After Getting To Know Luffy A Little More, Ive Begun To Understand How He Thinks Just A Bit More Whether

after getting to know Luffy a little more, I’ve begun to understand how he thinks just a bit more whether it be with people or instances. So I’ve come to the conclusion that if he ever had a s/o his way of showing his love wouldn’t necessarily be just physical contact. I honestly think it would be little things like:

At every meal he would ask Sanji to give you just as much food as him. which is often too much and you end up giving some to him.

If he was bored he find you on deck and just sit next to you, he would just want to be near you. I have a feeling he would feel comfortable enough to fall asleep with a smile on his face.

He would think everything you did was amazing like, “woah! So cool, Y/N! Can you teach me? Please!”

At random times during the day if he saw you walking past he would run over and place his straw hat on your head because your both his treasures. More often than not you’re the one he gives his hat to before fights.

He would show you cool things he finds on the islands.

He’s the one to wake you up in the morning. You always wake up with Luffy’s smiling face over you and once he realizes you’re awake he would giggle and tell you to get breakfast before he eats it all. At least he would give warnings.

Would hold Zoro, Sanji, and Nami back during fights you were in cause he knows you can do it. If you can’t he’s the one that steps in.

“You hurt y/n, I’m gonna kick your ass now.”

He would give headpats.

he laughs at every one of your terrible jokes, even if he doesn’t get it.

Stare-gaze in the crows nest with you and listen to you each time you pointed out a constellation. “I didn’t know that one even existed, you’re so smart y/n.” 

I just really think Luffy would be a good boyfriend even though he might not know what he’s doing. He’s just so honest and loving and i think he would be fun to be around… i just wanna hug and pinch his cheeks PLSSSS

luffy w/ 98, 67 from loof or 88 from s/o thanks!!

It’s not easy to write romantic stuff for Luffy T^T I hope you will like it!

Character: Luffy Reader: female (suitable for trans readers) Word count: ~650 CW: none

In times like this you were praising Franky’s genius. Despite sailing in the area of winter island (and dealing with a horrible freeze), the heating system on Sunny was keeping warmth in the cabin quite well. A few blankets and fluffy, thick pajamas were enough for you to stop shaking, probably for the first time today. Most of it you spent outside, either on a lookout, forced to shovel snow from the deck or dragged by your boyfriend into another snowball fight. You tugged yourself into a comfortable burrito, ready to succumb into a sleep any moment—and to remain in this state as long as your lively crew would let you. It was unusually silent, only Nami’s and Robin’s peaceful breaths audible from the distance of their beds. Seemed it was too cold even for the men to deal with, their traditional bedtime banter lost against desperate need to look for warmth.

But then the door creaked and someone stalked inside. Not really skillfully, you had to admit it, so you quickly recognized the intruder. Before he reached your bed, Luffy managed to trip a few times and turned the wrong way, in the darkness mistaking Nami’s head for yours. Few “shishishis” curses later he eventually found the right way and curious (and cold) rubber hands unraveled your burrito.

“Hey!” You tried to protest as Luffy, uninvited, pushed himself into your cozy nest. “What are you doing?”

“I can't sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles.”

One, two, three wraps later you found yourself completely surrounded by his arms and with his wide-grinning face right in front of yours. Luffy was ice-cold, you wouldn’t be surprised if your dumbass captain—and boyfriend—had fallen asleep on the deck and found himself covered by snow from toes to the tip of his straw hat. 

“Shouldn’t you be on a lookout?”

“Zoro is training, he can watch.”

“Don’t you have your own bed?”

“Cuddles. I told you, Y/N.”

“Did you at least take a shower?”

“Nah. I bathed yesterday.”

You sighed and tried to make yourself comfortable anew. It wasn’t so easy when Luffy wrapped yourself around you like a human boa.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to cuddle?” He pouted. “I thought you liked cuddles.”

“I like breathing too.”

“Whoops, sorry.” The grisp around you loosened and your ribs were more than grateful. You turned and curled into a small spoon—Luffy loved to be the big one…and besides, it wasn’t a good idea to nuzzle up to him after he forgot to shower—letting him warm himself against you. Despite his rowdy nature and not really gentle attitude, Luffy was a very good cuddler, if guided right. As he relaxed, his rubber body became softer and you almost sunk back in it as in a good mattress. Luffy nuzzled up your nape, left a few innocent and a bit cold kisses along the line of your hair.

