Vanilla Perfume

Yandere Luffy Headcanons

Dark themes, obsessive behavior, Kidnapping, dubcon, gaslighting, typical yandere things.

Female bodiedGN! Reader

Luffy is a very sneaky yandere. He knows how people perceive him and uses that to his advantage.

Coming off as innocent and naive, just to get you wrapped around his finger. Begging you to join his crew after he saved you from a gang of bandits (which totally weren't after you because he lied about how much money you had)

How could you say no to this ball of sunshine, that also just graciously saved your life. Of course you pack a bag and follow him to the ship.

Gotcha.

Luffy can hardly contain himself. He has something that's all his, and no one is going to take you from him.

He subtly makes you feel like you owe him, to make sure you never leave. He's always bringing up the bandits and saying that you owe him your life.

He makes excuses for you to stay, even when you tell him how trapped you feel. He flips the tables and tells you how lost he'd be without out, making you feel guilty for even suggesting time away from him.

Luffy is also a pervert, but he gets away with it because he seems so innocent. Always shoves his face in your tits, walks in on you changing and even steals your panties from time to time.

You know what he's doing. Or maybe you're just looking at it all wrong. Maybe he is just overly nice and doesn't realize what he's doing.

That is until he comes to you and asks you jerk him off. He practically begs and says he can't do it by himself, he's tried and he just can't cum

Luffy starts getting more confident in using your body and having you do sexual favors. Eventually just taking what he deems as his.

Of course you like it, you're his right? You just love the feeling of his cock invading every hole, and the sticky jizz he likes to cover you in. His wet kisses, and insatiable sex drive.

If you didn't like it then you'd just leave right? That's what he thought.

Luffy has an even darker side as well. He's viciously jealous and his crew knows it, they all but ignore you to avoid his wrath. All you get is looks of pity, because not even they can convince Luffy to release you.

When he used to let you off the ship, he'd follow you around. He's picked many fights with people he thought were flirting with you.

After he killed a man for bumping into you, Luffy decided your place was on his ship and that you'll never set foot on land again.

His protectiveness goes both ways however, he would literally take a bullet for you. He is always expressing how he'd die for you, just to keep you safe. Whether this is another manipulation tactic or the truth is something you have yet to find out. You hope it's true so that maybe then you'd get some peace.

If you ever do manage to escape, Luffy will never stop following you, not until he has you or one of you is dead.

He's also not above baby trapping you, knocking you up so you're forced to stay. The baby needs a father, and how is a new parent supposed to make money all by themselves. It's better you stay with Luffy so he can provide for you and your child.

All in all he's a dangerous yandere and you don't realize that you've been caught until it's too late

i like to eat human flesh

-> zombie lu 🧟‍♂️ (fem!reader)

warnings: MDNI, smut, blood, sharp objects (knifes), murder, luffy is zombie, riding, bondage, ‘feedings’, monster fucking, cream pie, knotting

summary: YOU LOCKED YOUR ZOMBIE BOYFRIEND UP IN YOUR BASEMENT, CAN YOU TRUST HIM NOT TO EAT YOU?

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you waited for the perfect time, you eyed the blond haired man for thirty minutes before deciding to make your move. trembling in your fingertips as the grip on your knife tightened. there was no time for error, it was now or never. feedings always had you feeling like this, the regret and second thoughts consumed your sorry mind. nothing else mattered to you once you remembered the predicament you were in.

the blond didn’t seem much trouble, he only sat there to chain smoke his cigarettes and chat with the pretty women that passed by. he was predictable, and you used that to your advantage. it was becoming later in the night, all traces of people disappeared, leaving only him behind. you then revealed yourself from the lurks of the shadows. a few deep breaths was all you needed to regain your confidence, you carefully made your way closer.

immediately he noticed your presence and started spewing flirty phrases at you. though, you couldn’t register any of his remarks, you could only just move.

he puffed his cigarette and smiled warmly. “hello gorgeous, mind if i-” you quickly raised your knife to his throat, cutting a line horizontally.

blood mist sprayed across face and you heard the thud of a grown man dropping to the floor, the ensemble shaking you to your core. ‘oh my… god? shit… gotta go. now.’

you rushed to bag the man and disposed of any possible evidence. luckily enough, you didn’t run into any witnesses on your commute back, your small house was only a couple more meters away. the mans stiff body weighed a thousand bricks as you dragged him along, you struggled but feeding your boyfriend was your only worry.

your poor baby, you hated doing this but you wanted to take care of him anyway that you could. the first week was the hardest for the both of you.

luffy had been feeling kind of off these past few days but he told you not to worry, he reassured you that it was probably just something he ate and that he had just a little stomach bug.

that wasn’t the case though, you still have know idea what exactly it was but his little ‘stomach bug’ turned out to be so much more life threatening. one afternoon you came home to him violently shaking and foaming at the mouth, he was hardly breathing. once your rushed to join him on the cold floor he stopped.. almost as if he was waiting to share his last breaths with you. he choked and cried as blood drained from his mouth, he was pleading for you.

“y/n- please… help me.” he stoped, every muscle in his body completely still and shut down.

you laid there with his blood staining your hands as you tried to tell him that he would be okay. hot tears never stopping to fall from your face, you held his dying body.

he somehow turned into a lifeless monster, skin cold and eyes blank, he was a zombie? you never thought it was possible it your lifetime but… luffy…

you couldn’t bear loosing your love, so you kept him.

currently he was tied up in tattered ropes but it always wasn’t that way.

his symptoms weren’t so bad in the beginning, but he started to show dark veins trickling up and down his body, he had also gone non verbal.

you tried everything. how was he dead one second, then up and moving the next? it was a confusing time.

you thought medication would solve your problems but that also didn’t work, he refused to take them. you aslo didn’t have access to pharmaceuticals so you tried advil and ibuprofen, it was a sad attempt but you hoped it would do something.

he began to get worse, he threw furniture and had groaning tantrums when you wouldn’t let him leave the house. he was getting stronger and more aggressive, it terrified you but there was no way in hell you’d give up now.

