Whose Hand Is That? 🖐

Oh, Captain (Luffy x reader)

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 5222

Warnings: Afab!reader, gendered language, noncon, physical coercion, outdoor sex, inappropriate use of 5th Gear

A/N: My second ever commission and the lovely donor was kind enough to give me permission to post it for everyone else to read. Thank you for a great experience, @avidbroswer!! 🩷🩷🩷

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Let’s help Luffy, they’d said.  

We’re a crew, they’d said. Family. 

You don’t feel very much like family when you’re running for your life from the very captain you’d sworn loyalty to. Or at least, you’re pretty sure that the strange figure with white nimbus cloud hair is your captain. You’d watched it happen from a (questionably) safe distance, when he suddenly transformed in a surge of sparking static electricity that made your skin crawl like it was trying to escape from your bones but it’s still hard to believe that it was really him. Even having seen the reality of it with your own two eyes doesn’t make it any easier to accept. 

Luffy was supposed to be a dark haired, dark eyed youth in the prime of his life. Not this uncanny version of him that giddily laughs with boisterous amusement while he ping pongs about so violently within the craggy mess of scorched earth in the wake of his battle with Kaido that you can feel the massive chunks of rock slamming into the ground as much as you can hear it. One after another, from the left and then the right, they just keep falling in an almost continuous rain of rubble and ruin. The resulting shockwaves very nearly take you off your feet more than once but you force yourself to keep running even when your sore legs scream in protest, aching from the exertion. It was the only choice you really had at this point. 

And it’s not lost on you that this is technically your own fault for getting so close to the fight but you’d wanted to help. All that talk of family and crew, and unwavering allegiance to the Straw Hats had clearly infected your brain because you’d rushed straight into the danger zone despite knowing good and well that you were the only one close enough to make it in time. Now you were the one who needed help and it wasn’t going to arrive soon enough to do you any good. 

What an idyllic fool you’d been. 

“Ah!” You suddenly get tripped up in all the rocky debris laying across the ground and fall to your knees with a seething hiss. Your palms come back scraped where they’d shot out to catch you but you’ve managed to avoid taking the brunt of it to the face. Thank the stars for life’s smallest miracles. 

Panting heavily, you just sit there amongst the broken wreckage and detritus for a harrowingly long beat, trying to catch your breath. You can still hear the chaotic destruction of Luffy — or the man who had once been Luffy — bouncing around like a rubber ball behind you, completely unimpeded by the laws of gravity or common sense. It sounded like he was having a blast. 

Maybe that was good. Maybe he hadn’t even noticed you yet, so lost within the mess of demolished land and too tiny a speck to even draw his attention. You had a chance to escape then, if that was the case. 

Any such hopes quickly fizzle out when his uproarious hooting and hollering abruptly rushes towards you, getting louder and louder until your eardrums start to vibrate. You suck in a sharp, nauseated gasp and slap your hands over your ears as you twist around to look behind you. Just in time to watch Luffy sail overhead like a shooting white comet. The kickback from his high velocity speed hits you seconds later, tearing a shriek from your mouth when the wind hits you full force and as solid as any wall. 

Too busy ducking down with your head between your knees to protect yourself from the sting of flying rocks, you don’t get to see how he manages to pivot his momentum mid air and land a couple hundred yards away. You hear it though. You feel the shock of impact too, when it races through the ground to make the rubble underneath you tremble. It goes quiet then, and unnaturally still. Suddenly all you can hear are your own labored gasps. 

You hesitate to do it but, realizing you have no other option, you slowly lift your face to peer out over all the fallen debris. Standing at a distance, Luffy just looks at you with a fiercely manic edge in his now golden-yellow eyes that makes your veins ice up. You’re more certain than ever that this cannot be your captain. He should have been giving you the usual bright faced, happy go lucky grin he always did when he inexplicably came out on top against all the odds that were stacked against him. Not this — viscous leer of victory. 

But if this wasn’t Luffy then who in the seven seas was it? 

“Have you come to celebrate with me?” 

His voice isn’t quite the same either. More raspy, like the weight of immense power flowing through him was putting strain even on his vocal cords. You don’t think you like that any more than you like the way he’s eyeing you up as if you were a stuffed pig on a roasting spit. Even for his bottomless pit of an appetite, you’d never seen him look at another person quite like that. 

Cautiously slow, you straighten up out of your defensive huddle. Work to get your feet under you without taking your attention off him for even a moment and then stand so you can prepare to … what, run again? A lot of good that had clearly done you. 

“I don’t think it’s time to celebrate just yet.” You tell him softly. “We need to find the other Straw Hats. Make sure they’re all okay. You still remember them … don’t you, Luffy?” 

Your emotional plea only succeeds in giving him a momentary pause. “But I have so much energy left. I just want to dance and shout, and jump into the air! You’ll join me, won’t you?” 

He takes a step towards you, a rather aggressive one at that, and you quickly back up. Something told you if you didn’t agree to go along with this he was going to try and force you into joining in on whatever constituted his idea of merrymaking. Unfortunately you weren’t sure if you’d survive that, given the state of all the crumbled boulders littering the ground on this now desolate stretch of land. 

“No, Luffy. Not right now. We have to - -“ 

With an abrupt jerk, he lurches forward as if to launch himself at you. His rubbery legs momentarily struggle for traction on the ground, as if they couldn’t quite decide what consistency they wanted to be, but you don’t plan on sticking around long enough to find out. Feeling like you’ve forgotten how to breathe, you spin around and make a mad dash for it, barreling straight into a dead sprint. 

It’s a resounding effort in futility. 

You don’t even make it three whole steps before he slams into your back hard enough to take you right off your feet. 

There’s a split second moment of shock at how fast he’d managed to close the distance, and then the ground is rushing up at your face again. 

That dizzying blur of vertigo inducing free fall coupled with the way your vision tilts on its axis very nearly has you spewing your guts right then and there. But if Luffy picks up on the dire, sickened tinge coloring your wounded grunt he certainly doesn’t act it. He just flings his arms around your middle, alarming in their fleshy elasticity and yet still familiar to you, then hauls you up against his front before you can slam into the rocks. 

Everything happens much too fast for you to keep up with any of it. Your brain is reeling, still trying to recover from the impact of his body colliding with yours and the subsequent head rush that followed. So stunned you can’t even find the wherewithal to protest his treatment of you let alone try to fight your way free. Unable to do anything else, you simply allow your limbs to bonelessly flail when he takes a handful of eager steps forward with you in his arms. 

In the next moment Luffy spins you out away from him, snagging your wrist to stop your momentum and make you jerk to another abrupt standstill. The yank on your shoulder causes it to pop, splintering pain racing up your arm as you cry out. He doesn’t care though. He either doesn’t care or he doesn’t notice, because he just pulls you right back into him again, hard enough to make you collapse with a teeth rattling jolt against his chest. 

“Come on!” He laughs, loud and frenzied, his hold on you much too tight where it’s shackled around your wrist. “Dance with me! Aren’t you having fun?” 

Teeth gnashing to fight back the nausea, you bring your uncaptured hand up and brace it against his shuddering frame. You’re more than just a little surprised to find his heartbeat hammering out a sharp, almost violent staccato against his ribcage, so powerful you can feel it thrumming through his skin. It reminds you of an endless procession of war drums. Too many to count and impossibly loud, their ferocity equally intimidating and awe inspiring. 

What in the world had happened to him? 

You don’t have the privilege of lingering on that question for very long. Couldn’t afford to, as you try to get your tired legs situated under you again so you can stand on your own. “You’re hurting me, Luffy. We don’t have time for this right now. Just let me go. Please.” 

