#rob lucci

Rob Lucci

(Note: this man… I’m not normal about him)

Rob Lucci is a man of focus.

He doesn’t melt, doesn’t break, doesn’t bend.

A machine, if you must.

He was overlooking some reports concerning updates of the Underworld; feet landed on top of the table, his hat and tie slung over the chair. Even Hattori was nudging on some seeds by the table. He had that usual look on his face.

The: half-bored-half-scowling-cus-I’m-broody-and-stoic- look.

And that’s when you came in—he doesn’t glance, doesn’t look your way but he knows it’s you just from the steps.

“I’m working, so unless it’s important—“

You leech onto him in an embrace.

He freezes. Not blinking.

You dig your face into his neck. Burying. Nuzzling. Kissing him. Only then does he take his gaze to you. Letting go of the reports.

“… is everything as it should—?”

“Rob,” your hand places on his cheek, tilting his face to you as you give him a kiss on the lips. Quick, gentle, before giving him another three pecks on his cheek. Meanwhilst, you manoeuvre into his lap.

“Hey.” He says — and you only crash your face back into his neck. Humming. Taking in his scent. Dark cologne and brandy. He hesitates placing his hands on you.

“What’s gotten into you.” He tries to catch your gaze but you’ve made yourself at home under his chin.

“Rob…”

“Hm?”

“Call me pretty.”

He blinks. Lips parting.

And then a hand goes to your face. Pulling your cheek.

“Owowowow—“

He let’s go.

“What was that for!?” You rub your cheek, giving him a frown.

“I had to check if you were the real deal.” He leans back and you hmph.

Burying your face back in his neck.

… he’s not saying you’re pretty. You decide to punish him. Just a little. You give his neck a lick. A kiss. A nibble. Just a small one.

Rob is a man of focus. Doesn’t break, doesn’t bend, doesn’t melt. But for the first time in a long, long time—he flinches. Tenses.

“Did something happen?” He says at last and you shake your head. “No. I just missed you Rob.” You say, nestling your face into him. You adjust your seat in his lap, so to angle yourself deeper, closer to him. “I missed you so much.”

He blinks, and carefully, carefully, he places his hands above your shoulder blades. Breathing as slowly as he can.

… right. Aha.

Sure. He’ll buy it.

His heart didn’t skip a beat. No. Absolutely not. Not Rob Lucci. And he’s not breaking, or bending or melting at all. Not at all — not even when he places his hand on the small of your back. pulling you closer. Kissing you back. (Lies)

Rob will let you rub yourself against him, like a cat marking her territory. He does not mind. No in fact, when your scent sticks to his shirt, he’ll hesitate putting it into the washer. But only hesitating.

Sir Crocodile

He was pissed.

Well. When isn’t Crocodile pissed?

Probably when he’s reading about rare mushrooms and where to gather them. Or when he overlooks his bananawani, like a proud father who can’t admit he has a soft spot for them.

Now, however — he isn’t smiling. Or laughing. Or smirking. No the man is scowling. Hard. The report paper crumbling in his hands as he sees Buggy’s spending habits finally starting to catch up to his schemes.

That’s when you tiptoe your way in to his office. He does not look your way, only takes a quick smoke before taking his cigar out his mouth. “Not now darling; I’m in the middle of work—“

You lock him in to an embrace without so much a word and he freezes.

He feels you nudging your face into his spine. Pulling him deeper from behind.

He glances over his shoulder. A sweat droplet slipping down his cheek. “… are you well? Did something happen—?” He turns to face you but you won’t let go.

You shake your head. Face buried in his chest. Arms still locked around his waist.

The report paper is suddenly all forgotten as it trickles down the floor. “You sure—?”

You press your face deeper into his chest.

He smells so good. Like something refined and expensive; you can’t get enough of it. Enough of him.

You look up from his waist and he tenses at the sight of your face. Flushed cheeks and eyes begging for more.

“I missed you; I want to be near you. Is that okay? Or are you too busy?” You don’t mean to sound whiny or pleading but whatever tone you’re using; it’s working.

He sets his work aside for you — steers you both down into his arm chair. Letting you nestle close into his chest, his skin.

You tug onto him like a little kitten mewling for its mother. You take in his scent, more and more and more, not once getting enough. You even earn a chuckle from him.