“luuuu..” you spoke quietly as you entered the room. your boyfriend looked so spent and defeated, his limbs were tied to the arms and legs of the chair but his head was tossed back as whines and breathy groans fled his mouth.

his head perked up at the sight of you, never once acknowledging the body you dragged along.

“baby please eat, you haven’t for the past few days, i’m trying everything… you didn’t like the animals i’ve brought you, please what is it you need.”

you pled with your eyes looking desperately into his own, hoping to get some sort of answer. you quickly realized talking wasn’t going to get you anywhere. your warm hand came to softly hold the side of his cold, decaying face. he closed his eyes and growled. with his reaction, it was easy to tell what he was wanting. he was reminding you so much of the old lu..

his eyes grazed every inch of your body as you saw him struggle in his restraints. he wanted you so bad but he didn’t know how to ask for it, he hoped you would get the hint from his motions.

he’s relearned simple words again from listening to you all day, you spent as much time as you could with him in your basement because you felt he would grow lonely without the presence of society. he’s only really learnt commands like, ‘no’ and ‘please’, but you’re grateful for how far he’s come.

it wasn’t until this moment that you knew what he needed, your touch. the way he looked at you and how he would shuffle his hips up in the chair made you so sad. you’ve had him here, tied up, and he just wanted to touch himself, or rather, you.

‘no’. you shook your head. you couldn’t possibly think to fuck your zombie boyfriend. his icy hand all over you, his pretty lips, the way his cock stimulated you perfectly.. ‘no!’ but the thoughts made you curious and you missed the touch of your sweet boyfriend. seeing him needy and somewhat obedient again drove you insane.

it was almost like it really was him, the tender look in his pale eyes made you emotional.

“luffy~ hi babes.” you touched his icy skin, all fear leaving your body seeing him act so delicate.

“so.. you’re not hungry lu?” you gestured to the brown sack bag in the corner of the room with blood patches staining the outside. he shook his head quickly, low growls muttering through his chapped lips.

“and you’re not gonna bite me if i touch you? right baby?” you kneel down before him feeling up the length of his jeans, playing with the stubborn buttons and zips.

a deep hunger like moan rippled in the room, he moved his hips up again but you removed your hands.

“say something lu- you’re not going to hurt me, right?”

he couldn’t formulate proper words with some of his vocal cords mutilated but you could understand him most of the time. the vibrato in his voice dragged along.

“mmHghhhhgahHh y-y/naahGghhAgg-”

he nodded his head to agree to your previous question, growls and snarls accompanying his eager movements. his moans were like no other, he truly was a monster. though, you couldn’t help but fall apart at the sounds of hearing him call out your name again.

luffy looked so innocent tied up in his ropes, you wanted to take care of him. if he wasn’t gonna eat, you could at least help him feel good. the growing knot in your stomach also wanted to please your helpless zombie boyfriend.

“fuck it.” you muttered. “let me help you luffy, gonna take these off okay?”

you played with the buttons of his pants, struggling to get them off. the nerves mixed with anticipation made you tremble. you haven’t touched your boyfriend in a few weeks, though it truly felt like an eternity.

luffy couldn’t wait either, and it showed when you saw many wet spots decorating his gray boxers.

a gasp escaped your lips as you saw the sheer width of him through the thin fabric. you were unsure if it was some sort of zombified mutation or if it was his pent up frustration, but he was thick.

he was moving more and more at the slightest touches from you but the ropes held his top half relatively still, his whines growing restless. luffy was trying to let you know that he needed you now, he prayed that you understood his intentions.

you finally got his boxers off and your eyes widened, your panties collecting moisture at the sight of him.

his fat, curved cock sprung up with such elasticity, he smacked hard against his torso. he looked so beautiful. so wide and leaky, his tip was black as night fading all the way down to his ghostly pale base. it made you squirm, remembering that he was undead.

he growled again at you, he was becoming more vocal as to say, ‘hurry up’.

hearing his deep moans made your tummy flutter, you rushed to undress yourself. the chill air of the basement made you shiver, you needed him to stretch you out.

you raised yourself onto his lap to line your entrance up carefully with his twitching cock, preparing to lower yourself down slowly.

his devious mind had other ideas, completely ignoring your preparations and fucking himself up to meet his thighs with your ass, bottoming out as he stretched your tight little hole.

“luffy!!!” you cried, you didn’t have the chance to adjust to his width, you sat there for a moment with your face hung in the crook of his neck, tears falling from your face.

it took quite some time but you thought you were ready to move. with tears still trickling, you began to rock your hips. the pain slowly turned into pleasure.

luffy’s thick cock stirred inside you, hitting more spots than from when he was human. you stretched so beautifully around him, making a mess all over his thighs. the combination of his harsh thrusts and semi-automatic dick rutting inside you had you slamming down hard on him, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you were trapped.

with his arms still tied, he only hadso much to work with, his cock and his drooling mouth. he felt his orgasm coming with the sight of your pretty face finally comsumed with the pleasure of his monster dick. his balls so heavy from not being drained for several weeks, he needed to release in you.

he felt your tight muscles clench around the base of his cock, groaning deeply with you. his thick load ready to destroy your insides.

his devilish urges couldn’t escape, he needed to bite. with the mix of waves of pleasure and the loud whimpers foaming from your mouth, it only felt natural. he lowered his head to the crevasse of your neck as you bounced on his pulsing cock, riding out your orgasm. he sucked hard on your warm skin, wetnesses and drool dripping down your collarbone. the feeling making you dizzy and incoherent, you didn’t feel the pain until it was too late. his suckles formed into nibbles.

your moans quickly turned into yelps, you were still surrounding his heavy cock but almost immediately you recovered from your orgasm.

the taste of your sweet blood filled him, giving him more energy then ever. you felt his cock stiffen again inside of you. “l-luffy! what are you doing! stop it!!” you struggled to move, his cock thickening within your gummy walls.

he was knotted, his tip so large you couldn’t escape. with his mouth still attached, he fucked into you harder. the taste of your rich blood and the ecstasy of your perfect cunt, it felt as if he was alive again.

your screams where ignored as he used your pathetic little body, completely lust and blood drunk.

the mix of feelings confused you, the pleasure you felt in your core was other worldly, but was it worth being fed on? you began feeling lightheaded as he drained you of blood cells, you couldn’t separate from him and he didn’t stop. you went limp on his body, reality started to fade away..

