lustful-lore

[lustful-lore]

Tides of Pleasure

(a one piece smutty fan-fiction)

Sanji x Nami x Robin | NSFW 18+

The ship rocked gently under the stars, and the glow of lantern light flickered over the wood-paneled walls. Nami stretched out on the bed in a silk robe barely tied, sipping a bit of rum while her eyes tracked Sanji pacing the floor.

He was shirtless—just wearing his slacks, rolled low on his hips—and he looked like he was trying not to explode, while puffing heavily on his cigarette.

“I said sit, not pace,” Nami murmured, swirling her glass lazily.

Robin, already leaning against the desk in her deep purple nightdress, smirked. “Poor thing. He’s been holding back all day.”

Sanji finally exhaled, stepping closer. “Are you two really gonna keep teasing me like this?”

Nami set her glass down. “Oh, relax, we haven’t even started.”

She stood, slipping her robe off her shoulders slowly, letting it fall to the floor. Her bare skin caught the low amber light—taut, freckled, glowing with heat. Robin pushed off the desk and joined her, hands roaming over Nami’s hips as she kissed her neck slowly, deliberately.

Sanji’s jaw clenched. “Fuck.”

Nami turned toward him, eyes half-lidded. “Come on, lover boy. You may be a great chef, but could you show us if your mouth can do great things too?”

He was on his knees before she finished speaking—palms sliding up her thighs, face nuzzling between them. Nami gasped and tangled her fingers in his blond hair.

He moaned into her, licking deep and slow, his tongue working tight circles around her clit. She rolled her hips into his face, tugging his head closer, greedy for more.

“Don’t forget me,” Robin said behind her, voice like honey as she dropped to her knees too—pressing herself against Nami’s back, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples while she kissed behind her ear.

Between Sanji’s tongue and Robin’s skilled fingers, Nami’s body trembled, her legs starting to give.

“That’s it,” Robin murmured, licking her neck. “Let go.”

She came with a soft cry, hips jerking forward against Sanji’s face while Robin held her still, whispering praises in her ear.

But they were far from done.

Nami pushed Sanji back on the bed and climbed on top of him, grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly. It twitched in her hand, hard and dripping. “You’ve been so patient,” she said, lowering herself until he was buried inside her with a long moan.

Robin climbed beside them, her nightdress slipping off one shoulder. “You’re gonna share, right?”

“Of course,” Nami panted, riding Sanji slow and deep. “Just warming him up.”

Sanji reached out and pulled Robin in for a kiss, groaning into her mouth as Nami bounced on his cock, her pace picking up. Robin straddled his face, and he welcomed her eagerly—tongue flicking, licking, sucking, like a man starved.

Nami leaned forward and kissed Robin hungrily as they both used him, their moans blending into the thick heat of the room.

The rhythm grew frantic—Nami grinding down harder, Sanji devouring Robin’s soaked pussy like he’d die without it.

When the three of them finally came—Nami clenching around him, Robin trembling above his face, Sanji groaning deep into her while spilling inside Nami—it was like the whole cabin shifted with the intensity.

They collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap—skin on skin, lips on lips, breath hot and heavy in the quiet night.

“Next time,” Robin whispered with a sly smile, “we take turns tying him up.”

Nami laughed, still breathless. “He’d love that.”

Sanji just groaned, eyes fluttering closed. “Please… yes.”

[lustful-lore]

Tangled Strings

(a one piece smutty fan-fiction)

Doflamingo x Servant Girl | NSFW 18+

She didn’t mean to stay so long.

The laundry room had gone quiet hours ago. The rest of the palace was dim with night, shadows stretching across polished marble and velvet curtains. She should’ve finished her chores and scurried back to the servant quarters.

But — she’d lingered. Watching him.

Doflamingo lounged in the grand hall with his shirt half open, golden glasses glinting in the moonlight. She’d seen him before, of course, but never like this. Unguarded, but dangerous…even in stillness.

She knew better. But her body moved before her common sense returned. One quiet step, then another.

The air shifted.

Her breath caught.

And then —

“Parasite.”

Invisible strings snapped into place, and her limbs jerked upright like a puppet. The tray in her hands clattered to the floor.

“Oh?” His voice coiled around her like smoke. “You’ve been watching me for quite a while, little mouse.”

Her mouth opened. Nothing came out.

He rose, tall and broad and utterly in control. Each step toward her made the strings on her body pull tighter, forcing her spine straight, arms stiff. Heart hammering, she tried to look away, but he was already standing in front of her.

Too close.

“Now,” he purred, fingers ghosting under her chin. “Tell me…were you hoping to spy? Or are you just desperately curious what a Warlord does with a trembling little maid after dark?”

Her cheeks burned. She shook her head.

“Tch.” His smile sharpened. “Liar.”

Without warning, the strings yanked, dragging her into his chest. She gasped, hands pressed against his abdomen, trying to push away. He laughed.

“I could snap your limbs in half with a flick of my fingers,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and cruel. “But I think there’s a better use for that body.”

With one sharp gesture, the threads released, only for his hands to replace them. He grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and slammed her back against a pillar with a thud.

“You want to know what it’s like to be under me, girl?” His thigh shoved between hers, spreading them. “You’ve got two choices: run, or stay and be ruined.”

Her breath hitched — but she didn’t run.

That was all the answer he needed.

His mouth claimed hers with no softness, only heat and hunger and dominance. His hands roamed under her uniform, fingers curling around her thighs as he lifted her like she weighed nothing.

