back was turned in your direction as he prepared the last lines of the template for the tattoo. a design, you wished for badly and one, he knew how to draw perfectly. when he walked around the polar tong with his coat opened, presenting the ink that covered his tanned and toned body, you almost felt a pinch of jealousy. finding out, a couple of weeks later, that he was the one who literally drew them and decorated the different parts of his body as well, you immediately asked him for one.

what law not expected when he agreed, was the very uncommon position and that you wanted a replica of what he wore on his chest. the heart with the smiling face of his jolly roger in the middle. "do you want me to remove my bra too?" you asked, so innocently, making the situation worse. seated on the stool, in the middle of his office room, waiting for him to touch your soft skin around your breasts while inking his tattoo into you, it caused feelings in law. feelings, he could not understand. "guess so, or it won't stretch out towards your collarbones,"

"oh but i want it to be really wide and end in the valley between my boobs," you stated, showing the directions and placements with your fingers while the doctor forced himself to not look at your longer than a second. any gaze, which lingered too long on your exposed breasts, the hardened buds due to the temperature change under the deck, he would lose himself. not completely but painfully slow until giving in to the sweet desire of ravishing you. "alright," he held the template between his slender fingers, turning around and walking towards you.

and hell, you looked even better undressed than the drawings in his thoughts could ever create. sweet curves, smooth skin, and that cursed smile of yours, which cast a spell over his being all the time. "let's get started, this will take a couple of hours to finish." law took a seat opposite of you, holding up the thin piece of paper in front of your chest, and hesitating. he hesitated to touch your skin in such inappropriate places, and inhaled deeply. " can you like, place it yourself with the help of the mirror over there?"

eyes hidden underneath the mess of black strands and the brim of his beloved, white hat. the shadows casted over the upper half of his face saved the stoic captain from being seen with a tint of crimson red across the span of his cheeks. the situation made it difficult to think straight, or at least focus on the main reason behind being in such a scene. “why? is something wrong?” you questioned a second later, innocence written across your face and sweetness twisted in your features.

as if your naked chest wasn’t enough to push him closer to overstepping the set boundary, your glances and naive behavior became torture. those sweet, dilated doe eyes awakened an unexplainable instinct in the captain. something that increased his primal desire of wanting to touch her, and blemish her soft skin. “it’s nothing,” law commented, holding the template towards her.

“i think it’s better if you place it, i don’t want to do anything wrong,” you admitted, shaking your head carefully and pressing your chest further forward. an allowance to touch her breasts without having to say a word. “shit,” law muttered underneath a deeply frustrated groan before scooting closed. eyes at the same height as her hardened buds, his mouth watered at the sight.

carefully, he placed the tip of the heart between her breasts, fingertips pressing the template against her soft skin. it didn’t bother him, the worst part was how his hands wandered across the swell of her breasts and along her collarbone, making sure the thin paper with the most important outlines was sticking to her skin. “your touch is so soft,” you muttered, focused on how carefully and slowly his tattooed fingers moved around her chest, always avoiding go touch her breasts directly.

what you couldn’t see, was how trafalgar law inhaled and exhaled deep breaths, attempting to keep them steady enough to get through the session without ravishing you completely. afterwards he couldn’t promise did anything.

credits go to portgasmalia.

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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ʚ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗢. 𝟭 ɞ | cat burglar nami

𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: cat burglar nami & fem!reader 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: nsfw content (mdni), a little bondage (hands tied), power play. money play (used in very odd ways) , nami is very much bi or lesbian in this, teasing, a little bit of food play if you blink , mentions of fingering 𝖍𝖎 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆: listen, don't u dare think I'm crazy for that but i just had a very insane idea for law and suddenly thought of nami & her love for money, yep. send in some ideas, i'm always up for little hc's or talking! i didn't really plan anything for kinktober cause it's my first october as a writer here, so i'm just casually throwing out some small pieces that come to my head.

nami simply asked you to be a good girl tonight, and enjoy the little celebration they held for usopp's birthday. but you did not listen to her warnings. yet, another time where you went exactly against what she told you. and nami? oh, she despised it so much when you behaved in the wrong way. but how could you just sit there, and watch how sanji tried to swoon your girlfriend, who sat at the table, all dolled up.

