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[yu2ki]

[sashi-ya]

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STICKY HONEYMOON 🍼 SABO X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 9: CREAMPIE

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Hey! 🎀 May I request Sabo(OP) x female reader for the 9th day, please? I'm not sure if I can ask for this, but let it be in the style of Fluff with a bit of spice, just like our blond. Thank you and wishing you inspiration! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. as requested it is fluffy and smutty 💕 a couple of newlyweds enjoying their honeymoon with loads of sex. cream pie. masturbation. and so much lovemaking. 🐙 wc: 1,1 k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Arms like snakes all around your body. Sabo’s golden locks grazing your nape, his nose buried on your spine. Warm breath wetting the space in between your shoulder blades. His fiery hands hanging on your belly, hardness against your ass… 

“Nmhg…” Sabo mutters, as he inhales the scent of your skin. It is late, very late. Night has fallen some hours ago,  with bodies sore from the day… you’ve chosen your honeymoon to be an adventurous one. 

“Mh? What is it, babe?” you ask, lifting your ass a little bit more so that you can feel his erection growing bigger against you. Being the little spoon with your now husband, is all you want for the night. 

Sabo knows, exactly, what you are doing. And excitement, lust and need turns a little flame into a big fire… 

“I love you…” he murmurs, planting a peck on your shoulder. His hips begin to move; it feels as if he was dry humping on against your buttocks. “I still can’t believe you have finally become my wife…” 

You smile against the pillow, a beam so big can’t even fit your face. Sabo can be this and even more romantic when it comes to you. 

“I love you too, my sweet husband…” you whisper back, passing your hand to the back, caressing his hip side with a loving sexy graze. Such graze, then, turns into your nails clawing into his milky skin… and that, to him, it only means one simple thing; go ahead Sabo-kun, fuck me! 

Needless to say, both lay naked on silky sheets. Already sweat imbued fabric, as it’s been putting up with nights of hot love making sessions. And tonight, it won’t be the exception.

“What you want, mh? You want me deep inside you again?” Sabo asks, whispering right into your ear, biting your lobe right after. 

You giggle, once again your nails carve marks on his flesh. Pulling him even closer to your ass, you can even feel how his hard sex slides in between your cheeks. 

“Deep, yes. Very deep, babe… plus, this time, I want you to fill me up with your cum” you request; the intimacy of your relationship has stripped you from any shame whatsoever. 

Sabo grunts, there is only so much a man can take. He can be strong, but those words are simply a detrimental move you have just made. 

 His right hand slides down your waist up to your lower belly and then to your sex. His fingers wander through your anatomy, separating your folds just enough to reach your clit. Sabo finds those lands as expected; wet, more than dampened. He gloats, he knows his dick will slide so deliciously in and out, and the sound of every ram will be music to his ears. 

He begins tracing circles on your pleasure button, as his free hand reaches for your left breast. Erect, hard, sensitive, that’s how he finds it everything he touches on your body. 

You react to his pinching and massaging, whimpering low, jolting every time he stimulates it all at the same time. His sex, as well, hasn’t been left out of this intercourse prelude; it, by itself and powered by increasing hardness and throbbing pulses, moves in the search of your entrances. Coated by your honeys, that have already wet the inner side of your thighs, and mixing with his own precum, finds enough lubrication to finally meet with your fleshy folds. 

“Fuck me, please…” his masturbation can be perfect, but the heat growing stronger inside you and walls that ache to be stretched get the best of you. “Fuck me, Sabo… I want you so deep inside of me…” 

You didn’t need to ask, and still Sabo enjoys such pleading like a trophy, like a medal. Ego bursting; ego and shaft exploding. 

“Are you sure you want me inside you, my sweet wife?” he asks, enjoying a little bit more how your hips move on their own, desperate to feel him pumping into you. 

“Dear husband, if you don’t fuck me right now…” you playfully -and perhaps even a little cranky- threaten him. 

The blond revolutionary laughs sweetly; there is nothing more he could ever want now than to fuck you as you ask. And so, he does… 

On its own, with a simple forth hip movement, his sex finally penetrates you. It takes him no effort, as it seems your body has been made for his, and his has been made for yours. Truly soul, mind and flesh mates. 

