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Frills and Bundles

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Word Count: 1,600+

Synopsis: Bound to your desk, you took to the task of testing out a new prototype of a dress Ivankov made for you. Not used to the frills and bundles, you become wrapped up in the feeling of it while your friend tries to halt his unhinged urges to do something about his pining.

Themes: Sabo x f!reader, 18+, NSFW, suggestive, Sabo is unhinged, Sabo is a little yandere, no smut - just fantasy, mutual pining, idiots in love, reader's birthday, fluff with an edge of spice beneath the surface.

Notes: Happy birthday @frillsinadress!! I hope you enjoy a small fic of Sabo longing and pining. May your day be glorious 🖤

Twin beady eyes gawked at you while sitting motionless atop your wooden desk. The shell on its back depicted the cross-hatched tattoo of your boss and leader of the revolutionary army. Your task for the day was to sit there and wait for the final report from Monkey D Dragon, and to organize a corresponding attack on the marines base with his direct orders as soon as he ordered them.

The full skirt attached to your hips gathered in heavy bunches in your lap, your chest rising and falling in strangled breaths beneath the constriction of the leathery corset Ivankov fashioned for you. Each element of the ruffled skirt weighed heavily on your hips regardless as to how you sat at your desk.

While the arrangement was beautiful, it was not at all practical while bound to the drawl of paperwork and snail-sitting. The reason you were dressed in this formal garb was specifically to train yourself how to act properly and daintily in order to infiltrate a gala, to gather intelligence for the revolutionary army in a reconnaissance mission within a small unit.

It was a bonus that you got to wear such a pretty arrangement on a day like today. Your birthday, to be exact.

While you never truly made a deal about yourself, never taking time off from your duties under Dragon to enjoy yourself, receiving the prototype from Ivankov did make you feel special in your own way. The extravagant array of frills and bundles waterfalling to the floor had the corners of your lips ticking up in a sweet smile.

Lost in your own world, you were yet to notice a presence leaning against the wooden post to your office door.

Head tilted, eyes examining, lips smiling, arms crossing, and foot tapping stood the flame emperor of the revolutionary army. Second in command under Dragon, your superior, who you answered to on occasion, and the man who recently became obsessed with you.

His obsession really seeped from the fact that you had only ever been kind and attentive to him: fetching his coat and hat when he left meetings, always dainty and poised regardless as to how well you were personally faring. From that brink came a spark within his chest that had him constantly feeling on edge. He was plagued with a lust that never seemed quenchable enough or satiated by his own pleasure while he fucked his fist to your fantasy.

Noticing your eyes left the two globes of the snail’s haunting and beady eyes to gawk down at your breasts hoisted in the corset, he felt morally obliged to do the same. As your hands traveled up to readjust them, you bunched the flesh in your hands and gave them a slight jiggle.

Sabo felt his mouth begin to water, salivating at the fantasy of picturing you palming them, while the other traveled beneath your skirts to give in to your need for release. Although all you were currently doing was toying and fussing with your seams, his mind had a way of running away with him when his eyes fell to you. Picturing all the thoughts he had of you pinching and fondling your naked breasts while he pistoned his cock, his mind for carried away as his gaze wandered lower.

His eyes stopped their mirage, hyper focussing on the fabrics bunched at your waist in an array of flowing frills. It was far too much material to get below the waist from the top. You would have to go from beneath to seek out that pretty pussy you've kept hidden from him.

Narrowing his gaze with a deep furrow of his brow, he concentrated on how much the material would prohibit such fun for you in an array of positions. The skirts almost seemed enough to hide another person beneath them.

Sabo could be that person beneath the frills and bundles for you.

Sabo wanted to be that person beneath the frills and bundles for you.

Sabo needed to dive beneath those skirts and consume your pleasure with his lips, tongue and teeth while his hands pried you apart and held you like that until you were clenching around him.

Shaking his head, he rid himself of those thoughts while gently coughing to alert you of his presence by the door.

“Sabo-!” you exclaimed, your hands frozen at their place fondling your breasts while shrouded in its corset. Face flushed, eyes wide, lips parting, and, in Sabo’s opinion, absolutely adorable: you had no idea how to react to being caught out squeezing at your breasts.

Gently smirking, he approached your station and removed his top-hat from his mop of tousled, blonde hair. Carding his digits through his locks, he sheepishly hung his head while his thighs brushed with your desk. Placing his hat down on your desk, he bit back his rising smirk and closed his eyes in humor.

“That-... Uh-...” He attempted to contain a chuckle from falling from his lips, “...New dress?” He continued to hold his eyes to the ground, peering at your fright through his peripherals.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, finally releasing your breasts from your hands.

“One of Ivankov’s?” He rose his eyes to meet your gaze. While he feigned an air of innocence about him, that unhinged side wanted nothing than to see how much more he could fluster you. “I like it on you. A lot, actually.” He leaned his hip up to sit on your desk, gently tilting the snail aside to avoid its awakened gaze.

“I-It is one of Iva’s, yes,” you stutter, blinking rapidly while he hovers ever closer to you. “Thank you for saying so.” You gave him a soft giggle to shrug off your nerves, returning to your usual posture with a grin, “Caught me at an odd moment, I won't lie to you. I'm not used to being so constricted by ruffles, frills and bundles. Anything for the cause, right?”

Sabo chuckled alongside you as you spoke, shaking his head lightly while he took you in.

“I don't blame you,” he shrugged, leaning forward and punching a portion of the fabric between his gloved fingers, “It's rather surreal, seeing you all dressed up like this.” Using a swift motion, he slowly dragged you towards him by the nape of your neck.

Rising to your feet with his motions, you allowed yourself to be tugged up by the flame emperor and drawn closer towards him. Your lips tingle with anticipation, never truly knowing the intention he was envisioning while you rose to stand before him. Sabo had always been a little unhinged with his conversation, and you would reciprocate indulgently with his unhinged commentary every now and again for your own, personal benefit.

Now fully standing in front of him, he rose to his feet and maintained contact with you by his gloved hand while walking around the desk. Reaching forward with his unoccupied hand, he claimed yours and gently indicated for you to spin slowly with him as your partner. To the betterment of your abilities, you allowed yourself to be spun in place, skirts bunching and swaying to a soundless melody.

“So pretty,” Sabo commented on your display alongside your garment, “Such a pretty dress, for such a pretty girl.” He halted your dance, placing both hands on your waist as he slowly moved himself closer. “Any wishes for your birthday? Anything I could do to help you out while you're bound in chains to the desk?”

You giggle at his comment, gently tapping his cravat with the backs of your hands in a playful shove. Shaking your head, you smoothed the sides of his navy jacket and fixed his collar. While you craved so desperately to give into your desires and ask him to satisfy the plague of lust branded into your mind of him beneath your skirts and satisfying you while you worked, you chose to behave.

“I have all I need here, sir,” you nodded towards your desk, “And I'll be here until Dragon tells me otherwise.”

“I could hide beneath your desk?” Sabo suggested, gently thumbing at your hips and bringing his lips up to your jaw before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, “I have the whole day spare. I can be right here with you, and I won't make a peep.”

You shook your head at your friend, releasing his collar from your hands and gave him a playful shove.

“No distractions. I need to be at my desk until Dragon dismisses me for the day,” you nodded with a hint of melancholy to your tone, “The cause comes before all else, including pretty blondes hiding beneath my desk. Thank you for your suggestion, though. I do appreciate the offer.”

“Even on your birthday?” he suggested with a soft pout, “You're more dedicated than most of us here. I promise, as soon as you get off and away from your desk, as your friend: I will give you a birthday you won't easily forget.”

You shook your head, gently parting Sabo on the chest and returning to sit back at your desk.

“Thank you, Sabo,” you smile up at the man by your side, “You're a good friend. I'm looking forward to it.”

Giving you one last smile, he reached down and claimed your hand in his. Slowly dragging it up to his lips, he maintained eye contact while he pressed a kiss tentatively on the top of your knuckles. While the action in and of itself was sweet, the hidden promise dancing behind his eyes was raw and feral.

He knew exactly how he was going to make your day unforgettable. Each element of his date was meticulously planned and laid before him. The cuisine you favored, the sweets you preferred, a menu to sate your appetite for food, followed by the absolute cure to quench the thirst gathering in the thick, raw, primal tension rising between you.

For now, he would be satisfied by peering up at you though his blonde eyelashes, while he pictured all the ways he was going to carve your day into your memory. Confessing his love for you, expressing how devoted he was to you, and demonstrating that declaration by unraveling you in more ways you could ever perceive by every part of him he'd make available to you.