But he doesn’t even seem to register what you’re saying as a plea at all. 

A snickering, raspy laugh rattles up out of him, and you vehemently push at his narrow chest with your uncaptured hand. Shove him as hard as you can. He still doesn't budge though, simply reaching up to snag that wrist too so he can forcefully spin you around in his arms. You feel sick with the rush of motion coupled with the fatigue and throbbing pain in your body but there’s nothing you can do to stop it. He’s too strong, too wild, too lost in whatever manic high he’s slipped into after his fight with Kaido. 

Tightening his grip to lock you against his front, Luffy moulds himself to the line of your back with such an unnatural, rubbery motion that you find yourself fighting not to wretch even as his mouth finds your neck. He nuzzles at you for a brief moment, just brushing his lips over your jackhammering pulse before angling his nose towards the spot just behind your ear. The breath he draws is slow and savory, and he seems to hold it in his lungs for an unnecessarily long time. 

When he at last sighs out, displacing some of the loose flyaways in your hair, an unmistakable rumble low in his chest accompanies it. “Mmm, you smell good. Like victory.” 

What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Luffy, just listen to me … don’t do this. I - I don’t really understand what's happened to you but we can figure it out together. We’ll fix it. I promise. But you need to let me go or - -“

“Let you go? But we’re having so much fun. I want to have even more fun with you but you’re not a fighter, not like he was. And you don’t want to dance with me either.”

He sounds dangerously close to pouting when he says that last bit and you give a halfhearted twist in his hold, testing for any slack. It’s no good though. For as little effort as he seemed to be putting into it, his arms were like iron shackles where they’re criss crossed over your body. Dammit. 

“Why?” You seethe in frustration and fast mounting panic. “Why won’t you just go back to normal, Luffy? This isn’t like you!” 

His frame shakes behind you with the giggles that rise within him, making his whole body vibrate like a mercilessly shaken soda bottle. It quickly grows, rapidly multiplying and expanding until he at last throws his head back with a cackling peel of laughter aimed up at the sky. It’s much too close to your ear and deafeningly loud, reigniting your desperation to get away from him, but your wild thrashing just causes him to laugh even harder. Like he found it hilarious that you were scared and trapped against him. 

“I can’t!” He howls, belly laughing so ferociously it makes you jerk in his hold. “I can’t go back until I’ve used up all of this energy! It feels like I’m going crazy but it feels good too! Amazing even! I’ve never experienced anything like it before! I want to keep going but you can’t fight and you won’t dance with me … but there’s something else we can do together, isn’t there?” 

“What are you ta - -“

He releases you so suddenly you don’t even realize you’re crumpling to the ground until your butt has already hit the rocks, surprising a yelp out of you. Fresh pain immediately races up from your backside in a blinding starburst and you outright hiss as you gingerly start to angle yourself onto your hip in hopes of taking some of the pressure off of where it hurts the most. You don’t quite make it that far though. 

Luffy’s hands are suddenly on your shoulders, shoving you forward to sprawl out rather inelegantly on your front. He follows you down, pinning you to the destroyed ground with his body weight, and you immediately start to panic in earnest. Your captain didn’t look like much more than a lanky beanpole at first glance but he was so densely packed with muscle that he felt like a sack of bricks on top of you. It makes it hard to breathe and the quickened, gasping lungfuls of air you suck in don’t exactly help. Your chest constricts painfully tight as you struggle against him, forgetting all logic and reason in your blind desperation to get away from him. 

He doesn’t even seem to notice though, still just as unbudging sprawled out over top of you as he’d been when the two of you were standing. No amount of kicking your legs or bucking up underneath him even gives him pause, and his greedy hands fumble down to your waist where they squeeze tight enough to rip a hurt shriek from your throat. This doesn’t cut through the manic haze spurring him on either. He doesn’t even waver. 

“What are you — stop that! Have you lost your mind!” 

“I’m sorry.” He snickers, not sounding very sorry at all as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck again. Another deep, savory inhale. Another rumbling exhale right against your pulse. The faintest growl that trails afterward is new though and you go painfully still under him, hardly even daring the blink despite all the grimy dust kicked up in your desperate fight for freedom. 

You’d never, ever heard such a sound come out of him before. It scares you perhaps most of all, and you’d seen many a frightening and unsettling thing since stepping foot into Onigashima. Somehow this just really took the cake though. 

“I’m sorry,” He says it again. Contradicting this, his callous worn fingers dip into the hem of your pants and start to tug at them, jostling you with each insistent pull. “I’m sorry, heheee. I just can’t help myself. If I can’t have you I don’t know what I’ll do. You’ll help me calm down, won’t you?” 

Your mind struggles to process that. He was asking you to help him? Not with words or medicine, or even the endless supply of food he would have otherwise asked for had he been in his right mind. He wanted your body. 

So that’s what it was then. What it all boiled down to. 

If he couldn’t fight you and you refused to dance with him then that left only one other option. He was going to fuck it out of his system. Anything to get rid of all the excess energy running through his body, making him vibrate like a lit fuse on top of you. It made a certain amount of sense, you supposed, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. 

Curling your hands into tight fists against the rocks, numb to the abrasive sting, you draw a rattling breath to center yourself. It doesn’t do much in the way of good. “Please don’t do this.” 

It’s like he doesn’t even hear you, a grunt of victory puffing out of him when he finally manages to get your pants tugged down over the curve of your ass. 

“Please.” You gasp, the sound wet and faltering. 

Completely ignoring you now, Luffy reaches further down to fumble with something lower while his opposite hand possessively curls around your hip to keep you in place. You hiccup rather sadly at the distant sound of rustling clothes, almost completely lost under the violent pounding of blood in your ears, but there’s no missing the fleshy nudge against the back of your thigh that soon follows. It leaves a sticky smear where it touches you, inspiring an eruption of horrified goosebumps in its wake. 

You don’t have to look to know what’s touching you. The innate knowledge of what’s happening and who is responsible for this paralyzing fear that grips your aching heart in a chokehold is horrible and suffocating all at once. Stinging tears spring up and well in the backs of your eyes but you clench your teeth to try and stifle the terrified wail threatening to claw its way up your throat, knowing it would only sound hysterical. 

On one hand you almost couldn’t believe this was really happening, even though the reality of the situation was staring you right in the face. It just seemed almost too implausibly awful to be real. 

But on the other, Luffy wasn’t exactly known for his self control or restraint. You knew this. Had even found it charming at one point or another, so you brace yourself for the worst. It just might be the only thing that ends up saving you. 

“Captain - -“

“I’m sorry.” 

He’s suddenly between your legs, pressing up into you from behind. You go ramrod stiff against him, your whole body clenching in genuine distress, but it does very little to stop him. Like he’s done it a million times before, or perhaps thanks to the instinctive muscle memory bestowed upon every man with a working cock, he pushes right in on your entrance until cunt slips start to part under the pressure. A thin, tremulous groan escapes him at the first kiss of your hot guts against the tip and then he just keeps pushing. Even when your muscles tense up and try to keep him out. Even when he meets a great deal of resistance as your body tries its best to reject him. If anything he almost seems to take it as a challenge the same way he would another combatant or a roadblock standing between him and his goals. 

In this case his goal is clearly to sink himself in you right down to the hilt, and he just puts more effort into his cause the more you try to fight it. Leans his weight into you until it feels like your poor cunt is taking the full brunt of his mass. The resulting stretch of your inner sleeve is painful and drawn out, taking much longer than it otherwise would have had you been even slightly prepped for this. 