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you eventually woke up, the room was quiet and the chair was empty. ‘did he escape?’ panic started to settle in, how could you let this happen? you knew he was a threat!

shuffling footsteps was all you heard behind you, it was hard to move from all of your injuries but he was met with you soon enough.

all his teeth were on display as he smiled devilishly at you, darkened blood painted from his chin to his chest.

he limped closer to you, groans and growls echoing in the confinement of your cold basement.

“luffy- please, don’t do this!! baby!! it’s me!” you tried, as if a pathetic plea would stop such a monster..

*munch munch munch*

he eats you :3

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Commission for @/DeeVee_Cake on twitter! Robin and Chopper having a chill reading session

A Secret

Summary: gn!reader x Luffy // What happens when you tell the captain a secret? Turns out, it makes him really happy! And he only wants more.

Warning: 18+, suggestive, very flirty, did I make Luffy a slight dom?

Note: I think one of my favorite things about writing for Luffy is that it's kind of hard. But he's my sweetie pie so I'm not complaining.

✦ Word count is 2.2k ✦

Luffy's strength was no secret.

Everyone knew that. It was also no secret that he always got stronger. Sometimes, it seemed like the Straw Hat Pirates were always moving from one adventure to the next, never taking a break. So how did Luffy have the time between fights to find new moves and new gears to try?

Maybe he didn't do it as much as Zoro, but there were instances where you caught the captain training. Sometimes it was on boring days like today where you happened to be parked at some random island for Franky to do routine maintenance to the Sunny.

Luffy's breath was heavy, mouth wide open to release hot pants. His red ruffle-sleeved shirt and yellow sash were chucked off to the side, bunched in a sloppy pile on the ground with his precious straw hat gingerly laid on top. His scarred chest heaved with each breath he took, muscles tensing deliciously. A thin layer of sweat covered his entire body, forming delicate beads of moisture to glisten in the sun. His hair splayed across his forehead and around his face in cute, damp waves from the moisture. It was certainly a sight to behold. The captain was positively mouthwatering, and only one thing crossed your mind at that moment.

You loved him so much.

It was always so hard to take your eyes off him. With feet crunching against the grass, you walked up some distance behind him and just silently admired. A tender smile etched its way onto your lips, and you sighed longingly at Luffy. He had one fist pulled back, while his other free hand - palm outstretched, thumb pointed downward - took aim at the air, and he punched. He repeated this move again and again, grunting and panting the entire time. As he continued with that focused, steady gaze in his eyes. As beads of sweat flew off his body.

He was so strong.

Did anyone ever tell him he looked so good?

A warm heat feathered over your cheeks, and your eyes perked up at the thought. And so, feeling rather bold, you snickered and took a step forward. You almost changed your mind. Then, using every ounce of courage, you merrily called after him.

"Luffy!"

The rubber man turned lazily to the call of his name. With an open-mouth releasing more pants, he tiredly smiled. And then his gaze grew more excited when he registered it was you of all people who called with such adoration. You, who was running toward him. You, who he could never get mad at. You, who lit up with joy every moment you saw him.

The sweetest face he had ever seen, and all his. Well, you were your own person - he didn't own you, and he knew that. But you were his. Somehow. His crewmate. His friend. His… something.

One day, he would gladly say the words: you're so much more to him. That much he knew, but what word could he use? Luffy always knew how to get right to the heart of things that needed saying most - but not today. Seeing your smile was enough, and there was way too much on his mind regarding everyone's safety in Wano.

"Do you wanna know a secret?" you grinned.

A secret? And just for his ears only? He already felt special enough with that smile you gave him. Nobody else ever got that smile.

You slowed to a stop when you collided into his back, pressing your chest to him. You didn't give him a chance to answer when you wrapped one arm around him, gently slapping your hand to his chest. The sweat upon him sticking you to him, and you did not care in the slightest how much it made your shirt wet. With the other free hand, you cupped it to his ear.

"Hey, did you know…" and you whispered into his ear, lips brushing against the shell of it as Luffy's eyes slowly widened.

The words were nearly lost in the breeze.

A red blush dusted over his cheeks, and his lips parted in response. Before he could turn and ask if you reeeally meant what you just said, you giggled and peeled yourself from him. You stepped back, hands clasped innocently behind your back and grinning so much that your eyes clamped shut.

"Huh? Really?" Luffy asked in disbelief.

"Oh, yes!" you nodded your head erratically.

Luffy still stared in shock, and you still smiled. There was a pause before the captain blinked at you, then smirked. He stood a bit taller and a bit prouder, puffing out his chest. He turned back but to a tree this time, taking his usual fighting stance. His fist flew back, and then forward as he launched it into the tree - completely breaking it in two as it fell to the ground with a loud thud. A few of your friends looked up in worry at the loud noise, then disregarded it once they realized it was just Luffy being Luffy. You beamed widely as ever, before giving a wave and returning to your spot next to Robin. She was seated underneath an umbrella and sipping tea.

She smiled and poured a cup for you. Trying not to come off as pyring, she asked, "What did you tell Luffy to put him in such a good mood?"

