୧ ׅ warnings : smut, female reader, making out, porn links, semi-public, teasing, groping, oral teasing, wet dreams, humping, boob play, whiny luffy.

ok so I don’t think luffy would ever actually use the word mommy but I think the rest of the kink can apply hehehe

nurture me - luffy x f!reader

smut

summary: missing the comfort of a nurturing female figure as a child, luffy sometimes turns to you to get that feeling back. and sometimes, he wants sex

contains: mommy kink (the word mommy is never mentioned), very innocent luffy, he’s pretty sub in this one, soft dom reader

words: 2k

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Luffy is upset today, he’s not sure why, he’s feeling this rush of some sort of unplaceable loneliness even though he isn’t alone at all, surrounded by people to love and spend time with and hug. He had fallen and broken a stack of glasses in the kitchen yesterday, and he was chastised for his clumsiness, smacked by Nami, shoved out by Sanji. He had cut his arm on the glass, nothing deep, nothing a couple bandaids from Chopper’s office couldn’t fix, but it still made him a little sad and distressed for some reason. He needed comfort but pushed it away and forgot about it.

So now he’s sitting on the bow of the ship and picking at the bandaids. He wants to go bother you, he needs some comfort, a hug from you seems to be an immediate fix for times like these. And maybe something more, he thinks, like playtime, sort of.

dom!fem!reader with sub!luffy? hmmm..

req ♡ : sub!luffy getting fucked silly by another captain of a rival crew who's also trying to find the one piece, and luffy being all needy and stupid.

mary ♡ : thanks for the request and sorry if it was too long ! 💌 i hope you enjoy everything, i tried really hard ! love luffy too much <3

english is not my first language, i apologize for my mistakes ♡

rules ; masterlist

your hips keep pounding against luffy's thighs, ignoring his pleas to stop, because he can't cum anymore, but can he? his cock is throbbing inside you, and legs are trying to pound into you themselves to fill you all over.

"y/n, please make me feel good, only you can do that, ah-h" luffy tried to say something intelligible, but nothing came out, it felt too good that his brain refused to think. he didn't remember how many times he had cum, three, four or five? you clouded his mind, he could only think about you and your soft cunnie that was so right for his big cock.

you picked up your pace with each passing second, realizing that you were close to orgasm, but it wasn't your plan to show that to luffy, you just needed a map and some information about the one piece, but instead you were bouncing on some strange boy whose cock surprised you as much as he did.

"your body was made for me, wasn't it sweetie? i know just what to do to make you cum like you've never cum before, hehe." your lips descended on luffy's nipples, leaving wet kisses on them and lifting up to his chin "just tell me anything i want to hear and i'll even let you cum inside me, isn't that a gift, darling?"

when you stopped you felt luffy's hands grasp you sharply and his eyes became glassy, he started to cry and tried to make you resume your pace, but you continued to sit and wait for the answer to your question, running your finger over the places where you had left your marks for everyone else, with your claw you left the name of your team, that's how everyone would know whose slut luffy really was.

yours.

he was your whore from the first moment you met him, at the bar, the night you sought out zoro and offered to join you, but he was a son of a bitch and left you to your own devices until a strange guy came along and tried to hit on you.

"you want zoro? join my team and he'll be with you all the time." his cocky grin threw you off balance, but it was time for luffy to get scared as your hand grabbed his cock through his clothes and began to massage it gradually.

"yes, i want zoro, but now i want to destroy you even more." your hot breath on luffy's neck gave him goosebumps, he was lost in space and didn't realize what was going on, but he knew one thing for sure, he wanted you to fuck him in the dirtiest way possible.

as you replayed the memories in your head, you didn't hear the pleading along with luffy's whimpering, he was like a little kid, but wanting your cunnie very badly.

"y/n? p-p..lease i'm.. begging you, s-start moving and i'll tell you everything you want, i'll let you get to the one piece, j-just, fuck it all out of me." his eyes were like puppy dog eyes, it was impossible to refuse them, but you didn't want to, did you? after all, when else would you have just an obedient boy who would do anything for your pussy.

your gentle palm touched his cheek and slowly traced down the whole side of his face, and your eyes stayed on luffy's eyes, you wanted to see how pathetic he'd become in just one night and you were the reason why.

with a quick motion you planted luffy and slowly began to move in time to his hips.