“Look at you,” he growled, dragging his cock free and pressing it hard against her soaked folds. “Already so wet, and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Just pathetic.”

She whimpered from the stretch of his head peeking inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

Doflamingo hissed a laugh. “You’re lucky I’m in the mood to use this instead of my strings. But don’t get comfortable.”

And then he was inside her with one brutal thrust that made her cry out, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. He didn’t wait. Didn’t let her adjust. Just took her. Thrust after thrust, using her like a toy.

“You feel that?” he grunted, fucking her harder. “That’s what happens when you tempt a devil.”

Her head dropped back against the pillar, gasping, eyes fluttering shut, overwhelmed and wrecked and clinging to him for dear life.

And still, he kept going.

By the time he spilled inside her with a low growl, her thighs were shaking, her voice hoarse from breathless moans.

He didn’t pull away right away. Just leaned in, lips brushing her neck.

“You belong to me now,” he said softly — terrifyingly gentle. “Understand?”

She nodded. She didn’t know what else to do.

Because somewhere deep down…she wanted to.

[lustful-lore]

The Death God

(a death note smutty fan-fiction)

TW: non-consensual & violent, as intended for the point of the story

Light Yagami x Ryuk x You | NSFW 18+

The classroom was empty except for Light Yagami, perched near the window as golden afternoon light spilled across his desk. He spoke low, his voice almost too soft to hear…unless you were standing just outside the door.

“No, Ryuk,” he muttered, flipping through the pages of the Death Note. “I don’t need your opinions. I just need time. L is closing in, and I need distractions…chaos.”

You weren’t supposed to hear this. Whatever this was, it was serious. Your heart kicked hard in your chest, and as you took a cautious step backward, the floor creaked. Loud. Too loud.

Light’s eyes flicked to the doorway like a blade.

His gaze met yours—sharp, golden-brown, and unreadable. That calm smile spread across his lips like a crack forming in glass.

“You heard that, didn’t you?” he said. “Unfortunate.”

You turned and ran, not caring how loud your shoes smacked the linoleum. But you didn’t get far before everything stopped. The hallway blurred. Your body froze in place like you were caught in amber.

Behind you, Light’s voice cut through the stillness like a scalpel.

“I already wrote it,” he said. “Your name. Your fate. Your death.”

And then the world went black.

—

You came to in a void—no ground, no sky. Just a wet warmth clinging to your skin. You were naked. And you weren’t alone.

The air crackled.

From the darkness, he emerged.

Ragged wings stretched wide, resembling decaying flesh. Yellow eyes glowed with sick delight, teeth jagged like broken tombstones. Ryuk towered over you, with a grin too wide for his face.

“Light’s imagination,” he growled, voice thick with rot and smoke. “So twisted. He wrote your death in detail. Every thrust. Told me not to stop until you broke.”

You tried to scream, but your voice was swallowed by the void.

Ryuk’s clawed hand wrapped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up. The sheer size of him made your body tremble, but not entirely from fear. Something primal stirred beneath the terror, something that writhed in your core.

He didn’t waste time. His cock, inhumanly thick and veined, pressed against your entrance. You were already wet. Light had written everything. Your body knew its role before your mind did.

When Ryuk pushed inside, it was like being split in half. Your body stretched beyond its limits, every nerve alight with pain that licked into pleasure like a blade dipped in honey.

You clawed at him, at the air, at nothing.

He laughed.

“Light said you’d beg by the end,” he rasped. “Said you’d cum so many times you wouldn’t know where you ended and I began.”

He fucked you brutally, cruel and endless. Every thrust pounded your soul deeper into the void, your mind unraveling thread by thread. Each orgasm ripped through you harder than the last.

And still he didn’t stop.

Your body spasmed violently, vision flickering white. Your limbs went numb, lips parted in a silent moan as you were impaled again, and again, and again.

Until the world dimmed, breath failed, and you were nothing but trembling flesh on a god’s cock.

And then—nothing.

[lustful-lore]

The Dragon’s Claim

(a fantasy smut story)

TW: non-consenual bc she’s literally a sacrifice!!!

Dragon Shifter x You (A virgin sacrifice)

You were bound in silk and left at the mouth of the cave, cold stone beneath your knees, the smell of sulfur in the air.

They’d blindfolded you before the priests whispered their prayers and fled down the mountain. Left you kneeling in silence, your heart pounding, waiting for death.

You expected flames. You expected teeth.

What you didn’t expect…was the sound of footsteps.

Heavy. Human.

You flinched as the blindfold was suddenly yanked away, your breath catching as your vision blurred — and then cleared.

And there he stood.

Not a beast, but a man…if you could call him that.

Towering, bare-chested, with black horns curling from his head and golden scales trailing down his arms and sides like tattoos carved into muscle. His eyes burned — molten gold, vertical pupils.

And his cock was already hard, hanging thick and heavy between his thighs.

You scrambled back instinctively. “Y-you’re not—”

“Not what you were expecting?” His voice was low, guttural. It rumbled in your chest like distant thunder. “You thought you’d be eaten.”

His mouth curled into a smirk.

“Well, you will be.”

In one blink, he was on you. His clawed hands grabbed your wrists, flipping you to your back in the dirt. He straddled you, pinning you easily, and leaned in close.

“You offered yourself willingly, didn’t you?” he growled into your ear, tongue flicking against your throat. “The pure little virgin sacrifice. So brave.”

“I-I didn’t—” you gasped.

“I don’t care,” he snapped. “You’re mine now.”

His claws shredded your silks like paper, exposing every inch of you to the cold mountain air.