He hugs your waist from behind, ramming into you so deeply and violently, exactly as you like it. 

The back of your head fall on his shoulder, reaching with your mouth his. Million kisses that deepen the more the in and out rhythm increases. It lets the commissure of your lips shiny, erratic tongues sometimes can’t be precise, and the need for oxygen also makes it even more messy. 

And just as predicted, your juices both mix and let him move so perfectly in sync with you, and the sound of the slapping skins play a sinful ambrosial melody. But it is what abandons your lips from time to time what makes it even magical; whispered, breath, inhaled “I love yous” fill the room, the love nest you both chose to consummate your marriage. 

Your milking walls, your spasming muscles, your moans and whines… 

“Don’t stop… don’t… stop… I’m close, please-”  “ngh… not… stopping….”

Your pleads. His grunts. The scent of sex... 

“Were… you- for real? Inside?”  “Fill me the fuck up Sabo, I beg you please… I am… about to… fuck…” 

Sabo takes a deep breath; he needs to get ready; he is about to burst and your core to be flooded with his relief. Sabo is desperate, your climax keeps milking him with no mercy, it feels like you are going to drown his cum from him and he can’t stop it…

“Take it all inside babe… I want to make you so fucking full” he grunts, giving the final thrust to reach for the deepest possible spot.

You can’t even talk, you are just still orgasming, still trembling, savouring the incipient pulses of Sabo’s climax. His belly becomes hard, his arms lock you against his dick; there is no scape now, you are trapped there to be overfilled with his seed. 

Seed so hot it feels like a burning fire taking over your womb, getting to every little corner of your anatomy, going in with pressure as Sabo pushes your lower belly down… oh, Sabo-kun… it feels like fire, it fills so good. 

“I love you, my sweet husband… thank you for the treat” “We are just starting, babe… you are still not even remotely full of it” 

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[one-sunny]

Sitting in Silence.

Sanji x reader, short drabble

Summary: Sometimes the days being within a notorious pirate crew can be a bit much. And sometimes this fact doesn’t hit you until there is nothing for you to do. Desc. of anxiety and reader having a bad day. No hurt just comfort.

note: i’m having a bad day and that song from despicable me keeps playing in my head. also that is not relevant to the drabble at all but i feel like it sets the mood LOL

Masterlist

The Sunny was calm for what felt like the first time ever.

The day didn’t result in fighting off rival crews or marines. You were given the chance to relax. To do what ever trivial thing that came to mind.

Nami and Robin have taken to tanning on the deck. Luffy, Ussop, and Chopper fishing while Ussop tells his own exaggerated story. Franky is off in his workshop in his free time and Brook takes to caring for his instruments. Jinbe relaxes under the tangerine trees. Zoro takes a break from training to nap in the sun. Sanji even takes a moment to sit down and relax, a cook book in his lap as he enjoys the sun beaming down.

Yet the frustration was bubbling inside of you. You should be relaxing. Instead your fight or flight was activated for absolutely no reason. Anxiety welling up inside of you and squeezing at your throat.

You sit on the deck among the crew, but with the way your breath kept hitching, you knew that you had to get out. Standing abruptly, you head below deck to the aquarium bar in hopes that watching the various fish swim around would provide some form of solace.

However, staring into the glass only fills you with a sense of longing that you can’t even place. With an exaggerated groan, you throw your hands up, and the fish swimming before you scatter.

Huffing in exasperation, you decide to head to the kitchen. Maybe some tea will help. Or a snack. Or something to take your mind off of your mind.

You find the kitchen to be empty, much to your delight. As much as you enjoyed Sanji’s company at times, you didn’t need him doting on you right now. You just needed silence. Or something. You’re not even sure anymore.

But for now, tea.

You gather the kettle and fill it with water, spilling some onto the floor in the process. Your nerves begin to rise at this. Placing the kettle on the stove top, you click the flames to life, before settling the kitchen counter.

Eyes shut, you try to focus on the sound of the flames and the heating water. It’s not long before the stuttering hiss fills the air. You hop down from the counter to move the kettle from the flames and move to the cabinets to collect a cup.

