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monster trio shenanigans.

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hmm, hello! today is my birthday. should i post something to celebrate?

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Blame the wine.

✿ Notes: Hi everyone! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who enjoyed my first fanfic. It honestly meant a lot to me. 💕

✿ Pairing: Rob Lucci × Reader.

✿ Summary: It started with a dare, a glass too many, and the worst possible idea whispered by the best possible friend. You thought it would end with a laugh. But now he’s in your room — and you’re not laughing.

✿ CW: sexual content, phone sex, explicit dirty talk, masturbation (fem), alcohol use, teasing, implied voyeurism. ✿ Word count: 1.7k

Working at CP0 wasn’t easy, but having a friend made things feel a little lighter. And that night, in Stussy’s room, the air felt different.

The bottle of wine was halfway done, pillows were scattered across the bed, soft music played low in the background, and the windows were cracked open just enough to let the night breeze in. Laughter spilled easily, and confessions started coming out without a filter.

You were lying on your side, hair a bit messy, half-empty glass in hand — it was your fourth one already, and everything about you felt looser: your shoulders, your tongue, the line between right and wrong. Stussy leaned back against the headboard, one leg tucked under the other, swirling what was left in her almost empty glass, which she finished in one go before giggling softly.

“Truth or dare?” she asked, smiling with dark red lips, eyes sparkling with pure mischief.

Hesitating for a second, you let out that quiet, nervous laugh people give when they already sense regret around the corner — but still answered, voice playful: “Dare.”

Stussy clapped, excited. “I dare you…” she leaned in with that look that always knows too much, lips curved in a wicked smile, “to call Lucci, right now and say something… indecent.”

You blinked, a laughter caught in your throat. The alcohol was already warming you up from the inside, but that made your blood race.

“You’re joking.”

“Oh, I’m completely serious. Come on, maybe just one line… something light.” She ran her fingers down your arm, teasing. “You’re into him — you’re so bad at hiding it, you know? If he even noticed half the looks you throw his way… well, I doubt he’d let you sleep alone tonight.”

You scoffed, looking away. Of course Stussy knew. And it was even more obvious that if anyone could make you cross that line, it’d be her.

“This is a terrible idea.”

“This is the best idea I’m gonna have tonight.”

The two of you stared at each other a beat too long. The dare hung between you, heavy in the air. You grabbed your glass again, emptying it quickly, savoring the burn as it slid down your throat, igniting every nerve, then you reached for the Den Den Mushi.

“If he kills me tomorrow, you better testify it was your idea.”

Stussy grinned, bit her lower lip, and whispered playfully: “With pleasure.”

The little snail opened its eyes the moment you turned the dial. Those half-lidded, unimpressed eyes blinked like it already knew what was coming. You felt your whole body heat up.

“Yeah?” he answered, his voice low and a little bored.

One deep breath first. Stussy was dead silent, staring at you like she was holding her breath — and then, with the sweetest, sultriest, most loaded voice you could manage, you said: “Hey…”

“What is it?”

You bit your lip, voice softening. “What’re you doing?”

“Trying to sleep.” A pause. “You calling for a reason?”

A smile tugged at your lips, barely holding back the nervous flutter in your stomach from the thrill of doing something you definitely shouldn’t.

“It’s just… there’s something I need to tell you.”

Silence stretched for a beat — playful, like you were testing the waters.

“Remember that mission on Elra’s coast? When the enemy tower exploded too early and I almost fell off that bridge?”

Your voice came out low, almost a whisper — maybe because you were about to say something you shouldn’t.

“You caught me with one hand so easily and pulled me close so tight like that’s where you wanted me all along.” You closed your eyes, smiling at the memory. “But then I saw your hands… god, Lucci, they’re so pretty. So big. So strong…”

Only your breathing came through the snail.

“Then I couldn’t help but think… if your hands say anything about how big you really are… ugh, I don’t even know if I could take it.”

You let out a soft sigh, like you’d been holding that in for days.

“I have to confess… this morning I touched myself thinking about you. Before I even got out of bed.” You bit your lip, trying to hold back the dirty little smile that was already slipping into your voice “I just slipped my hand under my pajama. Wasn’t wearing any panties, you know? And god… I was so wet, my fingers sank right in…”

You exhaled slowly, almost embarrassed. “You’re ruining me, Lucci… I swear I didn’t use to be like this.”

The words just kept pouring out, you couldn’t stop even if you tried.

 “I used two fingers. Started slow at first, just to feel myself a little… but then I started pretending they were yours, and fuck—Lucci, it made me so desperate. I sped up, couldn’t help it. And you know that little bone on the side of the wrist? It kept brushing against my clit, just barely… it was too much. I had to cover my mouth with my other hand, but your name still slipped out… more than once.”

Your eyes were fluttering shut, like you were trying to stay quiet even though every nerve in your body was screaming for him. “Lucci… I think I’m getting wet again.”

“You probably think I’m such a dirty girl, huh?” A giggle escaped as you whispered it, too pleased with the idea. “Maybe I am… but I don’t really care if it means I get to think about your fingers. How long they are... how deep they’d go… how good they’d feel stretching me open.”

A sweet little whimper slipped past your lips as you kept going, almost so carried away you didn’t realize how far you were taking it. “You’d let me come on your hand if I asked nicely, wouldn’t you? I think you would… you’d make it feel so good, Lucci…”

Your whole body was aching now, every nerve lit up — your voice was still calm, just barely holding it together. Every word poured out just for him. “I’d be so good for you… So obedient. I really would.”

“I can’t stop thinking about how you’d fuck me… bet you’d go deep right away, all the way in with just one thrust. No warning. So rough, so good… you’d knock the breath out of me before I could even moan properly — but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Silence lingered.

And then — barely there — you caught it. A deep, quiet breath, like he was trying not to let you hear it.

You gripped the nearest pillow tight, knuckles turning white as the image flooded your mind.

“Then you’d fuck me harder… a little faster. And I’d take it all, I swear. You’d have me so cockdrunk I’d probably come just from the way you’re holding me down… just from knowing it’s you.”

“Even then… I know you wouldn’t stop. You’d pull another orgasm out of me… then another… until I’m trembling, all soft sounds and heavy breaths. You’re always so mean, Lucci…”

It all came out so fast — but in that silence, you swore you heard it. A faint rustle of sheets, like he’d just shifted.

Your whole body tensed, heat curling low in your stomach.

“And you know what would really make me happy?” You hesitated, just for a beat. “Feeling you cum inside me… so deep, Lucci. So, so deep…”

Your voice cracked softly at the end — and you knew Stussy noticed.

Still, you didn’t stop.

“I think I’d deserve it, right? After all, I was being so good for you…” You gave the sweetest, filthiest little smile to Den Den Mushi. “And even after all that… I’d still want more. I’d beg for it, if you told me to. I don’t think you’d even have a choice, Lucci.”

You sighed, almost dreamily.

“You’d have to take me all over again.”

You finally hung up — the click echoing louder than it should’ve.

Your eyes snapped to Stussy, breath catching halfway, a look of pure panic creeping across your face. She blinked at you slowly… then smirked.

“God, babe… you’re so fucked.”

You groaned, dropping your face into your hands with a muffled whine. “Stussy…”

She rose from the bed with a slow stretch, clearly savoring the moment.

“Okay, just so we’re clear—this isn’t on me. When I said ‘say something indecent’, that—” she pointed her glass toward the snail, “—was not what I meant.”

You peeked at her through your fingers.

“I hate you.”

She snorted.

“Liar.”

You sat up and dragged your hands down your face, cheeks burning. “Oh my God, Stussy... Let’s just finish this bottle so I can crawl back to my room, sleep, and pretend none of this ever happened. Or at least try.”

Stussy chuckled, pouring the last bit into both glasses like it was a toast to your downfall. “Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, eyes gleaming, “the funny thing is thinking he’s gonna let that slide.”

...

When you left Stussy’s room, your head was spinning, cheeks flushed, soul halfway out of your body. The hallway was quiet, dimly lit — and for once, you were grateful, maybe no one would see the aftermath printed all over your face.

You walked slowly, half in a daze, replaying every word you’d said, every breath, every filthy little detail — fuck, you were so screwed.