“You’re clingy today—what’s the change of heart?”

You withdraw only so you can stare at his handsome, smug face. You lean in and steal a kiss on the lips. Then on his cheek, jaw, nose and eye lid. You kiss everywhere and anywhere, ending it again on his lips.

His face is twitching as he tries his best to hold his composure.

“Jus’ missed you.”

“… I see.” He says, a smirk pulling on his lip. Tugging you closer.

He won’t be letting you go for a good while.

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law just finished an operation.

Figuratively speaking; he’s dead.

All he wants is to catch a nap before sunrise — opening his bedroom door however, he’ll spot you sitting on his bed.

He blinks; watching you inch closer. Your steps slow, deliberate—as if prowling for a kill.

“Hey, what’s up—?”

You lunge your arms over his shoulders, tiptoeing as you bring him into an embrace.

He tenses. Immediately.

Even when you press yourself against him, even when you take in the scent of him and your hands travel up his shoulders, to his neck and into his hair.

Your voice goes dangerously close to his ear. “Law… you smell so good.”

He blinks. Seven times to be exact.

“… yeah…?”

“Mhm.” You pull away, smiling. Arms still slung over his shoulders.

The tips of his ear are shot red.

You’re smiling, and your cheeks are round but he decides to ask anyways. “Is everything alright?”

You nod, leaning in and stealing a peck on his lips, hands sliding down to his chest. You tug him, steering him to bed.

“Uhhhhhhh—“ is what leaves his mouth when you press him down onto his mattress and climb over him. Locking your body over his. Digging your face under his collarbones.

“Hey. Babe.” He looks up, now it isn’t just his ears being red, but his face too. “I… uh I—?”

You glance up from his chest. “Shhh. Just let me hug you and enjoy it while it lasts.

The Surgeon of Death folds like a piece of paper.

Yeah sure — whatever his pretty girl wants.

Law sinks back down onto his pillow. Letting out the biggest breath from his chest. Heart pounding a little bit too fast.

He’s gonna sleep good tonight alright.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Donquixote Doflamingo.

Controlled, flamboyant and charismatic. Enough to fool a King and his kingdom that is.

It was dead in the night. He had just tucked you in a few hours ago.

Now — he was overlooking some of Vergo’s reports, wine glass half empty as he hears you tiptoeing inside his office.

He glances to you, this time; he wore no glasses or a grin. His eyes were tired, his face quiet but when you enter with a blanket wrapped around yourself—you earn a small incredulous little smirk.

“Oh? Can’t sleep cariña?” He says putting down the reports as you inch near.

You don’t say anything as you approach him, only looming over him when you finally come close.

He doesn’t pull you in — just watching your pretty face. “Go on… Is there something you want—?”

You lift your blanket, wrapping it over him with you. You come close, leaning into his hair. Taking in the scent of him.

For a moment — Doflamingo just blinks.

Even as you come closer, pulling him to you with the blanket and nestling your face into his neck.

“You’re warm.” You say, and move into his lap. Only then does Doffy look up. Brows pulling. “… are you upset? Did something happen?”

You shake your head. Adjusting your seat on his crotch. “No, I jus’ wanna be near you. That’s all. Promise.”

Funnily enough — the way he lets you settle in, it’s almost a bit clumsy. His hands hover above your hips, he leans back as if to not invade your space and his shoulders are tense.

But when you rest your cheek on his chest only then does he soften up.

He lands his hands on top of your shoulder blades. Bringing you close. Face leaning down to your ear. Voice hot on your skin.

“What’s with the special treatment?” He grins, “trying to earn yourself a reward—?”

“Yes. I am.” You look up to him “I missed you. I want to feel you, be with you. That’s what I want.”

And it’s like you stole his breath away. He blinks, chest empty. Grin immediately gone and something vulnerable, something raw appears on his face.

For once — this charlatan is at loss for words.

The fact that you want him, even when you know his true nature—it brings such a soft ache in his chest that he can’t describe as anything but relief.

When you see that he can’t answer you only give him a sheepish smile. Kissing the corner of his lip.

“Don’t get all ahead of yourself — I’m just clingy for tonight.” You say, tugging onto him. Burying your face in his neck.

And he scoffs.

Embracing and kissing you back.

