#luffy smut

[peanutgirl11]

[todomochi-uwu]

valentine´s day.

Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader; Sabo x reader Genre: Smut, fluff Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: Happy Valentine's Day, my love. Author's notes: My, very late, Valentine´s Day gift to you, mochis. Purely smut. Hope you enjoy it. I think I'm blind from the amount of time I spent writing it. Love you. By the way, what would you think about more angst on this blog? Masterlist Kinktober masterlist If you enjoy my work, please consider asking for a commission or leaving me a tip! All kind of support is greatly appreciated 🫀

Luffy 

Your captain has no clue what day he lives in, much less that Valentine’s is coming, but thankfully, he’s got Sanji for that. 

So, when the day comes, he’s shoved into your room with a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers and the threat that if he dares eat any of the chocolates, the cook will shove his foot so far up inside his ass it will come out of his mouth. 

Sanji still can’t believe you decided to give your heart and soul to that monkey (he swears he loves his captain) 

You spend the evening in your room. Hearing him rant about anything and anything, laugh at his own jokes and play a guessing game only he can understand. 

In many ways, Luffy is a simple man and that brings you comfort. There are no hidden intentions, no mixed feelings or miscommunications. His love is clear and honest. Luffy just is. 

Which is why the words that come out of his mouth do not surprise you. 

“If I finger you, can I finish the rest of the candy?” 

No need to ask. 

Luffy might be oblivious to most things, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how you like it. Two of his fingers explore your insides like a map, massaging your walls and pressing against the places that make your toes curl. His lips suck on your tits, tongue running on top of them, his saliva making your skin shine. 

“Luffy...” You whine, grabbing onto the pillow with one hand and palming his cock over his shorts with the other one. He’s rock hard but seems to be in no rush to fuck you, content with the taste of your skin on his tongue. 

He hums against your skin before pulling away, a thread of spit connecting your nipple to his lips. He looks around, looking for something on the bed, but his fingers don’t stop for a second, his middle and index moving in a “come hither” motion while his thumb toys with your clit, “there they are!” He’s quick to grab the box of chocolates and open it up with his free hand.  

Food and sex together aren’t a weird concept in your relationship, so you pay no mind to it. That is, until he’s biting on a jam-filled candy and letting some of its filling fall on one of your nipples. Your eyebrows furrow, and your mouth opens in a gasp when he sucks it off you. 

“You make them taste even better, sweets”, he says more to himself, but you can see that the sweet treat has done something to him. His eyes are now half lidded, his mouth dribbles even more, and his pace grows harder. 

“Luffy! Fuck just like that!” You push your tits closer to his mouth. 

He continues the action again and again until the entire box is empty and you’re blissed out from the pleasure. It’s then that he says, 

“Now, I’m craving something else.” He licks the remains of the sugar off his lips and pulls down his shorts; his cock slaps against his abdomen. 

“That candy was great, Sanji! Thanks!” The younger man says as he pats his cook on the back. 

“Sure,” Sanji answered, defeated. No anger or energy left as he knows it was his fault Luffy got laid last night... fucking lucky monkey. 

Zoro 

Marimo is dumb when it comes to a lot of things. Directions, for example. But when it comes to you, one or two gears work in his brain. 

“You don’t have to remind me, twirly brows.” He says as he does crunches. 

“We don’t?” For once, Sanji is pleasantly surprised by the mosshead. 

“I’ve already got covered.” 

Nami doesn’t buy it. She narrows her eyes as she asks, “What did you get her?” 

“There was this fine liquor store at the last isla...” A punch landed on his head before he could finish. 

“I fucking knew it!” 

He isn’t that stupid... It’s just that alcohol clouds his thinking. 

Sanji and Nami have to punch him and get him back to his right senses, but in the end, it all works out. 

Rice balls, your favourite dessert, and, of course, sake. All while looking at the stars from the crow’s nest. You lean on his chest while he hugs you from behind. No words are needed; his touch and love are all you need. 

It isn’t until you feel his lips travelling down your neck, sucking on the skin, that you remember that drunk Zoro tends to be more handsy than sober Zoro. 

Your face is squished against the cold wood, your hands barely able to keep you in place, but that’s the last thing on your mind. His thrusts are brutal, unforgiving. Your juices spill down your cunt and his cock and land on the floor. Screams and cries of pleasure fall from the window, alerting the crew and any other ships near you. And Zoro couldn’t feel any prouder. 

“You like it rough, don’t you, woman.” He says as he takes a sip from the sake bottle. 

“Mmhm,” you nod, “yes, Zoro, please fuck me harder”, you whine. 

He laughs, but gives it to you, “You are such a whore for my cock.”  

His balls slap against your clitoris, your boobs bounce at his rhythm, and your hips bruise from his hard grip. His cock stretches and moulds your insides with every stroke; you have never been able to get used to his size, and you are sure you never will. Tan, long, thick, with multiple veins running across it, and a bulbous tip. You have explored it with every inch of your mouth and cunt; you are completely in love with his cock, and Zoro knows it. 

His hands spread your cheeks, watching the way his dick goes in and out of your sweet cunt, a white, milky ring around every time it comes out. 

“Tightest fucking cunt,” he moans. His dirty mouth is always what drives you crazy, he’s got no shame and no regard, speaking freely of how he feels or likes about fucking you, “you gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to fill you up?” 

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Zoro. Please cum inside me.” 

“Don’t worry, girl. I’m gonna fuck you full.” 

His pace quickens, his hips moving with purpose. At this point, you can barely gasp his name; your head filled with only air and him. Your fingers press on your clit, your legs quiver and clench, desperate for release. 

“Come on, woman. Cum on my cock.” 

Your legs give out, but his hands are there to support you. He pulls you and presses you against his chest, continuing to move his hips as you chase your high. Your clit is beyond sensitive and exhausted, but the look he gives you is enough to fire you back up. 

“I’m not done with you.” 

The next day, while you can barely walk, he’s training his heart out. 

You sit next to Robin and Usopp, your head lying on the table as you groan from your tensed muscles. 

“Rough night?” Robin teases. 

“More like he gave it to her, rough,” Usopp adds. 

You feel like dying from embarrassment and tiredness. 

Robin just laughs behind her hand. 

Sanji 

The absolute master when it comes to romantic holidays 

He’s been preparing himself for this date for months (mentally for years, but no one must know that) 

Buying the finest ingredients at every island the crew stops, spending his entire share of money in things he knows you’d love and that remind him of you. 

In a calendar, he crosses out each day, getting closer and closer to the fateful date (Zoro makes fun of him every morning, and that’s the first fight of the day for both) 

Makes a list of everything he plans on cooking, decorating and doing for you and the crew (well..., more like you and the girls) 

The night before, make sure to secure the fridge with what appears to be a thousand locks and traps. Luffy still tries, but the sea stone chains seem to do the trick (thank gods) 

When the morning finally arrives, you find the cutest outfit hanging on the door, courtesy of your boyfriend’s money and Nami’s fashion input. 

And Sanji between your legs.  

He couldn’t help himself; he just had to have dessert first. 

“Sanji!” Your nerves and senses are just waking up, but you can feel every single stroke from his mouth. He alternates from sucking on your clit, humming around the little bud, and swiping his tongue up and down your entrance, licking and thrusting himself inside you. 

“Good morning, my love.” He pulls away for just a second, giving you a bright smile. His lower face is covered in your slick; the view makes you clench. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” 

You open your mouth to answer, but only a moan escapes it. Sanji’s fingers were unforgiving in their pace, looking for that tender place inside of you. 

“You look absolutely beautiful, mon amour.” He mumbles against your core before diving back in. 

Sanji is no messy eater. He’s careful, precise and romantic; he knows your body better than he knows his own. You are a delicacy and deserve to be eaten as such. 

You grip and pull on the sheets, your legs tremble and close around his head, and your teeth break the skin of your lips, trying to conceal your moans so as not to wake up the rest of the crew. 

“Please, please, please, Sanji...” you beg, but he’s giving you everything and more. 

“Come on, my love. Give it to me, cum on my mouth.” He says against your lips, his tongue coming out to give a long lick on the underside of your clitoris. 

One of your hands comes up and pulls on your nipples while the other pulls on his hair, your head is thrown back, and you lift your hips off the bed. The chef is immensely enamoured with the view, his hips thrusting and humping against your bedding, trying to relieve some of the tension. 

“Cum, baby, please, cum for me.” 

And you do. The knot finally snaps, and your juices fly out of you, his face and the bed getting covered in them. His hand quickly moves to your clit, rapidly flicking it to prolong your pleasure. 

“Yes, yes, just like that, baby. Thank you, my sweet.” 

After that wonderful wake-up, he brings you breakfast in bed and continues doting on you. 

(By the way, Luffy is quite annoyed at the fact that only you get to have breakfast in bed.) 

Ace 

He’s somewhat prepared. 

He asked Thatch to teach him how to make a cake, but he figured if the cake took forty-five minutes at 175 °C to bake, then he could just triple the temperature, and that would lessen the time. With his Devil Fruit, that would be easy enough, right? 

Well, a burnt kitchen, a punch to the head and a visit to Marco made it clear that no, that wasn’t the way. 

One burnt cake and a lot of begging later, Ace found himself with a perfectly good cake. One, he had to fight the urge not to shove it down his throat. 

Izou was also nice enough to help him choose a lipstick for you. Ace was quite hesitant to ask him for help (since you still harbour a crush on the older commander), but the wanojin was a gentleman about it. Or at least, he tried. 

“I think this one will look nice on her, Ace,” Izou said, handing him the small tub. 

“Thanks, man.” He put on his backpack. 

“Sure. I’m sure she will look just as gorgeous as that night...” The samurai teased. 

“Okay, okay, man. Fuck off.” 

That night you had eaten cake, drank sake, laughed, danced and kissed by the light of the moon and the ease of the sea. The world seemed to disappear when it's just the two of you. 

You were elated and so, so grateful for your boyfriend, and you needed to thank him, repay him for such a date. 

A lightbulb went off. 

“Oh gods, baby girl.” Ace moaned, leaning back against the ship’s mast. 

You moved your head back and forth, lips wrapped around his thick cock, tongue tracing the underside. Your eyes firm on his, tearful from when you’d gag. 

His tongue traced his lips, then his teeth bit them, moans, cries and promises came out of them. He’d give you world, sun, moon and stars, whatever you want, just please, please suck him deeper. 

“Fuck, I fucking love your mouth, baby.” He let out a pleased laugh. 

Relaxing your throat, you took him deeper. Your jaw protesting, your breathing heavy and laboured, cheeks covered in tears, and you fighting back on your gag reflex, but you loved every second of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

You moaned around him, sending shivers down his spine. Then, you pulled away, gasping for air, your hand quick to replace your mouth. Saliva dripped down his shaft, your lips and hands, but you didn’t care. Your hand tightened around his length, jerking him just like he likes it. Your lips wrapped around the head, sucking and licking it, next your tongue travels up and down the rest of his dick. 

“You are so fucking good, so fucking good.” He groans. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer to him. His hips move involuntarily, thrusting inside your mouth. His skin feels warmer than usual, and you know he’s losing control of his powers. 