"so," nami cleared her throat, painfully slowly peeling the skin of one of the oranges in the basket across from her. "how is it possible that you always rebel against my words?" her half-lidded eyes glanced up from the fruit in the palm of her hand, taking in the image of you.

hands neatly tied behind the back and the legs spread widely at her comment. the conversation nami engaged in, was pretty much one-sided. bundles of green paper, a large folded bundle of berry, stuffed between your pretty, swollen lips. the navigator loved the money, but she adored it more when she could use it for or against you.

your answer to her rhetorical question was certainly a muffled mess. the bundled paper in your mouth soaked up the spit from your tongue, the dryness in your throat attempted to coax out any sound possible, but it failed to your displeasure, and nami's pleasure. staring at you, pupils dilated as the possessiveness almost drew a protective ring around the navigator's orbs. nami raised her pointer finger, smirking solely at the thin film of sticky juices on the tip before bringing it to her lips.

"mhm," the orange-haired let her lids fall closed, enjoying the taste of the mixture on the tip of her fingers. and it was torture, but not for her, simply for you. minutes ago, before nami decided you had to be punished for acting out again, her long and thin fingers were deeply buried in your sweet cunt. two of them, eagerly hunting your climax until she stopped before the last wave of bliss could truly throw you into an ecstasy-filled haze. nami sat back on the stool, an orange in her hand and softly peeling the skin while watching you struggle against losing the seconds of ultimate pleasure.

her long legs were spread widely, showing off that she wasn't wearing a thin piece of fabric underneath the way-too-short dress. your eyes raked over her body, how her breasts moved with each heavy breath she took to control her own desires. how she nervously tapped the tip of her shoes against the ground, waiting for the minutes of torture to be over. how her folds already glistened so perfectly, her wetness already spreading along her thighs. "you taste so sweet, better even with oranges,"

nami's tongue darted out, flattening against her long fingers and licking off the mixed juices of the fruit and of your pussy. but her eyes, those devilish eyes were glued to your trembling body. struggling against the restraints of your wrists and feet, trying to at least beg but the money swallowed your words and your empty, unsatisfied pussy clenched around nothing.

"do you want me to help you?" she whispered, almost inaudible for you while whining. you nodded your head frantically, hoping to get the message across, and her? oh, nami chuckled. satisfied by your answer, satisfied by the state you were in, and certainly satisfied that you hopefully learned your lesson.

"let me help you, sweetheart," the navigator spoke again, placing the peeled orange on the table beside her as she stood up from the chair, slowly walking towards the bed. she kneeled in front of your trembling figure, the eyes at the same height as your pulsating pussy. "oh darling, you're so wet," she whispered, admiring the way your juices glistened on your folds and clit. "and you're already making a mess on my expensive satin sheets," nami reached out, letting her fingertip run over your pussy and collecting the juices.

"oh, this is going to take all night, my little dove,"

credits go to portgasmalia.

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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writing for taylor swift's the great war.

the reader is the daughter of a powerful marine admiral, and she's totally in love with a pirate / revolutionary. sneaky meetings and stuff while the war continues.

i just need to choose which characters, but i cant, so help me.

if too many people pick ace, i'm going to cry while writing because it's definitely going to be marineford arc involved.