What if he reported you, what if he showed up at your door, what if—

You reached your room, unlocked it, pushed the door open and leaned against it, eyes already closing as you exhaled, “God… what did I do?”

“I could ask the same thing.”

You froze. The voice came from inside.

Your eyes flew open — and there he was, sitting in the chair near the window like he owned the place, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, arms draped lazily over the armrests, like he hadn’t just heard you turn into the filthiest version of yourself five minutes ago.

“Lucci—?” you choked out, eyes wide. “How did you even—? I mean… I didn’t— I think I just drank too much.”

You barely managed to close the door behind you, heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else, your palms sweaty, your mind racing — you couldn’t even look at him.

He just looked at you — calm, collected, almost amused.

Then, in a voice low and precise, quiet but cutting:

“You knew exactly what you were getting into.”

He wasn’t angry.

Just… final.

Like a verdict.

And you had no one to blame but yourself.

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Alright! So may I request an angry sex with Sanji? If not him, any of the Monster Trio. It would totally make my day! ❤️

it took me weeks to make this happen, but i really hope you enjoy it!! here.

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haunted.

pairing: sanji x afab!reader.

“you hated sanji — which made it impossible to understand why fucking him felt so good.”

warnings: smut — minors dni. enemies to lovers, hate sex, kitchen sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, light spanking, size kink, semi-public setting (on the ship), unprotected sex, light degradation/praise mix.

you hated sanji. hated him in a visceral way, almost as if it were personal.

which is why it was hard to understand why on earth you were bent over his counter, in his kitchen, while sanji was fucking you hard — after already making you come at least twice.

all right, fine. let’s get the facts straight and go back to the beginning.

you had always hated men desperate for women — the kind who fawn over any skirt that walks by. so imagine your surprise when your captain introduced you to the crew — and there he was: the perfect embodiment of everything you wanted to avoid.

it felt like being thrown into a nightmare dressed in a suit and an apron, and it almost made you reconsider whether joining that madness was worth it.

for weeks, you tried to ignore him and simply go along with the journey, reminding yourself of luffy’s generosity and that this was your crew, after all.

in the end, even sanji was kind — sometimes too kind. but along with that kindness came a certain desperation that turned obvious virtues into an irritating façade, making you avoid him whenever you could.

deeper into that whole situation, no matter how much you tried not to let it show — to avoid turning your time together into hell — at some point he truly saw you, all of you, and pulled away.

as the months went by, he grew more distant, colder. not that he treated you badly — that would have been impossible, even under those circumstances — but he went from an unbearable chatterbox to a polite machine with pre‑programmed responses. he only offered you things when it was part of serving everyone else. it became nothing more than “good morning,” “good night,” or “thank you” — and nothing beyond that.

until that night.

you’d docked at a rather unusual island — not to say downright strange. as usual, most of the crew went ashore to shop, and this time it ended up being just you and sanji on the ship. you had a headache, and he preferred to pick out the best ingredients during the day, not late in the afternoon when only the scraps were left.

chopper was an amazing doctor, but sometimes his skills had their limits. even after resting and taking the medicine he had so kindly given you, your head still felt as if someone had set up camp inside your skull with a hammer.

it must have been around six o’clock when you finally left your room — the sun was still hugging the waves in its farewell. it would have been a beautiful end to the day, if you hadn’t been in such a foul mood.

even knowing sanji would be there, you went to the kitchen. you kept repeating to yourself that it would be fine, but the discomfort was already slicking your palms — still, you tried to keep your face impassive as you pushed the door open.

you forced yourself to look neutral as you stepped in. it wasn’t the kind of nerves that hit when someone attractive flirts with you — it was worse: that stifling unease that comes from the presence of someone you’ve been trying to avoid, and who just won’t stop existing near you.

sanji was chopping vegetables, completely focused. fine, maybe he was attractive. the way he moved in the kitchen was genuinely fascinating, and his tall, lean, strong frame didn’t hurt either. he wore one of those blue shirts, buttons undone almost halfway down his chest. the fabric looked light, a little wrinkled, revealing the start of a defined abdomen.

what a waste: a man so skilled with his hands, so physically appealing, turning pathetic the moment he opened his mouth, right?

maybe it was your brain betraying you, or the medication, maybe both. but you couldn’t help thinking you’d even sleep with him if he’d just keep his mouth shut. what would he be like in bed? pathetic there too? begging to fuck you? or would he drop that “gentleman” act and actually fuck you hard?

you gave your head a small shake, brushing the thought away, trying to remind yourself of who he really was — especially when your hormones and months without sex kept pushing you away from reason.

“feeling any better?” sanji’s voice made you glance toward him — though his eyes never left the carrots he was slicing.

you walked over to the cupboard, opening the doors casually. your hands weren’t sweaty anymore, but they were still a little cold. you preferred to believe it was because of the migraine creeping in, not because of him.

it happened often — nami never missed a chance to joke about it — but you were sure it was only because his presence annoyed you.

nothing to do with tension. nothing to do with arousal. even if, seconds ago, you’d been thinking about the slightest chance of sleeping with him.

“i am. chopper gave me some medicine, but i think it’s just a migraine,” you said, pulling out a jar with some teas you kept stored. then you turned to him, giving the jar a small shake and a barely‑there smile. “i think my teas might help more. you mind if i use the kitchen for a few minutes? i promise i’ll be quick.”

he nodded without even looking at you.

you moved over to the stove, ignoring his coldness — something that had already become routine. most women would probably feel offended being ignored by a man as handsome as sanji — of course, if he was being silently sexy like he was now, and not an idiot. but for you, that was perfect.

a few minutes passed, wrapped in an almost comforting silence. the only sounds were the bubbling of the water and the precise rhythm of sanji’s knife against the cutting board.

without meaning to, your eyes drifted from the tea box, its patterns neat and repetitive, and landed on him — more specifically, on his hands.

you spent a few seconds watching the way sanji chopped the vegetables with an annoyingly graceful precision. you narrowed your eyes slightly, annoyed at yourself for finding it beautiful.

no one could say how long you stood there, staring at him, until his voice snapped you back to reality.

“are you hungry? i can make something if you want.” he finally lifted his head, giving you a gentle look that somehow managed to irritate you all over again.

“no, thanks.” you tried not to sound curt, just uninterested. “i just want the tea.”

right on cue, the water boiled, the kettle’s whistle pulling you out of your own head. sanji stayed still for a moment, as if about to say something, but then closed his mouth and went back to what he was doing.

with surprising speed, you finished making the tea. standing back-to-back with sanji brought a tension no blade of his — no matter how sharp — could ever cut through. your shoulders were tight, your arms stiff with the almost-touch between your bodies, creating a thick, torturous charge in the air around you.

for a few moments, while the water steeped the tea bag, you found yourself tangled in your own thoughts. it was terrible not understanding what the hell you were feeling. anger, yeah — that had to be it. what bothered you was that no anger you could remember had ever come with such a strong urge to fuck someone.

did he feel the same? did sanji think about fucking you?

no, impossible. well, maybe possible — but not the way you wanted. sanji was known to fall hopelessly for just about anyone. clearly, you’d be just another one in his bed.

just the thought of that sent a sick feeling rising in your throat — uncomfortable as those thoughts were.

then suddenly, sanji appeared behind you. first, his long, strong arm reached over your head, grabbing something from a cabinet. right after, you felt his presence — closed off and tense, different from how he acted around the other women. it was more like the vibe he gave off next to zoro — the one he constantly traded barbs with and clearly hated.

he smelled like cigarettes mixed with nutmeg — a warm scent that wrapped around you in that moment, making you close your eyes for a second.

remembering where — and with whom — you were, you quickly turned, almost knocking over the hot cup into your own hand. the surprise made him step back a bit, but he was still close enough for that scent to keep... sinking into you.

and it wasn’t the only thing you wanted penetrating you.

fuck it. this was definitely the worst, most torturous pms — or sex deprivation — you’d ever had. seriously. what a humiliation.

“what are you doing, sanji?” you frowned at him. it annoyed you how easily he could unravel you with so little effort.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to grab the seasoning.” his voice was low, almost a whisper.

he turned his face away, trying not to bite his lip. his voice was really sensual, nice to hear — it made you imagine what other pathetic sounds he might make.

you almost wanted to shove a knife down your own throat for thinking that. but honestly? that was all you had left for that weird night: the urge to fuck someone you said you hated.

