gojosk

[gojosk]

did you forget about us

maybe…?

[gojosk]

scrolling through your luffy smut with one hand and blurry vision

💦💦💦

this made me giggle😭

[gojosk]

Are you writing anything right now Kaee?

i got so many requests so i’m sorting through them rn! it may take me a while to get to some but i’ve gotten more requests on doing a part two for this fic so i might go ahead and do that! I should have something released before the week ends if yall want!

[gojosk]

Hi Kae! I didn’t realize you were a One Piece fan, that’s so cool!

I don’t know if you’re comfortable doing this, but could you do something a bit like smutty with Luffy? If not that’s totally okay! Thank you so much, and I really liked your one shot! 💗

“Mine.”

︎Luffy x f!reader♡︎

⋆˙⟡He didn’t know how much he wanted until he touched you. Now he’s not sure how to stop.⋆˙⟡

warnings: NSFW, sexual themes, Semi-public setting (library), flngering

a/n: this one is a bit long, and i rarely write for nsfw so lowkey it might be bad but i hope i did this right ╥﹏╥

The ship rocked gently beneath them, moonlight washing over the Thousand Sunny in pale silver. The ocean hissed and whispered, almost shy compared to the silence between them. Luffy stood near the railing, arms resting loosely, eyes turned to the stars as if they might answer a question he wasn’t ready to ask.

You came up beside him, close enough that your shoulder brushed his. He didn’t move away.

“You’re quiet tonight…” you murmured, watching the way his jaw clenched slightly—unusual for someone so carefree.

“Just thinking,” he said. His voice was low. Rough.

“’Bout things I don’t get.”

“Like what?”

He turned to you slowly, and there was something different in his gaze. Something grounded. Focused. Not the boyish sparkle he always carried, but something heavier. Hungrier.

“Like this,” he said simply.

And then his hand was on your waist, tugging you just a fraction closer—not enough to be bold, but enough that your breath caught. His hat shaded his eyes, but you could still feel them on you—burning. Curious. Wanting.

“Luffy…” you whispered, not sure if it was a warning or an invitation.

His fingers flexed, tightening slightly. “Don’t gotta do anything. I just…” He faltered, then looked down, lips twitching into a softer smile. “You make me feel weird. Good weird. My heart beats funny when you laugh.”

The air between you was hot and slow like midsummer.

You leaned in—just enough that your foreheads touched, just enough to feel the heat off his skin.

“It’s not weird,” you whispered. “It’s normal.”

He chuckled, but it was low, like he was holding something back. “So it’s normal to want to kiss you this bad it hurts?”

You swallowed. “Maybe.”

A beat passed. Then he whispered:

“Wanna find out?”

You stared at him, breathless, heart stuttering. “…Sure.”

Luffy pulled back just slightly, just enough to look at you for a second—like he wanted to remember exactly what you looked like in this moment—before leaning in and kissing you.

It was soft at first. Gentle. Like he was testing the waters. But then you felt his grip shift—his hands growing bolder, sliding up your back, curving along your waist, fingertips trailing heat. You shivered. He smiled into the kiss, sensing it, his lips brushing yours like he was learning the shape of you one slow inch at a time.

When he pulled away, just barely, his voice was hoarse. “Let’s go somewhere… I don’t wanna stop touching you yet.”

You blinked up at him, stunned, heart hammering. “O-Okay.”

In one smooth motion, he scooped you into his arms like it was second nature—effortless, but protective. You gasped, clutching his shoulders, but he just grinned. That cocky, boyish grin that still didn’t match the heat simmering between you.

“You always act so cool,” he murmured against your cheek. “But you’re all warm like this…”

He didn’t head toward the women’s quarters. Instead, he took a quiet turn down one of the Sunny’s hallways—familiar, unhurried—before nudging open the doors of the library.

The lamplight flickered from a sconce on the wall, casting golden shadows across the wooden shelves and worn armchairs. The scent of paper, sea salt, and something distinctly Luffy—sun-warmed cotton and citrus—wrapped around you like a haze.

The room was empty. Safe. Quiet.