Your mouth hinges open but nothing comes out for a prolonged moment as the tears break loose to streak down your face. It feels like he’s tearing you in half! Either he was much bigger than you’d assumed he’d be or by virtue of how tightly your interior walls were squeezing him — or even some terrible combination of the two —  it was like you were being split down the middle. You couldn’t even breathe through the choking discomfort of it and a threadbare, sobbing little mewl dislodges from your throat when he at last manages to shove himself past that first barrier. 

Full penetration is much easier for him to achieve after that but it’s no less painful, and you cry out when he snaps his hips forward once, twice, and finally lodges his length the rest of the way in on the third. A pleased huff slips out of him as he settles on top of you, a fresh wave of giggles quickly following suit. It was like he’d gone mad. So wrapped up in the raving power that had turned his hair white that he can only laugh about it even while he’s buried balls deep in your body. 

That short lived pause is all the respite you get though and Luffy is soon moving, rutting into you with quick, sharp little jabs up into your guts. You shriek at the top of your lungs, clawing at the ground while you kick out behind you, but he ignores this the same as everything else. Lying prone and trapped under him, all you can do is take it. 

“Waah — why are you doing this, Luffy? It hurts! If … if the others find out about this - -“ 

“I know, hahaaa. I know. I’m sorry, but I can’t stop. You feel … this feels amazing! Almost as good as fighting Kaido did!” 

You seethe at that, trying your damndest not to get caught up on it right now but that proves to be more than a little difficult. He really didn’t see any difference between fucking and fighting? Somehow that seemed so typically him, and you think you would have probably joined him in laughing about it under better circumstances. 

But better circumstances wouldn’t have found you being roughly jostled back and forth on the ground by his eager, jack rabbit thrusts. The motion of his hips lacks any and all refinement with no technique to speak of, and yet that doesn’t stop you from seeing stars every time his cock blindly rams into your upper wall. It punches the air from your lungs and materializes out of your mouth in the form of heaving, strained bleats of distress that quickly climb to a higher and higher pitch with each second that goes by. Not for the first time today, you feel like you really might throw up. 

“Ooh, that’s …” He suddenly gasps, lets out a half strangled groan, and drives himself into you even harder. Faster. The force of his pelvis slapping against your upturned ass rapidly grows to a steady, almost constant blur of stinging swats — plap, plap, plap, plap — and you shriek at the rapidly swelling pressure on your gut. “Ooh, that’s good. That’s good! It feels so good! I - I can’t - -“ 

Without warning, your pussy abruptly floods with wet, sticky warmth. He hadn’t even given you a chance to beg for him to pull out. 

Your eyes widen to the approximate size of dinner plates but he just keeps pistoning his hips even as the rest of his shuddering frame gives a series of little jerks to thoroughly empty his balls into you. He shows no signs of slowing down or tiring any time soon though, his limitless energy evidently far outpacing his obvious lack of experience. 

It’s a hard thing to wrap your reeling head around just how quickly everything has happened and yet there’s no mistaking it for what it is. The sensation is completely foreign to you but you innately understood it for what it represented, what it could potentially mean for your future. You’re not half as relieved to have it done and over with as you are terrified of what it meant. 

Even more confounding, however, is that it doesn’t so much as make Luffy slow down let alone stop now that he’s painted your inner sleeve a thick, creamy white. Not the orgasm itself which, considering how much he fills you up, should have thoroughly drained him for the time being, nor the possible repercussions of allowing himself to shoot off inside of you like that. He just keeps going without a care in the world, like it wasn’t his problem and he still had more than enough stamina to keep up the harried pace he’d settled into for the foreseeable future. The only sign of it burning up any of his energy at all is the slightly labored quality his breathing takes on, but that’s it. 

Realizing that this ordeal is still far from over, you give your body a twist and try to angle your cunt away from the constant attack of his cock. “H - hold on a minute, what … aagghhh, what are you doing, Luffy? You - - you can’t just cum inside like that, you idiot!” 

“Can’t stop! Heheehe, I can’t, I can’t, not when you keep squeezing me like that!” 

All but wheezing at the intense pleasure of thrusting into the sticky mess he’s made of you, Luffy presses himself flush against your sweaty back and circles his arms around your middle. You brace to shove him off, or at least try to, but you don’t quite make it that far. 

Catching you completely off guard, he yanks you up against him and practically throws himself back onto the ground. The sudden lurch lodges your stomach in your throat, and you let out a frazzled scream as you land on top of him. That he cushions the impact with his rubbery body only comes as a slight relief when you were struggling just to get your bearings straight, disoriented and stunned in the aftermath of his impulsive decision when you unexpectedly find yourself blinking up at the sky. 

You start to pull yourself upright, wincing, only to quickly realize he’s still got one arm looped around your waist to keep you held in place on top of him. The other is — you gasp when you glance down to see him already fisting his cock in hand, guiding it back to your entrance where it had slipped out in that rush of movement. It’s still achingly stiff and unrelenting, like he hadn’t already spilled his seed in you only moments ago, and your heart painfully wrenches with the fresh wave of dread that comes over you. 

“W - wait, please don’t - -“

The head of him finds your cunt, pressing back up into you again, and you outright sob when he mercilessly snaps his hips to impale you on that stiff length once more. You sway unsteadily at the fresh stretch, trying to decide if it’s better or worse in this position, but gravity soon proves itself your enemy when the weight of you on top of him firmly sinks his cock even further into you than before. It feels like he’s tickling at your ribcage like this, but all you can do is give a wounded little mewl and try to steady yourself. Undaunted, he reaches up to tug your pants the rest of the way off. 

“Luffy,” Sniffling sadly, you fight him as much as you can in your physically exhausted state but it’s no use. Your bottoms come off to leave you bare and exposed from the waist down, sitting upon his cock like a whore on her rightful throne. 

The tears quickly start up again, streaking hot tracks down your flushed, sweaty face while he gets himself situated underneath you. His hips lift, nudging you just a pinch higher so he can brace his feet underneath him while his hands come around to anchor around your love handles. Then, he’s moving again. 

Completely unconcerned by your crying, Luffy flexes his legs to thrust up into you and the same fleshy slap as before quickly rises loud in the air again. Plap, plap, plap, plap. The wet squelch of your seeded cunt sucking him in deep on every upward plunge joins in, adding to the obscene cacophony of noises even as you toss your head back to sob at the sky. You can hear him grunting underneath you, clearly enjoying himself quite a bit, but you couldn’t say the same. Your body was already a sore, achy mess of bruises and scrapes, and this certainly wasn’t helping. You were just getting more and more tired by the minute. 

“Nnghhnnn, please, captain. Please don’t cum inside again, I … I’m begging you!” 

The only response he gives is a low, rumbling groan that seems to bleed into you and reverberate endlessly inside your belly, making you squeeze your thighs together as if to block him out. But of course it doesn’t work. Given the way he stutters over a raspy hiss of your name he actually seems to like the way it makes your walls tighten around him, unintentionally though it may have been. There was really nothing you could have done to dissuade or stop him once he’d set his mind to something, and it seemed he very adamantly had his sights set on using your cunt until his energy reserves finally wore out. 

Distantly, you wonder how long that will actually take. 

“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine,” He chants underneath you, again and again, even when his hands tighten around your hips to guide you into bouncing right along with him. Having no other choice, you snifflingly spread your legs wide and brace your feet on the ground, moving with him despite the throbbing ache in your muscles. “Mine, mine, mine. My prize. My treasure. My woman!” 

He viciously slams his pelvis up at the end, further punctuating his claim on you, and the sharp stab of his cock rips a wild shriek from your mouth. “N - no, captain, please! I can’t — I don’t want it! Not like this! You’re not … aaghnn, you’re not Luffy! You’re not!” 