“okay,” you said, grabbing the tea, ready to leave that kitchen. maybe nami was right. maybe your hatred wasn’t exactly what you thought. maybe. maybe. maybe.

“wait.” he touched your arm so gently you were caught off guard. “can i ask you something?”

you turned around, trying to hide any reaction — irritation, nervousness, whatever. it wouldn’t be fair to take it out on sanji just because he was in the same room as you.

“why... why do you hate me so much?” he asked, frowning with an expression you recognized as shame.

usually, sanji was pathetic — but not like that. you weren’t being mean, just honest. he had this awful habit of... well, humiliating himself. but right then, in that moment, he seemed different. like he was really digging deep in his mind, like he needed to get it all out at once.

you frowned too. even trying not to show it, it was impossible in the space you shared — and sanji was smart enough to notice certain things.

he moved closer but still kept a safe distance. your bodies were face to face, just millimeters apart.

putting the tea down on the counter, you crossed your arms, thinking of a reply. it was kinda hard — he was very much there. a bit taller, pretty strong. his presence was constant, undeniable.

looking away, you tried to follow your own thoughts. there was no dodging it, at some point you two had to have this talk. it was confusing too. maybe even you, despite having a plausible reason, didn’t fully get why his presence bothered you so much.

the explanation you had started to fade at some point — the point when your mind made you consider some not-so-appropriate thoughts.

you took a deep breath, already had something ready to say, but sanji didn’t let you. his hand landed on the counter, right next to your tea, and he leaned toward you. there was care and a certain hesitation in his movements — not something you’d expect from the sanji you knew.

“hit me, yell, or just stop talking to me if i’m wrong, but i don’t think you really hate me,” he whispered, “and i really want to be wrong, but at the same time, i don’t.”

you opened your mouth, ready to snap back, but nothing came out. he was too close, his scent and the feel of his body so near yours hitting your nerves. it was like you were frozen — not uncomfortable, but caught in your own lie, like a kid busted doing something wrong.

quickly, yet painfully slow, his fingers brushed your waist. his touch felt like fire spreading through your body, lighting something up inside you immediately.

“sanji…” your voice came out rougher than you wanted.

he closed the distance even more, his warm breath mixing with yours. “tell me to stop if you don’t want this, i’ll do whatever you ask.”

oh.

it hit you like a punch to the gut. you knew you should tell him to stop. you knew you hated desperation, that the reasons played in your head like a mantra every damn day — but you just couldn’t. none of that mattered when you felt his body so close, his touch burning enough to almost intoxicate you. his skin golden in the late afternoon light, his big hands anchored on your hips — that’s what mattered.

there was no sweetness in the kiss. it couldn’t be.

it was urgent and hot, like a heated fight over who’d give in first. as for sanji, you didn’t know, but you weren’t ready to give up yet. gripping his shirt, you felt the buttons scratch the palm of your hand as you pulled him closer, wanting to fuse your bodies even more and hold on to that good feeling.

sanji groaned low against your mouth, making your whole body shiver. you felt your back hit the counter, his hands sliding down your waist to the hem of your shirt. when his fingers touched your bare skin, you arched, letting out a sigh that was anything but hate.

he kept kissing you while his fingers expertly traced down your shirt, slowly undoing the buttons. their mouths parted, and he started kissing your neck, leaving light bites that made you moan without meaning to.

“your voice is so beautiful… i’ve always wondered what it would be like to hear you moan my name.” his voice came out rough.

“you’re gonna have to try a lot harder if you want to hear your name from my mouth, sanji.” you growled, even though you were trembling inside.

he kissed damn well. really well. sanji smiled and pulled you closer again, making you sit on the counter.

“and i can do whatever i want? i thought you hated me… you’re gonna give in that easily?” his fingers played between your breasts, covered only by the thin fabric of your bra, making you frown in pleasure. sanji deliberately rubbed against you and you felt his hard erection. it took more willpower than you thought you had not to touch it, not to find out just how big he really was.

you leaned closer to his mouth, pulling him by his messy collar until his lips were near.

“yeah… maybe i will. but there’s a catch: you’ll have to fuck me really well, then i’ll think about hating you a little less. and don’t even think i’m gonna beg for it. fuck me… prove that you can.”

he smiled and slid his fingers along your neck — but didn’t squeeze. pulling you in, he kissed you with even more desire than before. it hurt to admit it, but feeling his cock pressing against your thigh was driving you crazy. again, you had to be strong not to rip his clothes off and fuck him as many times as he could.

one kiss and your confusion melted into a single thought: you were completely dizzy from the mix of smells and sensations sanji was giving you right then.

sanji stopped kissing you again and trailed his lips down your back where your blouse was slightly open, leaving warm kisses that spread on your skin like a gentle fever, but also with a visceral heat.

you watched him descend the trail of kisses until he was on his knees between your legs.

sanji lifted his eyes to you, his face close to your pussy still covered. that look was clear and obvious: he wanted you without that piece of clothing. you lifted your hips on the counter, waiting for him to pull it off completely, but his hands slid up your thighs, under your skirt, pulling only your panties while a cheeky smile appeared on his lips.

when he finally took them off, he slipped them into his pocket.

damn, what a bastard. you hated that wicked smile of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

there was another hint of a smile when sanji brought his face closer to your intimacy, while his hands pulled you to the edge of the table but held you firmly. he was pretty tall and the counter wasn’t that high, so it was easy for him to do whatever he wanted in that moment.

you first felt his tongue, warm and soft, sliding over your folds. he took one hand off your waist and gently slid his fingers between them, spreading you open, then slid his tongue again, this time with more confidence. he pulled a sigh from you, then a moan, and soon after, more and more.

it was impossible not to grab his blond strands while he ate you like pure worship. he started slow, testing the waters, but when he got a positive response, he began devouring you. his tongue slid over you and his fingers massaged your clit—every touch hitting your nerves, pulling guttural moans from deep inside you.

by then, your voice was louder than you wanted, but it was impossible not to moan while he was eating you so well. your climax was building deep inside, dripping along with the fluids sanji eagerly sucked with his lips. every second, you felt closer to paradise; after so long without sex, getting that divine oral was inevitable.

the bastard knew exactly how to eat pussy, that was undeniable. at least his big mouth was good for something.

“oh, sanji, fuck... this is so good, please don’t stop... i’m gonna come,” you moaned—and you lost badly, even though you’d claimed you wouldn’t, but fuck it.

then he stopped massaging your clit and started sliding his fingers inside you. he began with just one, which pulled a heavy sigh from you, then added another.

“so wet... my dick’s gonna slide into you so easy. i can’t wait to fuck you, you know?” he said, looking at you. there was so much lust in his eyes that suddenly you realized the situation and allowed yourself to feel a little embarrassed.

his blue eyes were as deep as the ocean, giving you a beautiful view of him between your legs, staring at you.

sanji then began pushing his fingers deeper inside you, fucking you. you threw your head back, moaning louder and louder as you felt yourself tighten around those long fingers.

when you lifted your head, sanji wasn’t on his knees anymore but close to you. his fingers were still working your pussy. you felt so close to coming that tears welled up in your eyes, your brain drifting farther from reality with every second.

suddenly sanji kissed you, this time with even more hunger. he ran his tongue over your lips while holding your face. and still, he didn’t stop fucking you for a second.

when he pulled away, he looked as ecstatic as you felt, but his presence made your head spin.

“looks like i’ll have to focus on fucking you and shutting you up at the same time,” he said, curling his fingers inside you — hitting your most sensitive spot with such precision it made the world around you disappear.

there was no ship, no people who might walk in and see you half-naked with your legs over him — just your heavy breathing, your almost-high-pitched moans, and the black-and-white flashes you now saw as shooting stars.

the orgasm hit you full force like a warm, glowing wave drenched in pure euphoria. from your core to the outside of your body, you trembled as spasms shook the inside of your thighs, radiating straight from your center and pulsing around where his fingers were — now slick with your fluids.

suddenly, sanji pulled away again — but with his fingers still inside you. breathless, you watched him lower his head once more, his eyes locking on yours before he slid his fingers out and gripped your thighs firmly, pressing them against his hips, spreading you even wider and giving him full access to your pussy.

he went back to eating you out, this time focused on sucking up the juices from your first orgasm. you were still catching your breath, so the sensation felt like being dragged back into that spiraling pleasure.

you barely had time to breathe. your first orgasm still pulsed in waves through your body as sanji’s mouth showed no mercy, licking and sucking every sensitive spot.