You grabbed the cup of tea and smiled profusely. She wouldn't dare tease you like the others if you answered honestly. Robin could be told things you could not tell others. And she knew you liked the captain very much so.

"I just told him… well, I said: hey, did you know that you're really sexy?"

Robin seemed surprised at the unexpectedly brazen comment. She was looking down at her cup, then her blue eyes immediately darted to meet yours. You said that to Luffy? A pause before she grinned.

"Oh? Is that so? I'm happy for you."

And Luffy seemed pretty happy about it too.

It was a major risk you took that day, but since then you were smitten even moreso because he responded in such a… pleasant way. So Luffy was the kind of person who understood sex appeal. It was settled then - you wanted to flirt more. You wanted to be more vocal about how you felt. To drop more hints, as ironic as it was because Luffy didn't need subtlety; he needed blunt words. However, the rising butterflies in your stomach told you that testing the waters was further needed. It was really just an excuse to cover up a rising bout of shyness.

It seemed he was not as naïve as his crewmates thought, and he truly understood this game. And really, how did anyone not notice how attractive he was? Zoro and Sanji got attention all the time, but what about the captain? The star of the crew? He was certainly charming in his own ways. And so this game of yours did not let up anytime soon.

"Who's that good-looking guy in the straw hat?"

You waved at him, calling out with a hand cupped to your mouth. Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji walked toward the ship after being in town to buy supplies. Each of them had sacks of food tied to their backs, and Luffy broke out into a huge ear-to-ear smile. He laughed, a blush ever-present at his face. Zoro rolled his eyes, and Sanji's smile faded when he realized - oh, you were speaking to the captain, not him.

"Me? Oh, stop!" and Luffy would blush and blush, identical to the way he blushed when any of his crewmates said he was strong or reliable. The sight was too cute not to eat up. At least he was getting it now, because the first time you said that Luffy whipped his head around. With squinted eyes, he kept asking who was this guy until you bursted out laughing. This was really funny because it was so cute and so like him to do that.

"What a man."

You would purr so lowly when he passed by, especially if he had just defended the weak and beat someone up - panting, sweaty, delicious as usual. Boy, was being in Wano such a treat. Luffy's ears would prick at the sound of your honeyed tone, and sometimes they turned red. He would quickly turn to meet your lidded gaze, your eyes wandering up and down his shirtless self - and the blush would return to his face. He would break out into a loud laugh after he processed the words you graced him with.

The flirting was fun, truly. Yet sometimes you wondered if anything more would happen after all the effort. It had to, right?

What were you even waiting for?

Such questions did not cross your mind at this particular moment though. As usual, Robin and you were passing the time once again while the Sunny sailed off to another adventure. The topic of conversation was another good book you both had read in your little two-person bookclub. Luffy walked by, a tiny smirk at his lips, as you and Robin laughed about something silly in the last chapter.

Luffy froze once he got past far enough. Something was off. Quickly, he whipped his head around to furrow his brows in frustration. He pointed his gaze at you… and pouted. A cute grumble escaped his lips, and with his fists balled to his sides and arms swaying, he tromped right over.

Between the fits of laughter and conversing, you didn't even hear Luffy's feet crunch in the grass behind you - picking up speed. And what really took you by surprise was when one of Luffy's rubbery hands suddenly grasped your jaw between his thumb and fingers, and he turned your face so you could see him. It went without saying that the laughter immediately stopped, and you and the archaelogist froze in place.

You blinked once. Luffy just held your face, not enough to hurt you because he would never, as you two locked gazes. His breath felt hot on your lips. In turn, your own breath was caught in your chest as your face ignited into flustered heat because - well, because he never held you like this and at such closeness too. Something must have been troubling him.

"What's… what's wrong, captain?"

Oh, you were right about something being wrong. Luffy cocked his head to the side in an attempt to deepen his focus. He was really studying your face, and it only got warmer the more he stared.

"You didn't say anything!" he whined.

Another blink or two from you, and Luffy's grip loosened on your face.

"Loofs, I really have no idea what you're talking about."

"You didn't say anything… you know - fun and nice. To me. Like you always do."

Another moment for you to process, and the lightbulb went off in your head. Ohhh! He wanted another - oh, yes. You almost wanted to laugh because apparently it was really that much of a habit by now.

How dare you forget to take care of your precious captain?

With face still in his hand, your eyes darted off to the side. For the third time, your cheeks went even hotter. And you didn't know why this bout of shyness ran over you all of a sudden. Perhaps it was because you were the one always catching him off guard, flustering him so deeply. Not the other way around. So you took a second to think, but you hadn't planned anything yet for that day. So in a small voice, you answered him quickly, truthfully, and without much thought.

"Hottie."

You nearly moaned under your breath. The blush dusting over his rubbery cheeks and the wide smile he bore was enough to let you know he was satisfied. Robin sat in awe (you two completely forgot she was still there) but then brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her giggle.

And Luffy grinned.

"Keep talking like that. I like it!"

Oh, the way he looked at you made your heart thrum in your chest. The way he held your face, making you lock eyes. Gently, he released your frazzled self. Your jaw dropped into a suprised, open-mouthed smile. Trying to ignore the fact that Luffy said he liked it, you diverted your attention to the first part of his somewhat confession.

"Oh, you think you can boss me around like that, huh?" You smirked, taking a playful tone to let him know you were joking.

Luffy was walking away, but he paused midstep. He turned his head to peek over his shoulder, his bright eyes staring directly into your soul. The wind blew to ruffle his jet black hair and the brim of his beloved straw hat before his eyes grew lidded.

"Of course! I'm the captain here. Besides… you looove doing what I say. You always do, and you never refuse."

With that, he walked off.