Sabo would confess.

All he hopes if that you would feel the same, and allow him to explore that with you.

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A happy boy

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WHITE BALL

characters : ace , taiko , tetsu ,  mysterious guest.

warnings : none !

word count : 0.9k

authors note : first post about my doomed poly ship - blood sweat and tears ! tetsu is owned by @elliotrivriv and this was my first major piece on em! heavily inspired by the song by the same name by miracle musical!

winter islands typically were a mixed bag. the snow made it hard for certain islands to get proper resources, so if they had gotten a particularly bad storm supplies may be gone for a while. that is what had happened to this particular island, mixed with a spreadable flu and it made for a terrible trap. 

the cure pirates were welcomed eagerly and within that same day cured the spreading illnesses. all that was left was to monitor the patients to ensure a steady recovery. after a short morning shift taiko had gotten the rest of the day to relax per her crew after a rough day of bloodletting. 

she left the medic building and trudged back to the hotel inn she and her partners were staying at. the coat around her protected her from the frost but to her it would never be enough. on the walk back she caught the sight of a bakery and considered buying something to take back. turning to do so, her name was called and she whipped her head to see the sight of her shorter lover. 

“tetsu! where is your scarf, i’m freezing just looking at you.” she scolded softly once he was closer, only spotting him wearing a coat.he bristled a bit, just as ace predicted she had gotten mad. 

“i was warmed by ace, its good don't worry. just wanted to walk you back to the room since you said you’d only be there a short while.” he replied, and taiko nodded. tetsu and ace were lucky enough to retain heat so well, while taiko was lost to the weather. either way him wanting to walk her back warmed her in an unspeakable way. in all her medicine knowledge and textbook data never did she realized how powerful a medicine love was. her hand wordlessly reached for his, shyly linking their fingers.

“theres a bakery, want to grab something for dinner?” she asked, coughing and looking at the building as to hide her reddened cheeks. tetsus hand was an accepted warmth as he led her into the store to look around. the bakery had some soup they were willing to part with as gratitude for their help, and some meat to throw into it. tetsu had already glared at the slight smile that found itself on her lips, knowing he would be the grill this meat found itself on but said nothing. 

the chatter back was quiet, and light— mostly talking about the patients and how they were doing. but conversation was conversation and taiko was only willing to talk so much if it was either tetsu or ace. she had opened up considerably to them, growing to trust them beyond anyone else. this was not one sided of course, with each of them blooming in their own ways around their partners. taiko still remembers the day marco said she was the closest to ever “domesticating” tetsu. 

she was thankful the inn was quiet, humming softly as tetsu unlocked the lock with a flick of his hand and opened the door for her. the room was pleasantly warm, making her sigh as she took off her heavy coat and boots. this must be aces doing, taiko mused as she ventured further in.  rustling could be heard from the side room and taiko was immediately jumped by her taller lover. she yelped as ace picked her up and spun her around, laughing at her shock. 

“you’re back!” he cheered as taiko steadied herself against him, bluntly glaring at him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“yea not from war, you’re being dramatic!” taiko rebutted, watching as ace trotted over towards the bed. 

“ace no.” she began, her glare sharpening as aces' smile only turned more mischievous. ace held her hips and wrestled her legs off, giggling under his breath as he adjusted her. 

she bickered with him for a moment until he lifted her from him and tossed her upon her, laughing at her playful yells. tetsu immediately weaved his arms around aces waist, lifting him and slamming him into the bed before jumping atop him. taiko groaned as both heavy males were piled atop her and the two scurried to give her some room while not fully getting off her. ace laid on his back and tugged taiko onto him, as taiko latched chest to chest to tetsu. she enjoyed this bundle they often found themselves in, taiko found a blissful joy in being able to catch the typical uncatchable tetsu and pepper his face with kisses. ace enjoyed being around the two, leaning his chin atop her shoulder and making her shiver and complain whenever he got a bit too cheeky with his affections. from his perch he also got to make dumb faces at tetsu, which he typically glared at or on special occasions would reciprocate in the childish act. tetsu relished in the gentle affections of the both, either the whispered words of assurance or the fingers that would eventually weave their way into his hair. 

as the three eventually found the sanctity of slumber, taiko couldn't help but smile at the comfort found in the embrace of her lover’s… 

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a snicker was heard as teach pulled the receiver away from taikos face, a dark chuckle rumbling his chest. cruel eyes stared down the slumped over form of taiko,

“is that good enough for you little brother? sate that ravenous appetite of yours?” he spoke with grit as he heard the dangerous low growl of tetsu from the other end. tetsus voice crackled, emotions clogging his throat as he was hit with the mixed feeling of relief and despair. taiko was alive - if one could even call the state she was in as truly living. but he hadn’t completely failed yet.

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NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY - REDSONG

characters : shanks , pearl , uta , marco (mentioned) , a secret mention of a certain tragic oc of mine ;)

warnings : angst - some comfort , the threat of character death , feelings of helplessness.

word count : 0.6k

authors note : another of the prompts done! i wanna try to have two done a day, just so its a lot more manageable! but if more getg one, more get done. this was was championed by @loganwritesprobably - who chose the prompt via random number!

prompt : caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

shanks liked to call himself a capable man. anything he wished was at his fingertips. feared as a pirate, there were little problems he had to struggle with. 

maybe thats why he felt so helpless, watching her die. he had managed to stave off death so far, but it was an active threat. in the dim lighting of her room, a corner was ignited purely by the embers of her vivre card. pearl belon was at death's door, fighting a rapid infection and serious fever. at first he tried to be playful, especially when the others had managed to gather in a rare moment. his job was to ensure no one was too miserable before pearl, to ease her mind and let her focus on recovery. but as they all left, burdened by their own responsibilities shanks began to falter.

he carefully dipped the towel into the bucket of ice water, squeezing it tightly in his hand and placing it once again on her forehead. pearl softly whined, leading him to coo at her. 

“sorry beautiful, doctors orders.” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face as she shivered. pearl had always been an indomitable woman, steadfast in front of even the most devious of enemies. it was hard to really imagine this being his beautiful pearl. pale-faced and quaky, she had lost a lot of weight in her illness. all they could do was make her as comfortable as possible as they tracked down marco. the doctor could undoubtedly break the fever, and kill the stupid infection once and for all. if she had still been around then well — ah no matter, no point in thinking of avenues that he wasn't willing to go down. at least not yet. shanks was growing more and more tempted to raise gryphon once more to enact revenge that was well overdue. 

but for now he stood guard at her bedside, tending to her through the night. occasionally she broke through to consciousness, and he quickly moved to soothe her worries, gently convincing her that she was not a burden and that while he admired her devotion to him enough to die, shanks much preferred to have his wife alive. 

the door cracked open, and shanks rose his eyes to face whoever dared to intrude. only for his gaze to soften at the sight of his daughter. 

“how's mom doing?” uta asked softly, clinging to the door as she stared down pearl's slow breathing. no doubt she was overanalyzing everything and making the worst appear in that vivid mind of hers. shanks’ eyes shone in sadness as his hand reached out for her. uta's eyes watered, rushing to grab her father’s hand and collapse at his knee, burrowing her face in his lap as she began to sob. shanks sighed softly and combed his fingers through her split-toned hair. it was hard for anyone to watch their parents suffer, and while they all stayed strong it was impossible to expect perfection.

“do you..do you think she’ll live?” uta said between hiccups, looking at her sickly mother. it was hard to say, and shanks didn't want to completely wave away the possibility that they may be having a funeral rather than a celebration of her recovery. 

“you know pearl, she's a strong woman. a crafty one at that— she will do her best i'm sure of it.” he replied, hushing her cries as she desperately tried to hold back. uta felt a wetness on her head and she looked up to a sight she had never seen before. she rose to hug her father as he tightly held her close, the two continuing in their crying. never had the two dreamed to imagine that pearl would be in such a predicament, and there was feasibly nothing they could do but wait.

 it was so terribly difficult to keep their spirits up, sometimes this was warranted. 