“sanji… i… can’t…” you gasped, but your words melted into a long moan as another wave crashed over you. a burst so fierce your muscles clenched around nothing, and you arched your back, feeling the second orgasm tear through you in spasms one after the other.

his hands held you tight as your breath hitched and your whole body shook, each contraction pulling another moan from you, until the tension melted into a heavy heat that spread across the counter, through the air, and into every muscle of yours.

by that point, there wasn’t a trace of hate left in you. the pleasure was so overwhelming, so damn good, you couldn’t even — no matter how much you wanted to — think about all the reasons you hated sanji.

he was good at this. good at pushing away bad thoughts, sucking everything out of you, leaving you with just that warm, confusing feeling flooding your body.

he stood up, smiling. definitely a beautiful sight: tousled blonde hair, his juices dripping down his chin and face. sanji pulled open a nearby drawer and wiped himself off, never taking his eyes off you.

“still hate me?” he asked low, his voice rough.

“yeah. a lot.” you panted, still coming down from the multiple orgasms you’d just had.

“so, should i keep going? you moan so damn well for someone who hates me. looks like i’m gonna have to fuck you until you don’t feel that anymore.”

you furrowed your brows — unsure if from pleasure or anger — and pulled him closer. once again, your sex met sanji’s hardness. he closed his eyes, clearly just as sensitive as you were.

“oh yeah?” you whispered. “with all this hate i’ve got, you’re gonna have to fuck me a lot, cook.”

that was enough. sanji grabbed you, lifting you off the counter and turning you around. you gave in to the sudden force, letting out a brief moan.

then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, thrusting a few times in the air. when you looked at him, you couldn’t help but notice the size — sanji had a huge cock, long, not too thick, slightly curved. you wanted him inside you, no more waiting.

“like what you see?” he asked, catching your gaze.

“i’d like it more if you stopped hesitating and just fucked me already. or are you gonna tell me you gave up?” you shot back.

sanji thrust a few times, lifted your skirt higher, and slapped your ass, making you gasp. damn him. he rubbed his cock all over your pussy, gathering the wetness still there, then pushed back inside you. just the feeling of him sliding against you made you moan louder than expected, arching your back more on the counter.

then he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly began to slide in, stretching you out. even after cumming twice already, it was still hard to take him. he was thicker than you’d imagined just by looking.

“oh shit, so tight... you’re so damn good.” he groaned, closing his eyes and grabbing your hips tight.

once he was fully inside, he paused for a few seconds before starting to thrust hard — but not violently. the kitchen became the stage for the obscene sounds of your bodies colliding, his cock hitting all the right spots perfectly, making you see stars again.

you lifted your hips, trying to help him reach that spot. sanji got it immediately, holding you tight as he pounded harder, chasing his own orgasm.

his cock stretched your walls beautifully, and you felt like you were in heaven. his moans were delicious, and you were overwhelmed with pleasure. you buried your face in your arms, trying not to moan louder, but it was impossible.

before long, another orgasm was waiting for you. your legs trembled and your cervix contracted softly — a total contrast to the firm thrusts you were receiving.

then sanji, with gentle strength, tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled your face toward his. his movements were calm, even while fucking you hard.

“look at me while you come,” he said in a husky moan, keeping his rhythm. you felt every inch of his cock hitting all the right spots, making you roll your eyes in ecstasy.

“damn, you’re so beautiful.” he moaned again, almost purring.

“fuck you, sanji,” you said, feeling your body tense against his.

“fucking you sounds a lot more interesting.”

screw him.

another climax hit you — even stronger than the first two. your legs trembled harder, your abdomen contracted, spilling your juices god-knows-where, and you didn’t even care.

“that’s it, come for me. you’re so beautiful coming on my cock. i’m gonna make you come on it every time.” sanji’s voice, distant, whispered in your ear. “ah, yeah… i’m close… fuck.”

in moments, he came too. sanji pulled out and spilled over your thighs, flooding you with his release.

when you finally came down from your high, sanji was already cleaning you up. once he finished, you stood up and noticed you’d stained his pants all over. it’d be hard to explain that to whoever did the laundry that week.

you slid down the counter and sat on the floor. sanji sat across from you, completely messy.

“what are you thinking about?” he broke the silence.

“that was better than i expected.”

he smiled at that. “but you’re still a complete idiot, and that was the first and last time. besides, i need to get out of here and shower before everyone arrives. and we gotta clean up this mess. what about you, what’s on your mind?”

“that you look prettier coming than hating me.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. sanji stood up and held out his hand to you, which you took. then he told you to sneak out the back.

luckily, no one saw you. half an hour later, the others arrived — enough time for sanji to get himself together and tidy the kitchen.

dinners got kinda awkward after that, and it wasn’t the last time you two hooked up.

sometimes, hating someone was kinda nice. at least it brought amazing orgasms and a decent dinner afterwards.

all works belong to @solsticic — 2025. do not copy, steal, translate, repost, or feed to ai.

[solsticic]

monkey d. luffy is actually so mature, smart, emotionally intelligent, and masculine, and the sooner this world stops perceiving him as a child who is barely conscious and treating him like a toddler, the sooner it will start to heal 🥀 god forbid a man is silly and unserious at times!

[solsticic]

INTRODUCING ME.

about me.

"noemi" is a pseudonym i chose for my own safety, due to personal reasons.

i'm in my early twenties and i'm latina, so english isn't my first language.

i've been in love with one piece for about six years now, and writing has been a passion of mine for as long as i can remember — i guess one thing led to another.

besides writing, photography, and cinema, there's a passion i really want to pursue: i want to be a marine biologist, but i haven't started college yet — i'm planning to do that next year! (wish me luck!)

about my writing:

i really enjoy writing, but i often have blocks that last for weeks, so i might end up disappearing and not posting fanfics for a long time. i apologize in advance.

i like to always write in lowercase! it's more of an aesthetic thing, so i hope you don't mind.

i also love writing with the characters "in character", but sometimes that can change! i don't know, i guess it depends on what i'm in the mood to write.

well, i guess that's it. there's not much to say about me lol. i hope you enjoy my writing and stick around for a long time.

[solsticic]

sanji redraw from twitter🐟🐟

[solsticic]

Oh, I just saw you're not taking requests — sorry about that! You can totally ignore my message. ��️

don’t worry, sweetheart! he’s the next character i’m posting, so i can add elements of your request if you’d like.

[solsticic]

Hii! Do you mainly write for Luffy? 💕

not necessarily, i mainly write for one piece! i just happen to have more luffy fics because i love writing for him, but i’ll be posting things for other characters soon as well

[solsticic]

MASTELIST + INFOS.

★ my fics are always written with afab readers in mind. i also try to write inclusively, especially for readers of color — but if anything ever makes you uncomfortable or needs to be changed, just tell me!

★ minors (under 18) are welcome to read my content, but i kindly ask that you do not interact with my nsfw works in any way, as it makes me uncomfortable.

★ a rather trivial warning, but most of my fanfics will be smuts. i don’t plan on writing long or multi-chapter fics, but that might change over time depending on my comfort here.

monkey d. luffy.

you belong to me — 18+

tumblr & A03.

words: 3,500

pairing: luffy x afab!reader.

summary: luffy isn't jealous — except when it comes to you. after dancing with someone else, he shows you who you belong to.

warnings: smut — minors dni. established relationship, drunk sex (light), slight voyeurism, oral sex, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, spanking, physical control, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance, size kink, riding, creampie, unprotected sex.

birthday sex — 18+

tumblr & A03.

words: 2,931

pairing: luffy x afab!reader.

summary: it was luffy's birthday and you wanted to give him an unforgettable gift.

warnings: smut — minors dni. oral sex, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, face sitting, riding, dom/sub undertones, soft domination (reader), creampie, dirty talk, mutual pining.

black-leg sanji.

haunted. — 18+

tumblr & A03.

words: 4,477

pairing: sanji x afab!reader.

summary: you hated sanji — which made it impossible to understand why fucking him felt so good.

warnings: smut — minors dni. enemies to lovers, hate sex, kitchen sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, light spanking, size kink, semi-public setting (on the ship), unprotected sex, light degradation/praise mix.