And there you sat, flustered to oblivion as you brought a hand to to cover your growing smile. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Robin wink.

to teach a captain - part 1 (luffy x reader 18+ fanfic)

summary: Luffy walks in on you touching yourself, and things quickly get out of hand.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

tags: pwp, nsfw, smut, sexual content, masturbation, cluelessness, luffy is a curious guy, reader is a member of the straw hat crew, post-time skip, second-hand embarrassment, no spoilers, no use of y/n

A/n: My first multi-part fic. I'm so glad people enjoyed it on ao3, so I'm posting it here! Enjoy!

words: 2.1k

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Something gnawed at you all day today. It wasn’t until you were munching on the assorted fruit that Sanji prepared for the girls after breakfast that you realized the feeling. You watched your captain sit comfortably on the head of the Sunny, staring out into the open blue, when the very thought snapped into your mind. 

You haven’t touched yourself in a while, and it was well due for a session. 

Typically, you don’t pleasure yourself outside of your bath time due to the lack of privacy on the ship, but showers have been rushed since Sunny's recent island escapade that you havent had the time. Since then, the crew regained their idle hours, and man, the level of horniness told you things needed to happen now. 

You set your bowl of fruits beside the deck railing and quickly dart to the girls’ room. Typically, you would never imagine doing the deed here, but Nami and Robin were busy on the ship and typically would stay above deck all day. None of the boys dare go in the girls’ room for fear of Nami’s wrath, so you don’t need to worry about someone barging in.

You reach your dresser tucked in the corner of the girls’ room and search under all the mess of clothes. At the very bottom, you pull out a small purple dildo and some lube and plop down on your bed. You didn’t bother shutting the door all the way; from the way you were feeling, you knew it wouldn’t take long.

You spared yourself from any niceties to get yourself in the mood. You peel off your pants and underwear and leave your top on, instantly wrinkling the smooth sheets of the mattress. 

When the silicone head tapped your clit, you already felt sparks. You knew you needed relief. Now.

The silicone base was lubricated in seconds, and you revel in the way your pussy quickly molded to the length of your little helper. It didn’t take long to start pumping it in and out of you. 

You know your arousal wouldn’t let you last long, but showing your pleasure would make you cum faster. You threw one arm over your eyes and arched your head back. Your legs splayed on your sheets that shaped a lazy outline around your body. Your toes clutch at the rivets the sheets have made, you clench your fingers around your toy in the same way your palm clenches your breast, kneading and pumping and thrusting in all the right ways.

“Fuck yes.” You moan out, your hands grab at anything around you, from the loose strands of your hair to the loose shirt to the tangled sheets, before covering your face again. You arch into the mattress, opening up your legs more as you pound into you. 

You breathlessly pant, feeling your climax already brush up. 

Yes.

In and out, you pushed your toy, swallowing it down so well over and over until, finally, that tight coil started to stutter. God, you need it so badly now, those sloppy pumps to reach you there until you can no longer think about anything except your hand clawing right over your eyes, ready to muffle your screams over and over again. You’re so close now, so desperate to reach the line that your hips buck into your hand, biting your lip hard to impress into the skin forever, your light moans and whimpers are barely controllable as you start to climb.

Yes…

You wonder how much you’ll need to muffle your orgasm when that toy dick plunges into you just right, practically making you whimper.

You gasp when you feel it coming closer and closer and…

“Yes!”

“You left your fruit thingys.”

A voice from the doorway, so joyful that you know who said it before you looked up in horror. Luffy smiles, which quickly dissolves into confusion when he sees your face.

You immediately jump up and yelp, grabbing the blanket from your bed to cover your bare bottom, but it was too late; you know Luffy see everything in your legs and the things in between. 

“Hey, what’s that you’re doing?” Luffy asks, turning his head at you.

“Luffy?! What the fuck, dude, go away!” You scream at him.

“Huh? What did I do?”

“Luffy, holy shit, I’m not doing this with you—fucking leave!” You panic, grab the nearest thing, and throw it in Luffy’s vicinity.

It was your bottle of lube, which cracked open on impact and landed against the wall with a grimy splat!

He stepped back as a frown pillaged his face.

“Whatever, I’ll eat them myself!” He yells, darting down the hall. The sounds of fruit scarfing quickly start before fading away.

Your hand, once stuttered in the air from throwing your projectile, now slumps onto the sheets. Your entire body follows, until your head locks into the nearest pillow and you scream out all the embarassment trapped in the air. Your muffled screams last longer than you would’ve liked.

If Blackbeard himself walked up to you right now with a rhinestone encrusted pistol loaded to the brim and aimed at your forehead, you would’ve let him pull the trigger.

——

It wasn’t until a few hours later that the ship reached the next charted island.

“We’re here!” Nami’s voice rings through the ship, causing everyone to gather on the front deck.

“Alright, welcome to Tashini, home of entertainment! We are going to stock up here before heading out tomorrow night.”

“Suuper! I need to stock up Sunny on some more cola.” Frankly sings, grabbing a backpack about the size of his fist. It looks microscopic compared to his large back. 

“You said there were things worth looking at, right, Nami?” Zoro asks. 

“Yes! Tashini is known for its numerous entertainment districts and has killer drinks that pair best with the local food.” Nami winks, knowing how Zoro is.

“Hey, sounds good to me,” Zoro says, gathering his swords on his sheath.

Nami calls out your name. 

“You ready to go shopping?” She asks.

You freeze a little, looking around the ship for something to say. From what happened earlier, you feel like going out today would stress you out more. On top of that, the girls would notice something wrong and want to know all the details. On a whim, you clutch your stomach.

“Oh, ah, I’m not feeling good today. Mind if I stay back and look over the ship?” You stay, patting your skin down slightly. Nami tilts her head at you with slight surprise.

“Aw, really? That’s too bad,” Nami says, “Sure thing, we can shop another time.”

