#rob lucci

did another one of these!! suggestions were from twitter + my friends

part one below

The 'shorter' kiss (drabbles)

- ❝request; You're shorter than your man, too short to reach for a kiss unless you tiptoe, tug on his collar and have him lean down for you, that is.❞

˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: Suggestive themes, fluff, teasing, short!reader; SFW. Reader is she/her. 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 300 for each seperate fic, roughly.

₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Rob Lucci, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)

❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: Oda make Mlem and Lucci canon already, thanks! >ᴗ<❞

(short reacts) vol. 2 | "he overhears you talking about him" + one piece men

summary: you’re in another room, talking to someone else. you don’t know they’re around the corner. you say something honest. soft.

characters: zoro, sanji, beckman, kidd, kuzan, smoker, doflamingo, lucci

volume 1 here: (crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon)

You: Is there a reason you omitted the fact you work as a damn assassin for the World Government on our first date?!

Lucci: On your profile you said you liked, and I quote, “Men with a killer style”.

You: I-I meant as in fashion!

Lucci: You complimented my outfit. You even complimented it again today.

You: W-Wait, hold up- What I meant was that I wanted a man with great style, just in a dramatic way! Not that I wanted an actual damn killer who happens to be fashionable!

Lucci: …You also said, “Would be a bonus if you work a government job”.

You: NOT AS A DAMN ASSASSIN FOR THEM!

Lucci: You ALSO said, “Good with animals”. I have a pigeon. Why are you upset that I fit your standards?

You: *staring at him in disbelief*

Of course you can dear, here's your meal!

☆lazy but needy...

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Lucci & Smoker CW : gn!reader, nsfw, specific CW are listed under each character WC : 2,9k

Zoro CW: Zoro is lazy af and won't move his lazy ass, slight size kink, handjob, penetrative sex

Needy, horny, annoyed and frustrated, you squeeze Zoro’s cheek, but all you earn is a sigh. “When are ya gonna stop? Wanna sleep more…” he mumbles, eyes half-open. He's been saying this for hours. Literally speaking. Your boyfriend just doesn’t want to move his ass this morning. You tried everything. Pulling him out of the bed, waste of time, he’s too big and heavy. So you tried to motivate him for his morning training. But no. He won’t move. 

“Come on Zoro…” you sigh, kissing his bare, toned chest, tracing the large scar with your tongue, nuzzling your face against his neck to nibble his earlobe and play with his earrings. 

Zoro’s arms instinctively wrap around your waist as you try to wake him up. “Gimme just five more minutes…”  he mutters, sleepily, barely reacting to your hands caressing his abs. But the second your fingers start to reach lower, he catches your wrist in a blink. “Tryin’ to get laid or what?” He asks, voice still rough with sleep but eyes opened. Today is not the day someone will catch him by surprise. 

“Yeah, as you’re saying, I’m trying.” 

“You annoyed the hell out of me for hours just ‘cause you wanna fuck?” he asks, oblivious as always. “It took you that long to notice?” All you gain is a stoic face. “Need to be clear when askin' somethin', can't guess.”

“So please, can we fuck?” You answer, unable to hide the sarcasm in your tone. Zoro studies you, watching every single inch of your body. All you’re wearing is one of his shirts, way too large for you, and your underwear. Something shines in his eyes. You know this gaze. Lust.

“‘Kay. But up to you. Won’t move. If you wanna fuck so bad, then come get what you want. You gonna do all the work, for once.” 

“Lazy ass” you tease, but you’re too eager to refuse. And Zoro’s body is a beautiful throne to sit on. You straddle him and lazily, he rests his head against his arms, ready to watch you do all the work and get what you want. 

You grind your ass against his naked body because he’s also too lazy to wear pajamas. With each roll of your hips, you moan, trying to find the perfect friction that makes you squirm, and you feel Zoro’s cock hardening as he observes you, but still not willing to move a single finger. 

“Your cock is wide awake, at least.” You wrap your hand around his length, jerking him off just how he likes it. Finally, you get a reaction. He bites his lips, bucking his hips, claiming more of you. He sighs with pleasure as he rests his head comfortably on the pillow.

“Keep doin’ this.” He pushes his cock further into your hand, making you feel how hard he’s, thick and ready for you, cockhead leaking with precum. 