You pull him out and spit on it, your hand focusing on the tip, “cum in my mouth, Ace.” 

He looks down at you and moans loudly. He absolutely loves cumming inside your mouth; it’s his second favourite thing. 

You show him your tongue, slapping his cock against, “please, please daddy, cum in my mouth.” Your eyes beg for it. 

His breathing grows heavier, his abs contract, his neck and face are pink-tinted and sweat runs down his freckles. One of his hands runs over his hair, pulling on it while the other caresses the back of yours. His hips move desperately; he can feel it, it’s coming. 

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum, baby girl.” He moans. 

You suck harder, faster. You need it. 

He fucks your mouth with such fervour you know there will be a bruise at the back of it, but you don’t care. 

“Fuck!” Spurts of his thick seed fill your mouth; his grip tightens on your hair, and hearts cover your eyes. Ace cumming is the most beautiful view in the world. Drowsy eyes, plumped, bitten lips, blushed, freckled cheeks and chest and the sweetest, hottest smile in the world. 

Ace went about his day as any other, happy and blissful from last night's events, oblivious to someone’s eyes. 

“’s a good, it was me who was on night watch and not Pops, right Acey?” 

The freckled went stiff, turning to the man watching him on the side. Izou. Izou with the biggest smile on his face. 

Law 

Sucks at romance and anything love-related but know he’s trying. He’s just stupid. 

Sachi and Penguin desperately try to help, but he quickly realises that even if those two get laid, it does not mean they know jack shit about love. 

(Dear gods, what would Cora-san do?) 

(Trip downstairs and light himself on fire probably, but with a bouquet of roses in hand nonetheless) 

So, Ikakku and Bepo are his best bets on that ship. 

Law may be a great captain, surgeon and pirate, and he happens to be hot, but my gods is he dumb. 

“Captain, you’ve been dating her for months; you cannot be this clueless.” Ikkaku groans. 

Law pouts and crosses his arms over his chest, looking away. Just like a small child, “I fail to see what’s wrong with my idea.” 

“Looking around for and classifying coins is not a date, Captain,” Bepo says, trying not to cry from the absurdity of the plan. 

“To me it is.” The surgeon grumbles. 

He and the polar bear plan and coordinate to stop at an island so you can have a date. Everything's been carefully examined and detailed to Law’s standards, but when does life ever go his way? 

That morning, he finds out the fucking Marine has completely taken over the island and its perimeters, so you had to change course immediately. The nearest island is two days away. Well, fuck. 

He’s pulling his hair out from the stress, barking orders around and hysterically looking for an idea. 

“Law?” You poke your head inside his office. His eyes are scanning every romance novel on the ship, but he finds nothing; all of them end in suicide. He just might... 

“Law.” You try again, this time stepping in. A tray in your hands. Two cups of tea, a candle, some matches, and two cups of instant noodles. 

His heart instantly churns at the sight. Of course, you had been the only one to pull something together. He can’t help but think you deserve better. 

“Love...” He’s out of words, the anxiety and exhaustion of the date finally catching up to him. 

“Bepo told me. Do not stress about it, babe. Happy Valentine’s Day.” You leaned down, kissing his cheek. 

Law groans, that wide mouth bear. 

The rest of the evening is spent with you sitting on his legs, sipping tea, recounting old tales and discussing various themes, and you love every second of it. 

Law is bad with feelings or words, but he knows there are other ways. 

“Law!” Your nails scratch his back, leaving angry red marks over the Jolly Roger tattooed on his skin. 

But he can’t seem to care less; his hips continue their assault on your cunt. His lips whisper sins against your ear, his hands grip on your hips, pull you closer and prevent you from slipping away from the pleasure only he can give you, “feel good, sweetheart? Do you like the way my cock’s so deep inside you?” 

You are long gone. Two orgasms with his fingers, one with his tongue, and now chasing another with his member, knocking on your cervix. Your mouth only knows his name, and your eyes gloss from the sight of him. His eyes dazed, passion and lust fill them, his eyebrows furrow and his lips open and close with every thrust. Moans and groans end up in your neck, along with some hickies. 

Law usually doesn’t allow himself to lose control like this, but he figures today is a special date. Sex tonight is loud, messy, and raw. He hasn’t felt this alive in years. 

His pace quickens, his rhythm grows desperate with every second, and the idea of you cum around his cock is the only thing on his mind. 

“Harder, faster, more, more, more, Law!” You don’t know what else you are asking for, but you can feel yourself hanging over the edge, just a bit more. 

And it's like he knows, his fingers press on your clit, drawing circles on top of it, that’s enough. You cum around his cock with a gasp and trembling, but he doesn’t relent. Your nerves cry in overstimulation, but Law is not done, not until he feels you again. 

“You are going to give me another one.” He declares. His hips don’t stop, and neither do his fingers and mouth. 

“’s too much...” you whine, throwing your head back and pushing against his chest. But he doesn’t allow you to run away. 

“One more, give me one more. Milk my cock, love.” His words are getting crasser, nastier, and that’s how you know Law’s head is filled with pleasure just as much as yours. 

“Law!” You cry out. 

“One more, one more...” He continues saying. Even if his cum drips down your cunt and legs, even if it can’t fit anymore inside of you. 

The next morning is payback for keeping the crew awake the entire night. 

“My gods, if you two are going to be that loud and nasty, at least have the decency to invite me, even if it's to watch,” Shachi says, while drinking his coffee, a smile on his face and dark bags under his eyes. 

“Shachi!” Law scolds him. 

Sabo 

You firmly believe there’s nothing hotter than a revolutionary. 

Sabo is that in the complete sense of the word. Dauntless, radical, rebel, mighty, strategic. His sense of justice took your breath away the second he opened his heart and mouth. 

And while your boyfriend is all that, he’s also a clueless idiot whose head is filled with food, his brothers, Dragon..., and, of course, you. 

It’s up to Koala and Ivankov to help him not disappoint his girlfriend on such a day. 

“You may be chief of staff, but you are also so unbelievably stupid it almost hurts, Sabo-kun,” Ivankov says as they arrange a beautiful bouquet of flowers. 

Koala nods as she watches him write a letter for you (that actually was his idea, but she left a big bump on his forehead just so he didn’t forget to do it.) “I know, I know.” He laughs but is secretly scared of receiving another “reminder” from his best friend. 

Dinner, flowers, gifts, the letter and a walk along Ivankov’s island’s beach. Quite the date if you were to ask Sabo, yet he couldn’t help but feel like something was once missing. 

Ah, right. 

Your thighs are burning from the motion, your knees crying from the sand that’s digging itself onto your skin, but you don’t dare stop. For his pleasure, and, selfishly, mostly for yours. His cock is hitting right on the spot, your entire body shivering in delight and encouraging you to go harder. Your hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled and stained, panties pushed to the side, tits popping out of your dress, and his pants pulled down just below his waist. 

Sabo is lying on the sand, arms behind his head and a bright smile on his face, biting his lips sometimes, moaning freely. The view is simply immaculate. You, jumping on top of him, choking his cock as your life depended on it, your tits bounce deliciously, and the ethereal look on your face is the most gorgeous you’ve ever looked. Using him for your own pleasure, he won’t complain about it. 

“Come on, baby. Give it to me harder, I know you want to.” His words rile you up, making you clench harder around him. 

“Oh gods, Sabo!” You close your eyes and scream, as nobody can hear you. And if anyone does, your boyfriend doesn’t care. 

He lifts one of his hands, “Slap!”, a hard smack against your bottom. 

You cry out, loving the pain, craving more of it, “Yes, please, please, more” 

He lands an even harder slap, “You like that, baby? You like being treated like a slut?” 

Your muscles are begging you to stop, but you can’t, you won’t, “Yes, Sabo!” 

“Who do you belong to?” Smack! 

“You!” 

Smack! “Who?” 

“Sabo!” Tears spill down your face, euphoria crawling all over your body. 

“Louder!” Smack! 

“Sabo!” It was simply too much. Your climax exploded between the two of you, head spinning, vision blurred, your legs shaking, and finally giving out, making you fall on top of him. You pressed yourself closer to his neck and cried out when his hips continued where you left off. 

“The island is big, Sabo; you guys didn’t have to fuck twenty feet away from the base,” Dragon said, pressing his hand against his eyelids, exasperated. 

“Ah, young love.” Ivankov laughed. 

[rubyys-domain]

LUFFY who fucks his secret wife!reader on sight! and his crew finds out about you...the hard way.

DID YA MISS ME, BABY ?!

PLOT. on route to egghead, the straw hats make a quick stop at a lively island, only for luffy to wander off and unexpectedly reunite with you, his wife, a detail he never mentioned to his crew. spending the day together, you both finally act upon months of pent-up tension, while his worried crew stumbles upon a moment they were never meant to see.

WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, fluff, porn with some plot, post wano, no egghead spoilers, aged-up characters (luffy and reader are 21), established relationship (they're married), semi-public sex, getting caught, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, kinda ooc luffy (idk you be the judge of it), use of [name] for the reader, fem reader, kinda proofread haha.

CHARACTERS. MONKEY D. LUFFY

WC. 5.5k

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art creds: suaayen on ig (one of the best op artists)

Fresh out of Wano and low on supplies, the Straw Hats decided to make a quick pit stop when the opportunity arose.

The island didn’t have a name on any map Nami owned.

From afar, it looked anything but quiet. The crowded docks overflowing with ships, voices carrying loudly over the water, and buildings stacked tightly together.

Bright banners hung between rooftops, market stalls spilled into the streets, and narrow alleys twisted through the city like a maze built on noise.

Nothing about it suggested peace.

They could blame their recent encounter at Wano for their alertness.

Perhaps the adrenaline had yet to die out, but this island screamed distraction...which somehow made everyone more cautious...or, in Luffy’s case, more excited.

“SHISHISHI! Let’s go!” Luffy laughed, already halfway over the Sunny’s railing before they’d even properly docked.

“LUFFY!” Nami snapped. “You’re not-!”

Too late. He was gone.

Usopp groaned dramatically. “He’s going to get kidnapped one day. I’m telling you. One day.”

Zoro stretched lazily, resting a hand on his swords. “Who’s dumb enough to kidnap him?”

Sanji exhaled smoke, lazily examining the docks.

“Idiots exist everywhere, marimo.”

Either Zoro didn't pick up on Sanji's taunt, or he acted indifferent.

Robin smiled faintly, stepping onto the dock with quiet curiosity.

“It’s an interesting place. I didn't expect to see an island on route to Egghead."

"Me neither. It barely picked up on the log pose!" Nami chimed in.

"It seems harmless enough. I wonder what kind of history it holds.” Robin observes as she too gets off onto the docks.

Chopper bounced beside her. “Do you think they have new herbs?!”

Franky cracked his knuckles. “Or cola?!”

Brook laughed, light and airy. “Or perhaps beautiful ladies? Though I do not have eyes to see them, yohohoho!”

“DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM,” Nami snapped, pointing at Sanji.

“I don’t need encouragement,” Sanji said smoothly, already walking off. “I have instinct.”

"Okay. Be on the lookout for Luffy! And don't overspend my money!" Nami orders.

"OUR MONEY!" Ussop complains, immediately shut down by Nami's glare.