[solsticic]

Thank you for having such a nice writing! ❤️

omg thank you?? i don’t even know what to say, that was actually so sweet

[solsticic]

birthday sex.

pairing: luffy x afab!reader.

"it was luffy's birthday and you wanted to give him an unforgettable gift."

cw: smut — minors dni. oral sex, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, face sitting, riding, dom/sub undertones, soft domination (reader), creampie, dirty talk, mutual pining.

the sound of the party spilled through the corners of the ship, giving new meaning to the word celebration — laughter echoed, drinks were raised, and food arrived on the table, only to disappear just as quickly.

it was the captain’s birthday, and he himself seemed to be the celebration. luffy had turned twenty-two, and with that came a party he eagerly embraced — dancing, eating, laughing. his joy was infectious, his eyes glowing with a light that belonged only to him.

and that glow only fanned the flames of your desire even more.

from the corner of your eye, your gaze betrayed you, drifting to him every chance it got. time had been kind to luffy, gifting him quiet changes that somehow made all the difference — muscles now more defined, tracing boldly wherever his skin was bare. his hair, longer. his complexion, deeper from the sun. his smile, however, remained unchanged: bright, disarming, and full of a warmth that felt like an embrace without touch.

it made you understand why others would follow him to the ends of the earth, without question.

when everyone had grown tired from the celebrations, the night settled into a soft hush — quiet, yet peaceful. luffy stayed on the deck, and in that stillness, you felt your resolve shift, deciding it was finally time to let go.

you stepped toward him softly, your movements light, almost cautious. the ship had gone still; everyone was asleep. it was just the two of you now.

"hi, luffy," you said, your voice low, almost shy. he turned to you, eyes meeting yours without hesitation. "did you enjoy the party?"

"yeah," he said, that familiar grin spreading lazily across his face. "i loved it. it was fun, don't you think?"

"hmrum, it was." your voice caught in your throat, heavy with what you wanted to say but couldn't quite form. maybe you'd regret it, maybe he wouldn't want it — but you were already too far in to turn back now. plucking up courage, you said: "so... is there still time to give you a gift?"

luffy immediately perked up, stepping closer. curiosity lit up his eyes, making his grin widen even more. "sure!" he said, cheerful as ever.

god — you just wanted to ruin that damn man standing in front of you. not just because of the way he made your body burn, but because, somewhere deep inside, you'd already chosen him — long before tonight.

there was a brief moment of hesitation on your part, but you pushed it aside and took his hand, gently guiding luffy toward the room that, for now, was yours alone. a cold shiver ran down your spine as you closed the door behind you and quietly locked it. still, you offered him a soft, reassuring smile — hoping to ease the sudden tension your gesture might’ve caused.

the light was still off, but moonlight spilled across the bed like a soft veil, casting a silver glow over the room. you moved to the nightstand and lit a few candles with sweet, lingering scents, their flames flickering gently as you stole glances at luffy, who stood there, looking a little lost.

turning back to him with a tender smile, you motioned for him to sit — and luffy, without question, obeyed.

"luff," you said, stepping close — close enough to feel the warmth between you, but still giving him space. "the gift i want to give you… it’s something i know no one’s ever given you before." you let the silence stretch, just enough to let the words sink in, before your voice dipped lower. "i want to give you a night with me. one you won't forget. i want to fuck you."

a moment of silence settled over the room. luffy’s eyes, warm beneath your gaze, held steady — present enough to feel him there, but distant enough to leave space for breath. he didn't speak right away. his brow furrowed a few times as he seemed to weigh something quietly, and you didn't rush him. you just waited, letting the silence stretch, even as part of you braced for a rejection that might never come.

he seemed to be thinking it over a lot. you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. luffy wasn’t stupid — quite the opposite. he was smart, even if he had trouble showing it. you were sure he understood your request well enough.

"take me," he said finally, breaking the silence. "if it's with you... i want it."

you didn’t expect his sudden response. luffy's words took you by surprise, but you tried not to let the flicker of nervousness show. you exhaled softly, the weight of his statement settling in.

you took a few steps forward — close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. his gaze stayed on you, almost enchanted.

one of his hands was taken, guided across bare skin of your thigh until it rested on your waist, making him feel you. a small pull back followed, and luffy’s eyes stayed locked on your figure before him, tracking every move.

then the dress slipped off your shoulders, falling down your body. he swallowed hard, watching. the lingerie you chose was intended to take his breath away — and yeah, it worked. once his comfort was certain, you climbed onto his lap, noses nearly touching.

“you can tell me if it’s too much,” you whispered, your voice rough, thick with lust. that man was your undoing, and he didn’t even know it. all those sleepless nights, fantasizing about him... your desire had built into something nearly unbearable, and now, you couldn’t wait to fuck him senseless.

your lips brushed against his, soft and slow, giving him space to feel and taste you — the sweet lip gloss you’d picked just for him. after a few seconds, luffy parted his lips, and the kiss shifted, turning eager, almost desperate on his end. with a finger beneath his chin, you coaxed him to open further, slipping your tongue between his soft lips.

luffy moaned at the raw contact, the sound alone making your body throb. his moans were angelic — a sound you never knew you craved so deeply.

the hardness beneath you pressed against your core, and you began to grind, chasing friction with growing need. your breaths grew shallow, matching the rhythm of your movements, the urgency building in both of you.

at some point, you found yourself sucking on his tongue, slow and filthy. your hips moved against him with increasing desperation, the heat between you intensifying. his hands, still timid at your waist, finally moved with more intent, and you guided them to your breasts, still covered but aching for his touch.

he let out another needy sound, louder this time, and so did you, both of you unraveling just from the contact, even through fabric.

you then moved to remove the remaining clothes luffy had on — his vest — standing to help him take off his hat, gently setting it on the opposite nightstand, the one untouched by candles. you couldn’t help but smile at him, watching how needy he seemed with so little. his chest rose and fell unevenly, eyes half-lidded, a glimmer of lust in them.

all of it was because of you and your touch. what an honor, huh?

you grabbed a pillow and placed it on the floor in front of him, then helped him strip off his pants and boxers, tossing them into the corner with the rest of the clothes. now, luffy was completely naked. he didn’t seem shy about it, and when your eyes roamed over him, your breath hitched, stalling for a beat.

luffy was long. really long. a little thick — but mostly… just huge.

you’d never been with anyone like him before. your body ached with want, but a single thought clung to your mind — hot, breathless: could you even take him?

he watched you closely, eyes tracking every move. when you knelt and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking slow and deliberate, a moan escaped him. his body arched, seeking more, but you held him down with a steady hand at his waist, grounding the moment.

“you have to stay still, okay?” you whispered, your voice hushed.

he nodded eagerly, lips parting with a soft breath, anticipation thick in the space between you. you smiled at his desperation, then bent down, running your tongue along the entire length until you reached the tip — already slick with pre-cum — never once breaking eye contact. luffy let his head fall back with a groan, and when you sucked the head into your mouth, slow and full, he moaned loud enough to echo.

thank god the room had some insulation — you silently thanked franky for that.

little by little, you began to take him into your mouth — slowly, hungrily — though his size made it impossible to fit it all. you made up for it with your hand, moving in a slow twist, opposite to the rhythm of your mouth — a perfect spiral of pressure that made him tremble beneath you. even when your jaw began to ache, you didn’t stop — pulling back just to trail soft licks along his length, your hand never slowing.

when you felt him start to throb, his breathing turning ragged, you dove back in, sucking greedily.