any other option can be added as an answer.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ﹙including: flame emperor sabo, trafalgar law, portgas d. ace﹚ ﹙theme: super duper fluffy stuff & second paragraph turns into pure smut, mdni!!﹚

flame emperor sabo

sabo’s soft thumb caressed the skin right underneath your bottom lip. the small crinkle traced by his badly cut fingernail while his dilated pupils glistened with curiosity. he witnessed most of the reactions, and yet, above all he loved to experience new, lingering touches. but this current moment repeated itself since the confession of feelings started. sabo has always been a more gentle man behind closed doors than shown in the eye of the public. your chin propped up on the side of his pointer finger, tilting your head slightly back to steady the intensity of the eye contact. just a simple kiss, a quick peck, seemed impossible for sabo. he wanted the entire experience. watch how the shade of strawberry pink spread across the span of your cheeks, how you resisted the urge to chew on the soft skin of your lip while waiting for sabo to make a move. oh, he loved seeing you fall apart with the slightest touch of his gloveless fingers before his soft rose-colored lips pecked yours. so quickly, awaiting the begging for more because the flame emperor, the revolutionary was a devilish man hidden behind the gentle face of a blonde angel.

— mdni!! nsfw content

sabo knew perfectly which buttons to push to edge you closer to the second orgasm tonight. one was simply an insult to his skilled fingers and seductive tactics. eyes wide open and focused on the way yours fluttered close with each deep thrust of his hips. holding up his weight with his right underarm, sabo placed his left hand underneath your chin. the same position he loved to have you in when not being inside of you. skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, and the tip of the revolutionary’s thumb brushed over your bottom lip. ever so lightly, sabo pushed his thumb into the warmth of your mouth, freeing your plush bottom lip from the assault of your teeth. “don’t do that,” the blonde fire user muttered, punctuating his demand with a particularly harsh thrust. slender fingers underneath your chin pushed slightly, tilting your head further into the neck. a chance to glance at your almost-closed eyes while approaching another orgasm. “the sight makes it so fucking hard to control myself but we do have all night,” he chuckled quietly but was consumed by devilish thoughts while increasing the rhythm of his waist. multiple orgasm were the challenge, and hell, you should have not teased him as much as you did.

trafalgar d. water law

nose deeply in the books he carried out of the last library, reading about the myths of the world, and the stories other people told on the pages until the doctor would tell his own. always so busy with the books, the folders, his own notes. so when you burst into his office, attempting to gain his attention or lure him outside on the deck to celebrate a little bit with the crew, law could read your intentions without having to glance at you. so when you stood in front of him, almost too shy to even ask, law used the book in sheets in his hand to help you raise your head and glance at him. pages tightly together, stapled above one another., the upper margins of the book in sheets placed carefully underneath your chin. edges slightly pushed to the inside with his sprawled out hand, and pushing upwards to tilt your head. you knew it was the east way, the soft way of law’s demands to make eye contact. the dust of a sweet cherry red which covered your cheeks forced a thin but small smile on his lips before leaning forward with a quiet chuckle and pecking your chewed up lips as a gesture to greet you in his personal bubble. the only person, right next to bepo, he would allow to walk in without permission.

— nsfw content ahead!! mdni!!

it was a certain surprise when law’s behavior changed in the sheets. he still kept the dominance, he still set the pace. but being on top of you, feeling the sweaty palms of your soft hands explore his chest every single time, it triggered a rather soft side of the doctor to step out. you weren’t scratching, your fingertips carefully traced the tattoo of his jolly roger repeatedly. fingers of his unused hand intertwined with yours, reveling in the warmth and tightness of your gummy walls. the lingering gaze drifted from your eyes down to your lips. the quivering of your bottom one, the way your teeth dragged so harshly across the soft skin while the attempt to suppress a whiny moan failed. the tip of his sharp nose nudged yours multiple times. two to three to get your attention and convince you to open your lids again. once you did, he guided your head upward before his chapped lips found your puffy ones. there was no need to use his hands if he could once in a while show the soft side, he allowed to surface in your presence. not all the time, but enough to show the deep and meaningful emotions he had for you. even while his hips snapped so harshly against yours, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bedroom, law visited not so often. "you're mine, love," he would mutter between deep, almost inaudible groans.