They mutually agree to split off into groups so no other crew member wanders off.

Nami and Robin walk away, Zoro and Sanji right on the their trail as their usual banter ensues.

Ussop and Chopper run off with excitement, Franky showcasing similar enthusiasm.

Brook joins Jimbe in looking for supplies, the latter keeping Brook away from any women.

Within minutes, the crew scattered across the island, each pulled by their own interests.

And Luffy...

Luffy followed something else entirely.

He didn’t bother asking anyone where to go.

The moment his feet hit the dock, he was already pulled in by the noise. The kind that meant food and something fun waiting around every corner.

The stalls lined up one after the other with things frying, grilling, and steaming. The smell hit him almost immediately.

“Meat…”

He grinned.

Luffy pushed through the crowd without hesitation, weaving past people and slipping between stalls until he reached a long stretch of open vendors.

Skewers, fried snacks, stacked plates of things he didn’t recognize.

His eyes lit up as he leaned over one stall, then another, already halfway into asking for something before getting distracted by the next.

“Woah—what’s that? And that! Can I try that too?!”

The vendor barely had time to respond before Luffy’s attention shifted again, his gaze sweeping across the row;

And then stopping.

Not on food.

On you.

His lovely wife.

Someone his own crew didn't even know about.

It's not like he was trying to hide it. They just hadn't asked.

You were sitting on one of the small stools of a nearby stall, finishing up what looked like a snack, one hand lazily resting against the counter as you handed the vendor some money.

For a second, he didn’t move.

Then the joy hit.

And his entire face broke into a grin.

You stood, brushing your hands together lightly as you thanked the vendor and stepped away from the stall.

That’s when he moved.

Fast.

His arms shot forward, stretching across the space between you in an instant before snapping back, pulling you straight into him.

“Gomu Gomu no—HUG!”

“Luffy?!”

You barely had time to react before he wrapped around you completely, stretchy arms tight and unrelenting, lifting you slightly off your feet with the force of it.

“Shishishi! [name]!!” he laughed, like it was the best thing that could’ve happened to him.

“Luffy!! Put me down-!” you huffed, but there was no real bite to it, your hands already gripping onto him like you weren’t planning to let go either.

Luffy pressed his face into your shoulder, holding you there like he needed to make sure you were actually real.

“I missed you,” he said, simple and honest, voice a little softer than usual with his persistent grin.

Something in your chest tightened.

“…it’s 3 been months,” you murmured, your hand coming up to the back of his head without thinking.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sooooooo long!!” he whines.

Pulling away from you, your feet touch the ground as he steps back, but not too far.

Never far.

His hands slid up to your face instead, thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he looked at you properly now.

“You’re okay.” he said, almost to himself.

You let out a small breath. “…so are you.”

“Of course I am!” he grinned instantly.

And then, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was warm. Familiar. Like he didn’t need to think about it.

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, giving you the same smile before leaning back in.

Then again. And again.

“Slow down-!” you tried to protest, but it came out more like a laugh as he peppered your face with kisses, completely shameless in the middle of the street.

People spared a few glances here and there, some judging, others just smiling in fondness.

“…Luffy,” you said, but you were already smiling.

He laughed softly, pressing one more quick kiss to your lips before finally easing back, though his hands didn’t leave you.

“I haven’t seen you since I left Rushikwanya.” he said.

“Rusukaina,” you corrected.

“Yeah!”

“You didn’t even say goodbye properly.” You pout a little, Luffy's personality definitely having brushed off on you during the 2 years you had spent together.

“I did!”

“You waved and ran.”

“That counts!”

You huffed, but it faded quickly.

"I'M HUNGRY!!" He complains against your cheek, as you sigh.

"Let's go eat. We have loads to catch up on."

"YAY!!"

You had known him before the sea had claimed him.

Before he became a name whispered across oceans.

Before any of his bounties and titles or impossible feats.

Back when he was just a boy in a small village, loud and reckless and full of dreams too big for the place he came from.

You weren’t part of his world in the same way Ace or Sabo had been, but you had been there.

You shared a quiet bond, something the two of you were too young to understand back then.

When he left at 19, you didn’t stay behind for long.

You weren't chasing him. Rather, staying had never been an option for you either.

You became a traveler. Moving from island to island, following curiosity instead of purpose; stories instead of maps.

Your paths barely crossed, Luffy having already moved on to the next island before you had even set foot on it.

You had better luck running into Ace before you even reunited with Luffy.

It was a short meeting, but it had felt nice to be in a familiar presence. Especially since Ace often acted as an elder sibling to you.

During your departure back then, Ace had left you with a small piece of Luffy's Vivre card, knowing you had grown eager to see him at least once.

He had even promised to treat the two of you if all three of you ended up crossing paths together.

Which is why it had hurt terribly when the news of Ace's death reached you.

Even worse that it had been the premise of your long awaited reunion with Luffy.

Luffy had already been residing at Rusukaina for about a month at that point, training rigorously with Rayleigh.

Hancock had not been shy while showing reluctance to your arrival, but she could barely retort when Luffy held you for hours, sobbing into your shoulder.

That had been the only day he took a rest from training, preferring to be in your company and helping you settle in.

After that, forming a relationship had come easy for the two of you. Falling asleep in each other's arms, watching him train, tending to his wounds, sharing stolen kisses.

You hadn't even hesitated when he asked you to marry him in passing. It was another quiet evening when he asked you in conversation, and you agreed.

The two of you married quietly with the help of Boa Hancock (much to her disdain).

No ceremony, no dress, no extravagance. Just two rings and a feast.

And when the two years had come to an end, Luffy had tried one last time to recruit you, only to be met with rejection.

He had just grinned in understanding.

You didn't join him to his trip to Saobody, despising that place.

Rather, you stayed at Amazon Lily for approximately two weeks, planning your journey ahead.

About 3 months later, Luffy's name flooded the papers.

3 Million Berries. An Emperor Of The Sea. His new appearance. Defeat of Kaido and Big Mom.

You had so much to talk about, but no means to do so.

He didn't have a personal Den Den Mushi, nor did you know his ship's contact.

The Vivre Card had long been forgotten somewhere, so your best bet was to predict the Straw Hat's future route.

Although you weren't excited to go to Egghead, you knew there couldn't be any other destination for the Straw Hats.

You had stopped at this island because the ship from Wano only went so far. For Egghead, you would have to get on another ship.

But now, you couldn't be happier to have finally met Luffy. It had saved you a trip.

Walking beside him, he keeps your hand intertwined with his.

“You got taller somehow.” you say, studying him now that the initial rush had settled.

“I did?”

“Yes. And bigger.”

“I’m strong now!” he said proudly.

“I can tell. You almost broke my ribs.”

He laughed again, that same bright, careless sound. “SHISHISHI!”

You gain a smile before losing it a moment later.

“I saw your new bounty,” you added.

“Oh yeah?” he said, completely casual. “It’s big, right?”

“Three Billion Berries, Luffy.”

“Yeah! I am an Emperor now!”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “It's not just your bounty, Luffy.”

“Hm?”

“The picture.”

He tilted his head.

“You look… different,” you said carefully. “White hair. Different expression. Almost like-”

“Oh! That!” he perked up immediately, like you’d asked him something fun.

“That’s when I’m the most free!”

Your eyebrows knit in bewilderment, your steps slowing down without realizing.

“…That explains nothing.”

“It’s my form, I guess,” he said, stretching his arms behind his head casually.

“When I feel the most free, that’s what I look like!”

You stared at him, realizing that he had awakened his Devil Fruit.

You shook your head slightly at his familiar indifference.

“…You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned. “Yeah!”

Somehow, the answer made perfect sense.

Most of the day had been spent eating and chatting. Your pockets had been drained (not that you minded) with the amount of food Luffy insisted on trying.

It was ridiculously late at night, streets empty and quiet. And Luffy was looking for something sweet to end his day.

"Nothing will be open now, Luffy. All shops have already closed for the day."

"But I want dessert!!"

"You should head back to your crew. They must be worried."

Standing in front of a closed bakery, he grins in sucess.

"My crew can handle themselves! They're super strong! You should meet them!" He says walking towards the door.

Clutching the handle, it breaks off in one swift motion.

"Luffy! Why did you do that?!" You shout in a whisper, evidently mad at him.

"Whatttt?? I will leave some money for them!" He whines.

"What money, Luffy? Your pockets are empty!"

"You're my wifey. So your money is my money! Shishishi!" He walks into the bakery and you quickly follow behind him.

You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as he digs through their packaged food.

You, on the other hand, shut the door and draw all the blinds, hoping to shield your husband's theft from any potential passersby.

You suppose you couldn't be too mad at his actions. He was a pirate after all.

The curtains were thin, allowing the moonlight to pass through it without any resistance.

You took a seat on one of the tables, watching Luffy scarf down his dessert of packaged puff pastries.

He sat on one of the chairs surrounding your table, holding out a pastry towards your face for you to have.

You eat it slowly, admiring your husband closely.

By the time you were done with your serving (which was like less than a minute), Luffy had exhausted all the bakery's puff pastries.

Finally, patting his stomach in satisfaction, he looked up at you.

"Where are you staying?" He inquired.

"There's an inn close by. Would you like to come with me? Or will you be returning to your ship?"

He rubbed his chin in thought for a moment before slamming his hand on the table.

"Of course I'll come with you!"

You smiled. "Great!"

"Ah!" Luffy's eyes widen in joy, taking a closer look at your face.

"What is it?" You tilt your head in confusion.

And instead of answering, he bursts out into laughter.

"AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! YOU HAVE FROSTING ON YOUR FACE! AHAHAHHAHA"

He laughed slamming his hand on the table repeatedly.

You burn with embarrassment and anger, placing your palms on your cheeks.

"Luffy! Stop laughing!!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"

"Luffy!!" You were beyond irritated, wiping at your face to see if he was being truthful.

"Shishishi! You're so silly! You're not even close!" He stands up, giggling now, and he stands in front of you.

Before you can reprimand him, he leans in and takes a swipe at the corner of your mouth with is tongue.

"Got it~! Shishishi..." He teases excitedly, standing close to you.

You pout, hitting his exposed chest softly as he naturally makes himself comfortable standing between your legs.

Silence falls over.

Luffy doesn’t step back; he just stays there, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the faint sweetness still lingering between you both.

His grin fades into something softer.

He just… looks at you.

Like he forgot what he was doing a second ago.

“…You taste sweet,” he says, quieter now.

Your breath catches a little at that— stupid, simple words.

His hand comes up again, thumb brushing where he’d just licked, like he’s checking if he missed something.

He hadn't, but he doesn’t move away either.

And neither do you.

His grip shifts, fingers curling lightly at your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

He needs you closer.

"I reallyyy missed you. baby."

"Me too."

You lean into it without thinking, and that’s all it takes.

He pulls you in.

The kiss isn’t playful. It’s a little messy.

Maybe even a little too much.

You could tell he’s been thinking about it longer than he should have.

You exhale softly into the kiss, your hands finding his shoulders, gripping just slightly as you lean into him, closing whatever space is left between you.

He makes a small sound against your mouth, low, almost like he forgot where he was for a second.

