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Feedback time, should I make these shorter and do the longer ones as one shots focused on one character or do you like the format as it is?

Monster trio and how they'd react to you making them jealous on purpose 🤭

P: F!Reader x Monster Trio

CW: Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Unprotected P in V

WC: 4,486 words

Luffy:

Initially, you didn't expect him to care.

It was Luffy. He wasn't exactly seasoned in the romance department, hell, you were his first girlfriend and half the time, he still treated you like one of the crew.

There were days when he didn't always notice when you got quiet or pulled away.

Some days he was too busy with food, brainstorming the next adventure or chasing something across the deck to even remember you were there.

So yeah... maybe you just wanted to find out if the pirate king could get jealous.

Nothing too extreme, you just gave your attention to everyone but him. Arms slung around Usopp's shoulders, giggling with Nami, slipping bites of your dinner to Chopper, the treats you'd normally keep just for him.

Meanwhile, Luffy just sat there grinning, scarfing down meat like usual.

Then that night, when the ship creaked under moonlight and everyone else was asleep, you spotted him in the corridor.

Standing in the dark. Still.

That dumb grin was stretched way too far, all quiet and weird. It sent a chill down your spine.

"You forget I'm the Captain." He muttered, and before you could reply, his arms snapped forward, stretching like ropes and yanking you through the air.

The door slammed behind you and your little game was over just as quickly as it began.

No teasing, no patience.

Luffy yanked your shorts down with a growl, baring you to the cool air before collapsing to his knees like a man possessed, tongue already lolling out like he could taste you in the atmosphere.

He licked like an animal, nose grinding against your clit and sucking so hard it made your thighs twitch.

Luffy ate like he fought. Reckless, all in with no hesitation. With his mouth soaked, juices starting to glisten his jaw and neck, spit and arousal smearing his lips as he groaned straight into your cunt.

At times, it felt like he couldn’t choose what to do.

Flat, curling swipes over your throbbing bud one second, then tongue-fucking you deep the next, loud, wet noises as though he wanted the whole ship to hear.

He pulled your hips forward by your soft thighs, holding you up with sheer strength as you writhed, his moans vibrating through you.

"Mmm, better than meat-" He mumbled against your sweaty flesh, grinning before spitting straight onto your sensitive core and letting it dribble down.

His tongue flicked up the mess like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop, licking fast and sloppy whilst your hips bucked against his face to shove him in, chasing every drag of his mouth.

"Say it..." The pirate murmured, two fingers now buried to the knuckle, curling into that sweet spot over and over.

"Say what?" You gasped, almost sobbing.

He looked up at you from between your legs, lips shiny, eyes half-lidded and feral.

"That I'm your captain." He said, tongue flicking over your clit like punctuation. "Tell me."

Your voice cracked. "Y-Yes - f-fuck, yes sir, you're my captain-"

He groaned like that pushed him over the edge, his whole body trembling as he devoured you again, holding you down while your orgasm crashed through you like a wave, leaving your thighs soaked and his mouth completely covered in you.

Zoro:

Lately, you'd been catching him slipping.

Less eye contact. Fewer words. No hand on your back when you walked past.

Zoro had always been a man of few words but this felt like more than that, like he was closing off again. Like back when you first met him and he didn’t trust you yet.

The more you asked what was wrong, the colder he got. Said he was "just tired" or "needed to train." But you weren’t stupid. You felt it, that he was slipping through your fingers and too proud to say why.

So... you decided to see what would happen if someone else had your attention.

"Private cooking lessons?" Sanji lit up when you asked, hand dramatically pressed to his heart. "For you? I’d be honoured."

Zoro didn’t say shit about it. Not even when you came back to the deck reeking of garlic and smugness.

Then that night, when you passed his room, he was already waiting outside, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and that dead-calm look in his eye.

"I thought you liked katanas," He muttered as the door slammed shut behind you, trapping you against his chest.

His gaze dropped to the curve of your bare skin where the shirt had ridden up, no bra in sight and the way your chest caught the dim light made his jaw tighten.

You caught that look and tossed him a smirk, pushing buttons like a brat.

Zoro's fingers slid beneath the fabric, skimming ribs damp with heat before grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the full-length mirror hanging on the wall.

"What happened? You downgraded to kitchen knives?"

Then he kissed you like he hadn’t in days, like he’d been holding himself back and just snapped. His tongue shoved past your lips, messy, hungry, taking back what he decided you owed him.

One hand slid under your shirt, dragging up your skin and cupping your breast fiercely, guaranteeing soreness.

A rough squeeze followed and the sensation of his thumb swiping across your nipple to coax out a gasp from your throat.

The mirror loomed ahead, big and unkind to your dishevelled state.

The swordsman shoved your chest into the glass with one palm between your shoulder blades, the cold surface shocking your nipples as your breath fogged up the reflection.

His other hand dragged your pants and panties down in one rough pull to strip your ass to the room and the air to prickle over your sensitive skin.

Leaning close, his breath warmed your ear.

"You wanted my attention," He murmured, cock pressing between your cheeks. "Now you have it."