“Gonna ride me or what?” he grunts and you just laugh. “Just five more minutes, I’m sleepy.”

He rolls his eyes, annoyed by your little game. You're edging him for five minutes straight. His cock is now so hard that it must almost be painful for him. As you lean closer to Zoro, he grabs your chin and gives you a slow kiss. “Five minutes over. Do your work.”

A deep groan escapes his throat as he feels your warmth against his tip. Inch by inch, you impale yourself on his dick, feeling his thick girth stretch you wide open, as always. Through gritted teeth, he hisses as you slowly take him until he’s buried balls deep inside you. Zoro’s eyes flutter closed at the slow, delicious feeling of you sliding down onto his length. “Yeah, just like this.” 

Up. Down. You move your hips. Settling the rhythm. Arching your head in delight each time this divine cock bottoms you out, hitting that spot that makes you squirm in delight. “Ya know how to use your hips, right?” His voice is so thick with lust and desire now. The view is so… intoxicating. Your hole taking his cock so well, how you roll your hips, your muscles working as you fuck him. He swallows hard. 

And finally, his hands grab your hips tightly. He lifts you up and slams you back down, again and again. 

Maybe he’s willing to share the work after all this time.

Sanji CW: soft sex, oral sex, body worship, penetrative sex, Sanji is a sweetheart and Luffy is annoying

You’re already a whinny mess. Just because of Sanji’s head buried between your legs, making you feel his divine tongue. It started gently, as always, with a soft kiss as soon as you both woke up, then cuddles, hands caressing each other, enjoying a quiet and peaceful morning. And here you are now. Shaky legs, shaky breath, shaky voice, yes, just shaky. 

“Sanji… I…” you can’t even speak properly, not when he’s making you feel this good. Honestly, all your mornings start with Sanji making you cum with his mouth only, before he sneaks out of the bedroom to cook breakfast. But today… he’s taking all his time, edging you so bad your mind is dizzy. “Sanji… the crew… breakfast.” He kisses your inner thighs. “I don’t care, they can wait, what I want this morning is you.” Even the sound of his voice so close to your sensitive skin is sending shivers down your spine. 

Sanji’s tongue is so eager, so hungry, yet so soft as always. Like if you were a refined meal that can only be eaten slowly, carefully, to enjoy every single bite. “I could do this for hours…” he sighs. 

“I… I know… but… I need you more…” 

Sanji’s eyes are so soft when he looks at your face all flushed. “Well, I aim to serve you, and only you. If you want me, you will have me, love.” 

It’s so gentle when he holds your hands, his cock bottoming you out, hips rolling deep and slow. With your fingers interlaced, Sanji captures your lips softly, biting your lower lips with care, always careful because he would never hurt you. You moan as he slides in and out with such reverence, every move so gentle, like he’s worshipping you. Sanji makes love, always. When you moan a bit to load, he kisses you again, swallowing your cute little whines. His hands are everywhere, on your hips, then brushing your hair, your face… When he breaks the kiss, it’s only to bury his face in your neck, inhaling your scent and peppering gentle kisses all over it. 

Waves of pleasure are sweet. It builds softly, gently. Heating your body with each thrust that hits that spot deep inside. “Gonna cum” you whine. At your words, Sanji loses control slightly. He moves a little deeper and harder, still gentler, but with more urgency. He buries his face in your neck one more time, muffling his own moan as he chases his own release along with yours.

And the waves submerged you both. Not like a tsunami. More like a peaceful and quiet sea. Sanji fills you up, his cock twitching inside you, his fingers keep moving, sloppy, lazy, as he covers your faces with kisses. “You’re always so perfect for me…” 

He stays in you for a while, feeling your warmth, your inner walls wrapping his dick as you both cool down, before finally pulling out. As always, Sanji, pampers you like as if you were a precious jewel. He cleans you. Examine your body, looking for any injury. Make sure you’re doing okay. “I’m not so fragile, you know?” You tease him. 

He’s about to say something, but a loud scream makes you both almost jump out in surprise. Just Luffy complaining because the food is not ready… Sanji sighs. “Duty calls, but before I go…” he grabs your chin and gives you the most delightful french kiss.