“WHAT?!” Nami’s voice rang across the deck, sharp enough to make Chopper flinch.

It hit them all at once.

Luffy hadn’t come back.

Not after hours. Not after sunset. Not even now, when the island had gone quiet and the sea had settled into that slow, late-night stillness.

“…we forgot,” Usopp said slowly, like he couldn’t believe it himself.

Franky crossed his arms, frowning. “SUPER forgot.”

Brook tilted his head. “How unfortunate. Though, to be fair, our captain does have a habit of wandering off—”

“That doesn’t mean we just leave him out there!” Nami snapped.

Chopper’s ears drooped, anxiety written all over his face. “You don’t think he was really kidnapped, do you?”

“I highly doubt that, dear,” Robin said gently, resting a hand on his head. “Our captain is very strong. So don’t worry, okay?”

“But still…” Chopper mumbled, unconvinced.

Zoro, who had been leaning against the railing with his eyes half-closed, let out a quiet huff.

“If someone did try to kidnap him, I feel bad for them.”

Sanji exhaled smoke, brows slightly furrowed as he looked toward the dark outline of the island.

“Yeah… but he’s been gone a while.”

Jinbe, who had been standing near the helm, spoke calmly, his voice steady against the tension.

“Luffy is not one to be easily overpowered. However… it is unlike him to stay away this long without reason.”

That was enough to set Nami off.

She clicked her tongue, already grabbing her staff.

“That’s it. We’re not waiting around anymore.”

Everyone looked at her.

“We’re going to look for him,” she said firmly.

“Before he causes trouble, or worse, gets himself into something we have to fix. With MY MONEY!”

Sanji stepped forward immediately. “Of course, Nami-san. I’ll go with you.”

Robin smiled softly. “I’ll join as well.”

Zoro pushed himself off the railing with a quiet sigh.

“Tch. Someone’s gotta drag him back.”

“Good,” Nami said, nodding once. Then she turned to the rest of the crew.

“The rest of you stay here,” she ordered. “If he comes back while we’re gone, don’t let him leave again.”

“Aye aye!” Usopp saluted, though he still looked uneasy.

Chopper nodded quickly. “Be careful!”

Brook clasped his hands together. “May I request a full report when you return? For… research purposes.”

“NO,” Nami said instantly.

Franky grinned. “We’ll hold down the Sunny.”

Jinbe gave a small nod. “We will remain here and keep watch. Do not worry.”

Nami didn’t wait any longer.

“Let’s go.”

And just like that, the four of them headed back toward the island, completely unaware of what, exactly, they were about to walk into.

"Ohh-!"

Yeah. Definitely not something you'd want to witness.

Luffy had gotten comfortable between your legs, shamelessly inhaling you as he bit down on the flash of your inner thigh.

You were naked from the bottom, your top and innerwear hiked up to bare your chest for him.

He fondled you effortlessly, hands kneading your tits as though he was moulding something out of it.

Your thighs rested on his shoulder, making it easy for him to continue the movements of his hands as he pushed forward, tongue meeting your heat, cooling down the fever just a tad.

An arm rested over your eyes, as your other hand overlapped Luffy's on your breast.

"Mphm-! Lu-!"

His tongue works overtime now, making up for lost time. The time away from his lovely wife.

Luffy worked feverishly between your thighs, lapping at your dripping sex with unbridled enthusiasm. His tongue delved deep, parting your glistening folds to plunge inside your tight, clutching heat.

Luffy's hands kneaded your breasts roughly, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. He seemed fascinated by the way your nipples pebbled under his touch, straining against his palms.

"Hahahhh-! It's even wetter than before!" Luffy chuckles with a stupid grin, tongue lolling out to take a languid lick across your pussy.

Sex had always been a confusing topic for both of you.

Yes, you had been intimate on numerous accounts, but coming into a new marriage and never having been close to each other in that way, you had a lot to learn.

So, you both would stay up late after your training sessions, learning each other's bodies and understanding what the other liked,

But right now, all of that was forgotten. The movements, the pattern, the rhythm. All of it.

You just did what felt right in the moment. And for Luffy, that was his face stuffed in your cunt.

"Feel good?" He questions with his tongue flat on your clit, hands circled around your thighs, and keeping them open.

"Mhm-!"

Your fingers curled into his hair, gripping tightly as you bucked your hips instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction.

Luffy's tongue returned to your clit, swirling and flicking over the sensitive nub with focused intensity. He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your body quaking with the force of your pleasure.

His own hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into the supple skin as he held you in place, stopping you from crushing his skull in your squirms of ecstasy.

"Mmmph, you taste yummy." Luffy murmured softly against your folds.

Luffy's tongue continued its relentless assault, lapping and suckling at your aching clit with single-minded focus. He could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around his invading muscle as he pushed you closer to the edge.

Your fingers tangled desperately in his hair, nails raking across his scalp as you clung to him, anchoring yourself against the impending tidal wave of sensation.

"Ahhh, Luffy! I...I can't..." you gasped out, voice ragged and breathless.

Your chest heaved, breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust of Luffy's head between your thighs.

The arm draped over your eyes clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white as you struggled to ground yourself amidst the pleasure.

Luffy just chuckled, the sound rumbling through you, vibrating your core. He could feel your body's desperation, your need for release.

But he was far from done with you, far from ready to let you find solace.

His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit, alternating between hard, pointed jabs and soft, sensual strokes, keeping you suspended in a state of agonizing bliss.

He seemed insatiable, hungry as he always is.

As his mouth worked tirelessly, two of his fingers sneakily pushed past your entrance, sinking knuckles-deep into your tight, clinging cunt.

"Just cum babyyy~ Wanna taste you already..."

With those words, he doubled his efforts, fingers pumping harder and faster, tongue lapping and suckling with wild abandon.

The obscene sound of your pussy squelching filled the bakery, mingling with your ragged breaths and Luffy's appreciative groans.

He could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering wildly around his invading fingers as he brought you over the edge.

You spasm around him, allowing him to retract his fingers and lap up whatever you had to offer.

Your pants quiet down, relaxing against his tongue as your orgasm dies down.

Finally pulling back, he admires his handiwork.

His face was flushed, eyes glazed with lust as he took in the sight of your dripping pussy, swollen and slick with arousal.

Drool dripped down his chin, mingling with your juices as he grinned stupidly up at you, very pleased with your reaction.

"I could eat you for hours and never get bored of it!" He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest.

Luffy's hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, fingers fumbling for a moment before he tugged them down just enough to free his aching cock.

It sprang out, hard and thick, flushed a deep, already leaking at the tip.

Your hands moved on their own accord, wrapping around his length, stroking the smooth, silky skin that felt like velvet over steel.

"Oh, Luffy, please..." you whimpered, voice ragged and breathless.

Your body was still trembling, your core aching for fulfillment.

"Hurry..." you begged, the urgency in your voice rising as the reality of your situation sank in.

You were in a closed bakery, in public, in the dead of night.

Luffy grinned, his eyes widening at your desperate plea.

He may have been oblivious to some things, but he certainly wasn't deaf to the need in your voice.

With a newfound sense of urgency, he gripped your hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your rear.

"Okayy~" Luffy chuckled, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick folds, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you real good, baby."

Without further preamble, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as your tight, wet heat enveloped him, squeezing him like a velvet vice.

Your back arched off the cold wooden surface of the table, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth, cool surface.

"Ohhh, Luffy!" you cried out, voice echoing mercilessly.

The sensation of being so suddenly filled, so completely stretched around his thick length, was almost too much to bear. Your walls fluttered and clenched, adjusting to the sudden intrusion.

Luffy started to move, hips pumping in a steady, relentless rhythm.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin burned your ears, mingling with your ragged breaths and Luffy's grunts of exertion.

"Hah, you feel- ngh-! ohhh-!! so g-good-!!" Luffy panted, hips never faltering in their tempo.

You could feel every ridge, every vein, the silky skin stretched taut over the thick column of his cock as he drove into you again and again.

Luffy leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It was sloppy, passionate, and filled with a hunger that stole your breath away.

His tongue plundered your mouth, tangling with yours, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he fucked you with a fervor that bordered on feral.

Perhaps it was your time apart, or that you usually fucked in a more personal setting, but you had forgotten a crucial thing.

Luffy...gets loud.

"OH! OH! OH! HAHH! You- Ohh-!!" He panted, voice ringing out loud and clear.

"I c-can feel you squeezing me-! Baby-! Amaz-! ing!!"

His words were punctuated by the slapping of skin on skin, the lewd, wet sounds of your bodies joining in carnal bliss.

He seemed fascinated by the way your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, by the way your body jiggled and shook under him.

Luffy's eyes were wide, drinking in the erotic sight of you lost in pleasure.

Your cheeks were flushed, sweat gathering on your forehead as your face twisted to one of pure sex.

Giddy, he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, biting your burning cheek lovingly.

"Hah, yes, yes! Luffy-! hahh-!."

He leaned down, nipping and sucking at your neck, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

Luffy's enthusiasm was infectious, his sheer joy at bringing you pleasure written all over his face.

He was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, and right now, his heart was screaming with a primal, all-consuming desire to make you feel the same, if not more, pleasure that he felt.

"Close-! Luffy-! Clos—!!" Your legs tightened around his waist.

Just as he heard your breathy warning, he felt your velvet walls suddenly clamp down around him, fluttering wildly before seizing up completely.

Your body went rigid beneath him, back arching sharply as a silent scream caught in your throat.

"Ohhh!" you gasped out, voice barely above a whisper as a sudden, intense orgasm overtook you.

Your cunt clenched down on him, gripping him like a silken, pulsing fist as your climax crashed through you without warning.

A gush of hot fluids flooded out around his cock, soaking his length and dripping down his thighs.

Luffy's eyes widened in surprise, brows shooting up to his hairline as he felt your sudden, quiet release.

"W-whoa...you're cumming already?" he asked, voice rising in pitch.

His fingers slowly rub your clit, aiding you to let it all out.

"Must've r-really missed me...!" He grins yet again.

Despite the unexpected swiftness of your orgasm, he didn't miss a beat, hips never faltering in their enthusiastic rhythm.

Your body trembled and shook beneath him, inner muscles milking his cock as the intense sensations washed over you.

Luffy could feel every clench and ripple, could sense the way your climax seemed to catch you off guard, sweeping through you before you had a chance to brace yourself.

"Hnghh-!! f-fuck!" he grunted, voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax.

Sweat poured down his face, dripping onto your heaving chest as he loomed over you, eyes glazed and face flushed with desire.

You take his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks to steady him.

"Aaahh, baby, I'm...I'm getting close!" Luffy panted, words coming out in short, sharp bursts between each loud, drawn-out moan.

He was getting close...and loud.

You thought maybe the silent streets amplified the sound of his moans, but either way, it was desperately loud.

So loud that umm...well....

Nami walked ahead, her grip firm around the small piece of Luffy’s vivre card, watching as it trembled faintly and tugged her forward.

She didn’t say much, but her pace had quickened, her irritation from earlier now replaced with something sharper; unease, though she wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“He should be close,” she said after a moment, her voice lower now, more focused.