"you look great when you're begging for something, all sweaty and red eyed, i'm going to make you feel good baby, but after this you're not likely to be able to walk or think properly." throwing him back on the pillows and squeezing his fingers tightly, your pace began to quicken again, and luffy's moans grew louder and louder.

it was a delight to your ears, knowing that he was only like that for you, only you see him that way, but or not really....

reader comforts luffy after he has a nightmare of ace. Tall gn reader x luffy

I totally didn't make this for myself

The Thousand Sunny was usually a canvas of sound—Franky’s hammering, Zoro’s soft snores, Nami counting beli, or Luffy’s relentless calls for meat. But in the deep watches of the night, only the gentle slosh of the sea against the hull and the rhythmic thump-thump of the engine broke the silence.

You lay awake, not due to noise, but due to awareness. Even in sleep, your body felt the presence of the person curled securely against your side. Luffy rarely slept still, his rubber limbs usually wound around you like a particularly affectionate boa constrictor, but tonight, his hold was too tight, too desperate.

The first sound was a choked gasp, quickly buried in the pillow.

You blinked, the shift in atmosphere instantly jarring you from rest. Luffy’s breathing hitched, moving from the steady rhythm of deep sleep to sharp, shallow pants. His muscles, which were usually soft and pliant like cured leather, were taut beneath your arm.

"Luffy?" you murmured, your voice a low rumble in the darkness.

He didn't respond with his usual sleepy mumble. Instead, a guttural sound—half sob, half cry of pure distress—escaped his lips. His head thrashed violently against the pillow.

You knew this sound. You had learned to recognize the specific terror that haunted his sleep, the one nightmare that always brought him back to that one, terrible day in Marineford.

"Ace," he whimpered, the name torn from his throat like rough cloth. "No, Ace, don't go!"

His body suddenly went rigid, his rubber ability stretching him slightly as he tried to reach for something that wasn’t there. He was fighting, lost in the chaotic memory.

You reacted instantly, your large frame shifting until you were kneeling slightly over him. You didn’t shake him. Waking him too abruptly from this nightmare sometimes led to irrational panic. Instead, you caged him gently between your arms, your massive hands settling firmly on either side of his face.

"Luffy. Look at me. Wake up, Captain." Your voice was soothing but firm, a low command meant to anchor him to the present.

His eyes snapped open, wide and glazed, reflecting the faint moonlight filtering through the porthole. For a split second, he didn't recognize you. He saw the red light of the battlefield, the dust, the searing heat. He saw the fist.

Then, he saw your face—close, solid, and undeniably here. His fear didn't vanish, but it rerouted.

"(Your name)!" The relief in that shout cracked like a whip, and without hesitation, he launched himself forward.

You braced yourself, your arms immediately looping around his back. At your size, you were used to being the bedrock, and now, that stability was exactly what Luffy needed. He buried his face against your chest, clinging to you with a ferocity that threatened to bruise, though you knew better than to pull away.

"Shh. I got you," you whispered, your chin resting against the top of his messy hair. The contrast was palpable: your height and solid muscle offered a safe harbour to his trembling form. You felt his heart hammering against your ribs, a frantic little bird trapped in a cage.

You settled back against the headboard, repositioning him until he was fully cradled in your lap, his head tucked beneath your jaw. You were substantial, an immovable object, and the sheer weight of your presence seemed to start dissolving the terror.

"It was… the flame," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the cotton of your sleeping shirt. "Th-the smoke. And then… Ace was laughing, but the laugh was gone, and I couldn't reach him, I just kept stretching, but I couldn't reach—" His voice broke into a wretched sob.

His fear wasn't about vulnerability. It was about failure. The agonizing memory of watching the most important person in his life slip away and feeling utterly powerless was the hole that never truly healed.

You held him tighter, running one of your hands slowly up and down his back, providing a steady heat that was meant to burn away the chill of the grave he had just visited in his mind.

"It’s over now, Captain. You’re here. We’re on the Sunny," you reminded him softly. "Look around. We are safe. And you’re strong. You’re the strongest person I know, Luffy. You survived it."

He clung to you, inhaling the familiar scent of sea salt and your own unique, comforting warmth. The rubber man who could shatter mountains was reduced to a small, whimpering boy in your arms, needing shelter from his own history.

"I don't wanna go back," he whispered, sounding younger than his years. The bond between you two wasn't built on dramatic gestures or grand declarations, it was built on moments like these—understanding the deep-seated pain beneath the perpetually happy exterior, and being the only one allowed access to it.

"You won't have to," you assured him, tilting your head back to stare out at the darkened ceiling. "I'm not going anywhere. I’m right here, holding you. You're stuck with me."