The only response he gives is a deranged little laugh that makes his cock jump where it’s wedged inside you. That push on your upper wall makes the tension running through you double and then triple, your heaving gasps coming a little quicker now even as his hands travel up your body. You can’t stop him like this when your own were propped behind you along his flexing stomach to help you maintain your balance in this precarious position. It’s not hard to figure out what his intentions are though, and you screw your eyes shut so you don’t have to watch him grab hold of your top. 

A deafening riiiip tears through the air when he shreds it, the poor cotton helpless before his far greater strength. He leaves it hanging from your shoulders in tattered pieces as your tits bounce free, the stiffened tips already aching and strained long before he greedily palms at them like a starved man clutching at a lifeline. The blinding friction of his calloused palms and fingers on your teats makes your cunt spasm around him and you wail, screaming for someone, anyone to save you from your captain. 

Unfortunately for you, help was still a long ways off and Luffy wasn’t even close to running out of steam.

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Crossposted: here

head-on (luffy + touch)

monkey d. luffy x reader

from your first meeting to falling in love

part of my 5 senses collection

0.9k words

a/n: i always think luffy is kind of hard to write for, but he's such a sweetheart that it always ends up a little easier than i think it's going to be ugh what a cutie fr

the first time you come into contact with luffy, you quite literally run into him.

oof! a force that knocks you to the ground, and you're so dazed that you can only goggle at your perpetrator. a worn straw hat, a scar under the eye, a kind and mischievous gaze, and an extended hand like a sheepish apology.

"sorry about that," he offers you a smile and you can't help but smile back as you take his hand. his skin feels rough against yours and his grip is strong as he pulls you up.

"sorry," he says again. "i guess i should look where i'm going."

you finally find your bearings again, "no, it's okay. i could've been more careful too."

you give him what you hope is a reassuring look, and it looks like it's a success because the boy visibly relaxes. he extends his hand once more — only this time, it's with confidence and surety like he's done this so many times before.

"i'm luffy," he grins. "future king of the pirates."

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every touch afterwards feels smaller in comparison to your initial run-in, but they feel like steps towards something — something bigger than you've ever known.

a poke to your arm, "y/n! lighten up, you're gonna get wrinkles from all that frowning!"

a bump of your shoulder against his, "no, but i swear i saw something moving in the water! y/n, did you see it too?"

knees touching, arms brushing past each other as he reaches into your bowl, "here, you have to try some of this pork chop — i betcha never had anything as good as sanji's cooking."

the feel of his warmth always lingers on your skin, and you assume it's unintentional; it has to be. surely, luffy is this friendly with everyone he meets. he's not like you, with your heart racing slightly and lips turned up in a small smile whenever he's near.

but your crush leaves you so far in your thoughts that you miss the signs that luffy might be just like you.

you don't notice his hand touching yours for just a moment longer, how he chooses to sit beside you at every meal, or that the space between you two gets smaller and smaller as the night goes on.

you don't notice, but luffy wishes you did.

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"luffy, are you sure this is the way back?"

you step over a fallen log, pretty sure that you didn't see that hollow tree on your way to the well. nothing looks familiar, but then again, it is getting dark.

luffy's back stays within your view, his straw hat bouncing against his back, "yeah, it could be this way."

"could be?" you repeat. "so you don't know where we're going?"

he looks back with a cheeky grin, "what do you mean? we're headed towards an adventure, you didn't know?"

luffy looks so carefree, excited just to be exploring this island that any doubts you had dissipate right then and there. if he's having fun, then what does it matter if you take the long way back? little do you know that his excitement comes from exploring with you.

he knows that you don't even realize that he feels the same way you feel about him. you don't know how wonderful you are, how much he treasures the time you spend together. you're so unaware of the way you seem to glow against a backdrop of twilight blue; you're dazzling.

his heart skips when you smile back at him, "alright, let's go on adventure then. better make it quick though — it's getting dark."

"right, don't go getting lost on me now."

before you can protest, luffy grabs your hand. you marvel in how safe you feel with your hand at his; his touch always seems to set your heart at ease.

it's silly that you used to think his hands felt rough when they always hold you so softly. in your head, you like to think that it's because you could be special to him.

it's not the first time you've held hands, but when he gives you a light squeeze, instinct propels you to look up at him. surprised, you realize that he's looking at you with a tender look that you've never seen before.

in that moment, something clicks. has luffy always looked at you like this?

he gives you a small smile, and your heart gives a jolt of hope. before you can change your mind, you lace your fingers between his. if he's surprised by your boldness, he doesn't show it.

gently, luffy folds his fingers over yours and tugs you a little closer to him. with a ridiculously content look, he grins.

"about time."

+

"i think i'm in love with you."

those words still taste sweet on his tongue as luffy hugs you closer to him. he hooks his chin over your shoulder and you lean into him, the closest you've ever been.

somewhere behind you is the faint sound of sanji and zoro bickering, franky singing along with brook, and nami yelling at someone, but it falls on your deaf ears. all you hear is the lingering sound of luffy's confession and the soft rhythm of the waves.

you think back to the first time you met luffy, crashing into each other, and how it set the tone of your relationship from the get-go. no matter how careful you could've been, you and luffy were inevitable.

you look out at the horizon in front of you, the feeling of his lips gently kissing your cheek. this is what love is, you're sure of it.

and with the ocean as your witness, you fall head first into a future with a strawhat pirate captain.

"me too, i love you."

(´ε｀ )♡ Thinkin about a very clingy Zoro

CW: Sort of Yandere/Nonestablished Relationship. Noncon/dubcon. Fem!Reader

He's not vocal about his clinginess, more of a action man instead. Since you were first accepted in the crew, he wasn't all that welcoming compared to the rest of the crew. Especially Sanji who quickly warmed up to you, making you your favorites dishes and drinks on the night to celebrate your arrival in the crew. You were playing around with Chopper and Usopp when you felt someone sit in the seat right next to you, looking to your left you find the green-haired swordsman chugging down a mug of beer.

His eye lazily glanced down at you with his one good eye, slamming down his mug, making you jump a bit in your seat. He raised an eyebrow at that.

"Didn't think our new crewmate would be so jumpy." He snorted, making your face heat up and your blood boil a bit. Usopp waves him off, "Oh, come on! We all can't be power monsters like you guys. I, for one, am glad to add another person who has common sense to our crew!" He quickly changes the mood by taking your hand in his and pulling you to the dance floor, Chopper following suit. The three of you hold hands in a circle and started jumping around. You quickly forgot about that small interaction with Zoro, but that entire night he never took his eye off of you.

You soon realized that Zoro is just a bit rough around the edges and mostly blunt but he doesn't mean any real harm. Still, you keep your distance mostly from him, opting to hang out with Chopper or Usopp instead. There was just something about the way he looks at you, like he was eyeing down a prey, it makes your spine shiver anytime you glance his way and catch him staring back.

Maybe he was still untrusting of you? It would make sense, he is the first mate, he gotta protect his crew after all. That was the reason you told yourself at least, to justify all the time you caught Zoro just staring at you from afar or downright following you. You gotten slowly used to his presence, not jumping up in shock anymore, anytime he would sneak up behind you or placed a hand on your shoulder.

Zoro got warmer to you, you think at least. He's usually fighting beside you in battles, or walking close by when you're out shopping in town. A hand on your shoulder, moves to a hand down your back, to a hand on your waist. You figured after a while, he accepted you as a crewmate and was just overprotective of the newcomer. It didn't help you found Zoro kinda attractive, so you let him get away with the small touching he did.