Sanji followed just behind her, his usual composure worn thin by the situation.

The cigarette between his fingers burned untouched as his eyes scanned the area, alert in a way that suggested he was already preparing for the worst.

Zoro walked a little to the side, one hand resting near his swords, while Robin moved with her usual calm.

The vivre card in Nami’s hand flickered wildly now, pulling them straight toward the source.

A closed bakery tucked with its windows covered by thin curtains.

And then it happened.

At first, it was just a dull sound from somewhere ahead. It echoed loud enough to make Nami stop mid-step.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, her voice hushed despite herself.

No one answered immediately, but they had all heard it.

Another noise followed almost immediately, louder than before. A rough, uneven groan that seemed to break halfway through, as though something had knocked the breath out of him.

Zoro’s hand moved, resting more firmly against the hilt of his sword as his eyes narrowed slightly.

“That wasn’t nothing,” he muttered.

Sanji’s gaze had already locked onto a building just ahead of them, his posture changing in an instant.

“It came from in there.”

They stood still for a moment, listening more carefully, and then it came again.

A sound that was unmistakably human this time.

Low. Strained. Dragged out in a discomforting way.

Nami felt something twist in her chest. “…that was Luffy.”

This time, no one questioned it. He was inside.

Sanji’s expression darkened completely, all traces of his usual charm gone as urgency took over.

“Someone’s got him,” he said, already stepping forward.

Zoro frowned, his grip tightening slightly. “That doesn’t sound like him fighting.”

Robin’s eyes narrowed just a fraction, her gaze fixed on the building ahead.

“No… it doesn’t."

Had someone really managed to restrain their captain? It seems so unlikely to them.

Sanji didn’t hesitate any longer.

“LUFFY!”

Sanji was already moving before anyone could say anything else, his foot planting firmly against the door as his voice rose with urgency.

The door didn’t stand a chance.

It burst open under the force of his kick, wood splintering as it slammed inward, the sudden noise cutting sharply through the quiet night.

The four of them rushed inside...

...and stopped.

Your turn your head abruptly in shock.

Your back was facing them, obscuring where you and Luffy were the most intimate.

Luffy, facing the door, halted in his moments, face still sweaty and eyes dazed.

"Oh. Hey guys!"

He greeted, as if his friends hadn't just caught him in the most obscene position ever.

Nami's voice came first.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her shriek was so abrupt that it triggered your own panic.

"LUFFY! COVER ME!!" You exclaimed, completely humiliated.

"R-right!!" He panicked, doing the first thing he could think of.

His rubber arms elongated, circling around you in a giant hug.

"Not like- ughhh!!" You groaned, hiding your face in his neck.

Zoro turned away immediately.

Not even a second thought, just a hand to his forehead and a long, tired exhale.

"...I'm leaving," he muttered, already walking off like he hadn't seen a single thing.

Sanji completely lost it.

"LUFFYYYYYYYYY?!" he screamed, voice cracking as he whipped around, face burning red.

"YOU— WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

Robin turned around as well, quietly chuckling into her hand.

"It seems our captain has been keeping secrets."

Usopp was the first to break.

"...There's no way," he said slowly, pointing at you like you might disappear if he blinked.

"There's no way this is real."

Chopper peeked from behind him, eyes sparkling with pure curiosity.

"She's real! She's real!! Luffy really has a wife!!"

"I told you I did," Luffy says picking at his nose as you slap it away.

"You NEVER told us that!" Nami snapped immediately, still not fully recovered from earlier.

"I have a ring too. SEE!" Luffy flaunted his wedding band, and you sighed, already predicting what's to come.

"YOU'RE WEARING IT ON THE WRONG HAND, DUMMY! HOW COULD WE HAVE KNOWN?"

Usopp scolds.

"No I'm not. [name] wears it on her right hand. See!"

Luffy justifies, holding up what was clearly your left hand, as evidence.

You chuckle awkwardly as Nami and Usopp start angrily knocking at his head.

"I am so sorry...that you had to see that." You apologized to Nami, knowing it was nothing short of traumatizing.

She just shyly rubs the back of her neck, throwing a few no problems your way.

Jimbe waves at you with a smile, which you reciprocate.

"It is good to see that you are well, Jimbe."

"You as well. I hope your travels have been safe, [name]. It has been a while since I visited Rusukaina."

"Visiting would have been futile since I have been at sea for the past two months."

Sanji stood off to the side, completely frozen, staring at you like you were some kind of divine being.

"She...is...married to Luffy..." he muttered under his breath, like the words themselves were impossible.

Franky let out a loud laugh. "SUPER unexpected!"

Brook clasped his hands together. "May I say, you are quite lovely! Though I must ask...may I see your pan—"

"DON'T YOU START NOW!" Nani knocks his head.

Luffy bursts out laughing, pulling you into him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

He gives you a big smooch, biting your cheek softly as you try to get out of his grasp.

Everyone felt like they had fainted at the sight.

Zoro just shook his head, already turning away, but the small smile on his face didn't go unnoticed.

Robin stepped forward with a gentle countenance.

"It's nice to meet you," she said, calm and warm, like this was the most natural thing in the world.

"You as well. I have been longing to meet all of you. I suppose introductions are in order?"

You smiled, looking at your husband's crew.

Luffy grinned, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

"This is my wife!" he announced proudly, like he'd been waiting to say it out loud.

a/n: i love this man so fucking much.

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　 　૮꒰ྀིㅤ❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 '𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲' ❞ㅤ꒱ྀིა　　 𝄈

𑣲ㅤ m's warningsㅤ ◞ nsfw and 18+ content ahead, i don't really specify gender/anatomy, kind of crack at the same time :3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

𑣲ㅤ m's synopsisㅤ ◞ they break the bed during crazy sex LOL

𑣲ㅤ m's noteㅤ ◞ making content for myself to reread in the future fr!

𑣲 characters included: luffy, zoro, sanji, (part two for ace, law, smoker, and usopp soon!)

ꫂ᭪݁ honestly, luffy doesn't even notice 'till you say something. who knew a heated makeout session would turn to this (everybody...). being in the heat of the moment really does something when you're stuck in the haze of pleasure.

you two were just kissing, marking each other, and god knows what else. i mean it wasn't uncommon to want to freak your partner a little now and then right? besides everybody else on the ship was off in the new island...

his palms were still stuck to your waist until he hears your voice. "nnh... l... luffy? i think we broke the bed..." your words were heavily spaced out from each other, strands of your hair still sticking to your forehead when his movements stop for a moment.

you let out a small laugh seeing his face quite literally go o.o for a moment as you mentioned it. luffy's face immediately warms up at seeing that sweet grin only he could match;

"...oh, we kinda did..." he replies briefly before letting out a chuckle, "so you wanna keep going, or what?"

ꫂ᭪݁ zoro is the exact opposite of his captain, whereas he already knew when it started to creak, but his mindset? how fast could he break it 'till the frame of the mattress quite literally would give up under the weight and force he would have in each thrust he'd give you. but still he would wait for you to mention it before saying anything about it.

"haah—fuuck, zo- zoro... i think t... the- nngh! bed..." your words were cut up within every plunge his cock would set inside you, "—broke. i know,"

your boyfriend's voice was rough, and deep, his pace had slowed down; clearly not in the mood to stop anytime soon, his black orb briefly scans you, eyes leading from where you two were joined- all the way back up to the way you face looked at him so curiously.

"...god, if you're that worried, i'll buy a new one," lifting you up from the position where you were once laid down on your back, sitting now on his lap, "deal?" — you nervously nodded your head as you let out a small exhale, the few moments where you could breathe even for just a second;

"please, pretty, don't let a bed stop me from spending time with you." swiftly repositioning the both of you to sit on the edge of the broken frame, "now let's make use of this mirror..."

ꫂ᭪݁ sanji is unsure of what to do, he realizes as soon as the sound enters his ears and just... kind of freezes. it's funny, very amusing to you, so he starts laughing too. finds it absolutely adorable of you to be amused by a situation like this when you were JUST moaning out his name from how good that dih is.

"sorry, 'ji... it's just- you were so into it—then you froze!" you continued to let out laughter, leaning your head back into the pillow you were literally burying yourself in.

sanji just smiles at you, for a moment when he brushes a hand through his blonde hair. “apologies my love… i assure you it’ll be fully paid for.” his hand caresses your face for a moment,

god he just cant enough of you.

[galamalion]

— ★ LET'S DO THE MONSTER $MASH !

★ summary. happy halloween! what spooky hijinks are you getting up to with you lover tonight? don't forget your costumes!

☆ pairings. luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, law x fem!reader

☆ contents. !smut! fem!reader, costumes (all), grinding, kissing (luffy), degradation, light impact play, rough sex (zoro), bondage, collars (sanji), breast play, improper use of devil fruits (ace), roleplay, grinding (sabo), virgin kink, purity kink, roleplay, alcohol mention (kid), predator/prey kink, chasing, roleplay (killer), medical kink, roleplay, grinding (law) | mdni.

★ a/n. had this sitting in my drafts unfinished since. well. you know. anyways enjoy this perfectly appropriate and thematic—NOT intended for a completely different holiday—new years piece! (^ 0 ^)

MONKEY D. LUFFY wears a pirate costume, and you get to be his treasure!

all luffy could talk about was how he wanted to be a pirate for halloween (again), and there was absolutely no way to convince him to be anything else. therefore, you had to come up with the perfect costume to match him, and you were not about to choose "pirate-but-sexy" for the nth year in a row.

you were, of course, decked out completely in shimmering colors. gold and silver necklaces, rings, and bangles covered your entire body, complete with more than a few sets of pearls on your neck. and to top it all off? a crown set atop your head, glowing regally with the help of the jewels embedded into it. all of this finery, and you were covered from head to toe in twinkling body glitter.

luffy was immediately blinded upon seeing you (as was everyone else who had the misfortune of gazing upon your glimmering form), but seemed standoffish for the rest of the night, rarely speaking but often rubbing a finger across your arm, leg, or wherever your skin was revealed, coating his finger in the fine, sparkling powder. it wasn't until you got back to the ship after the party that luffy decided to pounce.

"you're so shiny," luffy panted, squeezing your chest with his left hand and your ass with the other. his eyes were blown wide, enraptured by your glistening body. "and you're all mine." a blissful sigh left your lips as luffy's bulge glided against your slit, in addition to his constant fondling of your body. a wet patch had begun forming on his shorts—mostly due to your own slick, but even he was contributing to the mess. you never expected him to be so entranced by your costume, but perhaps it was his inner pirate speaking. "i'm glad you like it, luf," you said, moving your lips to meet luffy's. if it weren't for the glitter on your skin, you were sure luffy would have left an innumerable number of hickeys across your body. luffy pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. "i need more," he gasped, seizing your body and pressing you down into the bed. suddenly, the thought of being covered in hickeys didn't seem impossible anymore.