Roronoa Zoro

He was sharpening his sword when you trudged inside.

He gives you one sharp glance. “If you’re gonna nag about how I forgot to buy you snacks then—“

Your steps are fast, hard—plunging. And before he knows it, you’re grabbing onto his bicep.

He freezes. Whatever he was doing with his sword — long forgotten.

For a moment; there is just silence between you two.

You nudging your face into his arm.

Him malfunctioning from your sudden switch in behaviour.

He glances to you, almost motorically.

“Oi. What’s going on.”

You cling onto him harder. And when you kiss his bicep, only then does he flinch.

“H-hey, if this is some tactic to go get me run you errands, it’s not working—“

“Zoro,” you breathe, looking up to him.

And he turns pink.

Must you be so damn pretty lady?

He clicks his tongue, looking away.

Returning to sharpening his sword.

You tug onto him. “Zoro.”

He pretends you aren’t there.

“Zorooooo” you whine, pulling him and tugging his arm but he tries his best to ignore his heart pounding out of his chest.

“What is it.” He bites back when you lunge over his back. Your chest pressed onto his spine as you lean over his shoulders.

“Pay attention to meee~” you whine out and looks to you. Eye twitching.

“Did something happen? You’re awfully clingy.”

You make a face and he grumbles.

Damn it. Fine. You win. Whatever.

He turns to face you, and you immediately push your face between his pecs.

Arms slung over his shoulders. You take in the scent of him. He smells so good, you just want to bite him.

“Everything alright?” He says at last, carefully bringing you close and you shake your head. “I missed you. I just wanna be with you. That’s all.”

“You sure that’s all—?”

You bring your mouth to his neck. Kissing him. Nibbling him.

“You smell so good. I want to eat you.”

He blinks. And then closes his eye. Sighing. Admitting defeat.

He’ll let you cling yourself onto him, let you rub and kiss him. Heart pounding out of his chest.

And when this moment of yours is over; he’ll miss it more than a touch starved sailor at sea.

ZORO

You’re in the kitchen with Nami. Soft conversation. Warm lighting. Laughing a little over booze.

“I mean, I don’t think he even realizes how much I watch him,” you say, smiling. “He’s always so focused. So serious.”

Nami raises a brow. “Wow, you’ve got it bad.”

You nod. “I know.” Then softer—like it slipped out: “I love him.”

Around the corner—Zoro stops walking.

Completely.

Stares ahead like someone just threw a sword through his chest.

He backs up. Quiet. Leans against the wall.

Breathes. Once. Twice.

“…Shit.”

When you leave the kitchen later, he’s waiting outside. Doesn’t say anything. Just pulls you to him, forehead resting on yours.

“Say it again,” he whispers. You blink. “What?”

“I need to hear it. Straight from you.”

You soften into a smile. “I love you.”

He mutters something under his breath that sounds like finally— then kisses you like he plans to hear it every day for the rest of his goddamn life.

SANJI

You’re helping Robin prep some herbs for dinner. Quiet. Peaceful.

“He’s such a flirt,” you say. “But he doesn’t realize how sincere he really is. He’s gentle. He listens. He remembers.”

Robin hums knowingly. “Sounds like you’re awfully smitten.”

You laugh, bashful. Then: “I love him, Robin.”

Outside, just beyond the doorway—Sanji nearly drops the wine bottle he was carrying.

His heart is pounding like cannon fire.

He peeks in. Sees you smiling. Glowing. Talking about him.

He exhales slowly. Hand on his chest.

“Mon dieu…”

Later that night, when everyone’s winding down, he pulls you aside. Hands shaking just a little.

“Did you mean it?” he asks. “What you said... to Robin.”

You blink, cheeks already flushing. “Y-You heard that?”

He grabs your hand. Brings it to his lips.

“I felt it,” he murmurs. “And I’ve never wanted to hear something so badly in my life.”

When you say it again, against his lips, he doesn’t kiss you. He hugs you first. So tightly you start squirming. Then kisses you like you’re an oath he’s taken for life.

SMOKER

You’re talking to Tashigi. Voice soft. Steady.

“He’s not easy to be around,” you admit, a little smile on your lips. “But I’ve never felt safer. Or more seen. I don’t think he realizes how much that means to me.”

She smiles behind her glasses. “You care for him very deeply.”