And then the touching grew into more and more, and you found yourself not being able to voiced out concerns anymore. The other crewmate, beside Luffy, often giggled when they find the two of you together. Usopp and Franky would make kissy faces when Zoro would sit next to you at lunch. Sanji looks at you dejected from time to time, muttering under his breath, "What does she even see in that moss-brain idiot.."

It wasn't like you were dating Zoro, right? He never asked you out officially, he just always been there. Always...

And, now he was getting bold with his actions. When he's sleeping on the desk, resting his back on the side of the Sunny, he would sense you walking by and trips you on purpose. Making you land on his lap and holding you there. Letting out a huge yawn over your complaining and rolling over on top of you, if you were to squirm around too much. Brook would wolf-whistle if you kept on squirming while underneath Zoro, making you effectively stop all movement.

When it's his turn on the Crow Nest, Zoro would pick you up by the scuff of your shirt, dragging you away from whatever it was you're doing and make you go up there with him. He'll do the same when he's in training at the gym. Stating that he needs "help" with his workout. Though, you're not sure what you're helping by just sitting on his chest or back while he does his reps.

If you're in town or meeting other crews, Zoro would be behind you, or he'll have you tucked into his side, arms around you tight. Glaring at anyone who ever tries to look your way. All the other crews knew that you were 'Zoro's property' and not to mess with you, unless they wanted to end up on impaled on his swords.

He knew your routine to a T, what time you woke up, takes a shower, your daily tasks. And he would just be there at your side or if he had another task to do, he'll keep an eye on you, always...

He knew what you like and dislike, picking up small snacks and trinkets for you, dropping them off on your lap without a word. But looking down at you expectingly, like cat wanting praise for being their owner an offering. Though you were unsure who was the pet and who was the owner in this scenario, as somehow you ended up in Zoro's bed.

Dragged away once again, right after a bath night with the girls too. Nami giggled at the two of you and Robin told you to "Keep it safe." as she waves you off, the both of them seemingly ignoring the confused and panicked look on your face.

He smelt like musk and sweat and you idly wondered if he showered yet or just came to bed right after the gym. He was still shirtless as he presses you right up agaisnt his chest, his head buried on top of your hair. Snuffing at your scent, a deep rumble blooms in his chest as he squeezes you a bit tighter, his biceps trapping you in this position. He lets out a deep sigh, hands traveling down your body, grabbing and pinching at your skin.

Grunting out when you start to wiggle and struggle a bit in his grasp, accidentally brushing your knees right up against his hard on. He push his own knee right between your legs, forcing them apart as he makes you grind on his thigh. The thin pajamas short you were wearing did little to help against the friction it was causing, he flexes his thighs in a way that make you mewl out and dig your nails in his shoulders.

"Good girl.." He growls out, finally addressing you like a person and not some doll.

"Zo-Zoro, what are we-Mmph!" He silences you with a kiss, speeding up his movement and moving his hands down to grope at your ass. His tongue parting your lips open and invading your mouth hotly. You moan so sweetly underneath him like this, your back arching up into him as he remove one hand to ghost under your shirt, pinching at your nipples.

He parts away from you, and from the moonlight coming thru the window. You saw Zoro's face, flushed with a light pink, and his eye starting down at you. A deep dark desire swirling within them, he grins almost manically at you.

"I knew it... I always knew you wanted me too...haha.."

He moves back a bit to get both legs in between yours so he could spread you open even more. His hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and pushing it to your chest. Your hands clamber to stop him, heart racing over this fast exchange of events.

"You're gonna be punished for making me wait so long.."

the calling

Mind Your Manners (Sanji X Reader)

A/N: ITS KINKTOBER! I have it in my head that head-over-heels, perverted Sanji would absolutely give the Reader snacks or food that are just a little bit too messy as an excuse to watch them clean up after themself and I just had to write it out. Kinda feels yandere? Smutty Food Play, because I haven't seen enough kinky Sanji action on here. xx

Sanji knows better than to play with his food. However, the way you're sitting at the dining table - pretty legs tucked up underneath you and breasts pressed together as you lean on your elbows - makes him think that he may have to make an exception.

Sanji's rule about manners doesn't extend to you, however.

No.

Sanji goes out of his way to ensure that you'll make a mess in his kitchen.

Back during the summer months, the Going Merry had made a pitstop at an island known for their enormous strawberries. Sanji had been eager to try his hand at pastries for a change - tarts, pies, the works - and the gargantuan summertime fruits seemed the perfect challenge.

A challenge the cook didn't anticipate, however, was finding you elbow-deep in the barrel of harvested berries that same evening, caught literally red-handed from the saccharine juices that dripped from your fingertips to the floor with a heavy tap tap tap.

The sight was enough to make his heart nearly stop.

Your eyes had been wide and your flushed cheeks were even wider, stuffed with sweet fruit as juice covered your face and hands...and every bit of you was dripping. Sanji had been unsure of where to look and his eyes darted between your slick fingers, your shy expression, and your perfectly tinted, glossy lips. He had never seen a more heavenly sight.

In his mind, nothing could ever compare...until your tongue ran along the back of your hand in a feeble attempt to clean yourself.

In the darkness of his room, Sanji thought about that tease of a tongue for weeks afterward.

Ever since then, he has taken extra care to make sure that you're given the messiest meals he can make. They're not gross, of course - Sanji is a chef first and a lover second. No, they're not gross. They are delectable. Every hum of enjoyment, every slurp, every squish...Sanji would lie awake in bed and dream of the different foods he wished to cover you in, if only just to watch you lick it up.

You had offered to help him make cinnamon buns one morning - though not without taking a generous helping of frosting on your finger and sucking it clean. "Labor tax", you joked with a wink. The image of your tongue licking the sinful-looking sweetness from your finger, mingled with your contented sigh, was seared into Sanji's brain from that moment forward.

Sanji became obsessed with watching you eat.

Food has always been an extension of Sanji's love for his crew and an expression of devotion. The act of cooking is artistic, and the act of eating is intimate. Hell, the kitchen itself is a lesson in foreplay: the preparation, the getting hands dirty, the building heat, the waiting game...all leading to a very satisfying end.

If only Sanji's cooking prowess had an excuse to leave the kitchen and move into the bedroom.

Sanji has yet to make his cake and eat it too in the ways of romance, though it would seem that you have recently taken a keen interest in his particular set of skills. The cook has noticed an increasing frequency of your kitchen visits, observing the way your eyes seem to latch to his hands and arms as he works. You've grown bolder, assisting him in his preparations and letting your elbows brush up against one another.

Sanji relishes the days you ask for his help and he nestles you between his body and the table, guiding your hands in his much larger ones.

The cook has grown bolder too, sometimes pressing too tightly against your back to allow his front to press up against your firm bottom as he huskily mumbles praises in your ear. He swears, sometimes, he can feel you lean into him.

The kitchen is the way to Sanji's heart, and he hopes that it may be the way into your bed.

And here you were, seated at his table awaiting the meal he had promised to cook for you once the Going Merry restocked at port.

As Sanji wipes down his cooking station, he lets his eyes drink you in without shame. Your breasts are practically falling from your tattered blouse, soft pillows highlighted by the dim candlelight of the galley. You're playing with your fingers, unaware of Sanji's gaze. He smirks.

"Sanji," You sigh, flushing pink as you look up to meet his gaze already set upon you,

"Is it almost ready?"

He chuckles, crossing his arms.

"My sweet girl is hungry, hm?" He muses, tossing his dishrag over his shoulder,

"Just a few more minutes, love."

"Wha-? But-!"

"You can't rush perfection now, can you?"

"Sanji," You whine, wiggling in your seat. His eyes once again meet your chest.