“I hope you don’t mind if Nami and I go alone.” Robin giggles.

“Not at all. You have fun without me, and I can join you girls next time. Keep your eyes peeled for anything I would like.” You smile, and the girls both agree.

That went better than planned, you think. Maybe this can help me relax from what happened a few hours ago.

You hear footsteps behind you until they suddenly stop a foot next to you.

“I feel sick, too!” Luffy said. “I need to stay on the ship.”

You froze, realizing the voice of your captain was right behind you, making you jump in surprise. It seems you’re not the only one to do that.

In fact, there have been a few times when the crew reacts in such surprise to Luffy, either widening their eyes or dropping their jaws in awe. In every case up to now, nothing could stop him from head-first cartwheeling to the newest island.

Sanji wacks him on the head.

“Huh?! There’s no way you are, Luffy; you were perfectly fine a minute ago! Jeez, you’ve been hanging out with Usopp too much.” Sanji groans. 

“Yeah!” Usopp says, “He’s been hanging out with me too—hey, wait a minute! What do you mean by that?!” Ussop practically steams out of his ears, being so bewildered about the most obvious thing. You all know Usopp loves to act sick anytime he detects a whiff of danger.

This causes the boys to argue about Usopp’s previous severe “diseases” that he’s managed to catch every time he senses danger. Still, you can’t forget the lingering gaze Luffy gives you in between, which makes you turn away in embarrassment. The last time he saw you was… then.

Sanji pipes up.

“Besides, I thought you wanted to try that world-famous fried squid that the town’s known for. You were yapping about it all day yesterday!” He says.

Luffy perks up, seeming to regain his previous exigency. “Oh, yeah. Never mind, let’s go!” Luffy says, now confidently strutting off the deck with no symptoms, ultimately confusing the whole crew. 

Sanji shrugs in defeat and sighs. “I’m not even going to ask,” he mutters. He joins the rest, getting off the Sunny.

“Do you need me to stay here and look at you?” Chopper asks you. He looks up at you with concerned eyes that melt your heart. You feel a tinge of guilt for lying and making him worry.

“Oh, it’s no problem, Chopper. I know you wanted to get more supplies for the sick deck. Just work your magic when you come back, okay?” You know how much he was looking forward to this. You definitely didn’t want to keep him behind.

“Alright, if you insist.” Chopper gleams, shaking from excitement. “Let’s go, guys!”

“Let’s meet at dusk, everybody. That’ll give each of us a few hours before we need to leave,” Nami calls, earning a hearty agreement in unison. 

You watch them slowly trek into the horizon, heading out in individual directions to start their journies. Your eyes lingered on Luffy, the outline of his shadow with hands looped behind his head and his chest held high. It looked like he didn’t have a care in the world until you lost his figure to the island's horizon.

—

You take in the quiet atmosphere of the Sunny in the absence of the rest of the crew. It was like night and day, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Total peace and quiet is a yearning you have now and then, especially after living with a bustling crew daily. 

About an hour after everyone left, you take this time to do some chores you’ve put on the back burner. After tidying up your space, you start a steady line of folding the girls' laundry. Even with Nami’s small clothes, the amount of baby tees and bikinis she has en masse is enough to fill up all of the lockers if they’re not compressedly folded. You’ve had to learn that from experience more than a few times.

If your little interaction with Luffy hadn’t happened earlier, you would’ve taken this time to beat off now. Unfortunately, the guilt and embarrassment from the whole situation turned you off. You vow to never again touch yourself outside of your regular scheduled shower and bath times. 

You sigh. What could you even say about this morning? Luffy is your captain, the one who asked you to join as his nakama in the first place, someone you’ve trusted with your life along with the other crewmates, and it wasn’t exactly ideal to have him walk in on you booty butt-naked. God, you could dissolve into the earth’s core from all the embarrassment! 

It was not your proudest moment, but knowing Luffy, there’s not much left to do except hope he’ll forget it and you two can put it behind you in no time. Knowing him, it’s the most likely scenario.

After the last few articles, you stretch your legs and walk up to the deck to ensure everything’s okay. You doubt anybody would raid the fearsome Strawhat ship, but you’ve been surprised quite a few times since joining the crew. 

You walk to the door, but it suddenly bursts open before you can reach the handle. The lightning-fast momentum of it almost wacks you in the face, causing you to scream and jump out of your skin. 

“Hey, I found you!” It was the voice of the man who swung that poor door open. 

The one you wanted to avoid this whole time.

“Luffy?!” You yell, “What are you doing here? I thought you were out with the others on Tashini?”

“I snuck back here when Sanji and Ussop weren’t looking,” Luffy smiled. “I wanted to talk to you.”

cw: fluff. talk of marriage.

“Hey, when do you want to get married?”

Luffy’s simple question, asked out of the blue on a sunny and clear Sunday afternoon at the pier of the newest island you’ve washed up ashore, completely stops you in your tracks, abruptly enough that you practically stumble with interrupted momentum. He takes this in stride, stopping next to you with far more grace; his free hand, not the one that has let ice cream atop a cone drip onto his wrist, holds on to the back of your shirt just enough to keep you from hitting the ground, and helps you right yourself.

“You okay?” he asks. 

Your mouth opens and closes in surprise for a split second, but you nod quickly before buying time to respond with a bite of your waffle. Luffy waits patiently, and his expression is difficult to read even for you; there’s no typical smile on his face but he doesn’t seem upset, just patient, perhaps pensive even.

Luffy’s always oddly patient despite himself, when it comes to you. 

“I’m fine,” you say after two rapid chews and a swallow. You resume your pace, trying to keep yourself from looking at him. “What do you mean, marriage?”

Luffy isn’t following you; rather he’s planted in place, and you make it four steps before you turn to look at him, your heart beginning to thump just a little harder in your chest. The ice cream continues to drip but he doesn’t do anything about it - rather he keeps his gaze focused on you for a moment.