Lucci CW: Lucci is acting like a horny feline bc you're his breakfast and catnip. I will always hcs Lucci as a kitty when he’s alone/with his s/o, scratching, biting, slight blood, oral sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, hickeys

Plunged in a comfortable slumber, you don’t notice that for once, Lucci is awake before you. During his rest days, all he likes to do is low-key matching his Devil Fruit, so basically, acting like a feline. Sleeping all day long, annoying you, and never missing a chance to be a little mean or sadist when he’s teasing you. Just like a feline, really.

He takes a look at you, your face buried in the pillow, arms wrapped around it. For a second, he thinks about sneaking out of the bedroom and works anyway, because that’s just him, a workaholic. But then, you move in your sleep, revealing a piece of your bare chest… Well, finally, he wants some catnip before going to work. Lust glitters in his dark eyes as he approaches you, slowly, calm, silent, discreet as always. 

Claws run softly on your skin. Then, something sweet, like a feather caressing your shoulder. A poke on your cheek. A purr in your ears. Fingers playing with your hair, then running down your face, reaching for your lips. Like an annoying cat walking on your face straight in the morning, Lucci always loves to wake you up this way when he’s feeling horny. You mutter something in your sleep, but Lucci continues to annoy you, nibbling your earlobe and whispering in your ear. “Enough sleep. Time to wake up.” With his voice always controlled, but lower than usual, pure velvet. 

“You say you’re not a feline but you really act like one,” you mumble, opening your eyes, blinking a few times as you emerge from your deep, comfortable sleep. “What do you want anyway… it’s just a lazy day…” 

Lucci’s claws reach for your lower lip, then your chin as he leans even more closer, his long, dark hair falling free on his face and brushing your skin. “I want to eat my breakfast.” 

You just look at him and huffs, voice thick with irritation. “And? I think you’re clever enough to figure out how to open a fridge.” 

He retracts his claws, and with slow, calculated, predator moves, he leans closer, brushing his lips against your lovely neck and biting it, his thumb retracing all the marks and hickeys he left on your skin yesterday. “I decided you’re going to be my breakfast.” He murmurs and his voice, so… smooth, leaves shiver and goosebumps all over your skin. His lips delicately trace the shape of your face, and he sighs. “Your smell is betraying you… someone’s eager but won’t admit it.” He mocks.

He plays with you, like a feline with his prey. Soft caresses on your skin. And then, a brutal bite on your shoulder. A gentle kiss on your lips. The, his claws scratching cautiously your legs. His eyes, never leaving yours, glistening with satisfaction with each of your squirm, each of your moans as he targets all your weaknesses, sucking your nipples, circling them with his tongue, leaving a trail of bites and hickeys on your neck because you’re his and only his.

 Taking all his time to play with your nerves, his mouth runs along your forehead, your nose, each curve on your body, before reaching for your ankles, your legs, your inner thighs… eliciting harsh breaths and little moans of anticipation. But he’s just edging you, waiting for you to surrender.

His warm breath ghosting over your skin, he murmurs “So. You still want to pretend you’re not… hungry?” 

You try to grab a hand of his hair, but he escapes easily from your grip. You. Will. Surrend. His mouth is everywhere, except where you want it the most. Same with his fingers, lazily playing with your nipples, pinching them just for the pleasure to watch you squirm. 

“Damn, you woke me up so now, do your fucking job.” 

He shakes his head no in answer. “No, you can do better. Where are your manners?” He grunts, biting your earlobe. When he whispers, his lips pressed against your ears, your whole body shakes in need and anticipation. “You know me. You know my tongue. You know I can help you to have a good day, all you have to do is to surrender…” He nearly purrs. 

And you surrender.

Lucci’s tongue never misses. His mouth is always precise, and so, so eager. A flicker of his tongue. A soft bite. Soft kisses. A bit of sucking. His fingers spread your legs, scratching them when they shake too much for his liking. 

And finally, everything turns into pure bliss. As you lazily lie on the bed, your head resting comfortably on the pillow, Lucci slides his length inside you in one, painfully long, deliberately slow thrust. A low grunt echoes in his throat at the feeling of your tight wall around his cock. His hips roll in gentle circles, but his hands on your hips are betraying him. He craves for more. 

The moment you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss, you whisper. “Don’t hold back.” 