As you grab a tea cup, your favorite one that Sanji always ensured fell in your hands, you feel it slipping from your grip. You gasp, attempting to save it, but it ultimately crashes to the ground into five separate pieces.

You freeze in place. You don’t cry. You don’t scream. You don’t even move to clean it up. You just stare.

“Darling, is everything okay-“ Sanji quickly cuts himself off as he takes in the scene before him. Your frozen state. The cup- your cup- shattered on the floor. “Okay.” He sighs decisively.

You don’t acknowledge his presence, but you feel yourself being swept away and gently placed on the counter. The frustration boils and you open your mouth to protest, but Sanji holds up a hand and gives you a stern look. He doesn’t speak and neither do you.

Instead, he silently sweeps up the shattered remains on the floor.

You stare ahead at the overhead cabinets. Your eyes follow the wood grain and fingers tap against your thigh. You don’t want to talk, but at the same time you want to scream.

Sanji moves in a familiar flow, before he steps into your line of sight, silent still. You glance down to see his offer of perfectly prepared tea in a new cup. A spark of frustration fires in you but the big blue eyes blinking at you expectantly snuffs it out. A simple nod his way, a thanks, you take the cup from him. Remaining silent, he leans back against the counter beside of you and sips his own cup of tea.

With his presence at your side, you feel as if a weight was lifted from your shoulders in a way you couldn’t explain. He wasn’t doting on you and flooding the room with compliments for once. Instead he offered precisely what you need before you even realize you need it. The tea, lavender with just a hint of honey, helps in calming your nerves but you know the brunt of it falls on the man silently sipping his drink at your side.

“Thank you.” Your voice is shaky.

“You don’t have to thank me.” His voice is calm. No pet names offered and no expectations. “You don’t even have to talk, if you don’t want to. I don’t mind sitting in silence with you.”

Your breath hitches at the sincerity in his voice. “Sanji.” You reach out to him, fingers catching the sleeve of his suit jacket. As you peer up at him with watery eyes, Sanji nearly breaks, slowly shuffling closer to you. “I need, uh, can-“ You’re a stuttering mess as you gently tug on his sleeve. He places his cup down, moving yours out of the way, before stepping between your legs to pull you into a tight embrace. You instantly melt into him and bury your face into the collar of his shirt.

Sanji doesn’t speak, squeezing you a little bit tighter when he mistakes the heat rising to your cheeks as something entirely caused by your current frustrations. One of his hands rubs your back while the other remains wrapped around you. It was strangely intimate as you cuddle closer in to him. His hands, something he protects and uses for only the most important things, hold you so close. A deep breath fans across his skin and makes him shiver. A lovesick smile is on his lips despite the situation at hand.

Yet, he can’t see your own smile hidden in his shirt.

Sanji holds you for as long as you need, squeezing you close to him, and you realize that this. This was your something that you needed.

[ephemic]

⠀⠀♥︎ ≀ vinsmoke sanji (one piece) icons !!

[streets-in-paradise]

The most accurate thing in the film is the height difference between Ajax and Odysseus

[btslayouts]

nico robin from one piece pleasee 💘

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[valhallavalgrace]

Welcome to Elysiu- wait, Valhalla?

Congratulations, Leo Valdez, you're dead!

About

Welcome! This is a plot-driven askblog following events in Hotel Valhalla through Blood of Olympus, Trials of Apollo, and Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard. Naturally, there are spoilers up ahead, so advance with caution!

Leo Valdez is dead. Jason Grace is about to be. Not the type of dead that they expected, though. We'll let Leo explain it.

Lore

As the blogname pertains, this is a valgrace AU set in MCGA's Hotel Valhalla. See relevant current and past lore below!