He groaned, low and feral. “So soft…so perfect. I haven’t fucked a human in centuries. Hope you don’t break.”

His cock pressed against your entrance, already soaked from fear and adrenaline — and he didn’t wait. Didn’t ask.

He shoved in deep with one brutal thrust.

You screamed…part pain, part pleasure, with your back arching as your body stretched to take him. He was too big. Too much.

And he loved it.

“Oh yes,” he hissed, dragging his cock slowly out before slamming it back in. “Scream for me. You belong to a dragon now.”

His hips snapped, fast and hard, slamming into you with such force the cave walls seemed to echo with each thrust. He fucked you like he was trying to imprint himself inside you, with his claws bruising your thighs, and his breath hot against your skin.

You whimpered, clung to him — and it only made him rougher.

“I’ll fill you,” he snarled. “Mark you. Breed you. Burn my name into your womb. No man will ever touch you again.”

Your orgasm hit like lightning — sudden, violent, body convulsing beneath him.

He roared a deep, beastly sound, and came inside you with a possessive growl, his cock twitching as he filled you with hot, thick seed.

But he didn’t stop.

Didn’t pull out.

He leaned down, kissed your neck almost gently, then whispered:

“You thought you’d be sacrificed once.”

His hips rolled again, still hard.

“I’m going to fuck you until the sun rises over the bones of your ancestors.”

[lustful-lore]

Get on your Knees

(a jujutsu kaisen smutty fan-fiction)

Gojo x You | NSFW 18+

He shut the door behind him, the click of the lock making your heart race. Gojo didn’t say a word —just leaned back against the wall, unbuckled his belt, and let his cock spring free.

“You know the rules,” he said, voice low and lazy. “Mouth first. I’ve had a long day.”

You were already on your knees before he finished the sentence.

He groaned the second your lips wrapped around him, one hand tangling in your hair, the other tugging his blindfold up just enough to watch your face as you took him deeper.

“Fuck, look at you…” he breathed. “So eager to worship. I should come home late more often.”

And when he came, hot and thick across your tongue, he didn’t pull out — just held you there while you swallowed every drop.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now bend over the bed.”

[lustful-lore]

Silence and Sake

(a one piece smutty fan-fiction)

Roronoa Zoro x Slutty Bar Girls | NSFW 18+

Zoro sat alone, with his swords stacked against the wall like sleeping beasts. His drink was halfway gone. He hadn’t looked at anyone since walking in—and didn’t plan to. The mission was simple: lay low.

Suddenly, two women slid into the booth across from him, all painted lips and sly grins.

“You look bored,” said the first—Yua, bold, dark-haired, her voice sweet like liquor. “Care if we join?”

Zoro didn’t even glance up.

“Well…” The second—Maeko, softer, more careful—tilted her head, studying him. “Are you always this charming?”

Zoro poured himself another drink, eyes still locked on the table. “I just prefer the silence of my own company.”

“Oh,” Yua said, smirking, “we love the quiet ones.”

She reached for his cup, fingers grazing his. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. Just drank again.

“You here on business?” Maeko asked, voice lower now. “Or just hiding?”

Zoro’s eye twitched. “Neither. Just drinking.”

“Shame,” Yua whispered, leaning in so her breath hit his neck. “Because we were hoping to give you something better to do.”

He finally looked up. Just a glance—sharp, bored, unreadable. Then: “Tch. You’re wasting your time.”

They weren’t.

—

He followed them anyway, somewhere between his third bottle and the urge to stop thinking. Their house was small, warm. Smelled like sweet rice and sin.

He didn’t talk. Just watched as Yua undid her obi with slow fingers, letting it drop down. Maeko moved behind him, touching the bandages on his chest. “You’re tense,” she said.

“Yeah. I like it that way.”

“You’ll like this more.”

They kissed him together—lightly at first. He didn’t kiss back. But when Yua sank to her knees, tugging down the front of his robe, he growled.

“You really don’t give up, huh.”

“We don’t mind being used,” Yua whispered.

And that got a reaction.

—

A short while later, Zoro had Maeko on her back, her legs around his waist, panting beneath him while Yua kissed and bit his neck from behind, whispering filthy encouragement in his ear.

“You don’t even like us,” Maeko gasped, clinging to his back as he drove into her.

“I don’t have to like you,” he muttered, breath ragged, “to fuck you stupid.”

It was uncoordinated, primal, half-punishment. He didn’t pace himself. Didn’t care about anything but the tension snapping inside him and the way their bodies took him like they knew he needed this, even if he’d never admit it.

Zoro’s fingers gripped Maeko’s hips like a handle for his release, pulling her back against every hard thrust while Yua pressed kisses and bites along his jaw, whispering filth right into his ear.

“You like it like this, don’t you?” Yua purred, grinding her soaked folds on his thigh. “Pretending you’re above it, while you fuck us like we begged.”

Zoro growled something incoherent��low and animal—and shoved Maeko down harder, burying himself deep. Her back arched, mouth falling open with a broken cry.

He didn’t slow. Didn’t want to. Every thrust was raw and slick, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

“Zoro—don’t stop—” Maeko’s hands clawed at the sheets, her body already trembling from the first orgasm. He didn’t give her time to recover.

He pulled out, chest rising and falling with heavy, impatient breaths. “Switch.”

Yua grinned like she’d won something. She straddled him without hesitation, her soaked heat sliding down onto him with a moan that made even him flinch. He grunted, hands gripping her ass, pulling her down hard as she rode him fast, reckless, panting against his mouth.