“You don’t want to get married?” he asks. 

The statement is said somewhere between a question and a statement and it makes your stomach turn.

Your relationship with Luffy is confusing.

You can’t deny that he cares about you, but caring is so natural to Luffy that you might as well declare that the sky is blue in the same sentence, or that Luffy plans to be the freest man in the world. 

… and therein lies the issue.

You find yourself looking around before you answer, even though no one in this bustling crowd would ever bother to interrupt your conversation, the two of you blending in as naturally as can be despite being wanted (seriously unevenly so, but both with bounties nonetheless). The notorious straw hat remains hidden on Luffy’s person, layered below a light windbreaker and you’ve long since ditched the glasses your wanted person demonstrates you wearing, the Clark Kent-Superman effect surprisingly effective. 

For now the two of you are just two lovers, on a date, that may have just turned the tiniest bit uncertain.

“I-It’s not that I don’t want to get married, I’m just surprised you do,” you finally admit. 

Luffy tilts his head for a moment. You grimace, but don’t say more, and he finally remembers that he’s a grown man with 3 scoops of ice cream balanced precariously on a cone and dripping onto the boardwalk and practically swallows the entire snack whole, before looking at you. 

His expression remains serious despite how silly he is, and a small part of you wants to laugh, but it’s drowned out by the very loud realization that Luffy seriously plans to marry you. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to?” he asks.

He takes a few bites of the remaining cone and starts walking anew. You fall into step, retracing the path of your conversation before now to see when and why he might come up with this question.

Your date started off at a buffet (which by the look on the owner’s face, he may have considered banning you, or really Luffy, from every returning); your next move was to play carnival games which Luffy was surprisingly terrible at, and desperate to cheat, stopped only by your equally desperate pleas; after that was window shopping, for candy and trinkets, and then you’d continued to walk until you passed by the ice cream seller and then-

Window shopping. You backtrack.

Your eyes had lingered too long on a towering and particularly elaborate white dress, posted proudly at the front of a bridal shop, paired with ornate, shimmering jewelry at the neckline and dangling from the mannequin’s ears. It was the type of dress that seemed completely out of place at this venue, elegant but attention-grabbing; you’d only looked for a moment, then looked away, but for a second, you considered that it was beautiful; perhaps you saw yourself in that dress for a moment, and just as quickly that thought had dissipated from your mind. A fleeting thought of marrying your captain, gone with the wind.

But here you were minutes later, and Luffy had caught on to you.

Luffy is now asking you why you are surprised he wants to get married. 

And most importantly, married to you.

“Why would you, Luffy?” you ask.

He frowns.

“I asked you first.”

Why wouldn’t he marry you?

“Luffy, isn’t your goal to be the freest man in the world?” you ask him, taking another bite of your waffle. There isn’t much left, three bites tops, and then you’ll have nothing to help you pretend this conversation isn’t tearing at the soft of your soul. 

Luffy’s cone is gone by now, and you hand him a wet wipe, from a packet you carried in your jacket pocket, which he looks at for a moment, but takes anyway to clean his hands.

“Yeah.”

He hasn’t made whatever connection you’re making, and his tone communicates that.

“But what does that have to do with marrying you?”

You bite your lower lip slightly.

“Ever heard of the old ‘ball and chain’ analogy?”

“Yeah, and it’s stupid,” he replies. You stop for a moment in your walk, and find yourself chuckling.

“What part is stupid?”

Luffy seems almost confused that you’re asking. His hands raise above his head and rest behind neck as you continue your stroll, a relaxed position.

“Don’t get married if you think the person is holding you back.”

You nod. A moment pauses then you stop again. He stops too, and glances at you.

“I don’t want to hold you back, Luffy.”

It’s a surprisingly difficult thing to say out loud, you find, a soft sigh added to the statement. There’s catharsis in the words hanging in the air, the verbalization of your tenuous entanglement with your lover first, captain second. 

“You wouldn’t be able to. I’d always want you with me. That’s why I’m asking.”

He stops again, and turns to face you, asking the question again.

“If you don’t want to-”

Too eager perhaps, you cut him off, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yes, I do, I just…” you trail off, and he’s still frowning, and you wonder why you’re so complicated in your emotions, but he’s far more decisive than you are, and it’s what you love so much about him.

“If so, then just tell me. When do you want to get married? Or where?”

You take a deep breath, cupping your face in his hands for a moment as you settle yourself, eyes closing gently as you think.

You want to marry him. He wants to marry you. You’re not a liability, he wants you there with him.

You say it again to yourself two times over.

Centered by your feet on the ground and your palms holding the man you love, who loves you just as fervently.

“Let me think about it, Luffy,” you ask.

Your eyes open, and he’s staring at you, and is unreadable, but you tip forward and peck him on the lips to reassure him.

“I want it to be grand.”

Luffy finally smiles that smile that rivals the sun, the moon and the stars, before he kisses you again.

“Whatever you want!”

Your hands link again.

Another moment passes, and you stop once more, then whip your head around to look at him.

“Wait, Luffy, this better not be how you propose to me.”

He looks taken aback for a second, but then grins widely, letting out a laugh.

“No, it isn’t.”

His fingers interlace more tightly with yours and he laughs a little louder this time, but you can tell the laugh is partially for him more than for you.

“It’s just nice to know that you’ll definitely say yes.”

contains semi-public sex.

Got a glimpse of Film Gold and immediately started writing.

“Oh my goodness Luffy! You did so good out there!~ Good job all three of you!~” You hug Luffy tightly as you both walked out of the raceway, with Luffy winning ten times the amount of beri it costed to get in. Luffy smiles brightly as he had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, appreciating the affection he was earning for their win.