“You smell so nice.” He almost purred. “You should call me when you showered.”

“Didn’t you just say you bathed yesterday?” You chuckled. “Thought you had enough water.”

“Geez, washing yourself alone is boring. I wanted to scrub your back.”

“We can take a shower now? Everybody’s asleep, we will have plenty of hot water for ourselves.”

“Nah, I’m good here.” Grisp of boa arms tightened anew. Luffy might have been a good cuddler—but also a possessive one. He liked to manifest the fact he had his whole world within reach. “It’s so warm, I don’t wanna move.”

“Fine, fine. We’ll stay here.” You let him treat you as his personal teddy bear and—it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. Calm, warm breath tickled your neck and ear and eventually, the chill of his body disappeared. No wonder you quickly found your own dreams: safe and sound in your boyfriend’s embrace.

Hello, may I ask for 44 + Luffy. Thank you!

prompt: sitting on the other’s lap

wc: ~0.3k

notes: writing for this dumbass ray of sunshine is always fun :) and this prompt so suits him! i feel like he’d get sad if his s/o chose to sit in a chair rather than his lap. hope this is to your liking!

Ever since you first sat in Luffy’s lap, he forgot how to act.

And you, oh you poor, unsuspecting thing. You didn’t stand a chance.

You were on the deck, going about your business, when two stretched arms wrapped around your waist. Before you realized what was happening, you were whiplashed into the next century. Your brain felt like a top that never ceased to spin.

That is, until you heard:

“Shishishi, hi (name)!”

“Luffy,” you said from behind your now wild hair, a dangerous glare in your eye, “Let go of me.”

He pouted, “Why? I want to be close to you.”

“No. You can’t just yank me like that and think that it’s okay.”

But didn’t you like being in his lap? What changed? He wasn’t well versed in common sense, but he could tell you were mad at him, and he understood that in some way, it was his fault.

“I’m sorry (name).” His arms wrapped even tighter as he buried his forehead onto your shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

“Let me go.”

“What! But I said I’m sorry!”

“N-no, you’re squeezing too tight—“

He hastily removed his arms from your waist. Why did he keep messing up? He didn’t mean it, really. All he wanted was to see that sunny smile of yours. “Sorry...”

You sighed. As mad as you were, sadness wasn’t a good look on Luffy. Though, you weren’t going to give in that easily. You cupped his chin, pinching his rubber cheeks to face you, “Listen Luffy. I didn’t appreciate how you flew me into your lap when all you had to do is ask.”

“Cah you shtay here noe?” passed his squished lips.

You gave him a stern look, “Only if you promise to never pull me like that again. Ever.”

“I pwomishe!”

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knife

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist. (day 1)

warnings: knife kink, female anatomy, praise.

simon's big cock pushed inside your wet heat whilst he holds a knife against your throat. his eyes dark, narrowing down on you as he thrusts mercilessly into your wetness. you gasp, choking on a sob as he applys pressure onto your neck, the knife just grazing against your skin as he ruts into you repetitively. “what's wrong, bunny?” he cooes.

you moan, his fingers nestled in your hair, tugging on it and forcing you to maintain eye contact with him whilst he fucks deep and harshly into you. a cruel grin spreads across his face, chuckling at your desperation. “so needy f'me, yeah?” you whimper, feeling his thick tip nudge at your womb, bound to be bruised from his relentless pace. “i know, love, jus' be a good girl.”

broad hips push against your own, grinding in and out your sloppy, sopping cunt — swallowing every inch he has to offer your poor sex. he drags the knife down to your hardened nipples, making you wriggle from the cold metal rubbing against your sensitive nubs. “beg for it, beg to cum, baby...”

you chant his name through breathless, stuttered moans. his pace only increases, slamming into you while you cry out his name, your walls squeezing around his girth tightly, dragging him in as he grows closer to his own release. “that's it... louder.” you scream his name as you cum. cumming all around his thick, girthy and hard dick! your pussy glistening as he ruts into you a few more times, shooting ropes of his white release into your raw cunt.

all dizzy and wet, fucked-out stupid beneath him, intimidated by the sharp knife pressed against your neck. “god, so tight, always so tight f'me... might just have to make sure the only thing you remember is my cock by the time i'm through with you.”

𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 — 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, coercion, dub con, giyuu treats reader like a pillow princess ( derogatory ), degradation, virgin!reader, dacryphilia, the teensiest bit of dd/lg vibes if you squint, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ pacify her by melanie martinez

“What would you do to keep your family safe?”

you hadn’t even stopped to think about it. the slayer was standing in front of you, azul gems cold and unreadable— awaiting your answer. you didn’t hesitate. “Anything. Just please, please help us.”

maybe you should’ve been more specific.

“Please be gentle,” you’d whispered upon watching him undress. you’d sat on your bed already stripped, hugging your knees as he did so, your eyes tracing every scar that littered his lean, toned abdomen. there were more than you’d imagined, some bruising that hadn’t yet healed, but he didn’t wince when he tossed his uniform aside. “It’s… my first time.” the apples of your cheeks were on fire, and you tried not to glance down at his manhood. it was a surprisingly difficult feat; you’d never even lain eyes on a naked man, and you were trembling, absolutely wracked with the anxiety of it all.

you look up at him, and he’s busy untying his hair. it erupts in thick, raven tresses that waterfall over his shoulders and down his back. those cold, blue eyes are zeroed in on you. “Be a good girl for me and I’ll be good to you.” was what came out of his perma-frown. your heart slammed into your rib cage in rapid thumping. he took a step towards you, and at first, you scooted back; you weren’t sure why you felt the need to recoil, other than how intimidating he was. he hardly spoke at all. the entire time you’d told him about the demon wreaking havoc in your village, he’d simply stared at you. now, as he was about to climb in your bed and take his compensation up front, you were getting cold feet. he stopped, brows furrowed, and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. the movement glued your eyes to it, and they widened in awe. thick and heavily veined, nestled in a bed of dark hair and already sporting a girthy, red tip, he was a perfectly proportioned specimen, even to your untrained gaze. “You don’t have all day.” he mutters, running the pad of his thumb along one of the prominent veins, his eyes flickered to the window. it was still spilling daylight on to the bed where you sat, but it was orange and fading. “It will be nightfall soon. You want my help, yes?”

“Yes!” you blurted, nodding, “Please, please you have to kill it.”

his head tilted to one side, and he gave you an order. “Then, spread your legs and keep your end of the bargain.”

you do so, more or less ungracefully, opening your knees wide. this new position called for your hands to plant themselves on the mattress behind you, to steady yourself, and with the subtlest arch of your back, you offer your naked body to him. you couldn’t watch him stare at you, so you avert your gaze to the window, the setting sun bathing you in warm light.

in less than five steps, Giyuu was across the room and on the bed on his knees, grasping both of your thighs to pull you closer. you gasp, sliding up the ramp his legs provided. you could feel the warmth of his thighs as he drags you along them, the definition of muscled pads creating dips for you to ride over. the friction against your core was unexpected, and you elicit a soft and breathless sound. he arches a brow, watching your expression. “You’re sensitive.” he said, matter of factly, and you nod, sheepish, keeping your eyes far away from his. your knees were quivering, stuck on the outside of his biceps with your toes hardly grazing the sheets, the muscles in your legs were much too taut, making it impossible for the position to be comfortable. “Virgins always are.”

he’d practically whispered it, but you still heard it. it made you wonder if he did this often; did he travel from village to village, offering to slay the demons that lurked there and, in exchange, would deflower the innocent and desperate women like you?

you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you could even say, but nothing except a pitiful bleat escapes it. Giyuu had pressed the swollen head of his cock against your core, dragging it along between your folds, teasing your tender sex. you can’t help it, your eyes fall to the display between your bodies and you gasp, watching your netherlips slot around his thickness as it slides against you, the slit kissing your swelling clit each time. “T—that’s— what are you—“

“Shh,” it’s a rumble in his throat, his eyes shut as he just enjoys the sensation of grinding against you, “you’re going to soak me first.” one hand hooks around your lower back bringing your body closer to his, and the other keeps his cock steady and strong. “Your little cunt could never take me without help.” he was right, because the more you stared at the sizable tool as it rubs into you, the more you feel an ache in your stomach, how the hell was that supposed to fit inside you? his cock was shiny with your essence when he shifts under you, tensing his calf muscles to get a better angle, and after one, final rub, he pushes the thick tip between your lips, and it splits you open.