portgas d. ace

there are two ways which only differ slightly and it easily depends on the mood he's in. coming back from a mission after being unable to see your beautiful face for weeks, ace is a tad softer with his touches. calloused palms of his hands placed on each side of your face. little finger along your jaw, the rough pad of his thumb stroking along your smiling lips, taking in each twist and turn in your beautiful features. oh, how he remembered the details so clearly, dreamt of them every night. the first touch is so sweet, so loving. almost leaving traces of admiration along the sharp line of your jaw. but then there's also the second way, ace would hold your face. extremely warm hands placed almost exactly the same, but the calloused palm pushed your cheeks further together. you would immediately know that the fire fist drowned any sorrows in multiple glasses of booze. since the whitebeard pirates loved a good, old feast to celebrate any given day, ace was mostly under the influence of the alcoholic liquid, and acted rather with soft humor than gentle honesty.

— nsfw content ahead!! mdni!!

ace might love to show you how much he loved and adored you, but in ways that weren't exactly described as gentle or soft. pounding into you harshly, the loud sound of skin slapping against skin boomed off the walls of the second division commander's room. as the second division commander of the whitebeard pirates, ace was always involved in trouble, always wanting to help each of his friends so badly, it turned into a day full of stress. and all he needed was being inside of you. gummy walls squeezing his thick dick ever so tightly. but it always ended with you underneath his towering body. legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into you. one hand used to keep his weight mostly off your body, the other hand is placed around your jaw. left side, his fingers squeezed the skin of your cheek and on the right side, the thumb mirrored the same gesture. mouth squeezed together, it looked like you prepared so perfectly to take his hard dick between your lips again, and it almost made him cum with the next thrust. instead, ace leaned down, placing his lips against yours and holding you in place while increasing the pace and harshness.

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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current list of what i'm writing:

• mafia!kid & reader with arranged marriage (nsfw / multipart story) • first chapter of the heart wants what it wants (kid, law & f! reader / multichapter) • the promise, we once made chapter one (sabo & female reader / multichapter) • calm nights on board w/ luffy, zoro, nami, sanji & usopp • the moment before a kiss w/ sabo, law & ace (nsfw parts)

tell me which one to finish first if you're interested in one!

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 ▬ m. list❞

▹ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: captain kid x fem!reader + trafalgar law x fem!reader (she-form) ▹ ᴘʟᴏᴛ: being the navigator of the kid pirates and having a friends-with-benefits bond with your captain seemed perfect until a certain doctor infiltrated your head. ▹ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: nsfw! (mdni!) + possessiveness + p in v + mentioning genitals + rough sex + friends with benefits + semi-public sex + angry sex + size kink + small age gap (3-5 years) + power play + vulnerable state + slight pain kink & probably much more, i will add to each part before starting.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ▹ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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inbox always open for requests & little headcannon ideas to write or which you really want to read. talk to me about op character, dead or not.

#one piece #one piece imagine #opla #one piece thirst #opla x reader #one piece headcanons #opla headcannons #eustass kid #trafalgar law #revolutionary sabo #sabo one piece #trafalgar d law #portgas d ace #asl brothers

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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sabo, kid & law + a little bondage kink?

#one piece #one piece imagine #opla x reader #one piece thirst #one piece headcanons #opla headcannons #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law #eustass kid #sabo smut #eustass kid smut #trafalgar law smut #one piece smut #flame emperor sabo

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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i don’t think sabo will ever leave my head again.

#one piece #opla #one piece thirst #one piece imagine #opla x reader #flame emperor sabo #op sabo #sabo the revolutionary #sabo one piece #sabo fluff #one piece sabo #sabo op