He set you down carefully between two shelves where the moonlight spilled through a small round window. Before your feet had fully settled, his hands were back on you—palms at your waist, then trailing up your back, as if he couldn’t stand the space between you for even a second.

“You sure?” he asked, voice low. Serious. Not nervous, not anymore.

You looked up at him—eyes wide, heart racing—and nodded.

That was all he needed.

His mouth met yours again, deeper this time. Hungrier. His hat tilted with the motion, nearly falling, and you had to reach up and steady it with a breathless laugh. He smiled at that—mischievous, soft—but didn’t stop.

One of his hands slid down, gripping your thigh, gently pulling you back until your spine brushed the books behind you. Leather and parchment pressed into your back, while Luffy pressed into your front—warm and solid and wanting.

“Hope nobody’s looking for a book tonight,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear.

You shivered.

Your hands found his hair, tugging gently. He groaned—a low, helpless sound—and pressed harder into you, pinning you fully against the shelves. His mouth was still on yours, hot and exploratory, and his hands dipped beneath your shirt like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

You didn’t stop him.

His fingers trailed over your skin with this clumsy kind of reverence, like he was figuring it out as he went, learning you by touch alone. When he pulled back just a little, breath hot, he said, “Didn’t know it could feel like this… Didn’t think I’d want someone like this.”

“Luffy…”

His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. You could see it written all over his face—how badly he wanted this. Wanted you.

“I don’t wanna mess this up,” he murmured. “Don’t wanna scare you.”

“You’re not,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “I want this too.”

He exhaled—shaky, like he’d been holding back something deep inside—and then leaned in again, slower, dragging his hands up your back, thumbs brushing under your ribs.

“Then let me show you,” he said softly. “What it’s like when I really can’t hold back.”

And he didn’t.

His lips crashed into yours again—open-mouthed, breathless. One hand dropped to your waistband, the other tugging your shirt up until it slid over your head. He hesitated, eyes roaming your newly exposed skin like he couldn’t believe it.

Then he groaned—quiet but wrecked—and cupped your breasts with both hands, thumbing your nipples, watching your reactions like they were everything.

“L-Luffy…” you breathed, squirming under his touch.

He liked how they squished, clearly—playing a little too long, making you let out small protests he didn’t listen to. When he finally pulled back to tug down your shorts, his gaze darkened at the sight of your panties.

“Fuck…” he whispered, more to himself than to you.

You lifted your head to meet his eyes. He wasn’t moving. Waiting. Making sure.

You nodded, breathless. “Continue.”

You barely finished the word before he pushed a finger inside you, making you gasp, legs trembling. His eyes locked on the way you reacted, the way your body gripped him, and he added another finger—curling them just right, just enough to make you moan.

“You’re so wet already…” he murmured, marveling.

He worked you open fast, impatient in the way only Luffy could be, and when he finally pushed down his shorts, your eyes widened.

“Shit,” you muttered, not expecting him to be that long.

He circled your clit with his thumb, teasing you, and then—without warning—pushed in just the tip.

“Mm..! No warning..?” you breathed, half-annoyed, half-dazed.

Luffy looked down at you with a flushed, dazed grin. “Oops… You feel too good…”

He leaned over you, pressing his chest to yours, burying his face in your neck as he slowly pushed in deeper. Your breath caught, back arching. You needed a minute to adjust—he was big—but once the sting faded and you relaxed, he thrust all the way in.

Your head fell back.

He groaned, grip tightening on your hips. “Fuck… tight…”

He started moving, picking up pace fast. His thrusts were rough but rhythmically perfect, hitting deep and fast, dragging ragged moans from both your mouths.

“Luffy..! S-Slow down a bit…!” you gasped, but you knew he wouldn’t. He never listened in moments like this.

And you didn’t really want him to.

He moved faster, hands gripping your thighs now to keep you in place, fucking you like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Your moans spilled out, loud, unfiltered.

“Fuck, fuck—gh..!” was all he could say, barely coherent.

Your orgasm slammed into you, hard. You clamped your hand over your mouth as you cried out, legs shaking.