"wait, wait!" he gasped between moans, voice thick with lust. "if you keep going, i’m gonna—"

"come for me, pretty boy," you whispered, your mouth returning to him in wet, eager licks. "let me take you."

with your lips and hands working in sync, it didn’t take long — he came hard, and you swallowed every drop of his cum as it flooded your tongue. to your surprise, the taste wasn’t bad — in fact, it was faintly pleasant, warm and uniquely his. even as you pulled back, his cock still twitched slightly, half-hard, and luffy’s eyes were locked on you, watching through heavy breaths.

you stood, wiping the corners of your mouth with your fingers, then brought them to your lips. he moaned at the sight, head falling back against the pillows as he reached for you, pulling you onto him.

you kissed him then — deep, giving him a taste of himself, letting him feel it on your tongue. the kiss turned hungry, laced with lust and something deeper. when you finally pulled back, his hands moved to your back, fumbling with your bra until it came undone. your chest was bare now, and luffy, wide-eyed and wanting, leaned in to suck on your breasts greedily.

“can i make you feel good like this too?” he asked, eyes half-closed, mouth still on one of your breasts — the view from heaven, in your opinion.

“you can eat me, luff,” you replied, your voice almost a muffled groan.

“eat you... that’s it. i want to eat you,” he said, voice low, like the idea might disappear if he said it too loud.

you stood up, making luffy frown and prop himself up on his elbows to watch you. his eyes followed every move as you slid off your panties, his gaze trailing over your body from head to toe, sending a shiver through you — and making you wetter.

“lie down with your head near the headboard, pretty boy,” you instructed, watching as luffy promptly obeyed. he settled between the pillows, looking up at you anxiously, waiting.

“i’m going to sit on your face, okay?” you said, making sure he heard. he listened closely as you climbed over him, positioning yourself above his strong body until your thighs framed his face. his eyes were fixed on your dripping pussy, and one of his hands reached up to touch it, sliding through its folds. a moan escaped you at the contact, your breath hitching. you placed his other hand on your thigh.

“give me three slaps if you feel like i’m choking you, right?”

“yeah,” he gasped.

when you lowered yourself, luffy didn’t hesitate — he dove in like a man starving, devouring you with ravenous enthusiasm. he was clumsy, yes, but eager. his tongue dancing up and down, exploring every nerve, while you subtly rolled your hips or guided his movements. the sounds he made — wet, noisy, obscene — filled the room.

you were already throbbing with need, the knot in your belly unraveling fast, pulling you toward the edge. maybe it had been ten, maybe twenty minutes of luffy fucking you with his tongue — but considering how often you’d touched yourself thinking about him, it was more than enough.

you arched your back, whimpering and writhing, as he kept going, murmuring into your pussy, making a glorious mess. you loved that boy — and you already loved the way he took you to the peak.

a few more licks from him, passing through your hole to your clit, and you came undone — your mind went blank, and a grunting noise escaped your throat. your legs weakened, trembling along the insides of your thighs as the orgasm crashed through you. luffy licked up every trace of your release, making you moan his name even louder.

"you’re so sweet," luffy murmured, his voice hoarse, his face soaked. "i’ve never tasted anything this good before."

"i’m glad you liked it, luff," you said, your breathing slowly beginning to steady. then you lowered yourself onto his lap, his erection pressing hot and firm against your stomach — admirably huge. when you kissed him, you tasted yourself on his lips. before pulling away, you adjusted him on the pillows until luffy was settled and comfortable, then looked at him:

"i need you not to move too much — your dick is big, and i’ll have to ease into it first. can you do that for me, baby?"

"okay, i’ll stay put," he said.

you grab his cock and guide it through your slick folds, making luffy close his eyes and let out another loud moan. then you position the head at your entrance. even though you’re already prepared and soaked, as you ease him in inch by inch, you still feel your walls stretching to accommodate him. luffy’s noises grow louder with every bit of him that disappears inside you.

“oh, fuck... you’re so tight,” he gasps, voice thick with pleasure. “shit, that feels incredible.”

you can’t help but moan in response.

once luffy was fully inside, you pause for a few seconds to adjust, then begin to ride him slowly. after a few minutes, your body has adapted to his size, and the rhythm shifts — from slow rises and descents to smooth, grinding motions that draw out both your pleasure.

luffy gazes at you with his mouth open, the room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies. his eyes can’t seem to decide between your face and your bouncing breasts, which he stares at whenever they’re not rolling back in pure bliss.

as the rhythm grew intense and steady, and luffy’s hands stay anchored on your waist — not guiding you, just feeling you — you give it a try: squeezing his cock as you ride him. it’s not timed or precise, just a teasing pulse to test the waters.

luffy lets out a sharp groan, gasping as he feels it. "what is that?! ohhh—fuck, that feels so good."

"something i wanted to give only to you," you whisper, voice low and warm, your breath still shaky against his skin. "not just a fuck — but everything i’ve been holding back. all of me, for you."

now that you had his approval, you keep going. you move up and down, squeezing his cock in steady pulses, milking him as you chase your own orgasm. the sounds luffy makes only push you further — his cock slams deep into your walls, and you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm. but you want him to come first.

"babe, i'm close," you murmured. "will you come with me? cum in me?"

"yes— oh shit, i want it so bad— i'm so close too," he groaned, stretching his neck.

you stopped squeezing him and sped up your hips, leaning in to kiss and suck on his neck. he moaned louder, then climaxed hard, filling you with his release. you kept grinding against luffy, your clit pressing into him until your own orgasm hit hard, making everything around you disappear for a moment.

when it was over, you found him sprawled across the bed — hair tousled, lips swollen, neck marked, with a few accidental scratches on his chest. he'd definitely need to wear a shirt for a few days.

you pulled out and felt your shared release drip down your leg, a warm, sticky mess, before curling up beside him. your fingers traced lazy, meaningless circles on his chest. you looked up at him again — and god, you couldn’t help but fall for him all over again.

"did you like it?" you asked softly, your voice breaking the silence.

he turned to you, catching his breath, and pulled you close.

"it was amazing," he said, breathless at the memory. "can we do this every year?"

his smile was contagious. "we can do this every week if you want. happy birthday, sweetheart."

he sighed contentedly, closing his eyes, satisfied. you then got up to clean yourself, always feeling his gaze on you, quietly following your every move. when you finished, you snuggled into his chest, sleep tugging at your limbs. you wanted a shower, but you were too tired to move.

"thanks for the gift," he mumbled, already slipping into sleep.

you just hugged him tighter — and fell asleep too.

it was his birthday, but you also got something that day.

all works belong to @solsticic — 2025. do not copy, steal, translate, repost, or feed to ai.

[solsticic]

you belong to me.

pairing: luffy x afab!reader.

"luffy isn't jealous — except when it comes to you. after dancing with someone else, he shows to you who you belong to."

cw: smut — minors dni. established relationship, drunk sex (light), slight voyeurism, oral sex, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, spanking, physical control, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance, size kink, riding, creampie, unprotected sex.

luffy wasn't the possessive type — in fact, he was the opposite in almost every way — except when it came to you.

it was a two-way street, so to speak: he loved telling everyone you were part of his crew, proudly showing you off as his loyal companion and girlfriend. that was all well and good — until someone had acted in a way he found even remotely suspicious.

a long look from some guy while you walked down the street? a whistle? a casual touch from some poor soul at a bar who thought he had a shot? that was more than enough for him.

on some occasions, just luffy's piercing gaze was enough to put them in their place — but many times, not even that worked — he’d gladly jump into a fight the kind your crew would have to break up.

sometimes you loved the thrill of the danger; other times, not so much. it all depended on how sore you’d wake up the next morning.

on this day, the crew was celebrating happily on your ship after a victory. it was a beautiful afternoon, with the sun painting streaks across the sky in shades of pink and orange. the drinks were sweet, and the food was plentiful. everyone was dancing, all smiles and joy — or at least, that’s what was expected.

you were drunk, but not overly so — just enough to enjoy yourself — and dancing with sanji. despite his usual behavior with other women, he was always respectful towards you. his hands stayed in safe zones, and he twirled you just enough to keep up with the rhythm of the dance. you were having a great time, even with certain eagle eyes boring into you from across the boat and over the firepit.

when the music ended, you sat down next to nami, who gave you a cheeky, drunken smile.

"you’re impossible, aren’t you?" she said to you.

"what did i do this time?" you replied, though it came out more like a sigh.