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𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ﹙including: sabo, trafalgar law, eustass kid, roronoa zoro﹚ ﹙theme: smut, pure smutty headcanons. mdni!! ﹚

flame emperor sabo

oh, he did not need any instructions about what you wanted or needed to reach the most intense orgasm. with his position as the second in command, sabo knew exactly how it felt to be in control of people. and god, he loved that control way too much to let it slip so easily in the sheets with you. what he did not expect was how you obeyed to his words. the seductive syllables that slipped from his warm tongue past his wet lips. and so sabo did not need to instruct you on how to place your hands while your legs were wrapped up around his waist. his palms were flatly placed on the sheets beside your head, calloused fingertips dug into the white fabric underneath your intertwined bodies. your hand was perfectly placed underneath his slender underarm, the manicured fingernails wrapped so tightly around his wrist while sabo‘s hips snapped into yours. over and over again, the flame emperor coaxed out the whiny sounds of your tightened throat. he could watch how your face twisted with pleasure, how each of your muscles twitched when he hit the perfect spot, and how the beads of sweat trailed down your temples. sweet cries repeated his name, the memorable sound ringing in his ears as your nails scratched along the sides of his wrist and dug deeply into the soft skin. a beautiful reminder to the revolutionary, once he pulled the brown leather gloves on or off and saw the crescent-shaped, or sometimes lined, marks.

roronoa zoro

there is no denying that zoro loves to pound into you from behind. watching how his thick dick disappeared between your legs, squeezed tightly by your welcoming, gummy walls. or how perfectly your ass cheeks jiggled with each rough thrust of his hips which also resulted in his favorite position. sprawled out on the bed, the head turned to the side and the watermelon pink stained cheek pressed against the soft fabric of the square pillows. zoro‘s scared chest pressed against the curve of your back, his hips slamming against the soft flesh of your butt with each thrust. you witnessed each second, he fought the urge to unload his seed after your gummy walls squeezed his thick dick so deliciously tight. it happened multiple times in this particular position, as zoro pressed his hips further against your backside and the way his grip on your hand tightened. your palm was placed beside your head, manicured nails dug into the soft fabric of the sheets. zoro‘s large paw placed above yours, calloused palm against the back of your hand and fleshy fingers laced with your slender ones. as soon as the feeling of your cunt around him became too much, and the swordsman slowed down the pace, his fingers stroke through yours, slightly squeezing. he might not realize the little gesture but you were thankful for how he held your hand and gave you an inaudible insight on how well you made him feel.

trafalgar d. water law

he loved how eagerly your fingernails clawed at his upper arms or his back, he admired to see your attempts to stop the rough pounding you earned by teasing him, or interrupting his exhausting studies once again. but what the doctor loved much more, is the feeling of having you struggle against him while being completely overstimulated by his actions. trapped underneath his body as he pounded into your sore cunt. you could not remember how many orgasms you already went through, the punishment started hours ago and law wasn't even halfway through with it. hands placed effortlessly beside your head, not having enough strength anymore to fight against your boyfriend's relentless movements. "see, i told you punishment would be worse than waiting a couple of hours longer," he would mutter against the shell of your ear, placing soft kisses along your jawline. law's hands were placed around your wrists, fingers lazily wrapped around your soft skin while the pointer finger laid perfectly in your palm. it all belonged to his plan. giving him a chance to always know that you're still feeling good about what he was doing. one pinch of pain was enough for the doctor to stop. slowly, tapping the tip of his pointer finger against the soft skin of your palm and waiting for the slightest squeeze as an answer. all he needed was the little measurement to snap his hips stronger against yours and hunt down his own orgasm.

eustass 'captain' kid

being with kid meant to prepare for the worst. not in the way that it was not pleasing at all what he did with his towering body, it happened to be the entire opposite. the snap of his hips against yours was rough, burying himself to the hilt inside of your warm, gummy walls. stretched out again, never really prepared to take his girthy length but you loved the feeling he forced upon you. there was no need to deny how kid dominated you in each situation of life. as a captain, he gave you orders. as a friend, he gave you advice. and as your boyfriend, he certainly took control in the sheets without questioning. your hands placed above your head if he was sprawled out on top of you. one hand beside your head to keep his towering, muscular body from crushing you while the other held your hands together by the wrists. the calloused and rough palm of one of his large paws was enough to capture both of your slender arms in a tight grip. always giving him another glint of power, another strong beam of pride about how muscular and tall he was, compared to you. the way his fleshy fingers overpowered you without having to use his entire strength to hold your in place became kid's little act. if he towered above you, roughly snapping his hips against yours as skin slapping against skin filled the captain's chambers. or while you were on all four, the damp, flustered span of your cheek pressed against the soft sheets with the ass high in the air. kid was pressed tightly against your jiggling ass, admiring how the flesh of your butt wiggled with each forceful thrust. arms neatly placed on the curve of your back, wrists held together tightly by the large hand of your boyfriend.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐖𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄

▹ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: flame emperor sabo x fem!reader (usage of she-form) ▹ ᴘʟᴏᴛ: over twelve years ago, sabo promised to marry her if they meet again in the future, but then he seemingly never reached the first island beyond dawn island. his death changed the plans, forced her back into the noble bubble until she decided to pursue a life in freedom. fleeing from her noble family in high town & following her childhood friend luffy through thick and thin. but multiple things happen, and suddenly, she finds herself in the presence of a long-lost face. ▹ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: nsfw! (mdni!) + fluff + pet names + depression + soulmates & second chance kind of trope, all warnings will be added before each part.

𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓: seated on a constellation of rocks, one larger than the other, she watched how the three boys ran along the path between the trees. a hand in the air, waving at her familiar face with wide smiles on their faces, and the loud laughter booming through the large summer trees. oh, how she wanted to joke around with them, follow them into the small villages around high town, and explore dawn island. but she could not attend the open streets. anyone who would catch a glimpse of her all too familiar face would inform the well-known family to snatch the bounty. berry for their missing daughter, as the three times before when she ran away from the nobility and joined the crew of three young rowdies.

"majesty," the young boy with the shaggy, raven-colored hair chuckled, attempting to mirror the curtsy they did in high town. obviously, his clumsiness kept the upper hand and he almost fell face-first.

"oh ace," she giggled, holding the back of her hand to her glossy lips. "you would make a very bad noble."

"how soothing that i do not want to be one," he answered, ruffling the already messed-up strands of his long hair further. behind him, the two other boys appeared that belonged to the trio. one with short blonde hair, dressed in an almost as noble attire as she was forced to wear, who had his arm wrapped around their brother's shoulders and pulled the tired and whiny boy along. "sabo! what happened to luffy?" she carefully jumped off the rock and hurried towards the crying boy. bruises covered his face and arms, the blue and purple marks hardly assessable.

"he tripped over a root while running away," sabo shrugged the shoulders, placing the youngest of three boys against a tree and crouching down himself. the pipe, he used to defend himself attached to his back, the large head pulled off his blonde hair. "sabo, did you push him?" she examined the bruises along luffy's legs, slowly tilting the head in the direction of the noble-born boy.

"what? me?" he pointed a gloved finger at himself, eyebrows raised at the little girl who occasionally joined their meetings. she was running away from the same town that sabo hated so dearly, despised more than anything else in the world. while others starved, the noble part of dawn island celebrated each day like their last and wasted too much food, too much water. "no! i would never do that!" sabo almost shouted, attempting to protect himself from the assumptions of his friend.

"if you lie to me, i will not marry you!" she argued, quickly coming up with a way to assure he was telling the truth. behind them, ace sat on the rock constellation, snickering about how the two fought.

"you already said yes! you can not take that back now!"

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ▹ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ғɪsᴛ ▹ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ: ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ?

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listen, a little girl from the high town, just close to foosha village where luffy, ace and sabo grew up, who always ran away to spend time with the boys and dadan because it was freedom for her. and literally, sabo promised to marry her one day, and then all the op stuff happens like believing he's dead and she goes on with her life as a noble but leaves dawn island with luffy to find another purpose.

like imagine, if she meets sabo again on dressrosa. holy, i really wanna write a multi-chapter story now lol

#one piece #one piece imagine #opla x reader #opla #one piece headcanons #revolutionary sabo #sabo x reader #sabo #one piece sabo #asl brothers #sabo fluff #flame emperor sabo #sabo one piece #sabo op