He didn’t give you time to respond. One hand tangled in your hair with the other gripping your hip like a vice as he drove his cock into you with a single thrust.

The stretch stung, a thick burn splitting you open as he sank in to the hilt with one brutal stroke and gave you no chance to breathe.

He hammered into you hard again and again, hips slapping skin with a wet, nasty sound that bounced off the walls, making you feel like the whole damn room was shaking.

The muscles in his arms flexed with each thrust, jaw locked and sweat dripping down his temples like he was sparring, not fucking.

"Eyes up." Zoro snarled, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at the mirror. "Watch yourself take it."

You whimpered, eyes locking onto your reflection. What a mess. Your face was flushed, lips parted, tits bouncing with each thrust and drool starting to smear the corner of your mouth.

His body behind you was all strength and sweat, veins bulging along his arms as he fucked you rough, unforgiving almost.

"Don’t look away." He snapped when you tried to close your eyes from the stimulation.

"You had no problem putting on a show for the waiter, right? Now watch how fucked up you get for me."

One hand slid between your legs, fingers grinding rough, circling your wet clit like he was claiming it, making you gasp loud enough to be heard next door and legs trembling under him.

The sounds were filthy. Every shove soaked and provocatively loud, your cunt squelching around him like it was begging for more.

Wetness dripped down his swollen erection, stringing between your thighs whilst the slap of his hips against your ass bruised the tender flesh.

"No one else gets to have this," Zoro muttered low against your shoulder, breathing heavy.

"No one else gets to have you, understand?"

Sanji:

You always thought you could handle it.

Sanji was a flirt. He always had been. Compliments, heart eyes, blowing kisses to every woman he passed.

For the most part, you never took it seriously.

He was sweet to you, kind in a way he wasn’t with anyone else. You figured once things got serious between you two, you’d be chill about it and he'd tone it down to respect your boundaries.

Until that night.

The crew had docked and found a half decent bar, the kind with warm lights, loud music and everyone spread out to relax.

Sanji went to grab drinks while you chatted with Robin and Nami about everything and nothing.

Then, when you glanced over, you caught him leaning over the counter, giggling with the pretty bartender like they were sharing secrets. She touched his wrist. He didn’t pull away.

That was it. Something flipped and the green monster possessed you.

So when he brought the drinks back, you turned to Zoro who was already a few pints deep and barely upright and asked loud enough for the crew to hear,

"Think you could give me some private combat lessons?"

Zoro blinked. Grunted and nodded before downing the 10th shot for the night.

Sanji's laugh died mid-breath. He straightened, lips tight as if someone spat in his drink.

"I'm heading back to prep dinner." He announced, tossing a glance your way. It wasn’t quite a glare but he clearly expected you to follow.

And just like that, he was gone with you trailing behind.. through the ship, past the quiet halls, into the kitchen.

"Come here, mon coeur." His blue eyes dragged down your body, tongue swiping over his bottom lip like he already tasted you.

"Looks like it's my turn to teach you a thing or two."

Sanji gripped your thighs and hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, sliding you across the cold metal table until your ass hit the edge with a soft thud.

His body slotted between your legs, heat radiating off him, erection already straining his slacks as he kissed you deep.

Fingers yanked your shirt up and your bra was gone in a flash, his breath hot on your bare skin as lips closed around your tits, sucking hard and tongue swirling over your nipples with teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm.

He groaned when you arched for him, teeth grazing sensitive skin before he flicked his tongue again, leaving your chest wet, tender and marked.

"Thought I'd get jealous? Of him?" Sanji murmured, lips trailing down your stomach while undoing his belt.

"I don't get jealous, sweetheart... I get even."

That killer smile was all you could focus on before he guided his cock through your folds first, letting it glide through the slick mess you made, the head nudging your clit with every pass until you whined desperately.

Then he pushed in slow and steady, thick length stretching you inch by inch until you gasped, legs tightening around his waist.

"S-Sanji, someone could walk in-" You whimpered his name like prayer, breath hitching enough to make you choke.

"Then you better keep those pretty noises down, yeah?" He said, grinning against your neck, his teeth biting down.

"Sanji-"

"You think anyone else could touch you like this?" He whispered, grinding in slow just to hear you struggling to keep a breathing pattern.

"I’ve had you soaked the moment I kissed you."

He bent you back until your shoulders hit the table, fucking you flat while your legs spread around his torso.

Every filthy smack of flesh reverberated off the kitchen walls, the sound of your slick pussy clenching around him as he rutted into you hard being the only thing clouding your mind.

Fluids dripped off the table’s edge, pooling beneath you whilst his hands gripped your hips like handles, knuckles pale as he fucked you dumb.

"Not letting you go yet-" Sanji grunted. "They can all hear it. Let 'em."

The blonde man fucked you until your legs shook uncontrollably, until your juices mixed and poured down the backs of your thighs, ruining the table and his trousers.

You came with a sob, nails in his messy hair, head thrown back as he drove into you over and over and your cunt spasming around him, milking him like it didn’t want to let go.

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