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NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY - FLAME SEAL

characters : sabo , cornelia

warnings : kissing ? pre - established relationship , mentions of one piece spoilers for lulusia.

word count : 0.6k

authors note : welcome to a new mini series i'm doing! this is for the non sexual acts of intimacy prompts linked HERE. its mainly a way for me to keep busy at work… cuz it can get a bit boring and doing 500~ word mini-fics keeps me entertained and creative! i asked the opoc server what of my oc x canon ships they'd like to see and had people randomly pick numbers! for anyone tryna see their number based on the list? i changed the other of em AND i didn't use all of them, so gg~. flameseal won the popular vote so we start with them next is a redsong piece!

prompt : forehead or cheek kisses . . . 

the life of a revolutionary was a hard one, but fulfilling nonetheless sabo came to find. the gritty adventures, running from the law and living for the freedom. at times it was unbearable, the conditions of the missions, the threat of death— it all was such a gamble. but things made it worth it like the jubilations of the newly freed, or the realization you are a part of history. sabo had been off on a mission for a week, delicately spinning the webs of change for the world. after the revolutionary army declared war on the world government, they were busy. free time had trickled away and everyone in the higher ranks was pulling all-nighters — or so he had heard.

he adjusted his hat, brushing out his blonde hair and allowing the wind to rustle the locks before setting it back atop his head. his coat billowing in the breeze, and in that moment he felt he was on top of the world with the adrenaline of the victory still rushing in his veins. he couldn't wait to go back home, back to his bed — his , oh who was he kidding? he wanted to see cornelia. the woman had plagued his mind, constantly itching to ring her snail before he turned in for every night. he knew she wouldn't answer, and never would dream of potentially contributing to his cover being blown. after lulusia she was unwilling to take chances as he had. suffice to say he was suffering from severe cornelia withdrawals.

he had paced the ships deck about 8 times, back and forth in anticipation for those blessed words,

“land ho!”

sabo felt his enthusiasm skyrocket, walking briskly to the rail to watch the port growing closer. as they neared, he spotted the figure of friends but not of his beloved. this wasn't too shocking, cornelia was probably face first in documents. but curiously, one of the waiting bystanders raised a snail receiver to their lips… a few minutes later he watched cornelia barreling down the docks just as sabo was getting off the gangplank.

“sabbooooooo” she cried, arms opening as she rushed to greet him. he laughed, arms opening as he met her half way. his arms laced around her tightly, lifting her up as she giggled and leaned into him. he placed her down gently and smiled down at her,

“now i’m not discouraging this but i'm curious, why the warm welcome?” sabo asked, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. cornelia mirrored his smile as her hands reached to cup his cheeks and tug him down. his hand reached to steady his hat, but opted to remove it as cornelia pressed her lips to his cheek. she peppered kisses on both cheek, his forehead then his lips. sabo, being the absolute cheeky bastard he was, took the opportunity to dip her deeply, deepening the kiss in front of the entire crowd that began to hoot. he was rewarded with a squeak and her adorably flustered face when he pulled back and pulled them both upright.

she seemed to have shut down, face red and stuttering as she tried to pull herself together. the crowd waited with bated breath for her reaction. they expected her to stutter out a scolding, what they didn't expect was her grabbing his face and smashing her lips against his, this time catching sabo off guard. the crowd went wild! sabo smirked as he scooped her up, cornelia's legs automatically wrapping around his waist. the crowd hollered and cheered as their chief of staff swept away his lovely girlfriend and run off towards the base.

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Today's Seal Is: Defeated...

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cornsealia

Today's Seal Is: Onigiri

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LOVE YOU LOTS~! SHE WAS SO FUN TO DRAW

I got my art trade back from @frillsinadress and I love it so much.

And the fact she’s celebrating a successful heist is beautiful.

Fun fact, despite having stolen lots of gold and various treasures, she’s broke because she hand-makes all her clothes. The bow alone is the most expensive; it has be tear-proof, water-proof, and feel right

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squeee~ love this so much! thank you again for drawing them! ^w^

Flameseal

Sabo x Cornelia (OC)

Cornelia belongs to @frillsinadress. I love their relationship so much I needed to spend some time with them. Thank you for letting me experiment with my art with your beautiful girl 🖤

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FIRST TIME - ZARIA

characters : daria , zoro , sanji (mention) , kaido (mention)

warnings : smut.

word count : 2k

authors note : MORE ZARIA CONTENT !!! this was actually my first attempt at smut, while belle of the ball was my first full length fic! simply just adding stuff here that i had in my notes or docs!

NSFW BELOW THE CUT !!!!! ୨♡୧

she was taking a while. right beyond that door was the object of his affection. with each minute that ticked by he felt himself getting a bit restless. the two had been romancing each other for the past few months and only now had begun to dip their toes into the water of carnal passion. daria had insisted on undressing in the bathroom for whatever reason, nervously trying to hide a blush zoro still saw. 

he stood before the door nude as the day he was born. part of him was worried the pervert cook would walk in and be faced with his bare ass — cuz then zoro would actually have to kill him. his shaking hand grasps at the knob and twisting to find it locked. 

“oi, did you slip and die or something in there?” his words were soft enough to pass through the wood. a second passed and he moved the knob again when daria spoke up. 

“i'm fine— just. well.” 

“well?” he asked, curiously looking at the door as if it were her. what exactly was she doing? did she get stuck in her clothes or something? 

“im nervous.” daria muttered, causing and unseen expression on zoro's face. “daria you ran up to kaido without blinking, you are the bravest woman i know why are you—“ 

“yea but im not showing kaido my breasts!” her whiny voice traveled through and only  made a vein pop in zoro's forehead. 

“don't tell me you're backing out no-!” the door slammed opened before zoro could finish his sentence, showing her bare body to her boyfriend. 

“i am not backing out! im just nervous okay?!” she shrieked as lowley as she could, face red as a tomato and as stiff as a board. there was silence for a moment as the two stared at each other. or well— daria stared at zoro while zoro was currently in a stare-off with her boobs. her face only morphed into mortification as she realized that in her annoyance she had ripped the bandaid off. she went to close the door again but zoro's firm hand stopped its movement. 

“zoro? my eyes are up here?” she said, words shaky as a small hesitant smile lifted her lips as to how shamelessly he admires her. daria was like a geode, all firm and tough with armor, and zoro was so grateful to have seen the beauty that lie beneath that. he said nothing and let his actions do the talking, reaching to rest his hand upon her waist. in response a shiver rolled up her spine, which made him smirk as he moved his hand up and down her side. zoro gently led her from the bathroom, pulling her away and then pressing her against the wall. his body stepped closer, pressing himself against her to share their body heat. the moment made him stop, feeling the intimacy of the action. their eyes met and he leaned up to press his lips against hers, daria bending just enough to meet in the middle. the exchange of body heat soothes any prior feelings of inadequacy or loneliness that may have at one point shackled him. standing here, his second hand raising to loop around her back, he feels he no longer would ever require medicine for her warmth and skin against his own would heal any pain or injury. his hands move across the planes of her body, silently mapping out the scars that decorated her skin. they tracked her story, the journey she had taken to become the fortress that stood always at the forefront of every confrontation. like a sailor watching the stars he was guided up and down her body. he felt her go slack the moment his lips left hers, and moved to plant gentle kisses where her neck met her shoulder. 

a sigh exhaled from daria, like cracking a joint and releasing tension. no doubt this one was more pent up than anything else. her hand raised slowly to touch him, zoro putting just enough space to meet her hand with his and lead it to his heart — where she forever had resided. her fingers traced the scar that he received all those years ago, gentle and cautious. the two touched each other like they were not made of the finest and strongest of steel but rather brittle glass. 

eventually a sound outside the door made daria freeze, as zoro had continued to suck soft marks upon her skin. 

“zoro- zoro what if sanji walks in?” she said, immediately stirring a reaction from zoro. the idea of that menace gazing at this sight has his hands wrapping beneath her butt and lifting her up from the wall. daria immediately yelped and steadied herself against him, staring down at him as he effortlessly carried her. zoro felt her weight relax unto him and pride filled his heart as he carried her and tossed her upon the bed. he immediately sat between her legs, darias moving by instinct alone to curl them around his waist. staring down at her flushed and wanting made a tang of adrenaline course through him. to have someone so strong underneath him was better than beating any enemy. daria was always ensuring the crew's safety, taking hit after hit to let them see the light of the next day for better or worse. he always wanted to protect her for once, to care for her in the way she diligently did for them. daria would stiffen seeing the adoration behind his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged as he simple admired her for a moment. 

daria tilted her head, gently reaching to take his hand and kiss each knuckle before tugging him down. his arms caged her with each standing posted besides her head. 

“what's on your mind zoro?” daria asked, gazing into his eyes as if she could find the answer through them. there were too many thoughts that swirled in that brain of his, and most were of her. 

“i want — you. all of you,”

he started, as a smile formed its rightful place on her lips, “but i don't know how to start.” zoro finished as her hands cupped his face. he leaned into her palm, thumb brushing the scar under his eye. neither of them have had major experience with this. sure, they weren’t stupid — but neither really had put the effort to actually sleep around. in their eyes there were more important things. 