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎

﹙featuring: eustass kid, trafalgar law, cat burglar nami, flame emperor sabo & reader﹚ ﹙theme: heartwarming fluff﹚

eustass 'captain' kid

between the famous names of the worst generation, the notorious captain of the kid pirates became known for his cruel and highly temperamental behavior. a glance in his direction provoked the male, the smirk on his face while murdering the ones that laughed about him and his dream almost a sadistic curve. so when one day, he suddenly started to show a tad of affection towards you while being in public, it was difficult to believe for anyone who knew the redhead. ever so often, his deep red lips puckered and connected with your forehead. a simple but sweet gesture, a peck leaving stains of his lipstick on your soft skin. for you, you loved the affection. for kid, it was a chance to promise you that he would return from anywhere, return back to you, without making a fool out of himself for stuttering through unidentified words. it also became the showcase of his love for you whenever he had a bad day and couldn’t stop the mood swings from provoking another fight. screaming orders across the deck of the victoria punk, and while stomping past you, an almost too light peck to your forehead to tell you, he was not mad at you.

trafalgar d. water law

he hated the staring eyes of people, watching closely how his hands grabbed your waist, or how your lips lingered a second too long on his. he never had to experience those longing glances or drooling faces while giving you his attention, it merely happened while fighting. but it taught him to keep his relationships behind closed doors, hiding his weaknesses for his and their own good. so law tried his best to spend time with you, without giving too much pda away. when you wanted to take a nap, he asked for you to sleep on the couch in his office while he can go over documents and books. when the blue sky above was cloudless, and the sun stretched its warmth for miles, and you decided to bath in the rays, law would take a seat in the colder shadows beside you with as always a book in his hand. you did not need to talk. when you went into town go grab bags of ingredients for the journey to the next island? don’t bother to ask anyone for company because law would already walk by your side. law was not the person to shout out his feelings, or to clearly showcase what feelings bubbled up in his stomach. yet, the emotionless facade dropped when you stepped into his sight, and the corners of his mouth lifted.

cat burglar nami

oh there was no need to lie. the temperamental orange-haired loved the glimmering, golden coins enough to call them her babies and easily switch moods if someone dared themselves to try and steal the smallest amount of her treasure. yet, being with you slightly changed her opinion about the berry hidden in her room. she loved them but nami loved you more and quickly found a good way of spending some. if by chance there would be an island where the marine soldiers would not be already waiting at the dock, the navigator used the time of not running away to stroll through the villages and towns. gathering ingredients with sanji, finding another pile of clothes with robin but most importantly, exploring the expensive jewelry shops to find a suitable gift for you. a bracelet, or maybe a necklace, even if you already had more than ten and couldn’t wear them all at once. nami always brought you a little present from the island, and hell, yes, it might have seemed like she wanted to buy your love but any given time, you would raise a brow and open your mouth when she handed you another present. nami assured you that it did not matter, your love was more valuable than any amount of berry, with a kiss to the cheek.

flame emperor sabo

as the second in command of the revolutionary army, sabo is always a busy man. running missions, bringing up plans, talking behind closed doors with the fearless leader dragon. since his schedule for private activities is cut short, sabo found a way to assure you, he thought about you and loved you dearly. the gentle touches of his slender fingers around your waist, when he had to squeeze past you, slowly and carefully pushing you aside. his arm around your waist when you stood next to each other, mostly his flat hand sprawled out on the curve of your back and drawing sweet shapes with his fingertips. while being in a conversation with him, sabo will casually reach out for you, caressing the flustered spot on the span of your cheeks. just because you're so beautiful to him, so precious and he's always asking himself how he deserves your love. it was never much of pda, mainly because sabo had to remain a respected person with the position he earned himself. in such a world filled with enemies and the marine, who worked against almost everyone who admired freedom, those little touches offered hope and happiness. especially since you were the only one who knew how warm the flame emperor’s calloused fingertips were without the brown gloves.

credit goes to portgasmalia.

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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I am both excited and terrified of who will OPLA cast as Eustass Kid.

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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i have a feeling that a live action Kid has the potential to do some serious damage to the internet

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