You nod. “I do. I love him.”

Out in the hall, Smoker freezes.

He’d been walking past—cigars in mouth, usual scowl in place— But now?

Everything stops.

He leans against the wall. Quiet. Processing.

You love him.

Him.

The man made of smoke and walls and muttered complaints.

Later, he walks into your room without knocking.

You look up, startled. “Smoker?”

He walks over. Pulls you into his chest. Doesn’t let go.

“Just… say it to my face next time, would you?”

You blink. “What?”

He exhales. “The thing. That you told Tashigi earlier.”

You freeze. Then soften into a smile. “What? That I love you?”

He groans softly—like it hurts. Then leans in, presses his forehead to yours.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “That.”

A few silent moments settle around you both. You smile as his thumb traces your cheek, his eyes locked on your lips.

“You mean it?” he mutters.

You smile, rising on your tiptoes as you press your lips to his. “You know I do.”

KUZAN

You’re sitting beside Borsalino. Talking quietly.

“He’s so complicated,” you say, swirling tea in your cup. “Acts so nonchalant, but he’s kind in ways no one sees. Soft when he doesn’t mean to be. And I love him for all of it.”

Kizaru just hums with a quiet smile, nodding like he already knew.

Around the corner—Kuzan stops breathing.

He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. Just… caught the tail end.

But that line. That line.

It lands like a knife made of flames right in his cold chest.

He backs away slowly. Hands in his pockets. Trying to play it cool.

Fails completely.

That night, he knocks softly on your door.

You open it, surprised. “Hey.”

He stands there, quiet. Watching you. Like he’s trying to memorize you again.

Then—softly: “You love me?”

You blink, startled. A bit scared. “...Y-You heard that?”

“Didn’t mean to.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Just… couldn’t pretend I didn’t.”

You look down. Step closer. “Yeah. I do.”

He exhales. Deep. Shaky. Then pulls you in, arms wrapping around you like you’re the only safe place left on earth.

“…Good,” he says against your hair. “Makes us both idiots.”

KIDD

You’re sitting at the workbench with Killer. Talking low.

“He’s such an ass sometimes,” you mutter. “But he remembers the smallest things. He fixes stuff without asking. And when he’s soft—god he’s so stupidly soft.”

Killer doesn’t say a word, but he ruffles your hair.

You laugh. A little embarrassed. Then—quiet. Almost shy: “Killer, I love that idiot.”

Outside, around the corner, Kidd has completely stopped functioning.

He was mid-lecture at Heat—paused. Mid-word. Mid-rage.

“…Did you hear that?” he says, like someone just punched him in the chest.

Heat opens his mouth. Closes it. Quietly walks away.

Kidd leans against the wall. Breathes like he’s holding back an explosion.

Later, he finds you. Doesn’t say much. Just steps in close.

“You told Killer something earlier.”

You freeze. Flush. “D-Did I?! Haha, I don't remem—”

“—Don’t even try.”

He stands in your way. Eyes narrowed. Voice low.

“Instead, why don’t you say it to me this time.”

You fold under his intense glare. “I... I love you, okay?”

He grabs your face. Pulls you in.

“You better.”

And then kisses the lights out of you.

BECKMAN

You’re with Yasopp and Lucky Roo. Laughing over drinks.

“He’s so calm, it makes you forget how dangerous he is,” you say. “But that’s what I love about him. I feel safe. Like I can breathe around him.”

They raise their eyebrows. Yasopp pulls a teasing smile.

“Ohooo, that’s a big word. We hear that right?”

You nod. “Yeah. I love him, you guys.”

Down the hall—Beckman stops.

He was walking in. Coffee in hand. Chill as ever. Now? His fingers curl around the mug.

You love him.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t walk in. Just stands there for a minute. Soaking it in. Processing.

Then walks away. And comes back later—heart pounding.

Finds you alone.

“Hey,” he says casually. “Got a second?”

You nod. He steps close. Not too close.

“You said something earlier. To the guys.”

You blink. “Oh. You heard that?”

He nods. “Do me a big favor and say it again. Right now.”

You smile. “...I love you, Beck.”

He exhales. Soft. Grabs the back of your neck and kisses your forehead like it’s sacred.

“…Then I think it’s about time I start acting like I’m worthy of that.”