“then… we do what we do best. take it naturally and see what works.” daria said, shifting her hips against his. zoro nodded, regretfully sitting up and leaving the warmth of her hands. he was sure a greater warmth would find him after this *sacrifice.* pft. his hands moved slowly to the junction between her legs, carefully caressing the skin. his eyes moved from where his fingers lie to her, asking silent permission to proceed. with a nod his fingers dipped between her lips and spread them. the foreign touch made her gasp out, but she assured him quickly to keep going when she bucked her hips into his touch. 

“show me how you like it, i don't want to waste time. i just… i just want to please you.”

zoro confessed, daria nodding and moving his hand with hers to her clit. with precise motions she showed him how she typically played with herself. roronoa zoro was a quick learner, batting her hands away — earning him a playful glare — and returning his fingers to roll over the sensitive bundle of nerves. this rewarded him with a drawn out whine, her head rolling back as he took control of her pleasure with his hands alone. but the way her body moved looked delectable, with zoro leaning down to capture one of her perk nipples between his teeth. a hand grasped his head as he suckled on her breast, panting softly and eagerly as he toyed with her. zoro moved to the other as he gently pressed a finger into her hole, moving back as he inserted it to gauge her reaction. gentle motions back and forth coaxed warbles of sound from her lips as she melted atop the bed. she easily took three of his thick fingers, scissored wide to hopefully ensure their first time was anything but painful. with each motion he saw as she was pushed further and further to bliss, until she eventually went taught and let out a groan that wavered at the end. her slick spilled into his hands and in a move that defied logic he lifted his hand to his lips and licked her off his fingers. the taste fired off neurons in his brain and sent all the blood in his body to his cock and he groaned. 

he let her recover, daria whispering thank yous as she tugged him down for another lip lock. with him closer, she felt him hard against her cunt. 

“do you want to keep going?” daria asked, making zoro snort, “i should be the one asking that. how are you feeling?” daria took a moment to consider herself truthfully. and in a motion that only sent his heart ablaze she nodded, “comfortable, more than i had ever been before.”

for the nth time zoro pulled away to sit up, grabbing his hardness in his hand and lining it up with her entrance. he felt his heartbeat in his ear as he steadied himself. there was nothing to fear— this was simply them taking the next step. the pure vulnerability of the moment begged him to be cautious as he pushed into her slowly. his watchful gaze kept guard for any signs of trouble, halting when her breath hitched at the stretch. zoro was big, bigger than he knew what to do with truthfully. but when he finally fully sheathed himself within her, hip to hip, he felt that it was built for daria. he hissed as the warmth of her body for a moment overwhelmed him, feeling a shiver himself. 

“you good down there?” he taunted, feeling the air lift as she giggled and nodded. a comforting feeling blanketed the two. 

“oh shut up. ive taken bigger.” she teased back, earning a quick thrust which had her whining softly. zoro smirked down at her as he began to rock his hips back and forth, watching her digest the feelings going through her now. she swallowed as he thrusted into her in a steady pace, each motion choking her with a moan as she was pushed further and further downwards. watching her let loose, to struggle blissfully under a feeling he could control and command made his gut tighten. a curse left his lips, his hands gripping the bed sheets before they moved to grip at her plush hips. 

“zoro-! fuck, zoro keep going!” she chanted, breathless, almost as if she was in shock to what she was feeling. zoro's hand silently cupped her face, her eyes opening as the two stared down the other. he nodded softly, checking in and giving her a reminder to breathe even as he kept up his pace. she nodded back as she let out moans that sounded deeper, less strained. music to his ears. 

a pressure in his gut pulled especially hard making him bend to press his forehead against her sternum. he rutted against her as he chased that feeling, judging by the sounds coming from daria — she was running right beside him. an overwhelming feeling washed over him that shook his thighs as he came inside of her, slamming harshly against her a final time. the sound of her voice pitched to a loud scream as she tumbled with him, words and ramblings following close after. 

he relaxed against her, their panting filling the room. he adjusted himself to look at her, marveling at how fucked out she looked. 

“why am i…so damn tired? i didn’t even do anything.” she muttered, a giggle clipping her words. zoro chuckled back as he shrugged, moving his hands to wrap around her waist and lean his body weight against hers. 

“a lot of chances for you to do something next time, don't worry.” zoro remarked as she laughed and hugged her arms around him. the warmth of her sturdy arms were just what he needed, like the sauna after a good workout.

[frillsinadress]

THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL

characters : daria , zoro , hiyori , robin.

warnings : sad angst, self hating

word count : 1.2 k

authors note : i am infamouse for my angst - its just what i do ! so enjoy some of my lighter content skjfkbnrlskf daria and zoro is such a near and dear ship.. let zoro live w his 7' tall gfmsfujds. set during wano - even tho i never watched wano. eat my jorts if smth is wrong.

“i think you should know— brook said he saw zoro and hiyori-san sleeping together once.” came the quiet hushed words of robin that shattered the once perfectly peaceful day. daria had been mid step, the words barely faltering her stride as the two walked side by side. the group was traveling back to their little hideout, and daria as usual had taken the front of the line to ensure her crew’s safe return. her stopping would cause an alarm, so she kept going. robin watched her expression, darias eyes locked in front of her. she knew robin did not mean any harm in her words— quite the opposite actually — but boy did they shake her mind up. 

had she misread something? missed a cue and lost track of the plot? daria was sur- no certain that her and zoro had been too bound to duty to ever get entangled in a relationship. hell the two had spoken about it several times before, and zoro had thrown the idea of romance right in the curly browed cooks face. 

all the promises, their endless trust of one another, the way they wordlessly covered each other in combat like perfect cogs in the machine. did she read too much into things? 

her stomach twisted, to the point it actually hurt. the walk was blanketed in silence as robin placed a gentle hand upon her shoulder, knowing the battle she was currently engaged in. daria had always been so set in her own ideas to the point where she had no idea how to properly handle such a shift. she never had time for boys or anything! so did she have any right to feel angry or sad that someone had taken the chance? 

she was broken from her little mind skirmish by the sight of their base, letting out a rattled sigh in relief as everyone started to get settled in. 

“if you’d like, we can have a girls night? like we used to hm? i think nami has managed to procure some of that oil you liked.” robin offered softly, genuinely wanting to ease the worry that was clearly shaking the younger girl mentally. daria handled the brunt of many on her shoulders, and now this was another weight for her to carry. daria smiled softly and nodded, wordlessly offering her arm to robin to take for the two to walk back to the girls rooms. 

opening the shoji door revealed the current person that tormented daria’s mind and she felt the floor give out under her. guilt twisted in her gut alongside feelings of sadness and anger. hiyori was stunning. her throat closed as she practically gaped at the girl who looked flushed, 

“oh im sorry! i was told i would be staying with you all, is that alright? did you need the room?” 

robin was about to speak when daria quacked out a reply, works feeling like barbed wire against her tongue, 

“not at all! i was just leading robin back so i could go on recon before bed!” 

robin gave her a side eye, full of concern and confusion but daria shrugged her off. her hand rose to unclasp her holster and slipped the magnificent dawn breaker off her back. 

“do you mind holding onto this for me?” she asked softly, passing robin her greatsword as her friend nodded and took it.

daria turned, and quietly walked out of the perimeter of the base and into the surrounding forest before she could hear anymore. her pace was steady, letting the breeze attempt to comfort her with gentle caresses that cooled her raging mind. for once she let herself try and digest the food in her mind. 

zoro and her had always been honest with one another - or as much the two could anyways. the deeper darker thoughts that plagued them were spilled via the clashing of swords, running through drills to smooth over the wounds from the mistakes of the past. she had always expected their bond would remain as strong as it had. maybe it still had? maybe he had done it out if pity? no, no zoro was not the one for pity or false kindness. 

the sights around her picked up as she then turned the spotlight onto herself. was she the problem? clearly zoro had ended up changing his decision to stay vigilant to only the duty of his dream. so then why hiyori, someone he had met only recently? hiyori was like a breath of fresh air on a hot summer day, the kind of person that made you feel at ease just by looking at her. and on top of that, hiyori was kind from what she had heard. 

as if on cue, the world around her blurred into a mess as her pace picked up to a run, her chest's tightness finally caving under the shaking as a sharp whimper left her lips. a blink of her eyes and tears were falling, leaving shiny tracks in their wake. her heartbeat raced and each beat matched the thrumming of her feet against the dirt. she stumbled over the tightness of her kimono, quickly grabbing at one of the edges and holding it up as she booked it further and further from their base. 