"ask your boyfriend, who looks like he’s about to go for sanji’s throat any second. and you know i'm not exactly one to take his side" she chuckled

you let out a weak laugh in response. you knew luffy trusted both you and sanji. your jealousy had a habit of showing itself whenever men of questionable character came around. so then, what was this flicker of jealousy?

for a moment, you hoped it was just the drink making you see and hear things — his look, your friend’s comment, all of it.

even when you weren't looking, you could feel his warm gaze on you, following your every move. he might've seemed distracted, but his focus on you was undeniable.

the rest of the night blurred with tension disguised as fun, and as night fell, so did your crew. despite your exhaustion, you didn’t feel like sleeping just yet. you wandered across the deck, searching for your boyfriend, but he was nowhere in sight. was he in the cabin? you made your way toward it.

as you walked, your thoughts were hazy with alcohol and the buzz of the party. your steps were carefree as you approached the door, but before you could open it, a gentle touch grazed your waist, and a hand pressed near the wall you’d just been facing.

"looking for me, pretty thing?" there was a new heaviness in luffy’s voice, deeper and rougher, as a grin spread across his face. his breath was warm on your neck, and you could almost hear the unspoken promise hanging in the air.

he looked you up and down before finally approaching, and you couldn't help but be charmed by how gorgeous he was. soft, almost invisible freckles dotted his face, like kisses from the sun and the sea. his hat now hung under his neck, hair tousled and silky. the eyes that were once sweet and kind now seemed loaded with emotions you couldn’t quite decipher.

"yeah," you blushed slightly.

really? It must be the alcohol, you thought. years of being together, and a simple question could still throw you off balance. so unfair.

he was under your skin — like fire, like gravity. just a look and your whole nervous system short-circuited and luffy knew it. damn well.

"hrmm," he murmured, his hands leaving the doorframe to trail down to the hem of your skirt. the slightest touch slid slowly down your thigh, enough to leave you nervous, almost intoxicated. his mouth grazed your neck, slow and maddening, and you instinctively arched back — just enough to tempt him further. it was slow, sweet. then he turned you around, giving your ass a soft, unexpected slap.

before you even registered the shift, your breathing grew heavy, warmth flooding through you.

"luffy?!" you murmured, a little stunned, realizing where you were — in the hallway, with the very real possibility of someone walking by and hearing everything.

"what's the problem? do you want me to stop? you can tell me to," he growled — and fuck, it drove you wild when he said it like that. heat coiled low in your belly, settling deep in your core, your thighs brushing together in a barely-there motion. so little of him, and yet it was already too much.

"it’s not that," you said. "it’s just that we’re in the hallway." your hand moved to the doorknob, turning it slowly. not daring to look back, you stepped forward, feeling him follow. suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the click of the lock rang out through the room.

you felt his hand on your waist again, pulling you close and turning you around. your arms brushed against luffy’s chest, and you felt one of his hands slowly glide down your body, coming to rest at the side of your neck.

you saw the desire building in him — the same that was blooming in you. it was so intense, so suffocating, it left you breathless with just a few touches.

in an instant, your mouths met. he kissed you fiercely, pulling away for a moment so you could catch your breath. his hand rested possessively on your waist, keeping you where he wanted, as if daring you to move.

all you could do in response was kiss him back, a soft moan escaping your lips as you melted against him. each time you parted, it was only for a brief second before he slipped his tongue in, claiming you completely.

you knew it was partly jealousy driving him — but more than that, luffy was never the type to be gentle in bed. with you, it was raw, instinctive. it made your heart race, but left you wanting more.

he stopped kissing you and, with the hand that had been on your neck, caressed your face. "you’re absurdly beautiful. it’s a shame you like to test my patience."

your eyes opened, locking with his. “i have no idea what you’re talking about, lu,” you said — god knows how much effort it took to string that simple sentence together.

"you don't know, huh? i'll show you then." he grabbed one of your thighs, lifting you up. in response, you lifted both your legs and intertwined them around luffy's hips. your core rubbed against his hardness, and fuck, you felt a heat fill you just as you wanted him to do.

before you knew it, you were on the bed, your blouse now a crumpled heap after luffy had ripped it open, buttons flying. his touch was rough, sending shockwaves straight to your core. you could come just from the way he was looking at you.

your blouse slipped off your shoulders, exposing your bra. he pulled it down next, baring your breasts. with eager hands, luffy cupped them — they were completely at his mercy.

you looked at luffy and saw just how much he wanted you. his eyes were filled with hunger, a hunger that only seemed to grow stronger.

he cupped one of your breasts while his mouth found the other. his tongue teased over the sensitive skin, gently flicking before he nibbled, leaving soft marks you knew your companions would notice later.

he pulled away, taking in the sight of you — disheveled, vulnerable, and entirely his. the way he looked at you made your pulse race. even the lightest brush of his skin against yours left you moaning, a mix of pleasure and shyness. but he didn’t care; he reveled in seeing you like this, desperate for him.

his fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt. the sensation made your breath hitch — you were so wet, your panties clinging to you, betraying just how badly you wanted him.

"lu, stop teasing me," you panted, your gaze locking with his. luffy’s eyes darkened — dark with desire, with mischief. you knew, deep down, he was going to push you to the edge.

"tease you how? like how you danced with sanji all night? that kind of teasing?" he asked, his voice thick with lust and amusement.

he then moved your panties aside, making you gasp at the sudden touch. his fingers slid through your folds, slicker than he expected, before finding your clit, already aching from the filthy kisses he'd planted on you earlier.

"so ready for me. would he make you feel this way? make you this wet?" he growled, his voice thick with desire.

you shifted your hips, desperate for more, already feeling the bite of soreness from the quick, shallow contact. you needed him to fuck you, to fill the aching emptiness inside you. but the edge in his voice and the fury simmering just beneath the surface told you it wouldn’t be that easy. maybe if you pushed the right buttons, he’d give in... but it was a gamble. and you were a mess, unable to stop yourself from needing him in the most primal way.

without warning, he pulled his fingers away, and before you could even protest, a soft slap echoed in the room. luffy had slapped your pussy — gentle, but enough to make your back arch and a moan slip from your lips.

"i asked you a question," he said, his voice demanding. "why aren’t you answering me?"

"no, he can't. no one can," you gasped out — and from the way his eyes darkened, it was clear that pleased him. this time, he moved closer, slipping a finger inside you. the sudden intrusion was raw, and it made you moan, his name tumbling from your lips.

"luffy, please..."

"please, what? use your words, kitten. i know you can," he said, his fingers moving faster against your core.

"i just want to come," you breathed. the alcohol and desire threw all your pride out the window. "please, let me."

he shifted beneath you, making you painfully aware of his size. you watched his muscles tense and twitch as he fingered you — the effort barely noticeable for him.

that man — for all his jokes and idiotic behavior — had an unreal ability to get you wet like venice in no time.

he kissed you — slow, needy, nibbling at your mouth. he only stopped to strip off the rest of your clothes, ripping away your skirt and lingerie until you were completely bare. with his body hovering over yours, luffy traced a path of kisses down your chest, across your breasts, and straight to your pussy. you were dripping wet — all because of him, and just for him.

he didn’t waste a second — he pulled you to the edge of the bed and smiled as he sank into you. his tongue followed the wet trail he’d left between your legs, making your back arch as his name spilled from your lips. your fingers tangled in his black hair, holding on while he gripped your hips and fucked you with his mouth — relentless.

his tongue danced through every fold until it finally found your clit. you gasped, your body tightening as he claimed that sweet spot. and then, just as you were about to explode, he slid two fingers inside, fucking you into your first orgasm.

it didn’t take long. the wine had already gone to your head back when you were still on the deck with your friends, but the pleasure luffy gave you? it was stronger than any drug or drink — a hit straight to your nervous system.

you started grinding against his face, surprised that even though he was pissed, he was giving you so much freedom to just feel.

your orgasm hit hard, making you tremble. your legs jerked in brief spasms as luffy removed his fingers, licking up every inch of you, making you even more sensitive.