Luffy didn’t stop. His thrusts stuttered as he bit into your shoulder—hard enough to mark—as he spilled inside you with a strained groan.

“God…” he breathed, slumping over you.

You blinked up at him, dazed, heart hammering. Luffy looked wrecked—hair a mess, hat hanging by the strap, his eyes soft and awed.

“You okay?” you asked, voice raspy.

He nodded, way too fast. “Y-Yeah. Just… wow.”

Then, quieter: “Are you okay?”

You brushed his bangs back. “Better than okay.”

His crooked grin returned, bashful and boyish. He dropped his head against your shoulder again, groaning like he couldn’t quite process it all.

“I can’t believe that just happened…”

You laughed softly. “I can. You carried me in here like a romance novel.”

“Shut up…” he grumbled, pouting—but he didn’t move far. He leaned in close, nose brushing yours, voice low like a secret.

“…I really, really like you.”

Your heart clenched.

“I really like you too.”

He lit up, that classic grin back, and flopped beside you, dragging you into his arms with lazy affection. His face buried in your neck, skin warm against yours, breath evening out.

For a while, you just lay there, tangled in each other, the ship gently swaying.

Then, sleepily:

“…This means we’re still friends, right? But also, like… something else?”

You smiled, kissed his forehead. “Yeah. Both.”

“…Good,” he murmured. “’Cause I don’t wanna stop… y’know… liking you like this…”

You held him closer.

“Me either.”

And the library stayed quiet, wrapped in the softest kind of peace—the kind that only came after letting yourself fall.

[gojosk]

i'm too shy to leave a comment but i don't want to be a ghost reader so can I just say your luffy fic was excellent😖❤️

I'm curious to see how it could continue but also I loved how you ended it so just do whatever feels natural to you <3

awwww you’re so sweet!! you going out of your way and telling me this really gives me more motivation <3 I’m actually on vacation rn, but it should only be for like another day and then I can continue it and or do more asks people have given me :)

[gojosk]

Hiii, I'd like to request a luffy x f! reader plsss. Something along the lines of reader growing up with ASL. Luffy has a crush on reader but reader likes Ace :P It follows Luffy crushing on reader throughout the years, until reader eventually leaves with Ace to join his pirate crew? Reader is Ace's age too. Angst is welcomed since I feed on it :) please and thank you if you do this <3

“Almost.”

☁︎Luffy x f!reader☁︎

⋆˙⟡Summary: Luffy has been crushing on you for years, unfortunately, your heart belongs to Ace.⋆˙⟡

a/n: i rlly liked this! l hope i did it right :) lmk if you want to continue or anything ♡︎ also mid writing this i realized i didn’t even mention Sabo..oops

Luffy had always been a little behind the rest of them. He was the youngest, the loudest, the one who trailed behind in the woods while Ace and Y/N always took the lead. 

She was Ace’s age, smarter, sharper, someone who could hold her own in a fight or an argument—and when she laughed, Luffy always turned to look. It started when they were kids, barely old enough to tell right from wrong. Luffy didn’t know what a crush was then. He just knew he liked being near her, liked when she ruffled his hair or pulled him out of trouble before Dadan could yell. 

But more than anything, he noticed how she looked at Ace — with this quiet trust, like she saw something in him no one else did. Luffy didn’t understand it back then. All he knew was that whenever she smiled at Ace, his chest felt tight in a way he couldn’t name.

As the years passed, the feeling never left. It grew alongside him, stubborn and wild like everything else he was. He tried not to let it show. He joked around, he picked fights with Ace, he pretended he didn’t see the way Ace and Y/N shared long glances and quiet talks by the riverbank. But when she laughed at Ace’s dumb stories or bandaged his bruises with gentle hands, Luffy would turn away, fists clenched and jaw tight. It wasn’t fair. He trained harder. He talked big about being the Pirate King. But some part of him—the small, scared part—still hoped that maybe, one day, she’d look at him the way she looked at Ace.

She never did.