as memories raced in her mind, it did what it did best and hyper analyzed each scene — each interaction. this only pushed her further and further down the line of hysteria as she felt everything speeding up with no end of stopping. 

the steady pace was broken by a cracked hiccup, pushing the once impenetrable fortress that was daria off her feet and crashing into the earth. once one thing had broken the rhythm everything did. she beat her hand into the dirt, trying to silence her pitiful sounds of sobbing as she tried to scramble for any chance of recovery. nothing felt right, nothing made sense! she felt achy, lost and exhausted, weighted down as if she once again wore sea stone. this was not something she wanted to deal with, clutching at her hair and curling into herself. her mind rushed through so many thoughts she felt it was going to explode. and the worst part was that it made sense! 

it made sense as to why zoro would choose hiyori. the two seemed like a match made in heaven if she took a look at any trope in any romance novel or play! always the dainty princess with the brooding protector. it made no sense for two fighters to find anything but a sense of camaraderie in their world. she was stupid! so so painfully stupid to ever think that her and zoro would’ve ever had a chance! she was a fool to think anyone would ever wait years for her, especially when other better options lie elsewhere. she thrashed about, trying to grab at the invisible enemy that threatened her peace but there was none. of course there wasnt. she had no right to be angry at something she had no claim to. daria bowed her head to the earth, pleading and begging for it to take her suffering. 

in the game of life — the winner had taken it all, and daria had lost in playing by the rules. 

[frillsinadress]

CONFESSIONS : REDSONG

characters : akagami no shanks , pearl belon , benn beckman , captain aoi (oc) , sakazuki (mentioned)

warnings : fluff , confessions , drinking , slight mentions of slavery

word count : 1k 

authors note : OKAY i am slowly posting my drabbles from the opoc world discord server run by beloved moot @discordantwritings ! this is one of the first i cooked up for my oc x shanks ship!

the two were drunk again- a phrase beckmen was slowly getting used to saying alongside calling his captain a drunkard. ever since the red haired pirates had become acquainted with the song pirates it seems the crew’s ability to party doubled. everyday was a grand show with live music and copious amounts of booze- and at the helm of it all were them. 

pearl was a showy woman, beautiful and charming. her looks alone caught shanks like a fish deprived of food. one would’ve thought the two would simply be a careful fling, simply looking for the company of someone beautiful or powerful and move on. but they kept meeting, over and over. pearl wasn't a bad person, quite the opposite. their first meeting with the song pirates was pearl freeing a field of slaves and ushering them onto her ship.

he knew something between them was brewing. with too many longing gazes when the other wasn't looking and the way they simply giggled ‘one more dance wouldn't hurt’ and swayed to the beat for minutes that turned into hours. beckmen was sure at first it was all superficial,  when he caught pearl tenderly caring to shanks when he was experiencing a bout of phantom pain, whispering soothing words that eventually boiled into genuine, vulnerable talk he began to wonder if the seas most famous womanizer would eventually be anchored down.

but tonight merriment continued. pearl and shanks were elbow locked, twirling and whirling about the deck. her crew were personally celebrating a massive victory in freeing several slaves. no doubt the entire grand line would hear them! 

shanks laughed, tugging pearl to sit atop his knee after almost six songs of straight dancing. pearl shared in the joy, leaning into him immediately and gracefully taking the tankard of some random alcohol he had handed her before taking his own. with a quick clink the two set to drinking. 

“what a day!” she said with eager excitement, looking at shanks as he looked out at the crew. 

“i’ve never seen my men this merry, you’ve truly cast a spell on them *siren songstress of the sea.~*” shanks teased as she rolled her eyes and playfully scoffed. 

“blame your men for being so easily swayed!” she said, sighing happily at the noise and energy that surrounded her. the two kept their tankards filled and their smiles bright. as the night raged on the two were absorbed in a conversation raging between them and their peers about which marine admiral they could beat in a race. pearl was white girl wasted, leaning against shanks and practically melting. hell he wasn't much better.

“pearl, my pearl you truly are something, challenging that evil sakazuki!” shanks said sloppily, nuzzling his cheek against her own.  pearl had proudly declared herself the winner of the hypothetical marathon. 

“because! if i were to win and he got angry i know my emperor would swoop into save me!” she giggled back as shanks nodded and then loudly enough for his voice to travel said,

“i would never let that - that *brute* lay a hand on you, my love! mine alone, id make sure you’re the safest woman the world has ever seen.” as he spoke he began to pepper kisses across pearls soft skin, causing her to yelp and laugh at the sudden affection. the two had never passed heavy petting, and suddenly this was welcomed. 

“no one— shall hurt my woman, the one i love.” shanks rambled, his words slurring as he moved to press kisses across her face. pearl felt her heart race at his confession, panic lacing her hands as she gently tried to push him off. his lips touched dangerously near where that heinous scar lie— something she feared he would see and find repulsive. she whined softly as his lips moved, the tankard he once held discarded to hold her cheek with such delicacy that her heart was at war. 

his lips brushed against her right socket and he froze, pulling back to stare at her. this was it, he would shove her off his knee and leave. but then he brushed her bangs from her face and pressed his lips firmly against her eyelid. she gasped, freezing up until he began to speak.

“like this, that captain aoi. he should count to ever lucky star, pray to every god — simply cuz of your mercy. i wish you’d let me handle him for you. i'd bring him to your feet and let you watch as i behead him for hurting you.” he confessed, words that soothed the pain that coursed through her. his words while in a drunken stupor were genuine, he always was. she pushed his head back and her hands reached up to grab his face and smash her lips against his. shanks eagerly reciprocated, wrapping his arm firmly around her waist. her arms linked behind his neck as a chorus of cheers erupted from around them. they had been wondering if this song and dance was ever going to amount to anything. 

the light and music kept up into the early night, but eventually lulled into more natural beauty as many headed to bed. pearl found herself joining shanks, immediately face

planting drunkenly upon his mattress with shanks almost smothering her into the pillows. the hangover the next day was miserable, and the day had begun with a fresh clear morning. 

pearl and her crew were set to go towards another island as per their typical schedule, and once the ships were ready to depart she met him on the plank between their ships. her graceful hands rested at her hips and she beamed at him. 

“you love me?” pearl started, 

“i do.”

“and you mean it?”

“every word.”

“okay.”

“okay?”

“mhm.”

“well then my love, until next time?”

“of course, i already miss you.” pearl finished, taking the pocket watch that had her vivre card and kissed it gently before turning and stepping onto her ship. she turned to wave him off as the ships split apart. but as he watched them go he swore he heard the familiar girlish squeals of pearl and her crew as they no doubt celebrated the new relationship.

[frillsinadress]

BEAUTIFUL ART~!!! LOVE FLAMESEALLLL

Sabo and Cornelia, aka FLAMESEAL!

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[frillsinadress]

THE BELLE OF THE BALL!

character : sabo , cornelia , unnamed npcs.

warnings : public sex, exhibitionism, unknowing observer, marking, biting, possessiveness

word count : 3.7k 

authors note : wowow first time writhing for sabo ! part of my flameseal ship! im also kinda shaky with writing nsfw??? this is probably my longest nsfw fic ever - AND MY AMAZING MOOT @loganwritesprobably wrote a spectacular pt2 for a trade we are doing~! check that out once its posted righhttt here as well!

NSFW BELOW THE CUT !!!! ୨♡୧

“if you step on my toes again i fear i wont ever walk again my love.” 

“oh shut up you’ve got years of practice!” 

sabo laughed as he guided cornelia in the waltz. in preparation for an infiltration the two needed to have their dance skills perfected. sabo was painfully galant in his dancing while cornelia hobbled about like a blind cat without its tail. they had been going at it for the past hour, and while her dancing had improved she still was wonky.

“i actually forgot most of my dance training from when i was a child,” sabo corrected as he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her slowly yet carefully to ease her confidence in the move, “i relearned most of it from ivankov.” 

she glanced at him wistfully as he lifted her up with such ease. his past was not a kind one, every day she wished to repave his future for every bad thing that happened to him. he placed her down and extended her outwards before she twirled back into his arms. 