Maeko, still trembling, crawled beside them and licked along Zoro’s neck, her hand sliding between his thighs to stroke the base of his cock each time Yua bounced up. Her fingers teased where they were joined—slick, messy, loud.

Zoro’s head tilted back. “Tch…” His body was on fire now. Sake still in his blood, but this? This was something else. Hotter. Meaner. So good it hurt.

“Don’t come yet,” Maeko whispered, licking up his chest. “Not until we’re both full.”

“Shut up,” Zoro rasped.

But his grip was shaking.

Yua rode him harder now, her thighs trembling, her moans rising into frantic gasps. “Fuck—Zoro—I’m gonna—!”

He didn’t stop her. Just buried himself deep and let her break on top of him, the heat of her release spilling down over him, soaking them both.

Then, fast—too fast—he flipped Maeko onto her back again. “You want it?” he growled, voice barely a whisper. “Take it.”

He slammed into her, rougher this time, sweat dripping from his temple onto her chest as she wrapped her legs around him again. Her second orgasm hit hard and fast, but Zoro didn’t let up.

Yua leaned close, breath still ragged from her own high. “Fill her up, swordsman,” she whispered. “Let her feel it dripping down her thighs.”

That did it.

Zoro’s jaw clenched, his whole body tensed—one last brutal thrust, and he came hard inside Maeko with a ragged groan, pressing so deep into her she gasped with the impact. The heat of it made her shudder, made her whimper, legs still wrapped tight around his waist.

He didn’t pull out right away. Just hovered there, head bowed, breath hot against her neck. Yua curled against his side, lazy fingers tracing the edge of a scar across his stomach.

For a moment, none of them said anything.

Then Maeko laughed—soft, breathless. “So much for laying low.”

Zoro didn’t answer this time. He just exhaled slow, the weight of their bodies tangled with his, and let the silence speak for him.

For once, he wasn’t in a rush to leave.

[lustful-lore]

Forbidden Currents

(a fantasy smut story)

Apprentice x Mentor | NSFW 18+

Elira wasn’t supposed to be there.

Again.

She’d snuck into the restricted wing for the third time that week, poking around spells way too advanced for her. But rules didn’t mean much when the air practically buzzed with forbidden magic, and every part of her body felt lit up just being near it.

Of course, he caught her.

“Elira,” his voice was deep and already pissed. “What did I say about sneaking in here?”

She didn’t even flinch this time. Just turned around slow, her dress swaying, trying to play it cool even though her heart was thudding.

“You said I wasn’t ready,” she said, tilting her head just a little, voice soft. “But how am I supposed to get ready if you never let me try?”

Cael stepped closer, boots echoing on the stone floor. He didn’t look amused. His dark robes moved like smoke around him, and his eyes—sharp, glowing faintly with magic—were locked on her like she was a spell about to go wrong.

“You’re not trying,” he said, stopping a few steps away. “You’re pushing. Ignoring warnings. Acting like you know more than you do.”

“I’m not a kid,” she said, stepping toward him this time. “I can handle more.”

“You think you can handle magic like this?” he growled.

And that was when she smirked—and hit him with it.

A choking spell. Soft, slow, barely tightening around his throat. Just enough to dare him.

His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t move. She could see his jaw flex, his body tense, but he didn’t break her spell. He just stared at her like he was about to snap—and not in the way a teacher should.

She held the magic in place, breath shaky, heart pounding. “I’m stronger than you think,” she whispered. “Maybe you’re just scared to test me.”

That was all it took.

Without touching her, without saying a word, everything in her body jolted.

Invisible hands spread her thighs. Something hot and thick pushed inside her all at once—magic, pulsing and alive. Her eyes flew wide, a moan catching in her throat.

“Oh—fuck—”

He still hadn’t moved. Just watched her, calmly, while his magic did all the work.

“You want to play grown-up, little elf?” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Then take it.”

His power slammed into her again, making her legs shake. She couldn’t even stand—his magic had her floating a few inches off the ground, held in place, wide open, completely filled.

She tried to speak, tried to keep control, but the pleasure was too much—rolling through her in waves, faster with every second. Her magic started to flicker, her chokehold on him slipping.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop—”

“Say what you really want,” Cael said. His eyes were locked on her body like he could see right through her. “Say you want me to fuck you with nothing but my magic. Say you want to be filled up until you can’t think straight.”

She was already there.

“I want it,” she moaned. “I want you to use me. Fill me up. Breed me with your magic—just don’t stop.”

That was it.

His magic slammed into her deeper, thicker, fucking her hard from the inside like he was right there, like his hands were all over her even though he hadn’t touched her once. Her body was writhing, hips rocking in midair, toes curling as phantom hands squeezed her breasts, her neck, her thighs.

It was filthy. And she loved every second of it.

She came first—loud, desperate, shaking so hard her spell finally snapped.

And when she collapsed into his arms, dazed and wet and still throbbing, that’s when he finally let himself go.

He pulled her close, magic still buzzing through his body, and groaned low into her ear as his magic pulsed inside her—hot, deep, spilling into her like he was claiming her from the inside out.

They stayed tangled like that, both of them breathing hard, her body still clenching around nothing but the memory of what he’d just done to her.

And when she looked up at him, dazed but grinning, he just raised an eyebrow.

“You think you’re ready now?” he asked.

She bit her lip. “Maybe not. But I’ll be back tomorrow.”