"If I had known it was going to take this long I would have taken up Zoro's offer to go to the pub."

Sanji stiffens.

The chef stands to his full height, a cigarette appearing between his tight-pressed lips as he turns from you to check on the pot simmering on the stove.

You, however, hold your ground.

It's silent.

"I didn't know you and mosshead had plans."

Sanji's voice is low. Much too low, and empty. It unsettles you.

"San-"

"-It's ready."

In a manner much too abrupt for the usually smitten Sanji, a steaming bowl is placed before you with an alarming thud. The spoon rattles in reaction to his aggressive delivery.

The enticing smell of the ramen can't mask the uneasy way Sanji stands perfectly still in front of you, face shrouded in shadow except for the blazing butt of his cigarette.

You're unsure of where to look, splitting your attention between the meal before you and the man hovering above the table. Sanji makes the decision for you.

"You were so hungry just a moment ago," he quips,

"So eat up."

You swallow, heat pooling in your cheeks and between your legs. This was nothing but the "Zoro effect" on Sanji, as you and Nami call it. Gingerly, you take hold of the spoon. Peering into the bowl, the meal looks heavenly - though you're soon aware of the way your hair keeps falling into your eyes, threatening to become part of the soup.

Your hair had grown long during the months at sea, and you had unwillingly lent Usopp your last bauble for slingshot practice. Your frustration doesn't go unnoticed.

“Here, my darling,” Sanji hummed, circling the table until he was behind you, “Let me help.”

At this moment, Sanji feels dangerous.

Your body erupts with heat as the cook looms behind you, your eyes glued to the steaming bowl of soup displayed before you. The galley feels all too warm, and the meal before you begins to feel more like a test - a challenge - rather than a token of whatever unspoken feelings float between you and Sanji.

Without another word, Sanji’s cold fingers glide along your feverish neck, scooping up your hair in their wake. He gives his wrist a well-practiced twist, eliciting a gasp from your lips at the feeling of your hair pulled taught in his grasp. Sanji feels his ego swell, giving your hair a sharp tug. Your head is thrown back as he lowers himself to your ear.

"Go on," His scruff grazes you, and your skin is suddenly on fire.

"Eat."

Heat floods through Sanji as he watches the way your neck moves as you swallow, nodding at his command. He eases up on his grip and observes the timid way you scoop the broth into your mouth.

He catches the way your eyelids flutter closed at the taste of his meal. You liked it. You always liked his food.

Tonight, simply liking wasn't enough.

"Eating so silently? Don't you know it's rude to the chef?"

Sanji's eyes darken as your fingers twitch on the tabletop. So, he muses to himself, you think you would get away that easily?

"Don't you like it?"

"S-Sanji-"

"Don't use your words, pet. Just enjoy."

From above, he watches as the plush peaks of your breasts begin to heave quicker. You allow yourself to fully dive into the meal, this time taking noodles and broth quickly between your lips. For a moment, you seem to forget that Sanji is there. You hum, in something akin to ecstasy - Sanji had made this meal just for you, just the way you liked it.

The obscenely wet squelches of your lips slurping up his creation elicit a deep groan from the chef, fingers tightening their grip on your hair. He can't help but chuckle at the idea of Zoro sitting alone in some corner booth and nursing a drink, all while you're here sucking up and savoring Sanji's affection.

You lift your head, lips puffy from the spice and heat of the meal. Sanji presses himself into your back, as his free thumb comes around and wipes your bottom lip. Your gazes meet, and Sanji brings his thumb to his mouth - tasting remnants of your meal.

A low chuckle escapes his lips.

"What, my love? Finished already?"

You understand his insinuation, whipping your head back to your meal and bringing the ladle back to your mouth.

Eat it all up, love. Made just for you.

In a moment of weakness, Sanji gently pushes your head down.

You gag on the spoon.

Sanji moans.

His hips buck forward, desperate for friction, meeting the soft dip of your arched back. His throbbing cock digs into your back, your buttocks...Unable to compose himself, Sanji begins to rut himself against you – and you don’t protest.

Sanji knows how fowl this display looks, and yet he can’t help himself. He has wanted you - really wanted you - for so long...the idea that Zoro could possibly take you away from him was enough to drive him over the edge.

When Sanji hears your voice rumble from your chest - "nnnugh-! Sanji...!" - he swears by the heavens that he'll do anything to make you his.

His hand moves from your hair and wraps around your throat, slick with the broth that dribbles from your lips. He wishes to lick every part of your sticky, salty skin, gently squeezing your throat as you gasp out his name.

Your head lolls onto his shoulder, hand gripping the table as it shakes under the weight of Sanji's wild bucking.

Sanji is everywhere, mumbling streams of thought between hot kisses along your forehead:

"I fucking love you, you know that? Would Zoro treat you so well?"

"That pretty mouth, always teasing me - you think that's fair?"

"Just wanna fill you up with all of me, darling...Want those gorgeous lips around my cock..."

For all his talk, he fumbles and lurches forward. His hand unceremoniously lands in the bowl, soaking him up to the cuff in warm broth. You're both breathing heavily, the high beginning to wind down. However, you see your moment to gain leverage.

You grab hold of his wrist before he can think, turning your face ever so slightly to meet his.

With a twinkle in your eye, you guide his hand to your lips. Sanji's mind is a fluffy haze, unable to anticipate your next move.

"We don't waste food, right?" You purr.

You take Sanji's fingers into your velvety mouth and he practically sees stars. He has been dreaming of this exact pleasure for months, straining to keep from collapsing on top of you as your tongue swirls between his fingers.

As your cheeks hollow out around his digits, your hooded gaze keeps his in a near mocking way.

So, you had known his game all along.

Sanji's chest heaves against your back, his hot breath fanning across your face with a stutter. His inexperience shows in this moment, numb and capable of doing nothing but watching the expert way your mouth moves around his fingers.

A faint pop of your cheeks accompanies the release, a ghostly string of spit connecting his fingers to your lips. The faint moonlight catches hold of his soaked digits. Sanji inhales sharply.

His hand, frozen in your hold, is easily guided down...

down...

down...

"I've already had my meal," you murmur.

A shiver.

His eager fingers meet your soaking, pulsing warmth.

"It's time you eat yours."

loofe looking for beetles :3

THIS IS SO PERFECT, ZOROS EARRINGS TOO <3

bug boy

no one told me funimation brook sounds gay as hell

Kinktober 2024, Day 2: Wet Dreams with Monkey D. Luffy

I KNOW this sweet, goofy man is just like "yay! sex!"

You can pry overly blunt Luffy from my cold, dead hands.

Virginity loss | Wet dreams | Handjobs | Blowjobs (almost?) | Facial | Premature ejaculation

Monkey D. Luffy x fem!reader

TW: Loss of virginity

MDNI 18+

There aren’t many people in the world that could wake you up at three a.m and still get a smile out of you.

Luffy is just special like that, it seems. 

The night is freezing, a bit of misty rain covering the deck of the Sunny as the moon illuminates the shining surfaces. It’s peaceful, the perfect night to curl up under your blankets and get some sleep. Yet here your captain stands, feet bare, no shirt, staring at you with a dopey little smile on his face. If you weren’t half asleep, it would melt your heart.

“Lu?” You begin, subtly trying to wave your hand about as if you’re going to catch him sleep walking. “What’s wrong? It’s three in the morning.” 

He peers around you and into your room, scanning the darkness before giving you another smile. 

“I can’t sleep” he tells you simply. “Wanna hang out?” 

This man never ceases to amaze you.