RORONOA ZORO is wrapped up as a mummy, and you're about to raid his tomb!

you knew zoro wasn't going to put any effort into a costume, so it was up to you to find something he wouldn't try to strip out of. zoro was already used to wearing bandages (L) so it wasn't hard to wrap a couple around his arms, legs, and one across his head for good measure. your costume was far more detailed; a high-quality recreation of a certain gun-wielding, tank top wearing archaeologist.

from the start, zoro wasn't able to keep his eyes off you. the way you moved, the way you talked, the way you stood in that outfit was enough to make him twitchy all night (and his costume was not helping his predicament.) some partygoers speak to you normally, while others take daring glances at your costume. zoro is not pleased with either group.

really, the more he thought about it, this whole party and costume thing was your fault. by the time you get back to your shared cabin on the sunny, zoro is already peeling his bandages off, eager to be done with tonight. you, on the other hand, are enthusiastically helping zoro de-bandage himself. after all, it just means he has to help you disrobe afterwards, right?

zoro's fingers gripped the band your tight shorts, as if he was about the rip them off, only to squeeze your ass instead with his large hands. despite your request for him to help you undress, he seemed more eager for you to keep the outfit on. "you should wear shit like this more often," he snorted, running one of his hands down your thigh, reaching the thigh strap and sneaking a finger around the elastic. zoro pulled on it, stretching the band and letting it thwack against your flesh. you let out a moan, gritting your teeth at the sweet sting. zoro's hands were already up at your chest, ripping the buttons off your shirt and exposing your chest. a satisfied grin lined his face as he leaned back, bringing your hands down to his zipper. "your turn to help me undress, babe," he said, letting you feel the hard tent forming in his tan pants. you steeled your resolve, accepting that this striptease was only just the beginning of tonight.

VINSMOKE SANJI is disguised as a handsome lion, and you're his ringmaster!

when the idea of a costume party was first conceived, sanji immediately floated matching costume ideas to you. "chef and cupcake" was a cute idea in theory, but you weren't looking forward to the execution. besides, you were incredibly excited to carry sanji by a collar for the night! probably not as excited as he was, however.

sanji behaved like a guard dog the whole night—maybe guard lion would be a better word—chasing off pervs with a nasty look in his eye and giving you a nice, fuzzy shoulder to lean on after you had a couple glasses of punch. of course, mr. lion couldn't stop himself from whispering the pretty plans you two had after the party into your flushed ear.

your hands are all over each other by the time you get back onto the ship. only once you get into your room do your hands slip under the clothes and into the sheets. the costume you received came with some props that you initially had no use for, but sanji can find a use for any tool.

"toys are on the dresser," you gasped out as sanji sucked the side of your neck, the two of you practically stumbling into your room. sanji's shirt had been thrown to the ground while the buttons on your own were popped open, exposing your chest. you threw yourself on the bed, arching your back and waiting for sanji to grab whichever toys interested him the most. seconds later he stood over you, holding a collar and whip in his hands—the latter was a bold choice, you'd never expected him to take that one. "i thought it'd be cute, having the ringmaster be subdued," sanji chuckled, fastening the collar to your neck with a click! "no need to brace yourself either, mon minou, i'd rather die than lay a hand on you." with a skill you didn't know sanji had, he loosely tied the whip around your wrists, securing you to the headboard. "ready, mon amour? we're both in for a long night," he sighed in bliss, straddling himself over your lower half. next year, you were definitely using this costume again.

PORTGAS D. ACE is dressing up as a firefighter, and you're matching as his loyal dalmation!

at first, it was hard to convince ace to dress up as something antithetical to his position as fire fist, but after telling him he could be shirtless for the costume, he was 100% on board! he was also a fan of your costume, flicking your ears up and down and up and—

the party was a blast, and ace was eager to show off your costumes to partygoers, making silly poses and taking plenty of photos. despite being a devil fruit user, ace also insists on being a real firefighter. as such, the deviant carries around a water gun to use whenever and on whoever he sees fit—even spraying you straight in the chest, drenching your spotted costume.

your boyfriend quickly hands over his firefighter jacket, covering your body and escorting you to a bedroom to help dry your shirt off. ace's powers are almost ideal—as long as you keep about 5 feet between you and the fire. luckily, his hands seen warm enough to help. and with a little persuasion, maybe you can find an even warmer part.

"a-are you sure this the best way?" ace stammered, his face so red it matched the beads around his neck. the clearly excited smile on ace's face betrayed his seeming apprehension—the pervert was clearly begging for you to keep going. "maybe you're right," you sighed, pulling his warm hands away from your chest, much to his obvious disappointment. you slid off the bed and saddled yourself on the floor, sitting right between his legs. "you locked the door, right ace?" you said, moving your hands to his zipper. all your boyfriend could do was nod his head frantically, his goofy smile reappearing as he shrugged off his boxers with your help. "god, i fucking love you baby," he sung in pleasure as his cock went into your shirt, feeling his heat spread across your tits. throwing his head back in pleasure, ace made a mental note to dress up more often.

SABO wants to be a knight this evening, and he needs a princess to match!

no one else commits harder to a joke than sabo. and sabo's idea of a joke is wearing a full, authentic suit of armor to a party. likewise, he insists you wear an authentic dress to match. puffy sleeves, real silk, and fine lace adorn your body in such a tight way that it's almost hard to breathe. sabo just slaps your back (with a metal covered hand, ouch) and tells you it'll just be a couple hours. the two of you have done crazier things in the bedroom than this, he says. asshole.

he enjoys keeping his face covered by his helmet, then surprising friends and partygoers by flipping it up. and, as your knight, he insists on being by your side, protecting you from anyone who dare attack his princess! (like the maniac running around with a water gun)

after the party, the two of you are happy to shed your uncomfortable, but still very impressive, costumes. sabo gets his suit of armor off before you can even attempt to shrug off a shoe. but now that he's free from his metal prison, he's more than happy to help his princess undress.

"it would have been fun to try this at the party," sabo chuckled, forcing you to arch your back as he yanked on the lacing of your dress. "oops, that just made it tighter! my bad, sweetie." "asshole," you managed to squeeze out, feeling sabo's bulge press closer against your ass. "just help get your princess out of this contraption." the bastard was getting too big a kick out of this, and all you wanted to do was get out of this damn dress. a hand traveled beneath your skirt, flipping the fabric up and exposing your backside. "theres gotta be a zipper around here somewhere, right baby? any ideas?" sabo whistled, and you couldn't help but snicker at his comment this time. "it's an older model—comes with a keyhole! but you need a pretty big key to get in." you wiggled your ass for emphasis, giggling at your own joke. from behind you heard a hearty laugh, followed by the sound of a buckle being undone. you figured you could stand being in this overly tight silk for just a bit longer. or at least until sabo ripped it off you.

EUSTASS KID begrudgingly accepts his devil costume, only as long his angel accompanies him!

from the start, kid isn't a fan of wearing a costume. only once you tell him about the party aspect does kid accept the idea of this "costume" you speak of. kid's regular attire fits the description of "devil" well enough, so all you do is add a horned headband and tell him to look extra red and evil for tonight. you, on the other hand, dress in as much white as possible, complete with fluffy wings and a halo to match.

at the party, all kid cares about is getting as hammered as possible. he's laughing with his crew, beer in hand with you sitting on his lap. despite his earlier attitude towards his costume, he seems to get really in character after a few drinks, making comments about how a "devil like him" got with an "angel like you," flicking your wings for extra emphasis.

by the time the party's dispersed, you're dragging an excited kid back to your shared room. he's handsy the whole way through, and his comments about your costumes have gone up a notch, clearly more interested than he was at the start of the night. kid's got plans in his head even before the door closes, and he's ready to enact these new fantasies.

"c'mere babe, 'wanna hold ya," kid laughed, falling into his chair. he patted his thigh, beckoning you over. the horns you made him wear at the start of the party still sat on his head, blending in with his hair and making him look like a real demon. "hold me? like, cuddling?" you replied coyly, doing your best to play the part of "pure angel" as you sat in his lap. given the huge ass grin on his face, you took it as a sign that you were doing a splendid job. "virgin angel needs a devil to teach 'er." kid slipped a hand under your dress, using his other hand to play around with your wings. "could rip these babies off, teach ya about pain and pleasure—the two good things in life." his breath was hot against your ear, and you shuddered as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. "i'm a fast learner," you gasped, leaning into his body. a part of you wondered how far kid would take this roleplay, but an even bigger part of you wondered how much of your costume would be left by the end of this long, long night.

KILLER is decked out as jason, and watch out, you're his final girl!

it's easy to get killer to dress up, mostly because jason's mask also has near identical holes to killer's usual mask. but he also has fun helping you dress up, cutting up and splattering your survivalist outfit with fake blood in order look the part. you have your own fun, playing around with different hairstyles like your boyfriend was your own personal doll. a doll caked in fake blood, that is.

the party was fun, and despite what your costumes suggested, you and killer were attached to each other the whole night. while killer would show everyone his new punishers, replaced with machetes to match his costume, you'd stick a straw through one of his mask holes so that he could sip.

on the way back to the ship with the rest of the crew, killer pulls you off to the side to whisper in your ear. his idea? you get a 30 second head start to run into the island, and then killer will be hot on your trail. a countdown isn't necessary—you start your sprint into the woods while your boyfriend's laugh echoes in the distance.

you gasped for air, ducking under branches and leaping over exposed roots. if it weren't for your combat boots, you'd surely have face-planted about five minutes ago. in the distance you could hear killer approaching, and he was doing it quickly. with a flourish, you threw yourself against a tree, pretending to lean against it for support to catch your breath. in an instant, you felt your chest press against the tree, a large machete cutting into the trunk right beside you. killer's body pressed itself into you, and you could feel something else pressing into your body as well. "caught you," he whispered into your ear, sending a chill down your spine. "you gonna beg for mercy, pretty girl?" killer's knee positioned itself between your legs, and you couldn't help but slightly grind on it. "oh please mr. scary killer! if you let me go, i'll make it worth your while!" you cried out, unable to hide the sly smile on your face. cold metal touched your back as killer's machete cut open the back of your shirt. as eager as you were for the main course, you prayed that killer had something new for you to wear on your walk back to the ship.

TRAFALGAR LAW accepts his position as doctor, but only if he has his trusty nurse!

costumes aren't law's thing—he's the type to value comfort over looks in nearly every situation. but he's already got a stethoscope in the medical bay and a lab coat in his closet, so it was meant to be! after you told ikkaku about your idea, she gleefully fished a skimpy nurse outfit from a box, complete with a nurse cap to match. once law sees you try it on, he no longer complained about having to wear his doctor costume.

law's nursing (lmao) a drink in his hand for nearly the whole event, always trailing behind you like a lost puppy who would rather be at home reading a book. eventually you find a couch you two can cuddle on while also catching up with some old friends. law pouts through most of it, setting his chin on your head while you relax on his lap.

back on the submarine, law just wants to be in his boxers and get to bed. as he's on the side of your bed, kicking off his pants, you approach, sliding yourself on his lap. you fiddle with the collar of his lab coat and run your fingers down his stethoscope, informing him that he needed to complete his physical exam before bed.