[lustful-lore]

From Ramen to Raw

(a naruto smutty fan-fiction)

Naruto x You (Roommates)

You were just headed to the kitchen in your towel, hair still dripping from the shower, when you heard weird noises coming from Naruto’s room.

At first, you figured he was just talking to himself. Again.

But then you heard your name.

“…Mmh…yeah…just like that, baby…”

You stopped mid-step.

Wait…what?

You peeked into the cracked-open door — and nearly choked on your own tongue.

Naruto was lying on the bed, fully spread out, hair wild, face flushed, shirt completely off, and his hand wrapped around his cock. His hips were bucking up, messy and frantic, and the look on his face was somewhere between freaked-out puppy and absolutely feral fox.

“Y/N…” he moaned again, eyes screwed shut like he was in another dimension. “You feel s’good…ahh, I can’t stop — ”

You made some kind of shocked sound, totally by accident.

His eyes flew open and he saw you standing there half-naked.

“AH! WAIT — NO, HOLD ON — SHIT — ”

He scrambled to cover himself with a pillow, his face turning bright red like someone had poured lava over him. “This isn’t — well, it is what it looks like, but…why are YOU just standing there?!”

You blinked. Still staring.

“…Were you…saying my name?”

Naruto froze. Eyes wide. Busted.

“…I’m gonna die now,” he muttered, hiding his face in the pillow.

But then you dropped your towel.

And just like that, he was very much not hiding anymore.

You crawled onto his bed without saying a word. And Naruto? He just stared at your naked body like he was witnessing a miracle.

“You’re really naked right now,” he said blankly. “Like…for real.”

You nodded. “And you were moaning my name, sooo…”

He whimpered. Physically whimpered. “OkayyeahIwasbutIthoughtyou’dneverkissmeandIwasjustkindof — oh fuck, your boobs are — ”

You grabbed him by the face and kissed him. Hard.

He kissed back like he’d been waiting for years. Tongue messy, hands all over, moaning into your mouth every time your hips touched. When your fingers brushed his cock, he actually squeaked.

“I — ahh — I don’t wanna cum too fast,” he groaned. “But your hand’s so soft and you’re so hot…is this real? You’re not a genjutsu, right?”

You giggled and slid down his chest, straddling him.

Naruto blinked up at you with awe. “Holy shit. This is happening. You’re actually — like — you want me?”

You reached down, lined him up, and slowly sank down onto him.

Naruto’s soul left his body.

“HOOOOLY SHIT — ” he cried, back arching, arms flying out like he’d been electrocuted. “You’re…tight…fuck, you feel way better than my hand!”

You grinned. “I should hope so.”

He started moving almost immediately, trying to hold back but failing miserably. His hands gripped your hips like his life depended on it. Every little movement made him babble.

“Y-You’re like — a goddess — or a demon — no wait — BOTH — oh my god, I’m gonna die — ”

You bounced faster, rolling your hips just the way you knew would make him lose his damn mind.

“Please, keep going…don’t stop — I’ll do your laundry for a month — I’ll buy you ramen every day — I’ll marry you, just don’t stop — ”

You leaned in close, whispering against his lips, “Cum for me, Naruto.”

He let out the loudest moan you’d ever heard and absolutely fell apart. His hips jerked up hard, fingers digging into your thighs, cum flooding deep inside you as he let out a stuttered string of “ohfuckohfuckohfuck — !”

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you gasping, sweaty, sticky, and shaking with aftershocks.

“…Worth it,” he wheezed, completely dazed. “Totally worth dying of embarrassment.”

You kissed his cheek. “You didn’t die.”

He grinned, eyes fluttering closed. “Might as well have. That was the best moment of my entire life.”

[lustful-lore]

Tides of Pleasure

(a one piece smutty fan-fiction)

Sanji x Nami x Robin | NSFW 18+

The ship rocked gently under the stars, and the glow of lantern light flickered over the wood-paneled walls. Nami stretched out on the bed in a silk robe barely tied, sipping a bit of rum while her eyes tracked Sanji pacing the floor.

He was shirtless—just wearing his slacks, rolled low on his hips—and he looked like he was trying not to explode, while puffing heavily on his cigarette.

“I said sit, not pace,” Nami murmured, swirling her glass lazily.

Robin, already leaning against the desk in her deep purple nightdress, smirked. “Poor thing. He’s been holding back all day.”

Sanji finally exhaled, stepping closer. “Are you two really gonna keep teasing me like this?”

Nami set her glass down. “Oh, relax, we haven’t even started.”

She stood, slipping her robe off her shoulders slowly, letting it fall to the floor. Her bare skin caught the low amber light—taut, freckled, glowing with heat. Robin pushed off the desk and joined her, hands roaming over Nami’s hips as she kissed her neck slowly, deliberately.

Sanji’s jaw clenched. “Fuck.”

Nami turned toward him, eyes half-lidded. “Come on, lover boy. You may be a great chef, but could you show us if your mouth can do great things too?”

He was on his knees before she finished speaking—palms sliding up her thighs, face nuzzling between them. Nami gasped and tangled her fingers in his blond hair.

He moaned into her, licking deep and slow, his tongue working tight circles around her clit. She rolled her hips into his face, tugging his head closer, greedy for more.

“Don’t forget me,” Robin said behind her, voice like honey as she dropped to her knees too—pressing herself against Nami’s back, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples while she kissed behind her ear.

Between Sanji’s tongue and Robin’s skilled fingers, Nami’s body trembled, her legs starting to give.

“That’s it,” Robin murmured, licking her neck. “Let go.”