The day Ace left the mountain, she was at his side. She didn’t even hesitate. “I’m going with him..” she told Luffy with that soft kind of finality, the kind that didn’t leave room for protest. “He needs me. And I want to see the world too.” She smiled at him then, not cruelly—never cruelly—but with something gentle and sad in her eyes. “You’ll be next, right? Promise me you’ll get stronger. Promise you’ll keep going.”

He nodded, but the words he really wanted to say got stuck in his throat. Don’t go. Stay with me. I like you. He couldn’t say it. Not when she looked so sure. Not when Ace was waiting for her just down the dock. She hugged him before she left, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders like she already knew he wouldn’t say goodbye properly. “I’ll see you out there someday.” she whispered. Her touch felt so nice, would he ever feel it again?

He watched the ship disappear through the fog, heart heavy with things he never said. That night, no one saw him cry—not Dadan, not the bandits, not even the wind. But he kept the bracelet she left him clutched in his hand, and the next morning, he got up and trained like hell.

Because if he couldn’t have her, then he’d have the sea. He’d have the whole damn world.

[gojosk]

“Five more minutes..”

♡︎Luffy x Reader♡︎

⋆˙⟡Summary: You try to get up. Luffy won’t let you. Just five more minutes he says..⋆˙⟡

pure fluff!

somewhere out on the sea, sometime before noon..not that it matters..

You woke up to the sound of the ocean breathing.

Not crashing, not roaring, just breathing. Slow, steady, soft. Like it knew it didn’t have anywhere else to be.

A warm weight was wrapped around your middle, anchoring you more firmly than any ship ever could. You blinked slowly, the morning light filtering in through the tiny round window of the room. Luffy’s arm tightened when you shifted.

You sighed.

His forehead was pressed to the back of your neck, hair tickling your skin with every sleepy breath he exhaled. His chest rose and fell against your back in a rhythm that begged you not to move.

But nature, unfortunately, was calling.

“…Luffy,” you whispered, careful not to startle him.

A groggy hum answered you. He didn’t lift his head. Instead, he buried it deeper into your shoulder, the arm around you clinging tighter like his body had a mind of its own. You tried to wriggle free.

“Nooooo,” he muttered, voice thick with sleep. “You’re warm.”

“I have to get up,” you said gently, twisting slightly.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Just five more minutes,” he slurred. “Or ten. Or… forever.”

You chuckled, your heart blooming a little at how sincere he sounded in his half-conscious state. You turned to face him, and his grip loosened just enough to allow it. His eyes were still shut, lips parted in a tiny pout. He looked peaceful.

“I didn’t know you were this clingy in the morning,” you murmured, brushing a few wild strands of black hair from his forehead.

“I’m not clingy,” he mumbled. “You’re just… comfier than a pillow.”

“High praise,” you said dryly.

Luffy’s eyes opened just a sliver. Sleep clung to his lashes, but his gaze found yours with perfect ease. “Stay. Please?”

You stilled. He almost never used that word. It landed in your chest like a pebble dropped into still water.

“…Okay,” you whispered, your voice soft enough that it wouldn’t dare wake the rest of the world.

His grin was barely there—lazy, pleased. He tugged you closer, arms wrapping around you again as if you were treasure and he’d just rediscovered you.

You rested your head against his shoulder, letting the warmth of his skin and the slow sway of the ship lull you back down.

[gojosk]

ONE PIECE MASTERLIST

✰LUFFY

“Five more minutes…” — A soft morning with Luffy

“Almost.” — One-sided love

(WIP)

[gojosk]

SHANKS IS GETTING A BATH SCENE YALL GONNA HAVE TO HOLD ME DOWN

[gojosk]

fatphobia in a fucking jjk smau is crazy ur weird as hell

WHAT it wasn’t like that i swear 😭 My friends and I say stuff like that all the time to each other and i guess i just thought most people would understand it’s a joke sorry!