“lets hope you can rub off on me somehow.” she commented between grit teeth, returning her hands to the proper position. another turn here, and extended twirl there - and eventually the scene melted into one more grander.

music blared and laughter mingled with every instrument as the two were no longer alone and amongst a crowd of several couples. the two were dressed to the nines, a heavy blue gown perfectly complimented sabo's regal suit. 

the angel keep ball was one of high notoriety, a major event for not only the world government but the marines. it was a show of power and wealth of the celestial dragons, with several of the strongest families being present. as a result, the security was so airtight that this was the first time in its 100 year history that the revolutionary army had managed to get a chance at infiltration. high ranking marines patrolled, and several of them were able to mingle in with the guest list. anyone of power, or rank, managed to find themselves in the crowd.

all was going well, thankfully the rouse was playing perfectly. cornelia was princess miamore cadenza and sabo duke luther marshal. they had managed to easily slip into several conversations and extract so much information cornelia felt like she wanted to jump for joy at each sentence. it felt too easy. cornelia had amassed quite the web of connections, honestly shocking sabo as he spoke to several of the lords and dukes across the ballroom. it seemed that every time he glanced over, a new person was speaking to her. a constant crowd was following her, enraptured by her very presence. 

the two waltzed whenever they could, finding the other and congregating whenever they saw the other pulled onto the dance floor. but it seemed as the night progressed that her dance card was growing awfully crowded.

“i must say, you are impressive. i fear i may have to fight off the flock of suitors by the end of the night.” he teased as he smoothly spun her around. cornelia rolled her eyes and smiled at a couple as they passed by. it seemed her time was not the only thing he had to fight for, even when she was in his arms her attention was deviated away from him. 

sabo would not lie and pretend he wasnt a jealous man. typically he was comfortable in his relationship with her, and most of his more jealous antics were born of possessive nature rather than insecurities. but he watched her eyes glancing at her reflection in the mirror, the way her eyes widened as big as saucers when they first entered in, how animated she was about how fancy the room was. as much as he hated to admit it, she was dazzled by the luxury this world offered. cornelia in the past had mentioned the allure of certain luxuries, always admiring the beautiful architecture, the flowing gowns sparkling like a firework with gemstones. she hated the society, spat on the name of it every time she could find someone willing to listen. but the fashion always appealed to her, and her dreams had come true this night. the costume department true had gone above and beyond with their attires. sabo felt like he truly was the man he impersonated, his suit felt heavy with imported expensive fabrics and painstakingly detailed embroidery. it all was so perfect it made him the target of several ladies. but his eyes could only find her

his breath was stolen each and every time he had the privilege to take in her appearance. he felt like a poor beggar beside the magnificence of her beauty. the dark navy gown was glimmering with dainty gemstones, a corset hugged her figure and cut perfectly to compliment her body. her hair was plaited with extensions to make a night sky of weaved locks and every accessory seemed painful in its perfection; as if made for her in specific. 

cornelia felt sabos arm wrap around her waist in preparation for the big lift , her hands by memory alone moved to stable her against him as he swept her off her feet with ease. a beautiful smile graced her painted lips as the scene seemed to slow in order for her to truly relish the feeling. her dress fluttered in the perfect waves, her hair danced with the air in such a way it seemed staged. all eyes seemed to land on her as her head peaked above the rest in the lift. he carefully placed her down, keeping his arm around her waist as he smoothly dipped her. his body followed her, and he could see the emotions that had been brewing behind his eyes.

“i fear i may be forced to rip the dress thats been keeping your attention - if only to pull it onto me in ire.” sabo sweetly said, watching her expression falter as a soft gasp left her lips. his lips brushed against hers, her eyes fluttering softly but he pulled them both up before they could make contact. 

“i fear action is the only way to successfully garner my attention, ive been handed so many flowered words i could open my own imperial gardens” cornelia replies cooly, spinning away into the arms of another partner. sabo watched in challenge as his beloved prize danced off. a smile was shot towards the noble lady that he was paired with for this turn, engaging in easy conversation that was filled with empty words. the two groups met together, and he had the chance to whisper a few words into her ear. 

“we should slip away after this to check the rooms of the nobles. they’re finally drunk enough.”

the plan went just as well as one would predict. the two had checked five rooms before he had her pressed against a wall. his lips attacked hers with the fever of a raging fire, wishing to consume her whole. he wanted to demolish her right there and parade her about the manor if only to show the entire house that while they could undress her with their eyes - he would only ever be the one to own such an opportunity.

his lips moved from hers, descending slowly down her face to her jaw and then the soft skin of her neck. she gently tried to pry him off, whining softly as her hands planted against his chest. 

“sabo- sabo don’t leave any marks we still have hours left to this damned party!” she scolded, his lips freezing and moving so his eyes could cheekily meet hers. she recognized that look — loki incarnate and her expression challenged him curiously. his grin brightened and he peeled himself off her and took her hand, turning and hastily running down the hall with her in tow. 

she could barely get a word in, almost crashing into him when he stopped to peek out down another hall. he sneakily led her into a secluded garden, his excitement brightening when he spotted it. the lavish garden was something to gawk at, beautiful lush greenery framed the entire scene and a stunning fountain filled the silence. sabo led her to a side couch, gently seating her onto it to her confusion. his gloved hand raised to cup her cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. 

“you told me i couldn't leave any marks because they’d be seen, so ill be making marks where no one will.” he said gleefully as he bent down to take her skirt in his hands. he caught her gaze as he did so, ensuring she was fully onboard with the idea. he watched the idea roll about in her brain, her cheeks reddening as the idea processed. eventually she nodded, earning a tsk as his playful gaze sharpened. realizing her mistake she meekly smiled. 

“fine. i’ll allow it.” cornelia said softly, watching as his expression melted once more.

“i’ll make you sing so sweetly, my angel of music~” he teased as he lifted her skirt up, excitement pooling into his words. at this moment a voice was heard, leading to sabo throwing the large skirt up and crawling under. she gasped and helped secure and splay the fabric to cover him. 

a familiar face peaked out from behind some shrubbery, a gallant man she had danced with before. cornelia could easily recall his accent, sounding like a neighboring kingdom to dressrosa. if she were any younger she would’ve swooned simply by catching the handsome mans gaze but now he felt — mediocre. 

“your majesty? are you by your lonesome?” he asked, curiosity mixed with concern as he approached with a smile. cornelia mirrored it, as he spoke she tried to recall his name. duke dante was it? something with a d no doubt.

“your grace— yes i am! how are you?” she replied smoothly, placing her hands daintily on her lap. she could feel sabo's head roughly under her skirts buried under the impossibly heavy dress. with how easily he hid under her skirt and how unnoticeable it was, she would have to interrogate ivankov. this was no doubt one of his schemes…

“better now that i caught you,” the duke spoke, taking a seat beside her. his gloves hand moved and in reaction so did cornelias. he grasped her hand gently and placed a kiss upon her knuckles. “i wanted to express my deepest admiration for you, your highness.”

cornelia felt sabo shift under her skirt, his hands grasping her legs under the knees and spread them open. her face faltered a bit, and she opened her fan to fan herself demurely, shyly hiding behind the lace as if she were blushing at his comment and not the fact her boyfriend was opening her legs unbeknownst to her company. 

the fanning seemed to work to keep the dukes attention on her, his eyes staring deeply at her. unfortunately her gaze was not sharing the same depth. 

“you speak with such elegance, i can sense a mind greater than all those beautiful swans in the dance hall.” that honestly made her shocked, she was expecting him to simply admire her beauty. to be complimented on her wits was nice. her smile grew genuine, chuckling softly.

“why thank you. conversation comes easy when its about the arts - or politics. my life has always been surrounded by such, my father thinks it tarnishes my beauty.” she lied through her painted lips, watching as the dukes expression turned into one of scandal. 

“nonsense! if anything, it elevates you as a bachelorette! your beauty is like a flower, your mind is the trap. and if i may be so bold - you’ve had me entrapped.” he added a wink, which made her laugh. she closed the fan and tapped it against her nose gently. his expression relaxed, and he looked about the gardens. a shudder ran up her spine as she felt a pair of lips press against the meat of her thighs. sabo's warmed lips mapped the skin he so frequently traveled, until his teeth found purchase around one of the lace garters she had worn. it was pulled off her skin, and a gloved finger slipped under to pull down the delicate lace. she held back a sarcastic roll of her eyes as sabo no doubt was employing every tactic to make his presence a permanent frontline fighter in her mind. 

unfortunately it was working. the dukes gaze returned to her and she felt her heart skip a beat when sabo's lips returned to their act of marking her skin. he truly wished to make truth in his previous statement. and while cornelia was more than happy to oblige, she wished duke whateverhisnamewas would leave so she could enjoy it. the soft sound of suction was thankfully hidden by the sound of the fountain and the distant music so she simply could enjoy until sabo had his fill. 

“why, pray tell, have i not seen you at these soirées before?” the duke asked softly, making cornelia sigh deeply. 