Current Blog Status: Leo’s arrival to HV, post BoO/Sos, ToA/HoT co-occurring  Blog Origins Major Canon Divergence Info

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How to ask: although there is a current “ongoing” timeline and there may be a primary character responding, please feel free to specify character(s) you are addressing and where in the timeline, if applicable, you are asking from. As the plot continues, there will be opportunities to flashback to different character statuses (such as: solo-HV!Leo, ToA!Jason, BoO!Jason, etc. The tags below will be updated to indicate such events). Unlocked characters: Leo Valdez [HV], Magnus Chase [HV], Samirah al-Abbas [HV] Locked characters (coming soon!): ,Alex Fierro [HV], Jason Grace [Midgard], Jason Grace [HV], Annabeth Chase [Midgard]

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# [character, first+last] responds character, ie. ‘Leo Valdez responds’ answers your asks! # answered asks all answered asks - also tagged as # text posts and # art when relevant # headcanons lore drops that may or may not be/become an official part of the AU # art misc HV art that may or may not be a part of the AU - potentially blog ads and other non-asks # V²AU all official parts of the AU on the blog # Valhalla!Valgrace used on various blogs (mine lol) to talk about the AU, relevant reblogs (tracking) # tbt-[HoO, post-BoO, ToA, SoS] flashbacks to relevant parts of the timeline as the plot progresses

[butchvaderkin]

me when im in the evil mind palace hovering over the boiling seas surrounded by glowing blue butterflies

Charles Soule's Darth Vader #8

[swegaxts]

 ต꯭ยาย 🫠    ︐ 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤 ㅤ   Ჲ       🧀      .𝖱ᦅ𝗈𝗆 )

[luffymao-world]

Gear 5th !

[yu2ki]

i love luffy sm

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 10: IMPREGNATION Sabo 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡Hi! I wanted to ask for a kink in your kinktober event? Day 10 with Sabo! With a Fem reader please 🙏🏻 I never find things for him 😭 Thanks! tw: mdni. impregnation. rough sex. choking. mentions of pregnancy. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

He always wanted to, and you did too. But there was a big sense of responsibility in him,and being a father now wasn’t at all in his plans. But that night, when he couldn’t resist himself no more, and a dark aura of lust engulfed his mind, things changed.

That day, while you scrolled through the endless mild entertaining twitter posts, you found a video where a couple of youngsters indulging in "cream pie activities". So, you had no option but to text your man. You thought of attaching the link, but considering he was probably spending his morning on a uni lecture, and that his mind runs wild when you only give him a little, the best option was still a plain -but hot- text.

10:30  • 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ↷ when will you fill me up, hun? I want your warm cum flooding my insides, aren’t you willing to do it? Don’t you wanna fuck me rough and violent? I want you to do it, daddy ~ 10:32 • 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙤🎩↷ babe? I’m in class, what- what the hell? 10:33 • 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙤🎩↷ We will speak when I’m home… 10:34 • 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙤🎩↷ Was that necessary? Ugh…

You giggled and continued with your day. Perhaps it was nothing, maybe it did make a difference… who knows?

You received many messages throughout the day, but, as a good player you left them on read. Let the man desire your body, let Sabo turn desperate for your attention. You knew there had to be a way to light a sparkle of darkness inside of him, because you still wanted to try how far he could go.

By the time the night came, you totally thought he would be too tired to even remember the initial text, and that he was probably mad at you for not answering. And you weren’t totally wrong.

The sound of keys moving alerts you from him coming home. And you wait peacefully sitting on the couch while watching a pirates tv show for his at least annoyed questions.

“(NAME)!” he demands your presence when he gets inside and takes off his coat.

You close your eyes, ready to act as if nothing happened. “I’m here, sitting on the couch” you tell him.

There is silence, complete silence, before the loud stomps of his winter boots fly to the other side of the living room.

“You in the couch doing what? Mh?” he asks, getting in between you and the television.

You widen your eyes; he is mad mad. Not just mad. “I- hi? Did you eat? Do you want me to cook fo-“

Sabo shuts you up with his strong hand over your mouth. While the other hand rips your blanket away.

You let him do it. You want him to show you the wild side he has been holding back. And to top it all off, your hand reaches for his belt. You can’t actually pull from it, but your nails can barely graze the leather around his hips. That, in any case, works perfectly fine as a flame fan.

The blonde pinches your cheeks and move your head to the side. He notices your smirk, and with his lips pressed against your temple he murmurs a “fuck”.

Sabo needs you now. He has been hard since morning, don’t prolong his suffering…

“You wanted for my warm cum to fill you up, mh? Then spread your legs for me. You will be overflowing with it until I am satisfied and you pregnant as hell”  he grunts, being nothing but delicate.