“I could barely focus cuz of ya an’ th’outfit ya got on~ I couldn’ stop thinkin’ bout’ it~ M’happy we won that though!” He says to you, a bit of blush dusting his cheeks. You blush and pepper a kiss to his cheek, making his body burn up with excitement. “Aw, don’t act like you’re not looking up to par either Luffy~ My handsome little man~” You complimented him, softly yanking on his flower-printed collar.

“Ya keep tellin’ me how good I look and I might rough ya up~” Luffy warns, his arm pulling you closer to him while his other hand grip your dress strap. You smirk mischievously and giggle as he swoops you off of your feet, your glittery heels nearly slipping off as he pulls you up into his arms. “Oi Nami! We’ll be back! We’re gonna go play sum games togetha!~” Luffy’s yells to Nami, a wide smile spread across his face.

Nami turns to you both and sighs. “Don’t you two get in any trouble, and make sure you know how much beri it costs in the games this time! You idiot..” Nami scolds Luffy. Luffy nods and runs off with you, carrying you into another game room with the casino’s game chips jingling within his pocket.

***

“Ahhh L-Luffy~” You mewled out heavily as you felt him shove his cock deeper inside of your gushy little cunt, your walls squeezing him tight as he thrusted into you with ferocity. Luffy lets out little grunt as he felt your cunt squeeze and suck him in, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to make sure you wouldn’t slip from his grasp. “Fuck, ya squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight~” He groans out heavily, the texture of your sequin dress rubbed roughly against his fingers.

You gripped his pearly white vest tightly as he ruts into you, your toes curling within your glimmering heels as they began to slip from your feet. Luffy lets out a lengthy gasp as he stared into your eyes through his candy-glass shades, whimpering a bit before smushing his chapstick-coated lips into your glossy ones. He suckles and bites on your lip while lifting one of your legs up a bit higher to hit you at a deeper angle, making you mewl out louder.

“Mmgh! A-Ah! O-Oh god~” You moan out, pressing your face deep into his neck and getting a deep whiff of his strong cologne. “Fuck baby~ M’gettin’ close~” He huffs out, pushing your back a bit farther against the stall door. You whimper out as your nails began to dig into his vest, leaving a few marks while his cock kissed your cervix.

A sudden gasp leaves you and you arch your back as he shoves his cock deeper into your cunt, close to pushing past cervix and deeper inside of you. “Mmgh! Luffyyyy!~” You bit your bottom lip tightly while your brows begin to furrow from the pleasure. Luffy breathe heavily and his eyes begins to roll back as he begins to move his hips a bit faster against yours. “Mhh! Mhh fuck baby~ Ya gonna make me cum~” He mewls out shakily, burying his face deeper into you neck.

“Ooh Luffy~ I’m so close too, please keep going faster~” You gasp out, shutting your eyes tightly before gasping out for air. You hear Luffy chuckle against your neck before he press smooches against your neck, leaving oily chapstick marks behind. “Cmon an’ cum then baby gal~ Wancha to cum ‘round my dick~” Luffy urges you, a heavy huff leaving his lips. Your wrap your legs around his hips tightly while he pulls your dress up a bit farther with one hand, making sure you wouldn’t ruin it with your sweet juices.

“Oh Luffy~ Luffyyyy!~” You groan out heavily and hit your bottom lip a bit tightly, close to scarring it as the pleasure began to fill and fuck up your brain. Luffy presses his lips against your once again, stuffing his tongue past your cherry-flavored lips and dominating you while you let out a muffled moan. Your hand slowly trail up his neck and to his fluffy curls, combing your fingers through them while he continued to thrust up into you.

Feeling Luffy’s cock twitch within your warm and soaking walls, a groan leaves him as he felt himself ready to burst deep inside of your needy pussy. His arms wraps tightly around your body and his hands practically grip your dress as he groans out heavily. He pulls his lips from yours and lets out a breath moan, his legs trembling as he struggled to hold his orgasm back a bit longer.

“G-Gonna! Baby m’gonna!~” He gasps out and throws his head back while his hips trembled against yours. “Please! Please! Do it Luffy!” You begged, a lengthy angelic moan leaving your glossy lips as you felt yourself ready to cum around his length. “F-Fuck! Fuck m’cummin’!” He shuts his eyes tight and his body shudders against yours before he lets out a gasp of pleasure, his cock finally spurting cum deep inside of your warm cunt before he lets out another whine.

You mewl out heavily and your legs trembles as you squirt out onto his lower abdomen, coating his tanned sun-kissed skin. A little laugh spills from Luffy’s lips before he presses a kiss to yours, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at you through his shades. “Ohhh~ Oh Luffyyyyy~” You moan out, hugging him tight while you tired your best to recover from your orgasm. “Shishishi~ Look at it drippin’ down ya thigh~” He whispers, looking down at your thighs and the marble bathroom floor.

You whimper out and he presses one more kiss to your lips to soothe you, giving you a sweet smile afterwards. “Can ya stand baby?~” He asked, lifting you up a bit more so you couldn’t slip from his grasp. “M-Mhh…I-I dunno.” You admit, looking away as a bit of blush dusted your cheeks. Luffy snickers and pulls your panties back in place before fully pulling your dress down your legs.

“Ya lucky this dress is long enough~ They woulda been able to see m’sticky cum leakin’ down ya thighs~” He whispers to you, a little chuckle leaving him. You blush as his lewd words and sigh before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Cmon~ Let’s go play some more games~ We can finish the rest tonight can’t we baby?~” You asked, pulling his thick and lighter straw hat onto his head. He nods before slowly placing you down onto the floor.

“Yeah~ Wanna fuck ya in ya dress when we get back though~ Shishishi~” Luffy snickers, his hand wrapping around your waist once again to prove support for you. You smile before chuckling to him. “Of course baby, as long as you promise to keep your sexy little suit on for me~” You whisper to him before pressing a smooch to his cheek.

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.”

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."