“my debut is actually this season, i have been quite hidden as of late.” she admitted, her expression darkening with sorrow of hidden mystery. the duke sought her gaze, empathy deep within them.

“is something the matter? a beautiful flower such as yourself should not have been left in the dark.” his concern was waved off, shaking her head as she dismissed it. the comment seemed to have pricked a nerve, feeling sabos teeth sink into her skin. she narrowly hid the gasp behind a cough, gently holding a hand to her chest. her leg kicked him and she cursed under her breath. 

“oh my! are you alright?” the duke cried in worry, a hand upon her shoulder in hopes to soothe her. corneliq nodded and shifted back softly, opening her fan and airing herself as she cleared her throat. 

“yes, i apologize. as you were saying?” she pushed the conversation as sabo marked his territory further, small nips mixed deliciously with the suckling — spurred on by her attempts to quell him. 

“i was — inquiring about your late debut, but its no worry. if i may ask you of your hobbies my dear?” my dear? his heightened familiarity was a bit annoying, but she bit her tongue. the conversation went on, with cornelia failing to really be an active part of it. it was becoming more and more difficult to pay attention the longer the act persisted, feeling his breath or the tickle of his hair against her clothed groin made her yearn for more. a shuddered breath made sabos lips form a smirk as his head raised to her little lace panties. 

sabo would have to personally thank the costume department for her dressage, knowing they dolled her up to get a reaction from him. the sight before him was glorious, the bruising of her pale skin, the bite marks that littered amongst them and added depth. all of this framed by beautiful black lace that covered her most sensitive bits. he could see the dampness that was forming and he sighed dreamily. it was so perfect, it was almost a shame he would be tearing them. he snagged the lace between his teeth, and used the tiniest bit of haki to snap the fabric.

his gloved fingers brushed up her legs and cupped her lips softly. using his thumbs he spread her apart with utmost care, like a florist opening petals of a flower. sabo was naturally warm, but right now his skin felt scorching. cold air cupped her exposed skin, brushed away by the soft blow of warm air sabo blew at her glistening pearl. he marveled at how the sweet bundle of nerves twitched in eagerness. it was a shame he couldn’t see her face he mused to himself as he grasped her legs and hooked them over his shoulders. 

her fan had kept up a steady beat of cool air against her face as cornelia continued her conversation, trying her damned best to keep up appearances. her cheeks were painted with a bright red, blood rushing to her face and her eyes grew more dazed and hazy. the duke seemed to grow increasingly worried at her flushed state, but kept conversation flowing to not bring any shame to her attention. this worry only bolstered when she let out a series of coughs, a groan leaving her lips as she seemed to curl into herself. her fan hid her face, hiding desperately the way she bit her lip and tried to stop her body from shaking the moment she felt sabos lips against her clit. her gut twisted and she felt a deep jolt within her as he sucked deeply against the button of nerves.

her sweet slick flooded into his mouth, eagerly drinking her essence like it was the sweetest most delectable wine. on occasion he gave mercy to her, pulling back his assault so she could reply to the duke. and oh was the view truly … something — the sight of her clear arousal highlighted the bruised markings of her quaking thighs.

“i apologize your - ah - grace! in truth, the reason for my - my late debut is due to a illness. you see - i am rather frail. it is why i sought solace in the gardens to recover some energy.” cornelia said between pants, her hands pressing against her lap, unfortunately the crinoline barred her from being able to properly feel sabo under her. in a way it only heightened the tension that brewed in the interaction. she was powerless to stop him, and he could do as he pleased. 

the duke nodded in understanding, immediately standing with a bit of embarrassment written on his features. “my sincere apologies for bothering you as you recovered! i do hope to see you during your calling hours then. or - tomorrow? at the second day?” he spoke, hoping to see her once more. cornelia nodded her head furiously, trying to lift a shaky smile to her lips as another wave of pleasure wracked her body. the duke bowed at the waist and made his way out, cornelias eyes following him until she no longer could hear his footsteps.

once confirming he indeed was away, cornelia relaxed. the ability to relish in the pleasure that was washing over her seemed only to intensify them. she grit her teeth in a failed attempt to stifle her sounds of pleasure. a soft nip to her clit pried them open with a yelp, 

“sorry-! ah~ sabo! god dammit you cheeky bastard!” she scolded, even if her words held no point. her eyes fluttered closed as he devoured her like a starving man, his tongue occasionally falling from her clit to the entrance of her hole. since the time the two had to engage in carnal acts of

pleasure were few and far between, it wasn't hard to work her up. her body had gone long without his touch, making her more receptive and sensitive. 

cornelia whimpered and cursed when she felt sabo's lips leave her, feeling her mind suddenly empty with only thoughts of him as she begged for him to return. his fingers prodded her hole in reward for her “patience”, softly circling the entrance as sabo blew against her clit. he watched with admiration as her hips bucked towards his hands. the choked desperate sounds that sang from her lips only egged him on. sabo truly was at a standstill, on one hand he could have mercy on her soul - but on the other? he could keep her wound up, make her feel the yearning that had plagued him all night.

but that wouldn’t be fair, would it? sabo wanted to drown her in pleasure because he could. no one else would ever get this sight, this taste, these sounds, and it made him so eager to please her. he hissed softly at the tightness in his pants, knowing he had worked himself up. no matter, that could come later. he had more pressing concerns. 

anything he said would be muddled so he kept his attention on his actions rather than words. his lips returned to torturing the bundle of nerves as his gloved finger sank into her warm hole. the sound this action rewarded him had him bucking into nothing, the most desperate moan sounding from her lips. 

“i— i can’t sabo! it's too much!” cornelia whined, already feeling the pressure of pleasure threaten to crash over her. she gripped the fabric of her dress and felt herself teetering on the edge of a steep cliff, left to flail about in uncertainty. she felt a gloved hand rest itself upon her womb, applying reassuring force which rocked her into the deep dark void which consumed her. 

torn apart at the seams, cornelia melted into nothingness when met with her own crashing orgasm. sabo felt her thighs clamped around his head, trapping both his hand and mouth against her. stuck, he helped ride her through her ruthless waves until she seemed to settle. he waited until the final tremors ceased in her thighs before carefully freeing himself and slipping out from under her skirt.

cheeks red, eyes glossy and chest panting, such was the sight of cornelia. her eyes, wide and glazed like a newborn doe, sought him and immediately watered. his expression faltered and he rushed to sit at her side, collecting her wobbly body against him. 

“hey, hey- are you alright?“ he cooed softly, brushing her hair from her face and behind her ear. she shook her head in affirmation and simply burrowed deeper into his chest. he chuckled lowly, and adjusted her to rest more comfortably. tender care was a necessity, something to settle her erratic mind after such intense emotions. trusting another with control always left her scattered— even if she trusted him wholeheartedly. he planted a kiss to her forehead and smiled down at her. 

“so - you and the duke?”

he grunted as he felt a sharp jab cut his next sentence, wincing out an apology for his words as she settled against him once more. 

THE END!

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Reunited

A special something I wrote for @frillsinadress of Shanks and her OC Pearl! Enjoy my lovely..

Content/Warnings: Shanks/OC, OC crew, fluff, soft!Shanks, smut, anniversary celebration, public sex, oral (f!receiving), raw sex, pull out, breast worship

To say their relationship had been anything but normal would be an understatement. Pearl and Shanks were powerhouses on the ocean in their own rights, even if you don’t factor in their relationship, and when they came together it was like a tornado meeting a tsunami, a true force to be reckoned with. It’d been over three years since they’d gotten together now, and finally the two of them were able to get together to celebrate.

Pearl jumped aboard the red force, greeting the various crew members as she passed them, leaving them with her crew to secure the boats together for a while. It was their anniversary, a special occasion, and they deserved some real time together for once. Shanks emerged from the belly of the ship, arm extended for his lover, and in a show of girlish love for her partner, Pearl picked up her pace and ran toward him, allowing Shanks to lift her up from her feet to spin her around with ease, his strength on clear show. They laughed together, bringing a lighter feeling to the air around them. Pearl leaned down and pressed her lips gently against Shanks’, grinning all the while.

“My treasure.” Shanks said softly, hardly pulling away to speak, his lips still brushing against hers as he spoke. He couldn’t bear parting with her anymore than he strictly had to.

“Hey, handsome.” She replied, pressing another gentle kiss against his lips.

And everything was right in the world again.