It makes you shiver, and your panties to go dripping wet. “Fill me up and leave me pregnant as much you wish, daddy ~” you purr, causing him to grunt loudly.

Sabo proceeds to grab you by your neck, squeezing enough to make you dizzy but for oxygen to keep flowing. He seems like a professional doing this, even if this is the first time doing such thing to you.

As he keeps choking you, Sabo pulls down your pants with enough strength to rip them in one swift motion.

“You wanted me to become this way, didn’t you?” he asks, panting, looking straight into the wet spot on your panties. “Look how wet you are for my cock…”

You look at him with the slutiest eyes he has ever seen, and sticking your tongue out you give him total submission. His metallic grey eyes shine, Sabo is desperate to fuck you, hard.

“Give it to me, daddy… pwease” you moan, spreading your legs. “This is gonna get you so fucking pregnant…” he murmurs, while letting his pants fall to the ground. Sabo proceeds to carve his knee against the coach in between your legs. And then a quick pump on his throbbing, almost painfully, hardness.

A violent swing turns you slightly to the side, he needs the perfect position to get deep inside you.

Sabo first grazes your dampened panties with his precum sprouting tip. The grace of the lace against his gland, makes his toes curl. While you, feeling the pressure of his irreverent pushing on your clit, desperately wish for him to already move the fabric once and for all. And even if a good measure to punish you would be to make you wait, Sabo simply can’t resist the urge to penetrate your walls.

“Daddy… please~” you whine, begging. “Desperate for my cum, little bitch?” he scoffs, pulling your panties to the side with such force it makes your panties sewing to suffer.

He doesn’t even take the time to pull your underwear off, Sabo simply pulls them to the side to finally guide his cock towards your entrance. He plays with the tip, getting it fully coated with your needy elixirs.

You squirm and buck up your hips for him to go deeper. Your nails carve on his strong forearms and they don’t leave marks until he rams so hard into you.

“Fuck, Sabo!” you mewl, you could feel his intrusion up in your stomach if you had to describe it. But it seems not to be enough for him…

Sabo smirks, and quickly grabs your right ankle to pull it up. “Mh? What? Do you think you will get impregnated if I don’t go deep enough? No, (Name). I gotta make sure it gets there…” he says, while dropping your leg on top of his left shoulder.

You widen your eyes. If the last ram got that deep, now… you are not sure if it will be possible.

But it is. And your back arches. And you moan even louder.

Sabo sweats by how fast and hard he is going in and out, and even sometimes up too. Those are specially strong, making you to feel like losing the total control of your body. You feel like bursting, he does too.

Sabo always wanted to fill you up. To impregnate you with his seed. But always held back. But not tonight…

As you tremble in orgasmic spasms, he enjoys your walls milking him. Your anatomy gives the young politics student, the last kick for climax to take over.

His mind blurs. His eyes get fixed on yours. Lips semi apart, not even growling, just panting like a beast in heat.

“There. Is. No coming..back- Name, take my cum and don’t you dare let it waste…” he moans.

“Make me pregnant, daddy… I want my belly full of it” you whine, in between the shivers your orgasm gives you.

“pl-ease…. hold it… in…. I love you” “with great plea-ngh… I love you more”

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[mythalism]

its crazy to me how checking out someones blog before passing judgements on their post you see out of context on your dash or blatantly misinterpreting their posts and leaving an annoying reply/reblog that betrays the depth of your own poor reading comprehension is not common practice. like what do you mean you dont even look to see what other things they've said about a subject or in general, what other topics they talk about, how old they are, or any other contextual information that might better inform your understanding of their statement especially when 99% of the time doing just that will reveal how badly you have bad-faith misinterpreted them. and 1% of the time its some freak with huge titty anime AI porn all over their blog and you know its not worth bothering with. this is why the internet is such a toxic sludgebath and why no one can read or evaluate credible sources

[myuumei]

simple-ish luffy layouts for @ghostlysamuraiguy, credit to use

[ephemic]

⠀⠀♥︎ ≀ god usopp (one piece) icons & headers !!

[give-me-one-good-reason]

Finally recoloured the outline! (And completely removed it in a few areas)

Original is under the cut! What do you think? Did it improve it or make it worse?