[gojosk]

HEY BABYYYY i love ur smau’s for jjk and have an idea!!!

currently going through the worst break out of my life, like makeuo doesn’t look good rn bc it’s highlighting the texture bad💔💔 so maybe reader doesn’t want to go to a party or a date or they don’t feel like they look good because of a bad break out, or maybe they walk in on reader while they’re taking off their makeup and see they break out?? (period, stress induced or whatever)

TYYYY

Raincheck?

| You broke out, and don’t feel like doing much

Includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, and Choso

gonna start posting more trust and i’m sure you look rlly good!! everyone has off days

[gojosk]

OMG I LOVED YOUR RECENT SMAU AHHH 🥰🥰

do you think you could do the jjk guys reactions to you being pregnat that would be so cuteness!! 😝😝😝

Secrets?

| Their reaction to you being pregnant

Includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, and Choso

It’s so late i’m sorry but i finally posted😭

[gojosk]

UHMMM HELLO? DID YOU ABANDON US??? 💔💔

ILL MAKE ONE RIGHT NOW I SWEAR

[gojosk]

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA POST AGAIN🥀

my semester finally ended so i’ll post more soon 😭

[gojosk]

The look of love

\\Synopsis— It’s slowly getting harder and harder for Megumi to get you out of his head..

\\ This is my first fic so sorry if it’s kinda bad

No matter what, Megumi just couldn’t get you out of his head.

All he knows is he’s scared annoyed. Why did you always seem to bother him? Even if you aren’t near him, you’re still bothering him.

He could feel his face heat up slightly when you move near him, and it’s hell when Itadori or Kugisaki notices. Sometimes he wishes you weren’t so oblivious.

Like one day, you were sitting in the courtyard with Itadori, laughing about something stupid—something that wasn’t even funny—but your smile made it unbearable.

He can remember Itadori’s words. “Just tell her; the worst she can say is no!”

He wishes it was that easy.

He knew it wasn’t your fault. You weren’t doing anything wrong. You were just being kind, like always. Laughing too loud. Sitting too close. Looking at him like you didn’t see the way his whole body locked up when you smiled.

And Megumi hated it.

Hated that he noticed everything. That he cared.

He hated that when you said his name, just casually in conversation, it echoed in his head like a curse.

He hated how he wanted to hear it again.

You noticed how he’d ignore you. Always did. You never understood why though. Did you do something?

Until one day, your curiosity peaked, you just had to ask him..

“Fushiguro.” You spoke.

Megumi froze.

He knew that voice like a reflex. He didn’t even need to turn around—you always said his name the same way. Steady. Like you weren’t afraid of him, even when he wanted you to be.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” You sighed out, staring right at him, waiting for him to look at you.

He blinked, then turned to face you slowly, careful to keep his expression blank.

“No, I haven’t.”

“You absolutely have.”

You stepped closer. Not accusing. Just… curious. And Megumi hated how that was worse.

“You used to at least pretend to listen when I talked. Now you just look like you’re bracing for impact every time I say hi.”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Megumi.”

That was the problem. You never said his name like everyone else did. No sarcasm, no weight. Just… gently.

And it made his chest feel like it was about to fold in on itself.

“I’m not mad,” you said, tilting your head. “I just want to know if I did something wrong.”

That—that made him flinch.

“You didn’t,” he said, his voice low, almost annoyed. “You’re not the problem.”

You gave a tiny smile at that, like you’d heard more than he meant to say.

“So what is?” you asked with a slight tilt of your head, like you’re trying to figure him out.

He looked away. Shadows stirred faintly under his feet. “I don’t know.”

“Liar.” You scoffed, but left it at that. And just like that, you left him again—walking away with that damn smile, the one that kept showing up in his dreams.

Megumi ran a hand through his hair and stared at the spot you’d just been.

You weren’t the problem.

You never were.

He just didn’t know how to look at you without giving himself away.

[gojosk]

What’s the problem??

| You get braces and you’re a bit insecure!

Includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Choso, Ino, Yuji, and Megumi + Inumaki!

i really liked this one! i might do Inumaki more too

[gojosk]

Could you do a smau where Y/N just asks “If i disappear/vanish, would you notice?” :D

If i vanished, would you notice?

| You ask them the title!

TW: sliiighttt angst but not really? nothing much

Includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Choso, Ino, Yuji, and Megumi

here you go! hope you like it💕