“fuck...” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and reverent. “you taste so sweet… like something made just for me.”

as your breath steadied, you looked up — and there he was, undressing before you. each muscle, each scar, every inch of him was a masterpiece of desire. in that moment, he was entirely yours — a vision of raw, unfiltered perfection.

luffy moved on top of you, cradling your face as he kissed you eagerly, letting you taste a hint of yourself. nestled between your legs, the slick head of his cock brushed against your still-sensitive core, amplifying the aftershocks of your climax.

he rubbed himself against your cunt a few times, making you moan. you moved your hips in search of more friction, but luffy held you back.

"for someone who just came, you're pretty eager, don’t you think? we’ve barely started," he said, voice dripping with amusement.

"oh my— luffy, please... please, just fuck me," you begged, your voice wrecked with need.

he entered you without warning, a desperate moan slipping from both your lips. you were so wet and needy that it wasn’t painful — just perfect. still, he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to his thick length before starting to move.

"you feel so good," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave as he slid deeper inside.

he started pounding into you, his hips slamming against yours with ruthless precision. the stretch, the pressure — it sent a jolt straight to your core, making your back arch in pure, raw pleasure. he fucked you hard, one hand gripping your thigh, the other anchoring your hip.

your hands found luffy’s back, skimming over the mess of tense muscles — but he quickly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.

"hmm, pretty... don’t squeeze me like that. you’ll make me cum," he growled, his breath hot against your skin.

"come right on me," you gasped. you thought you had won — that you'd melted away his jealousy and frustration — but luffy wasn’t one to give up that easily.

he pulled out, and before you could even whine in protest, he flipped you over like it was nothing, leaving you on all fours. he slid back inside with a deep, satisfying thrust and slapped your ass, making you dizzy with bliss.

in this position, one of his hands gripped your hip with bruising force, grounding you, while the other slid down between your thighs. his fingers found your clit — slow, purposeful circles that made your spine curve and your mouth fall open.

a shockwave surged through your entire body. your arms gave out, and you collapsed into the bed, moaning like you had no shame left.

you heard his low, smug laughter behind you — dark and teasing. yeah. forget it. he’d won, and he knew it.

the way he touched you, the rhythm of his thrusts — it was too much. the pressure on your clit, the way his cock hit your deepest, most sensitive spot — it sent you spiraling. your second orgasm tore through you before you could even prepare for it.

he knew exactly how to break you down. and god, he was good at it.

and then, suddenly, he pulled out of you, leaving you completely empty. you heard the rustling of sheets and the creak of the bed as luffy settled on his side. his cock, still hard, glistened with your creamy arousal — and his eyes were hungry as they locked onto you.

you adjusted yourself, sitting up, your brain still reeling from the orgasm you'd just had. the inside of your thighs trembled, breath shallow and uneven, as you slowly returned to reality.

he looked at you, taking in the mess you were, leaving you intoxicated. luffy then moved his hand to his cock, giving it a few strokes, his head tilting back. he had a lot of self-control when it came to cumming, especially if he wanted to fuck you senseless.

he was nothing short of a fucking sex god, sent to drive you crazy.

"sit on me," you heard him say. without hesitation, you crawled on all fours toward him, sliding one hand over his shoulder and bringing your thighs to rest on either side of him.

you slid down and started moving, your body acting before your mind could catch up. luffy placed his hands on your waist but made no attempt to guide you. he let you ride him, desperate to come, while he watched you with a satisfied smile as your breasts swayed above him. you knew how much he loved seeing you grind on his cock — and you gave him the whole view.

you started riding him eagerly, switching between grinding and dropping down, which made luffy roll his eyes in pleasure. with every motion of your hips, you squeezed his cock deliberately — making sure he felt every second of it.

after a few moments, you could tell how close he was — his moans rough, his cock throbbing inside you.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum like this. you take my cock so well...” he growled, lifting his gaze to meet yours. “i want to come inside you. fill you up. and tomorrow, i want everyone to see the mess i made — mine, and no one else’s.”

you could only smile at the statement, which was also a request. of course, he wouldn’t do it if you didn’t allow it, but as your pussy clenched around him after his words, he knew he could.

“yes, please,” you gasped, rocking your hips. the pressure of your clit rubbing against his pelvis sent delicious shivers down your spine.

then you felt him grip your waist as he spilled into you, his cock throbbing while he filled you completely. luffy whimpered beneath you, eyes shut, brows drawn in ecstatic frenzy. he was beautiful — absolutely beautiful.

even after he came, he stayed hard, which kept you riding him in search of your final orgasm. luffy caught his breath and began thrusting up into you again, making you feel every inch still pulsing inside. the sensation — thick, deep, relentless — mixed with the friction on your clit, sending another surge through you. you came hard, squirting around his cock, your body trembling as he held you in place.

you heard his sweet, satisfied laugh as one of your hands reached back for support. you collapsed onto his chest, moaning softly and seeing stars.

"are you okay, pretty?" he finally said. you raised your eyes and saw luffy's, now without any more lust, just the kindness he always carried.

"yeah, i'm fine," you said, breathing heavily and pulling away from him.

luffy watched as you lay down beside him, turning onto your side. he grabbed a towel and gently cleaned you up, tossing it somewhere across the room without a care.

you smiled as he lay down with you, his fingers gliding over your skin with slow devotion, but his eyes grew a little distant, so you gently pulled his hand to your chest, and he looked at you.

"something wrong?" you said, breaking the silence.

he looked at you, thoughtful — which was unusual for your luffy, who always said whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, especially to you.

"i'm afraid of losing you," he replied, his voice now softer.

"to who? our cook? i think he loves you more than i do," you joked, but he still seemed distant.

"lu," you said again, your voice now more serious. "you’ll never lose me to anyone, ever. your friends might love me, sure, but not like you. and honestly, no man in this world could ever make me feel the way you do. not in a million years."

the sudden declaration made him smile.

he pulled you close, and you snuggled into his chest. both of you were sleepy, warm in each other's arms. you could’ve easily fallen asleep like that — but you were sweaty and in need of a shower.

"come on, let's take a shower," you said softly, watching as his smile melted into another pout.

"ugh, nooooo!" he whined, his voice muffled against your skin.

"if you don't go, i won't come near you again until you take a shower," you said.

he immediately pulled away from your arms and marched toward the bathroom.

you smiled and followed him. in the end, this was just right.

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CONTENT WARNINGS:

please be mindful of your triggers and anything that makes you uncomfortable. i'll include trigger warnings in my warnings column and tag them properly — that's my part, and it's what i can do to help keep you safe. from there, it's important to remember that your triggers are your responsibility, not mine. know your boundaries, know yourself, and be aware of what affects you. i won't stop posting content i enjoy just because you don't like it or it goes against your morals.

if i ever forget to tag something, please tell me as soon as you can. i’d never leave out a trigger warning on purpose, i really want to make sure you all feel safe here. and if you think there’s a tag i should add to this list, just let me know anytime.

something else i'd like to point out is that i'm still learning about this theme in general, so i may be quite a layman. feel free to reach out if there's anything you'd like to point out (and please include any tags i should be using), so things can be safer for everyone — especially for you.

general dark themes:

drug use (tw: drugs)

blood (tw: blood)

intoxication (tw: intoxication)

violence (tw: violence)

suicide**, suicidal thoughts** (tw: suicide)

dub con* (tw: dub con)

non con/rape* (tw: non con, tw: rape)

dark relational themes:

abuse (sexual*, emotional, physical) (tw: abuse)

pseudo incest*, stepcest* (tw: incest)

kinks:

somnophilia (tw: somnophilia)

ddlg** (tw: ddlg)

voyeurism (tw: voyeurism)

breeding kink (tw: breeding)

dumbification (tw: dumbification)

corruption (tw: corruption)

dacryphilia (tw: dacryphilia)

play:

impact play (tw: impact play)

pet play* (tw: pet play)

knife play** (tw: knife play)

gun play** (tw: gun play)

food play (tw: food play)

taboo concepts:

anal (tw: anal)

mommy kink**, daddy kink** (tw: mommy kink, tw: daddy kink)

* = content that i will not, under any circumstances, write. it is tagged here because, like the others marked below, it may be mentioned by other users or in other types of posts on this profile.

** = content that i may write in the future, but that i won't do at the moment. it is here on this because it may appear with asks or other types of posts