In the two years since you joined the Strawhats, Luffy has been your best friend through and through. You can’t quite pinpoint why you’ve gotten so attached to the energetic captain. He’s just so magnetizing, something you’ve never seen in another person before. He drew you in instantly and accepted everything about you. 

“Luffy” you mumble. “Again, it’s three in the morning. Why don’t you -I don’t know- fish for a bit or try to fall asleep in a different spot on the ship?”

He frowns. You hate that frown. 

“I don’t wanna” he protests. “It’s your fault I can’t sleep. You should at least hang out with me.” 

You nearly recoil at his words. Your fault? 

How the hell is his sleeplessness your fault?

“What do you mean it’s my fault?” You wonder. “I’m on the other side of the ship. If I’m snoring there’s no way you can hear me.” 

He tilts his head a bit to the side, brows furrowing. “Snoring? You’re not snoring.” 

“Then how am I keeping you up, Luffy?”

He barges past you then without another word, entering your bedroom and a taking a bouncy, almost obnoxious seat on your bed.

Well, this looks like it’s your night now. 

You shut your bedroom door behind you, approaching the pirate on your bed before standing over him and crossing your arms. 

“You’ve got me staying up now” you tell him, fighting the irritation that’s beginning to prick in your voice. “What am I doing that’s keeping you awake?” 

Luffy leans over and grabs the book you’ve been reading off your nightstand and begins to aimlessly turn through the pages as he speaks. He always does that, somehow managing to avoid eye contact when he speaks to you.

“I can’t stop dreaming about you” he muses, not looking up at you. “It keeps waking me up.” 

You immediately feel your entire face flush. 

Luffy?

Dreaming about you?

It would be easier to drop dead in your bedroom right about now. 

It’s no secret to most of the crew that you feel something out of the ordinary for Luffy. You have since the moment you met him. You wouldn’t exactly call it a crush -that sounds too high school- but you don’t have any other name for it. 

He’s just different. 

You like different. 

You clear your throat then, doing your best to keep your nerves deep down in your stomach as you speak. 

“You’ve been dreaming about me?” You caution. “What am I doing in your dreams that’s waking you up?” 

You don’t want to get your hopes up too high as you watch him squint at the words on the pages of your book. Of course you’d love it if Luffy were having dreams of cuddling with you, holding your hand, kissing you, but you’re highly aware that it’s Luffy you’re talking about. The two of you are probably eating a feast in his dreams and the imaginary smell of meat is waking him. 

He slams your book shut then and lays it on the bed beside him, bored with its contents. You can’t be certain in the dark, but you swear that you see just a slight blush on his cheeks. 

“I dream that you’re touching me” he replies bluntly. 

All of the wind is knocked from your chest in an instant. 

Touching him?

Like, playing tag or wrestling on the deck?

Training with him?

Touching him?

Touching him in the way you’ve always dreamed of, the way that plagues your own dreams? The way that leaves you shaken awake in bed at night, aching and wet for a body you can’t have?

“Touching you?” You breathe, your voice betraying you. “How am I touching you in your dreams that’s freaking you out so bad?” 

Luffy lays down flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling fan of your bedroom as it lazily turns overhead. 

“I don’t know, some nights we’re just sitting together on the deck. Some nights we’re kissing. Some night we’re, ya know, having sex. It wakes me up.” 

Punching you in the face would’ve shocked you less. 

Some nights, you’re having sex. 

The man of your dreams has just casually informed you that he has sexual dreams about you. 

You want to say something, but you’ve forgotten how to speak. Words die halfway up your throat as your simple human mind tries to concoct a response to a literal god telling you he dreams of your naked body. 

How could you respond? 

It feels as though there are a million things to say, but none of them feel right. 

Luffy uses his Devil Fruit to bend his neck at an unnatural angle, looking up at you when you go too long without responding. 

“What’s wrong?” He wonders. “Hungry? Wanna go grab a snack or something?”

He wants to grab a snack.

He thinks that now is a good time to just head to the galley and sneak some food. 

“Luffy” you begin, his name feeling like honey as it slides off your lips. “Lu, did you just say that you dream about having sex with me?” 

He nods as though he’s just described the weather to you or told you what’s on the menu for dinner. “Yep, but not always. Those are usually the nights it wakes me up, though. I get all hot and hard. Annoying.” 

You have absolutely no idea how to read this man. It’s Luffy. Barely anything he says makes any sense, but he’s never confounded you like this. 

Is it having sex with you that’s annoying?

Is it the fact that it wakes him up?

You don’t want to tease yourself with the thought, but could it be waking up without you to ease the aching between his legs that irritates him?

Gods, you hope it’s that. 

You have the sudden urge to be bad, test the waters to see just how much you can get him to reveal. For the last two years, you’ve avoided pursuing anything past friendship with Luffy in fear of ruining what you have. But, with him lying on your bed and casually chatting about sleeping with you, the urge to take a leap with him is ever present.

“So is that what you were dreaming about tonight?” You ask him, slowly approaching the bed and sitting opposite him. “That we were having sex?”

He nods before letting his head fall back onto the bed. “Yeah. You were jerkin’ me off. It was nice, but I always wake up before it gets too fun.” 

Don’t turn around and look at me. Don’t turn around and see how much I’m blushing. 

Luffy doesn’t seem too impacted by the conversation. He nonchalantly swings his legs over the edge of your bed, but you can’t help but notice the tent that’s begun to form in the boxer shorts he’s lying in. 

The sight has you teetering on the edge of really misbehaving.

“What uh, what was I like?” You wonder, trying to keep your voice teasing and light. “Dream me is the best you’ve ever had, yeah?”

He rolls his head back a bit so he can look at you. “I dunno. I’ve never done that with anyone but dream you, but dream me thinks it’s pretty fun.” 

Are you dreaming? You might be dreaming.

It’s like someone else begins to control your body then.  You lay down, rolling onto your stomach so you can look down at your best friend. 

“Never, huh?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. We should do it. So I can, ya know, compare.” 

“What?!”

Just as he does at everything, Luffy wins your little game of chicken. You collapse onto the bed with a fright, trying to hide your blazing cheeks from him. 

Luffy just asked you to have sex with him. 

You have to be dreaming. Or dead. This seems like only the type of thing Heaven could bring you.

Luffy laughs then, urging your face up from the blankets. “Come on! It’ll be fun! Have you ever done it?”

You can’t believe he’s speaking so callously without a care in the world. This is exactly why you’ve fallen for him in the last two years, his ability to take the fear and pressure out of every situation. 

“I uh, yes. Yes, I’ve had sex” you inform him, your voice no longer able to maintain your cool. “Luffy, you really wanna have sex?”

He plasters the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face and nods. “Sure! I’ve been thinking about you a lot since we got back to Sabaody. I miss you when you’re not around, and now I’m having dreams about you. Why should we keep dreaming about it when we can just do it?”

That takes a bit of the tension away. You feel your heart begin to slow a bit in your chest, body go a little more loose. 

Luffy thinks about you. 

The person you love most has been thinking about you, even in the moments since the crew came back together that you haven’t wanted to think about yourself. 

This is your Luffy. There’s nothing to be nervous about.

“We?” You tease him. “You think I’ve been having wet dreams about you?” 

He crawls all the way into your bed then, that smile never leaving his face. “You could start tonight.” 

The urge hits you like a train. It’s powerful, fast, stronger than the gravity holding you to the earth. You push forward, laying your body down in luffy’s lap so you can capture his face in your hands and press a kiss to his lips. 

The captain doesn’t miss a beat. He throws his arms around you in a crushing hug and leans back in your bed until you’re fully on top of him. 

Fuck, what are you doing?