"you've got a bit of a fever, doc," you said, pressing the back of your hand against law's forehead. as you did so, you pushed your clothed cunt against the tent in law's boxers, eliciting a low moan from the man. you tutted, "thats not a good sign, mr. trafalgar." you continued grinding against him, pulling gently on his stethoscope. "any idea what it could be, doc? i'd love to help, but it's hard to find the source of this problem." "just," law hissed, his hips twitching upwards into yours, "keep doing that. keep moving your hips." law's mouth swept over your exposed collarbone, peppering harsh kisses into your skin. "you got it, doc!" you said with cheer, slipping a finger into the band of his boxers and yanking them down. law's cock sprang free, and you allowed it to sit snuggly between your ass. if law's grip on your body was anything to go by, you were definitely on the right path for a cure.

[buckyswishlist]

Attention → Monkey D. Luffy

Monkey D. Luffy x Fem!reader

Summary: Luffy just wants your attention, and the one thing he might like eating more than food, is you.

CW: 18+, smut, oral (fem reciving), squirting, use of the word babygirl. no use of y/n, use of the word cunt

Word Count: 1.5k

Song: Eat it - Megan Thee Stallion

Authors Note: In honor of season 2 coming out today! I wrote this in like 30 mintues so if there are any major mistakes i'm sorry! Anyways I hope you enjoy this and remember to let me know if you have any requests! xoxo

“Please baby…., pleaseeee, pretty please with a cherry on top!” the curly haired man squeaks.

“Luffy” you gawk out at the man in front of you, practically begging for your attention.

“What can possibly be so important right now that you have to interrupt me while I’m trying to document our last voyage” you scowl at him. You’re not really mad but there are times when Luffy gets so worked up that you need to tell him to dial it down. 

You can tell that your tone got to him because he looks a little defeated which, if you knew Luffy, never happens. 

“I….I just wanted your attention” he replies back to you and god you feel like an asshole. Your sweet, perfect, golden retriever boyfriend who quite literally looks at you like you’ve hung all the stars in the sky for him just wants your undivided attention. 

You let out a sigh “I’m sorry luffy, Nami has been on me for not finishing this sooner and I guess I just got a little stressed. I didn’t mean to snap at you. You have my full attention as of now” you smile at him, hoping he can feel how genuine your words are. 

As soon as the words leave your mouth he sports a suspicious looking grin on his face “you know what’s good for stress release?” he asks while moving closer to where you had been standing. Moving a piece of hair behind your ear he whispers “coming on my tongue”. 

Your legs practically give out when you hear the dirty words leave his mouth. Despite giving off the innocent energy that he shows the world, Luffy has never been afraid to tell you exactly what he wants, and that includes what he wants in the bedroom. 

“We…,we can’t, it’s the middle of the day. Everyone is up, what if they need you? Or worse, they hear us!” You gasp out, trying to hide the way your thighs just squeezed together to fight the urge to jump on him.

“C’mon babygirl, you know you want to. When’s the last time we’ve gotten to do this? I promise I’ll be quiet, and if you get too loud, I’ll cover your mouth. You can’t tell me you don’t want me to eat that pretty pussy. I want to, been craving it all morning” to seal his words, he places a light peck on your lips.

And god how can you say no to that? He’s not lying, you do want him. You always want him. And if he’s offering, you might as well take him up on it. 

“Fine, but we have to stay quiet and try and make it quick, I would be mortified if anyone found out we were doing this right now!” you say as you grab his hand and drag him to your shared bed. You don’t even need to look back to see that he has a wicked grin on his face.

“I can make you come in minutes with my tongue, don’t doubt me” he winks as he lays you down and shimmies off your shorts and underwear. Not bothering to take off your top. 

You can feel your heart sped up at the thought of your body being the only one exposed. It’s nerve wracking but also extremely hot. The fact that he wants to take care of your pleasure with nothing in return makes you unbelievably wet. 

Positioning himself on his knees, hands flat on the bed he places soft kisses on the tops of your thighs, darting his tongue out ever so slightly and licking wet lines across your flesh. 

Your breath hitches at the foreplay, Luffy now’s how to work you up. To get you to the point where you are begging for him, and before you practically yell at him for more, you feel his body shift so that he’s on his tummy and kissing the inside of your thighs. 

“Luff, baby, please” you rasp out, wanting to feel his tongue on you 

“Please, what babygirl?” He smirks up at you

“Please eat me out, want your tongue” you whisper, still aware that anyone could be listening. 

He doesn’t respond to your request verbally but he does blow a woosh of cool air directly on your cunt. Then licks a long stripe up your pussy. 

The contact makes you gasp, you want to close your thighs but his hand is practically prying them open. 

Fuck you wisper and bite your lip, looking down at the messy locks of hair in between your thighs. His tongue is now circulating the bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head when you feel his lips wrap around your clit and suck. 

One hand flies to your mouth to cover the noise that wants to come out and the other tangles in his hair, hoping he gets the hint to keep sucking on your clit. 

He does, his sucks powerful and all encompassing. You feel so so good, he eats you out like a man starved. In the back of your head you think the one thing Luffy might like more than food is eating your pussy. 

He alternates between sucking your clit and licking all over your cunt, making a mess of himself. You can see his pretty brown eyes looking at you and this makes you moan. The fact that he’s so entranced by you, makes your blood boil in the best way possibles 

You feel his tongue enter your opening and you have to bite down on your fist to stop yourself from screaming. He’s practically drowning in your wetness, marveling in, the glimmer in his eyes show how much he likes it.

“Are you going to come for me, baby girl?” He questions, eyes looking up at you. His lips and chin shiny from your juices.

Nodding you tell him “I’m so close baby, just a little more” and it’s true, you are close but you never want this to end.

He smiles at you and dives back in, licking your clit like his life depends on it. You feel the familiar coil in your tummy start to tighten but also an unfamiliar sensation in your pelvis, a sort of pressure that almost feels like you have to pee. Before you can say anything, Luffy is flicking his tongue fast over your clit and you can’t even utter the words that you are going to come before you feel yourself clench down on nothing and a waterfall of liquid squirting out of you.

You have to be screaming, eyes closed shut, toes curled. Waves of intense pleasure coursing through you. Luffy continues to lick you through your intense orgasm. 

When you finally come down from your high you look down at your boyfriend mortified, you just fucking squirted all over his face and moaned so loud that the entire ship heard you.

Opening your mouth to apologize, Luffy lunges up and kisses you. Hot, wet, and messy. You can taste yourself on him. 

He’s panting when he talks “fuck that was so hot, did you know you could do that?” He questions.

“No I didn’t. I’m so sorry Luffy, that was so embarrassing. You just made me feel so good” your hands are now covering your face. 

Prying your hands away Luffy shakes his head “No, no, no, absolutely not, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, do you know how hard I am right now. I’m going to want to make you squirt every time now” 

You smile at him, really a man as good as Luffy could never make you feel embarrassed. He moves to grab a towel when there’s a loud knock on the door.

“Yall done in there? Lunch is ready. Seems like you both are going to need some extra energy” Sanji yells out following it up with a laugh. 

You let your head hit the backboard with a sigh “we are never going to live this one down are we” you ask 

“Nope! But hey, at least they know how good I can make you feel” Luffy says excitedly, not giving a care in the world that all his best friends know what you guys were doing. 

Honestly it was only a matter of time before they heard you. Next time you would be more prepared. Maybe it was time to invest in some better sound proofing. 

[mugiwarie]

AGAIN AND AGAIN.

💋 (request): can u make a luffy smut childhood friends w/ benefits doggy style & multiple creampies please and thank u

summary: being luffy's childhood friend was always fun-being dragged into his wild ideas, however... that's something else entirely. tonight, he wants to try something new with you, and you're not sure if you'll survive... but whatever the captain says goes, remember?

pairings: luffy x afab!reader

🐙: SMUT. p in v sex. multiple creampies. doggy style. overstimulation. whiny & desperate! luffy. sloppy sex. rough sex. spanking. hair pulling. first time / first experience. childhood friends. implied friends with benefits. female-bodied reader. sanji's a perv.

📍: 2.4k words.

💌: : WHEEWW i went overboard w this one 😭 i’m ngl when i got this notification for your request i started laughing audibly. it was sooo detailed and specific, BUT HERE YOU GOOO ♡

being a part of luffy’s crew had always been the plan. as kids, it wasn’t hard to believe—not when your childhood friend kept talking your ear off about becoming the future “king of the pirates.”

you never made fun of him. never once. you believed in him—you always did. it was luffy. whatever he said, you knew he’d do anything to make it happen.

the straw hats changed your life drastically—in the best way possible. even if luffy had already changed it back when you were kids, every day out at sea felt like a new adventure. it was never boring. how could it be, with luffy as your captain?

still, tonight was one of those rare, quiet nights. the kind that hardly ever happened. the ocean breeze was cool, the waves calm, the ship gently rocking beneath your feet.

your cabin glowed with warm light as you got ready for bed. it had been a long day—one that left your bones aching and your eyelids heavy. you were more than ready for some well-deserved rest.

that was, until the door opened.

your cabin door.

no knock. no warning. just barged straight in. you didn’t even need to look to know who it was.

“luffy?” you groaned, half-turning toward him. “it’s so late. why are you here?”

just as you were about to sleep, your captain decides to appear in the dead of night.

as if he didn’t hear you at all, luffy flopped face-first onto your bed, rolling around until he settled flat on his back, hands tucked behind his head.

“mm—i wanna try something!”

the familiar enthusiasm was there, bright and unfiltered like always. and yet… something about it felt different. you couldn’t quite explain why.

“try what?” you asked, raising a brow. “at this hour?”

“i saw it in sanji’s book!”

uh oh. that couldn’t be good.

“luffy,” you sighed, “you can’t even read.”

“doesn’t mean i can’t see pictures!” he shot back instantly.

you shook your head, already resigned. “alright… what is this thing you wanna try?”

for once, luffy actually paused.

he stared up at the ceiling, brows furrowing slightly as if he were trying to organize his thoughts—an unusual sight. after a moment, he huffed.

“dunno,” he admitted. “it was like… somethin’. but it made me feel kinda… weird.”

confused, you sat down beside him on the bed.

his gaze shifted to you then.

“and you were the first person i thought of,” he added quietly. “the one i wanna do it with.”

his voice dropped—lower than usual, missing that familiar boyish pitch you’d grown to love.

and suddenly, the room felt a little warmer.

luffy watches you sit beside him, and this time he doesn’t grin right away. his eyes linger. not wandering—focused. like he’s trying to understand something by staring at it long enough.

“…you’re warm,” he says.

it’s simple. not teasing. just an observation.

you blink. “it’s hot in here.”

“mmh.” he shifts, closer without thinking. his knee presses into yours, and he doesn’t move it away. “still.”

there’s a pause. the kind that feels loaded.

luffy swallows. you notice because he almost never does that.

“that thing i said,” he mutters. “about feelin’ weird.”

he rubs the back of his neck, eyes flicking away for half a second before coming back to you.

“it’s here again.”

he presses two fingers to his chest, slower than before. firmer.

“gets loud when you’re close.”

your breath stutters. he notices that too. his gaze sharpens—not playful, not confused. just… intent.

“…you do that,” he says quietly.

“do what?”

“that.” he nods at your face. your breathing. “when i say stuff.”

he leans in—not fast, not slow. just enough that the space between you feels fragile.