You kept rocking gently, a slow sway that mimicked the movement of the waves. You didn't push him to talk more. You just let him absorb your steadfastness. The minutes stretched into the peaceful night, and gradually, the chaotic trembling in his body began to subside. He was still pressed against you, but the desperation had softened into reliance.

He finally lifted his head, his dark eyes still slightly red-rimmed and watery, catching the soft light. "I saw him," he whispered. "I miss him, (Your name)."

"I know, Captain," you replied, your heart aching for the boy who had already lost so much. "I miss him too. But look at all the people he helped you find. Look at the crew you have now. He protected the future, and that future is you."

You smoothed the wild tangle of his hair back from his forehead, noting the damp sheen of sweat there.

"You don't have to carry that alone," you murmured, your gaze unwavering. "Never alone. I'm strong enough to hold all of it, Luffy. All your fears, all your sadness."

A small, shaky smile finally touched his lips, the kind that only appeared when his guard was completely down. He shifted comfortably, adjusting his weight so that he was lying fully against your chest, his ear resting near your steady heartbeat.

"You’re really tall," he commented suddenly, the non-sequitur a sign that his mind was finally starting to return to his usual playful state. "It’s good. I fit."

“It’s very good,” you agreed, suppressing a chuckle. "Plenty of room here for you to hide."

You watched him relax, the tension draining out of his limbs as the security of your embrace washed over him. He was heavy, warm, and deeply loved.

When his eyes began to flutter shut again, you leaned down, lifting your hand one last time to brush the hair away from his brow. You paused, memorizing the soft vulnerability of his expression—a sight few outside this cabin would ever witness.

Leaning in, you pressed your lips softly against his forehead. The kiss was gentle, lingering—a silent promise of protection, devotion, and unending safety.

"Sleep well, my Captain," you breathed against his skin.

Luffy sighed, burrowing deeper into the protective warmth of your enormous frame. His arm flopped over your waist, the grip now loose and contented. He was back in the Sunny, in the present, safe in the harbour of your embrace. And as you held the future King of the Pirates, you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping again tonight, but you wouldn’t trade that simple, sacred duty for anything in the world. You simply closed your eyes and held on, an unwavering sentinel against the darkness.

Taking things slow is what has this boy unraveling beneath you. It's no secret this Strawhat is always anxious to get moving and so when you hover yourself over him, pressing a hand against his hip as you leisurely tend to his cock, he's sure to let out the sweetest sounds. As you pump his shaft he does his best to stay still, his whines filling the air while the begging words he tries to express become little more than harsh breathes and broken moans.

Prolonging his orgasms is a seemingly brutal thing, his eyes watering from the sensitivity it brings, but you both know he loves every time you bring him back down from his approaching ecstasy. When your session is over he'll use the last of his energy to proclaim how he's getting better at this which makes you laugh along with him.

Luffy practically begs for you to fuck him. He'll rush to get your strap buried deep inside him even while you're still prepping him. Sometimes you'll even walk in on him with fingers pumping in and out of his hole while he smiles uncharacteristically lazily in your direction as a sort of invite. He's quick to meet your thrusts when you hit the bundle of nerves inside him, hand never stopping it's a brisk pace between his legs, thumbing the underside of his cockhead as you stretch his ass around your strap.

Whenever you ride him he'll stare up at you with an adoring smile, the grin slowly fading as his mouth falls open to let out soft breathes of air. His hands dig slightly into your skin as his orgasm builds, and when you bring your own to rest over them he struggles to keep his eyes open while he basks in the pleasure each drop of your hips brings him.

Cockwarming is welcome torture to the Captain, nuzzling into your neck as you face away from him, wordlessly asking for you to move. It's not that he wants you to give in it's quite the opposite. Having you refuse him and make him "earn" his pleasure by being an obedient little thing is far more gratifying than simply receiving it.

In regards to working for his pleasure, he lives to please. He doesn't look for praise but simply to be given something to do. He'll be on top of you in what was meant to be a simple makeout session but when your fingers come to card through his hair and nudge him down softly his eyes light up in excitement. A soft nod is all he needs to hastily make his way in between your thighs, peppering kissing on the soft flesh in thanks is shortlived before he makes his way to his main goal.

When you allow Luffy to ride your thigh it's hard to think of a more beautiful sight. He grinds himself against you as his palm massages the stiffness in his pants, not embarrassed to come on the fabric while his head falls back in pleasure and a bead of sweat trails down his face. His hand is shaky against your shoulder as he uses you for support and you have to turn his chin downwards to remind him to meet your eyes during the scene.