This is everything you’ve wanted since the moment you met Luffy. You dream of his lips, his body, his cock, and yet you feel like there’s still something holding you back. Maybe he won’t like the way you look when you get your clothes off. Maybe you won’t be enough for him. Maybe-

“Luffy!” 

You don’t get to finish your thoughts. Luffy has flipped the two of you around so he’s on top, lips trailing sloppy kisses up the side of your neck. 

“This is how all my dreams start” he informs you, goring as far as to lick your skin between words. “Dream you likes when I do this.” 

You stifle a moan, opting to reach your hand up and cradle the back of his head instead. “I like it too. What do we do next in your dreams?”

Without pulling his lips from you, he boldly reaches under your shirt and gropes up until he’s squeezing your breasts. 

He doesn’t seem to notice the way your breath hitches when he does. He’s too lost in the sensations of everything he’s doing to you, rendered speechless for the first time since you’ve met him. 

You take a second to bathe in the feeling he’s giving you, the urgency to move along slowly dissipating with every touch. He’s no expert with his hands or his mouth, but it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to be. By the way his lips move loosely and lazily against you, it’s almost as though he’s hungry for you. That doesn’t shock you much. The only thing you’ve ever seen Luffy show such passion and vigor for is food. 

Will he like the taste of you when he finally gets it?

You’re broken from your thoughts when Luffy begins to grind his hips down into your thigh. He’s moaning sweetly into your neck, teeth now become a part of his attention as he nips at your skin between kisses. 

“Luffy” you begin, slowly coaxing his head out from the crook of your neck. “Want me to touch you?” 

He doesn’t speak right away when he looks down at you, but you can’t say you’re upset about it. He’s positively stunning just to gaze upon. 

The smile from before is still on his face. He’s blushes now, breathing a bit heavily as a bit of sweat begins to form on his forehead. He really might just be the god of the sun.

Somehow, some way, you have him where you’ve always wanted him. 

Your hand strokes down his body before you can stop it. You don’t want to rush him, but you can’t help yourself. You want nothing more in the world to see the face he makes when he comes, and you’ll be damned if it keeps you waiting any longer. 

The sweetest sound you’ve ever heard leaves Luffy’s lips the instant you reach into his boxers. He tilts his head back, smiling and moaning a bit too loudly from the small bit of contact. 

“Heh” he begins. “Your hands are smaller than mine.” 

You giggle a bit. What a strange observation to make when on the cusp of losing his virginity. 

“Do you like it?” You wonder.

He nods. “Better than my hands.” 

With his approval, you place your free hand on his shoulder and gently guide him down until he’s lying on his back. 

“Relax” you tell him, beginning to pump his cock slowly, experimentally. “What makes you feel good?” 

He lets a soft hum out into the air. “This. This is so much better than dreaming about it.” 

You’re flattered by his sweet words. It drives you to lean down, nipping at the skin of his chest until you reach his nipple. Your tongue gently swipes over the bud, just to see what he’ll do. 

“Whoa!” He cries out suddenly, a bit of laughter mixed into the moan. “You never do that in my dreams.” 

You take one more second to suck at his nipple before smiling up at him. “What do I do in your dreams?”

He reaches for you then. “Come lay next to me! I like when you kiss my ears and my neck. Feels good.”

Something about the way he’s talking like the two of you have actually slept together before is driving you insane. You do as he requests, crawling up beside him and laying your lips on his ear. 

“Like this?” You whisper. “Do I talk dirty to you when I’m fisting your cock, or do I just kiss you?” 

He laughs his classic, very Luffy laugh. It’s an odd sound for him to make when his cock is in your hand. 

“Geez, you got dirty quick” he jokes. “Having fun?” 

Fun isn’t exactly the word you’d use. Euphoria, maybe. His cock is hot and heavy in your grip, and even though your room is relatively dark, you can tell by the feel of him that’s he's rather big. You want to drool at the thought of feeling him down your throat or filling your cunt. 

Your thoughts are disrupted when Luffy turns to face you, smashing his lips to yours before moaning loudly into your mouth. 

“Do that again” he demands. “Feels so good.” 

You obey, bringing your fist up to squeeze at the tip of his cock.  He loses himself in the sensation and begins to thrust into your hand. 

“I wanna do this every day” he moans. “Every day. Please?”

His voice has pitched a bit. He’s basically fucking your hand now, chasing his high as he babbles against you. 

Your cunt aches. You’d give anything to be able to strip naked and slide your body over his, but no. Not tonight. If you’re truly going to be Luffy’s first, you’d rather make that a more significant event than a quick, late night fuck in your room. 

“We can do this as much as you want” you promise him. “I love hearing you moan. Are you gonna come for me?” 

He nods furiously. “I never get to come in my dreams. I never even get to make myself come. I’ve wanted this so bad for so long.” 

You place one last kiss on his neck, your filthy mind fully taking over was you begin to shimmy down his body. You’re almost desperate to taste him, even if just for a moment before he comes. 

“Wait!” He begins, sitting up a bit and watching as you settle between his legs. “Oh gods, wait a second. Fuck! I’m coming. I’m gonna come on your face.” 

He barely gets his whole thought out before he does just that. He finishes on your lips, hot and ample, before collapsing back into the pillows. His moans are loud and throaty, deeper than his normal voiceas he keeps thrusting softly up into your hand. 

“Oh shit” he mumbles, chest heaving before he even has a chance to fully come down from his high. “Dammit! I usually don’t come that fast.” 

You want to respond, but you’re too busy licking the salty taste of his cum off your mouth. 

“I don’t mind” you tell him at last. “Tastes good. I was hoping you’d come in my mouth, but this is fine.” 

He leans up on his elbows then and looks at you, smirking. 

“You’re kinda filthy, you know that?” He wonders. 

You shrug. “Better than your dreams?”

This elicits a true belly laugh from your beloved. 

“Definitely” He tells you, his normal smile back on his lips. “Way better than my dreams.”

he knows

monkey d luffy x gn!reader | fluff | 400 words

warnings: short, explicit nsfw toward the middle-ish end !!

a/n: i wrote this in ten minutes. i know i said i wouldn't write for him till i finish one piece but i couldn't fucking help it. the way this little shit tugs at my heart is literally more than a slut like me can handle 😔 so pls enjoy my first piece for luffy !! 

18+ MDNI

luffy knows what sex is. he knows what it means to make love. he may be inexperienced, but he knows how. 

he's just never had the urge before. constantly surrounded by beautiful and intelligent women, most of whom throw themselves at him, he's never had the issue of not being in demand. it's more the issue of supplying himself.

call him naïve, but he wants his first time to be with someone who makes him feel all tingly. makes him feel excited. makes him feel whole. like he's been missing out on this person his whole life!

he feels like he'll know who the right person is right after meeting them. maybe even right after laying eyes on them.

so when he met you, it wasn't "hi, i'm monkey d luffy, the man who'll become king of the pirates!" it was "you're meant to be a part of my crew...i can just feel it!" then grabbing your hands and saying, "c'mon! come with me!"

and, of course, you'd follow. how could you not, when you were swept up in such a whirlwind of excitement and the unknown?

and later that week, after he'd already confessed and dazzled you with that smile of his that could rival all the stars in the sky, he knew he'd chosen the right person.

it was in the way that he whimpered and whined as you sank down onto his cock, the way that he fisted the air when you sighed his name as he stretched you out, and in the way that his back arched and hips stuttered as he filled you up with his love.

it was in the way that, in the afterglow of his first intimate moment with someone, he knew you'd be his last.

and if the thought that things had maybe moved too fast ever crossed his mind, he'd just write it off as fate with a grin and a laugh. because, who was luffy to deny fate when it had brought him someone as perfect as you?