An ache of pain pulses in your lips when he bites it until you slightly bleed. Your body jolts with each thrust. His claws scratch you whenever they move on your hips or legs, spreading them wide open. With a grunt, he plunges his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck, before licking the little drop of blood like a starving beast. His hips snap, savage, rough. Without mercy, he snatches one of your legs, puts it on his shoulder, and fucks you even deeper, making you moan, scream, you’re just a whinny, needy mess. Your moans, his grunts, the skin slapping against skin and bed creaking echoes in the bedroom with his hard thrust. He’s lost in his frenzy, you in your lust and pleasure, brutal, hot waves ravishing your lower stomach. Brutal. Primal need.Like if he wanted to make it clear that you're his territory and no one can touch you. It feels like his cock is claiming you. Only him can fuck you. Only him can make you cry because it’s so good you can’t handle it. Only him can pound into you, bite you. And so do you. 

You’re his breakfast. And his only. Feline never shares their prey, meal... or favorite catnip.

Smoker CW: quickie, rough sex, penetrative sex, slight spanking, slight hair pulling, slight size kink, slight cream pie

You wake up as soon as you feel Smoker’s warmth, strong embrace letting go of your body, and with a sleepy, stuttering voice, you complain, “Stay with me…” 

Your lover looks at you, all comfy under the bedsheets, hair totally messy and how you’re trying your best to hold back a yawn. “Work can’t wait. But I’ll be home tonight.” 

It's not possible for him to leave you so quickly. He just returned from a long mission yesterday and was so exhausted that he fell asleep as soon as he laid down on the mattress… he just kissed you goodnight and that’s all. You need him… the longing was so painful, weeks without his mouth, his touch, his cock… 

“Don’t go, stay in bed with me…” you beg with a little pout. He sighs, his heart melting as always when it comes to you, but work can’t be delayed... “I’ll see you this evening, I’ll be back soon, promise.” With a sloppy move, you toss the bedsheet aside and grab his wrist. “You can’t leave me alone all day long without showing me how much you missed me…” 

He hears you, but his eyes are glued to your body. Wearing nothing but loose pajama pants reveals your lower stomach. Damn, he missed that view. Almost forgot how intoxicating your beauty was. At the sight of your waist, your collarbone, shoulders and that pajamas… All he can think about now is to yank it down and show you how much he missed you. But he has so little time… he can’t be late. Pirates need to be tamed. 

“Fuck, look at you…” he grunts. “You won. I’ll show you how much I missed you. I guess I won’t be late, you’re always so needy and eager when you miss me you just can’t help but cum fucking fast.” his voice is laced with gentle teasing and thick with lust as he gives up and takes down that damn pajama, revealing your naked body to him. “I won’t finger you, or you’re going to cum. I want you to feel my cock, so you will remember it all day long, right?” 

You just nod, so needy you’re barely listening to what he’s saying. Your whole world trembles when two strong hands flip you up in one move, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Missed that view, your little ass is always so perfect.” Smoker’s eyes darken with lust, then he spanks your ass one more time before grabbing your hips and slamming into you. You let out a moan of delight, pleasure, and pain because you almost forgot how thick his cock was. It’s stretching you open. But you’re taking every single inch. You need them. You need him. 

He pounds into you, roughly, quickly, spanking your ass, pulling your hair back, making you arch your spine. With each thrust, you feel stretched beyond relief and you whine, squirming in need and pleasure because his cockhead is reaching this perfect spot that makes you cum so bad. You’re so turned on, even the sound of Smoker’s hips slapping against your ass is making you beg for more. Until you can’t handle it anymore, your shaky arms are unable to support your weight. With your face and chest buried in the mattress, you make a mess on the bedsheets as the orgasm destroys you like a starving beast, making you shiver, scream and cry. Smoker’s cock twitching inside you, filling you up until your hole is leaking, is making you feel so… full.

Fucked, you missed him. “Look at you. Five minutes were enough.” He flips you on your back and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek and then your lips. If he had more time, he would have cuddled you, cleaned you up, and held you for hours, as always. Damn work. He sighs, but before leaving, he caresses your body one last time and whispers to your ear.  “Tonight, I promise I will take my sweet time with you until you can’t take it anymore, and then, I'll take care of you, so you better get ready for me. Right?"