DOFLAMINGO

You’re sitting on a couch, talking quietly to Vergo. Voice low.

“He’s... lost in his own world sometimes,” you say with a fond smile. “But I think I see more than he wants people to. There’s softness under the madness. And I love him for both parts.”

Vergo smiles. Like he sees it too. “You told him yet?”

You shake your head. “He’d laugh. Or twist it into a cruel joke.” Then softer— “But I do. I love him. Both parts.”

“Heaven and demon.”

Around the corner, Doflamingo has gone absolutely still.

He was headed in to gloat about something stupid. Now? He’s frozen. Stuck in place.

You love him, huh? Both parts?

Not just the mask, not just the monster. Him, the two parts that make up the whole.

Later, he walks in casually. Like nothing happened.

But his glasses are off.

“You love me, sweetheart?” he says flatly. Like he's trying to push something down, while opening it apart at the seams.

You nearly drop the glass in your hand. “Wait—what—”

He’s in front of you in two strides. Looks right through you.

“Say it. I want to hear you say it when you know I’m listening.”

You stare back, defiant. “I love you, Doffy.”

He exhales. Shaky. Covers his eyes. Like he hates what it does to him.

What you do to him.

“Stupider than I pegged you for...” he mutters.

Then lowers his hand. Grabs his glasses. Grins.

Small. Real. A little shaky.

“…Fine. I’m yours, then. You better be ready for that.”

LUCCI

You’re in the corner of a quiet hallway, talking to Kaku.

“I don’t think he even knows how much I care,” you whisper. “He’s so guarded. But I see it—the little things. The way he notices. The way he protects without ever admitting it.”

Kaku nods. “You sound in deep.”

You smile. “I am. I love him.”

Down the hall, Lucci stops moving.

Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. Just… listens.

You love him.

And you said it like it wasn’t terrifying. Like it wasn’t impossible.

Like it was true, of all things.

He doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t confront you. Just turns. Walks away. Quiet.

Later, he shows up at your door. Doesn’t knock. Just opens it.

You blink. “Lucci?”

He walks over. Stares down at you.

“You were speaking with Kaku earlier.”

You hesitate. “…I was.”

He nods. Slow. Serious.

“You said you love me.”

You pause. Then nod. “I meant it.”

He touches your face. Lightly. Almost unsure.

Then pulls you in. Forehead to forehead.

“Don’t love me,” he mutters.

“Then don’t touch me,” you counter.

Yet his hands don’t leave yours.

"Lucci baby! What took you so long?" You clung onto him, kissing his cheek. The older man grumbled, taking his hat off and kicked off his shoes.

"Not now, doll." Lucci spoke quietly, a hint of irritation underlining his words. He sat on the couch, legs spread and crossing his arms. You glared at him.

His uniform that was open at his chest.

His thighs that was flexed beneath his ivory pants.

His predatory eyes.

All of it made you muddled in the brain. Your core clenched around nothing as you padded over to him, soft pink skirt swaying with every step. "Lucci," You whined, "it's been so long since we've spent time together." Lucci's eye twitched in irritation. "Yesterday, we were out all day, might I remind you?" You shook your head.

"No! I mean yeah but I'm talking about...y'know?" You grew timid and Lucci raised an eyebrow. He didn't miss your thighs pressing together.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Enlighten me, doll." His fingers moved in a 'come hither' motion and you obeyed.

"Sit." Lucci patted his right thigh and you straddled it, perching there. He flexed it and you gasped. "Now tell me...what is it that you're referring to? I thought I was spending plenty of time with you. " Lucci tilted his head, smirking.

"I-I..." You couldn't speak. He sat there with a heavy hand on your hip. Lucci shifted you, making you grind on his thigh. You bit your knuckle, letting out soft whines. Wetness was already building up and it had not even been ten minutes.

"Better yet, show me since you want to a slutty brat." Lucci gripped you hip and forced you to move your lower half. You let out a breathless gasp as lewd sounds filled the atmosphere. "Lucci..." You sighed his name. Your hand braced his shoulder while the other gripped his knee. Your hips rolled hypontically against his thick thigh. You just sat on his thigh and you already felt stupid.