yipping, startled, your hands fly to his chest, giving him a faint push. the insertion burns, forcing you to open up more than you ever had before. “‘S… too… big…” your knees dig into his biceps when he ignores your whining and pushes himself deeper. “It’s…” panting, you shook your head, trying to squirm, but he’d got a vice hold on your body, keeping you in place, “not… going to fit…”

“It fits.” he replies, stern, and uses the hold on your back to press you forward, meeting his push, and your body yields with a hapless whimper from your trembling lips, stretching around his cock. “Feel that?” you nod, blinking tears back. “That’s me taking your innocence,” he insists, leaning close so his parted lips drag over your chin, not quite a kiss, but a growl vibrates in the back of his throat, “no one else will ever have you like I have you right now. Not the boy next door, not your husband on your wedding night. I own your body. It’s mine. Say that it’s mine.”

chewing on the delicate skin of your lip, you tried to control your breathing, but with each buck of his hips, he was pumping another inch into you, tunneling through uncharted territory, and your tight walls frenzy around the intruder. “It’s—“ you squint, humiliated and aching, “it’s yours, Giyuu…”

he moans, pleased, and digs his knees into the mattress to propel you forward, pushing you on to your back. your head hits the fluffy pillow, one hand landing beside your face whilst the other tries to keep a palm flat on his chest, but it slides on to his abdomen as he sits up at the join of your bodies. he grabs one of your legs at the ankle, allowing it to straighten along the shape of his chest, your foot hanging limp over his shoulder, and he nuzzles into it, kissing the silken flesh found there. for a moment, you’re caught up in watching the way he praised your leg, mouth forming seals over every inch he can, kissing it from ankle to knee, allowing the edges of his teeth to tease the sensitive area behind the knee. then, he cuts his navy eyes to your countenance, catches you staring, and you’re immediately sheepish. it felt as if maybe you shouldn’t be watching.

“You’re soft.” he says in response, hips falling into a slow, steady rhythm. this position opened you up to him, allowing him to delve deeper into you. his palm slides from your ankle to grip your thigh tight against his abs, using the leverage to bounce you forward into him, meeting his hips when they snap forward. you start to call for him, pressing your elbow into the mattress as you try to sit up, but his free hand grabs your chin, instead, urging you back down against the pillow. “Just—“ even his breath has started to tremble, chest rising and falling more heavily now, “just lay right there… Just take my cock…” his thumb shifts and traces your lower lip, eyes slitting as he stares down at you, “That’s all I need from you, just lay there, let me fuck you…”

your tongue pokes at his thumb when you whimper, eyelashes wet with fresh tears as he bottoms out and he pushes it into your mouth. at first, you want to reject it, spit it out, the foreign taste of saline on his skin, and the rough, broken pad that must be irreparable from all of the wear, but he only forces it deeper when you squirm and whine. “Suck on it.” he instructs, fingers digging into your thigh.

so, you do as you’re told, wrapping your lips around his knuckle, suckling hard on his thumb. when his pace picks up, and the creeping pleasure partnered with the predominant pain of being stretched for the first time mix together and overwhelm your senses, you’re mewling and sniffling, tears on your face, but you’re staring up at him, uncertain if you even want him to stop anymore.

he looks down at you, his inky locks hanging in his eyes, and he pushes himself hilt deep, stilling there, experimenting. your eyes roll back, but you clamp down around his thumb and suck harder, whining muffled. “I know, I know,” he mumbles. it was taunting, but utterly lacked any emotion, faux or not, other than lust. “I put it right in your guts, didn’t I?” you nod, looking up at him, your mouth sealed around his thumb, but you wince when runs his hand along your thigh and careens it over your belly to press down where he’s nestled. another pitiful, slurred cry. “Go ahead, make all those pathetic sounds you want.” he encourages, rubbing in firm circles, hips rocking, but he simply pumps at the same, incredible depth, as your head rolls around on the pillow and your back arches. “I’m going to cum just like this,” Giyuu shivers, rubbing the bump he’s created in your belly in tandem with his deep strokes, “balls deep in your virgin cunt while you suck on my thumb and squirm, ah, my pretty little crybaby.”

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