She came with a soft cry, hips jerking forward against Sanji’s face while Robin held her still, whispering praises in her ear.

But they were far from done.

Nami pushed Sanji back on the bed and climbed on top of him, grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly. It twitched in her hand, hard and dripping. “You’ve been so patient,” she said, lowering herself until he was buried inside her with a long moan.

Robin climbed beside them, her nightdress slipping off one shoulder. “You’re gonna share, right?”

“Of course,” Nami panted, riding Sanji slow and deep. “Just warming him up.”

Sanji reached out and pulled Robin in for a kiss, groaning into her mouth as Nami bounced on his cock, her pace picking up. Robin straddled his face, and he welcomed her eagerly—tongue flicking, licking, sucking, like a man starved.

Nami leaned forward and kissed Robin hungrily as they both used him, their moans blending into the thick heat of the room.

The rhythm grew frantic—Nami grinding down harder, Sanji devouring Robin’s soaked pussy like he’d die without it.

When the three of them finally came—Nami clenching around him, Robin trembling above his face, Sanji groaning deep into her while spilling inside Nami—it was like the whole cabin shifted with the intensity.

They collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap—skin on skin, lips on lips, breath hot and heavy in the quiet night.

“Next time,” Robin whispered with a sly smile, “we take turns tying him up.”

Nami laughed, still breathless. “He’d love that.”

Sanji just groaned, eyes fluttering closed. “Please… yes.”

[lustful-lore]

getting back into writing is like digging up a time capsule and realizing past-you was a little freak but also kinda brilliant.

[lustful-lore]

Tangled Strings

(a one piece smutty fan-fiction)

Doflamingo x Servant Girl | NSFW 18+

She didn’t mean to stay so long.

The laundry room had gone quiet hours ago. The rest of the palace was dim with night, shadows stretching across polished marble and velvet curtains. She should’ve finished her chores and scurried back to the servant quarters.

But — she’d lingered. Watching him.

Doflamingo lounged in the grand hall with his shirt half open, golden glasses glinting in the moonlight. She’d seen him before, of course, but never like this. Unguarded, but dangerous…even in stillness.

She knew better. But her body moved before her common sense returned. One quiet step, then another.

The air shifted.

Her breath caught.

And then —

“Parasite.”

Invisible strings snapped into place, and her limbs jerked upright like a puppet. The tray in her hands clattered to the floor.

“Oh?” His voice coiled around her like smoke. “You’ve been watching me for quite a while, little mouse.”

Her mouth opened. Nothing came out.

He rose, tall and broad and utterly in control. Each step toward her made the strings on her body pull tighter, forcing her spine straight, arms stiff. Heart hammering, she tried to look away, but he was already standing in front of her.

Too close.

“Now,” he purred, fingers ghosting under her chin. “Tell me…were you hoping to spy? Or are you just desperately curious what a Warlord does with a trembling little maid after dark?”

Her cheeks burned. She shook her head.

“Tch.” His smile sharpened. “Liar.”

Without warning, the strings yanked, dragging her into his chest. She gasped, hands pressed against his abdomen, trying to push away. He laughed.

“I could snap your limbs in half with a flick of my fingers,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and cruel. “But I think there’s a better use for that body.”

With one sharp gesture, the threads released, only for his hands to replace them. He grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and slammed her back against a pillar with a thud.

“You want to know what it’s like to be under me, girl?” His thigh shoved between hers, spreading them. “You’ve got two choices: run, or stay and be ruined.”

Her breath hitched — but she didn’t run.

That was all the answer he needed.

His mouth claimed hers with no softness, only heat and hunger and dominance. His hands roamed under her uniform, fingers curling around her thighs as he lifted her like she weighed nothing.

“Look at you,” he growled, dragging his cock free and pressing it hard against her soaked folds. “Already so wet, and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Just pathetic.”

She whimpered from the stretch of his head peeking inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

Doflamingo hissed a laugh. “You’re lucky I’m in the mood to use this instead of my strings. But don’t get comfortable.”

And then he was inside her with one brutal thrust that made her cry out, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. He didn’t wait. Didn’t let her adjust. Just took her. Thrust after thrust, using her like a toy.

“You feel that?” he grunted, fucking her harder. “That’s what happens when you tempt a devil.”

Her head dropped back against the pillar, gasping, eyes fluttering shut, overwhelmed and wrecked and clinging to him for dear life.

And still, he kept going.

By the time he spilled inside her with a low growl, her thighs were shaking, her voice hoarse from breathless moans.

He didn’t pull away right away. Just leaned in, lips brushing her neck.

“You belong to me now,” he said softly — terrifyingly gentle. “Understand?”

She nodded. She didn’t know what else to do.

Because somewhere deep down…she wanted to.

[lustful-lore]

Moonlit Hunger

(a beastars smutty fan-fiction)

Legoshi x You | NSFW 18+

It started with a kiss.

The kind of kiss where his cold nose bumped yours, and his claws trembled as they ran over your hips. You’d pulled him closer anyway, because god, he needed it…and so did you.

You were in his dorm room. It smelled like cedarwood, fur, and the faint clean musk that clung to his shirts.

“Are you… sure?” Legoshi asked, voice husky and low, like he was afraid to breathe too hard. His ears were flat against his head, eyes wide and desperate as they searched yours.

“I’m sure,” you whispered, reaching up to run your fingers under his jawline. “I want you, Legoshi.”

He kissed you again, harder this time. His tongue slid past your lips, coaxing little gasps out of you as his large hands splayed over your thighs. He could lift you like you weighed nothing, but he moved like you were made of glass.