Lucci's hand caught your hip and halted your movements. He clicked his teeth and observed the prominant wet spot on his slacks. "Look at that. Such a mess you've made and I have not even touched you." Lucci tugged on your panties, causing you to lurch forward. "Ahh－! Lucci!" Your hips stuttered and chased the friction of your damp panties against his slacks. Lucci was gripping onto your waist while you rolled your hips against his thigh, head tilted back in utter pleasure.

"Fuck, how long have you been feeling this needy, hmm? Was I neglecting my pretty bunny?" Lucci condescendingly cooed. His hand slid down, moving to your ass under your skirt and gave your ass a firm spank. "Lu－shit ahh－Lucci!" Your hips moved desperately against his thigh. Your panties were completely soaked. Lucci looked down at the mess you're creating between the two of you. He lifted the front of your skirt, cock throbbing at the sight of your cunt drooling all over his one clean pants. Lucci watched as your movements grew more desperate, signaling you were close. He flexed his thigh and the thick muscle caught your clitoris and you lurched foward. "So dumb already and I haven't even fucked you yet." Lucci growled against your ear. His rough words pushed you to the edge.

"Fuck, I'm－hah－ I'm coming. Please let me come!" You cried and gripped his shoulders. With a tilt of his head and an iron grip on your waist, Lucci pressed you down harder onto his thigh.

"Come. Break apart for me, doll." He took his free hand to behind your neck and whispered raggedly to your ear. Your cries were music to his ears. The way you moaned, hips stuttering as you orgasmed. Lucci's hand slowed your hips as you came down from your high.

Heavy pants and breaths filled the air. Your hand moved to his bulge subconsciously and he shuddered.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, bunny,” Lucci taunts as you cams all over their thigh. “But you're not done yetーyou don’t look sated."

Lucci tilted his head and you caught his predatory glint. You nodded dumbly and began moving your hips again, to which Lucci chuckled darkly.

"That's my good girl."

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

cw- fingers in mouth, clit stimulation, spitting (in ur mouth yum), he's such an ass man (prove me wrong)

The Sunny was quiet at night.

Everyone was asleep, except for you and a certain swordsman. Zoro often stayed up, keeping watch while everyone was peacefully dreaming. You offered to stay up because you felt bad he was mostly alone but he often brushed it off.

You were crisscrossed on the floor of the crow's nest while Zoro worked out. While reading, your mind drifted to his grunts with every rep. You peeked over your book, catching the way his thighs flexed with every heavy lift of his weights under his shorts

Zoro caught you spacing out, placing the weights down. "Hmm? What are you looking at, baby?" Your eyes widened and averted, trying to look anything but him. "Uh, nothing...?" The question in your tone convinced Zoro what he was thinking.

He walked over, setting your book down. "You're such a liar. That pretty face of yours tells me otherwise." Zoro lifted you with ease, arms settling behind your thighs and under your skirt. He sat on his training bench where he does bench presses. Zoro slotted his thigh between your legs as he set you down.

"You've been oggling at me for awhile now. Mind tellin' me what's going on up here? Or are you already dumb?" He tapped your temple. Zoro's chuckle rumbled deeply as he watched you, already posing a pleasure-drunken face as you shift your hips over your thigh.

Curious, he lifted your skirt and to his surprise, you had no panties on. "No panties huh...you've been needing this, yeah? Is that why you offered to stay up with me?" Zoro tilted his head, his golden earring catching the moonlight. Your answer came out as a broken moan as he flexed his thigh.

Zoro's grip on your ass was tight, preventing you from moving. "Answer." His voice was commanding, sending a shiver down your spine and making your cunt clench around nothing. You nodded dumbly, "Yes, I-I've been wanting to ride your thighs for so long." His hands crossed behind his head. "Go on then, use me like you need me." Zoro leaned back, licking his lips as you grinded onto his thighs. Soft pants filled the air of the crow's nest.

"Zoro, please...I need you."

"Yeah? But you already have me."

You pouted and pulled his hands to your waist. Zoro always loved when you took charge when he wad lazy (which was most of the time). He smirked and pressed you down firmer on his thigh and simultaneously flexed his thigh. More wetness accumulated. Zoro took his ring and middle finger, flicking against your hardened clitoris. With every swipe of his fingers, more and more of your arousal coated his fingers.