“i don’t like it,” he admits. then, quickly, honest, “but i don’t wanna stop.”

his hand moves before he thinks about it, settling on your thigh. not squeezing. just there. warm. heavy.

he freezes.

doesn’t pull back.

“…i’ve never done this before,” he says under his breath. “sanji’s book was dumb! didn’t explain anything!”

then, softer. almost serious.

“but i know i want you close.”

his thumb shifts—barely. like he’s testing something.

“you okay with that?”

the ship rocks gently beneath you. and for the first time tonight, luffy isn’t smiling. he’s waiting.

you were confused. luffy had never shown any romantic interest in anyone. but here he was, so close. so close your faces were practically touching. and somehow, it felt… right. with him here, you closed the gap—pressing your lips to his. he tasted like meat.

he didn’t pull away, but it was obvious he was struggling to kiss back. it was like he wanted to devour your lips, harsh and rough, untamed—just like him. just like your luffy.

luffy lets out a shaky breath, almost a laugh, like he can’t believe himself. his hands tighten at your waist—not claiming, not owning—just grounding himself as the feeling swells again.

“hah…” he mutters, breathless. “feels… feels good.”

but he doesn’t stop.

he kisses you again, harder this time, like he’s finally stopped thinking altogether. his lips crash into yours, open and hungry, teeth and heat and impatience all tangled together. sloppy, untrained, but full of want—like he’s trying to memorize you by touch alone.

his hands move on their own, sliding up your sides, thumbs pressing just a little as he pulls you closer. too close. not close enough. he shifts, knees knocking against the bed, leaning over you, weight warm and solid.

“mm—hey,” he breathes against your mouth, barely pulling back, eyes dark and unfocused. “feelin’… weird again.”

before you can answer, he kisses you again—faster, deeper, like the feeling is chasing him. his lips trail clumsily along your jaw, your neck—lingering too long, then darting back, restless.

he presses his forehead to yours, chest rising and falling against yours.

“mmm… need more,” he murmurs, voice low, almost amazed. “wanna try what i saw—please.”

he’s close now, close enough that you feel the heat from his chest, the rapid thump of his heartbeat. his hands grip your waist tighter, thumbs pressing into your sides.

your breath catches, and you finally whisper, “okay… let’s try it.”

before you can say anything, he’s already moving, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt.

“—it was… like this,” he mutters, struggling slightly. his hands move down to your pants. “these… off too.”

his voice drops, almost awed. “you’re… even better than the stupid book.”

he lifts you up effortlessly, pressing you down on all fours on your bed. his hands grip your waist, holding you tight, almost like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “stay… stay like that,” he whines, voice trembling, needy, as he slaps your ass.

you yelp, loud and sharp, and he groans, low and frustrated, like he can’t believe how loud it made you—and how it made him feel.

he leans in, close enough to see every detail of your warm pussy, his eyes dark and desperate, fingers tracing the slick. every touch makes him whine, shaky and needy, like he can’t stop himself.

“ahh… i… i wanna hear it again… make me hear you, please…” he pants, voice breaking, shaky and needy, eyes wide and searching yours for permission, for reassurance, for anything to let him keep going.

“l—luff… need you. please.”

those words made luffy’s cock throb even more. he couldn’t handle it. he had never felt like this before. he wanted to feel good. feel good with you.

he unbuttoned his shorts. you looked back to meet his eyes as he touched the tip of his cock—so pretty, pink and flushed.

the tip was wet with pre-cum. he played with the slit, panting like he’d never done this before. his other hand still gripped your ass.

he met your gaze, darkness behind his eyes.

“i’ll… put it in, ‘kay?” he whispered, still touching himself.

he shifts closer, the heat of him pressing against you. his hands don’t stop—one still on your ass, the other teasing himself.

“gonna… gonna feel so good,” he pants, voice breaking. “can’t… can’t wait…”

he lines himself up slowly, hovering just behind you, eyes wide and desperate, like he’s trying to memorize every inch. every sight, every sound.

he lets the tip enter first, not pushing further.

“ah… g-gonna… gonna go slow,” he pants, voice cracking, barely a whisper. “i… i’ll try… but can’t… can’t promise i won’t… ah…”

he pushes in deeper, feeling you clench around his cock—so warm, so tight, it’s almost too much.

“c-can’t… can’t stop thinking… about this… about you…” he whines, shaky breath, letting his hips move, just slightly faster now, needy, impatient.

every small movement makes him whine, almost moaning, like he’s fighting to hold back, to respect the slow pace he promised—but it’s a losing battle.

“i… i’ll be gentle… i swear… but… ah… ah…” his voice breaks, raw and desperate, thrusting harder and faster.

he groans, low and ragged, hips snapping against you almost recklessly now.

“ah… can’t… can’t hold it… feels too good… need more…” he pants, voice breaking, eyes dark with need.

his hands grip your ass tight, anchoring himself, but not restraining—just needing contact. every thrust makes him whine, short little sounds, like he’s trying to tell you how lost he is without words.

“so… so tight… feels… ah… so good…” he moans, voice rising, nearly desperate, shoving just a little harder, chasing the feeling that’s building too fast.

his hand snakes into your hair, gripping it, making you look back at him as he thrusts harder.

“look… at me…” he whispers, voice rough. “want you to see while you take all… all of me.”

he drives deeper, moaning loudly with every movement. as he smacks your ass, he starts to lose control completely, picking up his pace.

“l—luff! slow down…! t—too much!” you cry out as he pulls your hair, drooling now. the feeling of him inside you is too much, he was stretching you open.

“hah… can’t…! feels too good!” he whines, voice cracking, thrusting harder, desperate.

“l-luffy… too… too much…!” you gasp, voice breaking, fingers clawing into the sheets. “ah… can’t… keep up!”

his hands clutch your hips, digging in, trembling, shaking with every thrust. each whine, each groan is higher, rawer, more desperate—like he’s losing himself completely.

“so… so good… ah… too good…!” he moans, thrusting deeper, faster, sloppy and wild, like nothing else exists but this, but you.

“hah… l-luff… i… i can’t… ahhh…! feels so… s-so good…!” you cry out, thighs trembling, body nearly giving up—but luffy tugs your hair, jerks you flush against him, unrelenting.

his voice cracks again, high, whiny, dripping with need. “hah… won’t… won’t stop… i… i need… need this… need you…!”

“p-please… more…!” you whine, letting your body ride his rhythm, letting him feel every shiver, every gasp, every tremor. “luff—! ♡”

he loses all control—patience, rhythm, everything. thrusts become erratic, erratic, messy. gasping, whining between panting, desperate, like he’s trying and failing to hold himself together.

“ahhh…! can’t… can’t think… just… need… want…” he pants, utterly lost, chasing the heat that’s building too fast, too raw, too overwhelming.

his body trembles with it—every push, every groan, every slick, wet friction making him lose another piece of himself.

“g—gonna…cum… inside—want it inside. please…”

you gasp, inside…? your captain wants to fill you up…your thighs clench, body shivering at the thought.

“mmm… inside—! fill me up, cap—! ♡”

that’s it. hearing you say it… calling him captain… it sends him over the edge.

luffy lets out a whiny, filthy groan, loud and unrestrained, shaking as he loses himself completely.

“g—gonna cum… inside… hahhh…! ♡”

every thrust sloppy, frantic, desperate. every whine a little higher, a little rawer. he’s completely lost. and he doesn’t care.

his hips stutter once, twice, and then he’s trembling, shaky, groaning your name like it’s a prayer.

“ahhhh…! can’t… can’t hold… can’t… hahhh…! ♡” he pants, voice cracking, whiny and desperate, eyes rolling as his body shudders violently against yours.

he clutches your hips so tight it leaves marks, every thrust sloppy, erratic, desperate, like he’s begging his own body to keep going even as it betrays him.

“g-gonna… cum inside… hahhh… can’t stop… can’t… mmm…! ♡” he cries, filling up your tight pussy, letting himself spill into you.

“f—feels so good..! so warm…luff—! ♡” luffy was still spilling inside you, making sure that you get every single drop.

you collapse on the bed, face still pressed into the pillow, panting like you’ve run a race. luffy doesn’t pull out. you assume it’s because he’s still trying to fill you up.

you close your eyes for a few seconds, hoping to catch your breath—but suddenly, you feel his cock twitch inside you again.

he’s moving. thrusting slowly, almost lazily at first, like he’s savoring it.

“l—luff..? wha—?”

before you can even finish, he taps your ass gently, just enough to make you flinch.

“mmmm… need more. just lie down,” he mutters, voice low, whiny, desperate, like he’s begging you to give him the green light again.

his hips press into yours, slow at first, then building—harder, faster, each motion sloppy, trembling. every whine that escapes him is raw, needy, like he’s losing his mind but doesn’t care.

you’re flat on the bed, gasping, chest heaving, fingers gripping the sheets. “l-luff… too much… can’t… again… hahhh…!” you cry, voice shaky, half-lost between pleasure and exhaustion.

luffy groans, whining, hips stuttering inside you, completely oblivious to your protests. “hah… i… i don’t… i don’t care… feels too good… can’t stop… take it… ♡”

he grips your hips tighter, pulling you closer, fucking into you slow at first, then faster as his need takes over. every pant, every whine, every shove is desperate and ragged. he’s trembling, shaky, but nothing can stop him now.

“l-luff… too… too much… please… hahhh…!” you gasp again, voice cracking, trying to push back, trying to catch your breath.

“hah… mmm… not… not gonna stop… can’t… want you… so good… ♡” he pants, face buried close to your neck, teeth grazing your shoulder as he thrusts harder, sloppy, erratic, completely lost.

he whines your name over and over, frantic, shaky, like he’s barely holding himself together. you’re crying out, panting, overwhelmed, but it doesn’t slow him—he’s a mess of need, entirely consumed.

“hah… g-gonna… gonna cum… inside…again… and again… hahhh… ♡” he pants, shoving all the way in, reckless and desperate, like he’s giving everything to you and only you.

it doesn’t take him long before he finally releases inside you again.

“g—god… feels so good… you milking me like this,” he pants, voice shaky and desperate.

“yes… yes… yes… luffy—so, so good! ♡” you gasp back, breathless, voice cracking.

just as he knows every single drop is inside your pretty pussy, he plops down beside you, pressing you close. his chest flush against yours, warmth lingering, trembling slightly from the effort.

“wanna do this… all the time… with you.”

[fluttrdoll]

⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ thinking about luffy who absolutely hates wearing condoms, always pouting whenever you make him wear one after your period came late one time and making you fear for the worst. and while luffy didn’t actually get you pregnant, the thought alone put your head back on straight, realising you definitely need to start using protection. luffy tried to counter, “but why? i can just pull out! it doesn’t feel as good when i wear a condom..”, pouting at your shaking head when you tell him for a final time, it’s sex with a condom or no sex at all.

however, luffy can sometimes be such a brat. it doesn’t matter how firm you are or how hard you put your foot down, luffy always manages to get his way with you one way or another. so here you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you raw with your legs resting on his shoulders as he pounds into your glossy pussy, holding back his triumphant smirk, “see? doesn’t it feel so much better raw..?”, he asks so innocently despite the filth he was doing to you, smiling wide when he sees you nod your head mindlessly with pretty whines falling from your lips.