They spent the day catching up with each other’s crews, spending time together, telling stories of their adventures all while Pearl and Shanks were glued to each other’s sides. It’d been too long, there was nothing on hell nor Earth that could make them part now, before they absolutely had to. As evening rolled around, and the crews became rowdier, eating food and drinking ale, Shanks whisked Pearl away on a small rowboat, to get away from all the noise and rowdiness. Pearl rowed, much to Shanks’ frustration, but at least that meant he got to admire her. His woman. He'd claimed her years ago, and now he has the privilege of being her's in return. There'd been many partners across his life, but none held a candle to his treasure.

“You've told me to row but you've not told me where we're going.” Pearl said with a laugh, nudging Shanks with her foot to snap him out of his stupor, which made him shake his head as if shaking the cobwebs from his brain.

“You'll see. Just keep going in this direction. Have a little faith, dearest.” 

“Do you know where we're going?” Pearl asked with a raised brow, quickly glancing around but still seeing little else except their ships, anchored and tied together in the middle of the ocean.

“Yes, I do. Just keep rowing. You will see.”

And see she did.

Finally, after another ten minutes of rowing, they unexpectedly hit land. She continued pushing until the rowboat was successfully embedded in the sand so it wouldn't be washed away by the waves, then allowed Shanks to help her from the boat, pulling her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

“You really did know where we were going.” Pearl commented and Shanks just sighed, reaching out to haul her up and lifted her over his shoulder. Pearl shrieked and laughed, kicking out with protests.

“If you're going to keep being mean..” Shanks just trailed off and began walking deeper into the abandoned island, Pearl settling on his shoulder purely because she was quite happy to not have to walk after rowing the entire way to the island.

Shanks pushed through bushes and tree branches, careful not to let anything hit Pearl, until he found the spot he’d been looking for. He wasn’t lost, honestly. Mostly. He gently set his lover down, but quickly wrapped his arm around her head to cover her eyes.

“It’s worth it, just hold on and walk with me, love.” He urged, and though she sighed Pearl was grinning, and willing to follow ahead with whatever Shanks was planning. He guided her carefully, stepping awkwardly together and laughing all the while. She never laughed quite as much with anyone else like she did with Shanks. Finally, Shanks stopped and Pearl stumbled slightly, knocking back into his chest.

“Are you ready?” Shanks whispered against her ear, and after that Pearl was certainly ready for something. Pearl nodded and Shanks removed his arm, allowing her to see where he’d taken them.

The island was gorgeous, and Shanks had led her into a clearing in the woods that reflected that. The trees had grown oddly, like there had previously been an object between them that forced them to grow around it, but now it had been removed so there was a perfect window through the foliage that showed the moon shining against the inky waves of the ocean.

“This place is beautiful.” Pearl murmured, taking a few steps from her partner to really take it in. Clearly Shanks had been here before the two had met up, because there was a blanket on the ground and lanterns hung around the clearing that he now took to lighting with some matches he’d pulled from the pack of food they’d brought.

“So are you.” Shanks replied, and Pearl could only laugh, sitting down on the soft blanket at her feet, slipping off her shoes for more comfort.

“All these years, and you’ve still got it.” Pearl said as she reached for her partner, pulling him down to the ground to sit beside her.

The couple sat and ate together, reminiscing of the years they���d spent together. The atmosphere was light and easy, and all the words flowing with only love to be shared. Three whole years, and so many more to come. They had so much in front of them, including the dawn of the world, that they both knew was coming. 

Shanks leaned in and pressed a slow, languid kiss to Pearl’s lips.

“I love you.” He murmured, brushing Pearl’s hair behind her ear.

“I love you too, handsome.” She responded, taking his hand in her own. It was sweet and sappy and it was them. The moments like this were few and far between, so they had to take advantage of the time that they had now. Taking advantage of that also meant using the privacy they’d managed to take care of some more primal desires. It took no extra temptation, no verbal request, and certainly no pleading for Shanks to gently push Pearl backward to lay on the ground, his cloak that had been discarded some hours ago pulled beneath her hair to keep it free from dirt. Shanks’ eager hand explored his lover’s body, teasing and light, watching as she grew increasingly wanting. 

“Don’t tease.” She said, reaching out to tangle her fingers in his hair. She pulled Shanks down for another deep kiss, bending her leg at the knee to press up against his crotch where he was already hard, and Pearl couldn’t help smirking.

“Missed you so much, love.” He mumbled, finally putting his desires into action. Shanks kissed from her lips across her face and down to her jaw, then further downward to her neck where he couldn’t help nipping and sucking, leaving a few dark marks on her skin to show ownership. They were separated so often, and he couldn’t have anyone thinking she was in any way available. Pearl lay below him, hands searching his skin and beginning to unbutton his shirt for further access to his godly body, breathing out in soft pants.

They were so familiar with each other’s bodies, a type of familiarity that only came from years of love, years of being given the chance to explore and memorise. Shanks continued his pursuit downward and deftly unbuttoned Pearl’s shirt to gain access to her breasts. He made quick work of her bra and tossed it behind him onto the blanket to stay clean, and then there was nothing else in his way to stop him. Leaning against his shoulder, his hand reached for one nipple, rolling it between his fingers and gently pulling, and when Pearl gasped out a breathy moan, he took the other into his mouth, sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it, if only to hear more of her precious sounds. While she wanted to return the favour, Pearl quickly paused her attempts to allow Shanks to do as he pleased, unable to attempt to pleasure him with his hand and mouth on her body like that. 

Though, Shanks was usually patient and dedicated when it came to his lover’s pleasure, with so long spent apart he had far less patience to spare, and quickly moved on and down her body further, urging Pearl upward so he could remove her bottoms to get to her core, finding her underwear already wet for him.

“I’ll do it properly after this, promise, just need to feel you.” He mumbled from where he knelt before her, her legs on his shoulders so he could press kisses to the soft skin, nipping gently to leave small red marks behind.

“Please, Shanks.” She urged, far needier and impatient than usual, eager for him to fill her up and pleasure her in the way that only he could.

In an impulsive move, Shanks leaned down and took Pearl’s underwear in his teeth, not tugging them down but rather tearing them, giving him the easiest access he could get. Pearl gasped, body shuddering at the bizarre show of strength and desire, her pussy only growing wetter.

“You look so fucking gorgeous like this. Don’t know how I kept my hands off you so long.”

“Then stop waiting.” Pearl urged, and with a shit eating grin, Shanks used her legs over his shoulders to pull her closer and dove into her pussy like a man starved, pushing his tongue inside her for just a small taste of her, then moving to her clit to bring her pleasure. Pearl moaned loudly, arms raised to grip the fabric beneath her head, thighs tightening around Shanks’ head but rather than making him stop, the increased pressure only made Shanks moan against her clit, furthering Pearl’s pleasure in return. 

Even the temptation of his lover’s sweet taste couldn’t keep Shanks’ attention for long however, with the primary purpose of pressing his tongue to her heat being to make her wet enough to take him. He gently lowered Pearl to the ground and tugged down his own trousers just to his knees to reveal his hard, aching dick, red at the tip and leaking slowly. He spat into his palm and coated his length with the wetness, and then finally pressed himself against her. Both softly groaned, and Pearl wrapped her legs around Shanks’ waist, her fingers already seeking his hair to grip it tightly. Their lips crashed together again, Pearl able to taste herself on her lover’s lips and tongue, and it only made her more desperate to take him inside.

“Fuck me, darling. Please, fuck me.” She panted against his lips, and as much as a tease as Shanks may be, that wasn’t a request he could deny. He took his dick in hand and lined his tip with her entrance, and then pushed inside her in one slow movement.

Both moaned, finally connected in the most sensual way, and Pearl couldn’t help tugging at Shanks’ hair, urging him onward.

“Don’t stop, fuck me, I’m not fragile.” She grunted, and with a soft, airy laugh, Shanks obeyed. He was powerless to do anything else for his girl. So he fucked her. He moved fast and hard, slamming his hips against hers, fulfilling the need they both had to orgasm together, to find pleasure in the other and it took just minutes for the two of them to find the peak they were seeking, Pearl loudly moaning his name and then Shanks pulling out to cum over her stomach, always careful because of the dangerous lives they led.

“One of these days, I’m gonna marry you.” Shanks mumbled into Pearl’s hair while they lay wrapped up in each other’s arms, chest to chest, cum smeared over both their skin. The words caught her off guard, and she shifted backward slightly to look up into Shanks’ eyes.

“You know, when you started that sentence, I was expecting you to say that one day you’re gonna put a baby in me.”

“That too, eventually.” Shanks replied with a smirk, and he couldn’t help trailing his fingers down her body to push inside Pearl’s heat, eager to bring her to peak once again.

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