Your back hit the bed, and Legoshi hovered over you…towering, mouth parted, breath warm against your collarbone. His claws dragged your shirt up inch by inch, revealing soft skin that made his pupils dilate.

“You smell so good,” he groaned. “I can’t…”

“Then don’t hold back,” you breathed, tugging his waistband.

That undid him.

Clothes vanished in a blur of teeth and breathless groans. His kisses traveled down your neck, between your breasts, across your stomach, until his muzzle hovered at your core. He nuzzled you there, shamelessly inhaling your scent before running his thick tongue over your slit.

“Oh f-fuck, Legoshi…”

He growled softly at the way you moaned his name. His tongue moved slow, then fast, then slow again, until your thighs clenched around his head and your hands clawed through his fur. He didn’t stop until you were crying out for him, thighs slick and trembling.

When he finally crawled over you again, his cock heavy and pulsing between your legs, his voice cracked.

“Please…let me inside you,” he begged.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m yours.”

He slid into you in one long, aching stroke. He was big…stretching you, filling you. Your body welcomed him, clinging around him like you were made to be taken by this wolf. He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder as his hips rolled into you.

“You’re so warm,” he gasped. “So tight…god, it feels so fucking good…”

Every thrust sent sparks through you. He went slow at first, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, making you cry out. His claws dug into the mattress beside your head. He held back his strength with every ounce of willpower.

“Harder,” you whispered against his ear. “I can take it.”

His rhythm grew rough, needy. Your breasts bounced with every thrust. He gritted his teeth, panting, whispering your name like a prayer as his body took yours again and again.

“Gonna…fuck…I’m gonna come…inside you…can I? Please —”

“Do it,” you moaned. “Fill me, Legoshi…please…”

With a final growl, he drove himself deep and came hard — shuddering above you, knot swelling just enough to keep him locked inside. You clenched around him, milking every drop as you trembled through your own climax, body flush against his.

When it was over, he collapsed beside you, arm pulling you into his chest.

His voice was hoarse.

“I’ve never…felt like this before.”

You kissed his jaw. “Me either.”

And in the soft dark of his room, still connected, still panting, Legoshi didn’t feel like a predator or a monster.

He just felt yours.

[lustful-lore]

Absolutely so upset that I’m not getting fucked by Crocodile rn

[lustful-lore]

Sensei’s Secret

(a naruto smutty fan-fiction)

Kakashi x You | NSFW 18+

The reunion was supposed to be casual. A few drinks. Some laughs. Nostalgia.

But the moment you walked into the bar, Kakashi forgot how to breathe.

You weren’t the same kid he once trained. You were strong now. Confident. Beautiful.

And worse…you were looking at him like you knew he saw you that way too.

All night, you sat across from him, smiling at the others, laughing politely…but your eyes always came back to him. Lingering. Questioning.

By the time the others left, the air between you two was thick. Unspoken.

Kakashi walked you home like old times, but everything about it felt new. He glanced sideways when you brushed your hand against his, like it was an accident—but you didn’t pull away.

“Still wearing that mask,” you said softly, the moonlight catching the silver of his hair.

His voice was quieter than usual. “Still trying not to scare people off.”

You smiled. “You never scared me.”

He stopped walking.

You stopped too—just a few steps ahead—turning slowly to face him. “Kakashi…”

God, hearing his name from your lips…It almost broke him.

“I thought this feeling would fade,” he admitted, stepping closer. “I thought if I kept my distance… if I pretended I didn’t want you…”

Your breath caught as his fingers ghosted over your cheek, slow and reverent. “Bu

t I do. I always have.”

You reached for his hand, held it to your face. “Then stop pretending.”

His mask slipped down, just enough, and he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hungry. It was aching. Like he’d been waiting forever.

His hands cradled your face as his lips moved with yours, slow and soft, savoring every second. When you sighed into him, he deepened the kiss, finally letting himself feel—all the restraint melted between parted lips and wandering hands.

By the time you made it back to your place, the door had barely shut before he had you pinned gently against it, kissing you like he’d never get the chance again. His forehead pressed to yours.

“Tell me this is real,” he whispered.

“It’s real,” you breathed. “It’s always been real.”

Clothes fell away with slow hands and lingering touches. He worshipped every inch of you, fingers tracing scars he never got to protect you from, lips memorizing skin he’d only dreamed of. When he finally entered you, he held your hand, kissing your knuckles.

Every thrust was deep and slow, as if he was trying to etch you into his bones.

You clung to him, moaning his name like a prayer between soft gasps and whispered I missed yous.

He came with your name on his lips, broken and trembling, and held you for a long time after, wrapped in warm sheets and moonlight, his mask finally resting on the nightstand.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he murmured.

You smiled sleepily into his chest. “You’re here now. That’s enough.”

And for once, it really was.

[lustful-lore]

Hello all!!!! My name is Starla & I write fanfiction as a hobby. I work at home so I’ve got basically all day to sit and write. Just recently started taking commissions for personalized stories so feel free to message me 💗 No kink shall be shamed. Anyways…thank you for reading my smut!!!! Keep cumming & enjoy 🫡

[lustful-lore]

The Death God

(a death note smutty fan-fiction)

TW: non-consensual & violent, as intended for the point of the story

Light Yagami x Ryuk x You | NSFW 18+

The classroom was empty except for Light Yagami, perched near the window as golden afternoon light spilled across his desk. He spoke low, his voice almost too soft to hear…unless you were standing just outside the door.

“No, Ryuk,” he muttered, flipping through the pages of the Death Note. “I don’t need your opinions. I just need time. L is closing in, and I need distractions…chaos.”

You weren’t supposed to hear this. Whatever this was, it was serious. Your heart kicked hard in your chest, and as you took a cautious step backward, the floor creaked. Loud. Too loud.

Light’s eyes flicked to the doorway like a blade.

His gaze met yours—sharp, golden-brown, and unreadable. That calm smile spread across his lips like a crack forming in glass.

“You heard that, didn’t you?” he said. “Unfortunate.”

You turned and ran, not caring how loud your shoes smacked the linoleum. But you didn’t get far before everything stopped. The hallway blurred. Your body froze in place like you were caught in amber.

Behind you, Light’s voice cut through the stillness like a scalpel.

“I already wrote it,” he said. “Your name. Your fate. Your death.”

And then the world went black.

—

You came to in a void—no ground, no sky. Just a wet warmth clinging to your skin. You were naked. And you weren’t alone.

The air crackled.

From the darkness, he emerged.

Ragged wings stretched wide, resembling decaying flesh. Yellow eyes glowed with sick delight, teeth jagged like broken tombstones. Ryuk towered over you, with a grin too wide for his face.

“Light’s imagination,” he growled, voice thick with rot and smoke. “So twisted. He wrote your death in detail. Every thrust. Told me not to stop until you broke.”

You tried to scream, but your voice was swallowed by the void.

Ryuk’s clawed hand wrapped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up. The sheer size of him made your body tremble, but not entirely from fear. Something primal stirred beneath the terror, something that writhed in your core.

He didn’t waste time. His cock, inhumanly thick and veined, pressed against your entrance. You were already wet. Light had written everything. Your body knew its role before your mind did.

When Ryuk pushed inside, it was like being split in half. Your body stretched beyond its limits, every nerve alight with pain that licked into pleasure like a blade dipped in honey.

You clawed at him, at the air, at nothing.

He laughed.

“Light said you’d beg by the end,” he rasped. “Said you’d cum so many times you wouldn’t know where you ended and I began.”

He fucked you brutally, cruel and endless. Every thrust pounded your soul deeper into the void, your mind unraveling thread by thread. Each orgasm ripped through you harder than the last.

And still he didn’t stop.

Your body spasmed violently, vision flickering white. Your limbs went numb, lips parted in a silent moan as you were impaled again, and again, and again.

Until the world dimmed, breath failed, and you were nothing but trembling flesh on a god’s cock.

And then—nothing.

[lustful-lore]

The Dragon’s Claim

(a fantasy smut story)

TW: non-consenual bc she’s literally a sacrifice!!!

Dragon Shifter x You (A virgin sacrifice)

You were bound in silk and left at the mouth of the cave, cold stone beneath your knees, the smell of sulfur in the air.

They’d blindfolded you before the priests whispered their prayers and fled down the mountain. Left you kneeling in silence, your heart pounding, waiting for death.

You expected flames. You expected teeth.

What you didn’t expect…was the sound of footsteps.

Heavy. Human.

You flinched as the blindfold was suddenly yanked away, your breath catching as your vision blurred — and then cleared.

And there he stood.

Not a beast, but a man…if you could call him that.

Towering, bare-chested, with black horns curling from his head and golden scales trailing down his arms and sides like tattoos carved into muscle. His eyes burned — molten gold, vertical pupils.

And his cock was already hard, hanging thick and heavy between his thighs.

You scrambled back instinctively. “Y-you’re not—”

“Not what you were expecting?” His voice was low, guttural. It rumbled in your chest like distant thunder. “You thought you’d be eaten.”

His mouth curled into a smirk.

“Well, you will be.”

In one blink, he was on you. His clawed hands grabbed your wrists, flipping you to your back in the dirt. He straddled you, pinning you easily, and leaned in close.

“You offered yourself willingly, didn’t you?” he growled into your ear, tongue flicking against your throat. “The pure little virgin sacrifice. So brave.”

“I-I didn’t—” you gasped.

“I don’t care,” he snapped. “You’re mine now.”

His claws shredded your silks like paper, exposing every inch of you to the cold mountain air.

He groaned, low and feral. “So soft…so perfect. I haven’t fucked a human in centuries. Hope you don’t break.”

His cock pressed against your entrance, already soaked from fear and adrenaline — and he didn’t wait. Didn’t ask.

He shoved in deep with one brutal thrust.

You screamed…part pain, part pleasure, with your back arching as your body stretched to take him. He was too big. Too much.

And he loved it.

“Oh yes,” he hissed, dragging his cock slowly out before slamming it back in. “Scream for me. You belong to a dragon now.”

His hips snapped, fast and hard, slamming into you with such force the cave walls seemed to echo with each thrust. He fucked you like he was trying to imprint himself inside you, with his claws bruising your thighs, and his breath hot against your skin.

You whimpered, clung to him — and it only made him rougher.

“I’ll fill you,” he snarled. “Mark you. Breed you. Burn my name into your womb. No man will ever touch you again.”

Your orgasm hit like lightning — sudden, violent, body convulsing beneath him.

He roared a deep, beastly sound, and came inside you with a possessive growl, his cock twitching as he filled you with hot, thick seed.

But he didn’t stop.

Didn’t pull out.

He leaned down, kissed your neck almost gently, then whispered:

“You thought you’d be sacrificed once.”

His hips rolled again, still hard.

“I’m going to fuck you until the sun rises over the bones of your ancestors.”