Your soft pants evolved into needier moans, increasing in volume. Zoro took his fingers and shoved them into your mouth, muffling your perverted cries.

"Shh, can't have the rest of the Straw Hats know you're a nasty slut for me, right?" You moaned around him as you tasted yourself. "Fuck, you enjoyin' the taste of this sweet pussy, yeah?" Zoro's words shot straight to yout quivering cunt, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Fuck, just make make a mess on me." He continued to move your hips roughly. "Coming, 'm gonna come!" You moved faster, chasing your high. Zoro's fingers found your clit again and pinched it once, making you see stars as you climaxed. Your body shook as you came and Zoro's fingers soothed over your clit, riding out your high.

He brought those fingers into his mouth, savouring it like a cup of sake. Zoro caught your chin and uttered one word, "Open." You obliged and felt a glob of spit land on your tongue, swallowing it.

"Yeah, that's my nasty girl." Zoro maneuvered so he was flat on the bench and your cunt was right over his hardened cock.

"I still gotta do hip thrusts. Mind staying up 'nd helping me, pretty girl?" Zoro spanked your ass once and you let out the prettiest squeak.

Who are you to deny?

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎

cw- degredation (slut), pet names (cariña, birdie, lady), innappropriate use of devil fruit (come on, its doffy!), size kink, titplay, intoxication, mentions of violence (no action taken), biting

You don't even remember what the celebration was for.

Did Doflamingo meet his quota of SMILE fruits?

Did his crew successfully manipulate another kingdom of its sources?

Whatever it was, you were here celebrating; dolled up and at least three glasses of wines deep. You were clinging to Doflamingo's side and he marveled at your tipsy state. "Oh? Is my little birdie already drunk out of her mind?" His hand soothed your side, up and down before resting on your ass. "Mmm, noo," You giggled, "Just had a few glasses." Doflamingo looked your flushed appearance and chuckled with a grin.

He felt your hips shift against his thigh but luckily the lewd sight was blocked by the table cloth. The Donquixote family couldn't know what was going on unless they really paid attention.

"My lady's being awfully bold. Should I punish you right in front of everyone, or are you going to continue this in the bedoom..." He lowered his head so his mouth was right against your ear, "...like a good slut?" He bit your ear and you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You shook your head, trying to maintain some decorum.

Doflamingo chuckled, lifting you in one arm as you clung to his neck. His hand rested against your ass.

"I'm retiring for the night. My little birdie here isn't feeling too well. Make sure everything is in order." Doflamingo commanded Diamante and he nodded without a word, already knowing what his captain was up to...

...and it was far from pure.

Doflamingo shut the door with a kick and set you down on your feet at the edge of the bed. He shrugged off and tossed his pink feathered coat somewhere and sat up against the bedframe, watching you fiddle with your skirt. Your face was flushed warm from the alcohol as it made you fuzzy. "Remove your panties, wanna feel how needy you've been all night." You slid off the lace, tossing it somewhere. He held his hand up, beckoning for you.

Obeying, your crawled onto the bed, immediately straddeling his thigh. The dampness caught him offguard for a moment, feeling how aroused you were already. "Seems like someone doesn't want to be punished. Look how good you're being for me, cariña." He pressed his lips to your temple, giving you a false sense of softness before you felt his strings snap to your wrist and hips. He binded your hands behind your back. He adored how small you looked on his thigh; One of them was larger than both of your thighs.

"And here I thought you were here with me to celebrate a successful excursion I accomplished. Shall I consider this my reward?" You nodded, kissing his cheek. "Of cou-hic-course. You're so strong." You let out a slurred giggle.

Doflamingo withdrew the strings from your hips but kept your hands pinned. "Come on, put a show on for me since you wanna be a needy slut." He slightly propped his leg up, the new angle making you slide and clit catching the rough fabric of his pants.

His degrading words only spurred you on more. You moved your hips desperately, moaning pathetically with every thrust. Doflamingo smiled as you broke apart. A large hand landed on your waist and moved up until he cupped your bouncing breast, squeezing it, feeling it fit into one of his palms completely.

"Tell me, how long have you been wanting this, birdie." He tilted his head in curiosity, massaging the underside of your breast as you rutted against his thigh. "Since you－hah...－you came back all bloodied from your last excursion." You slurred your words with a pleasure-filled smile, making the blonde laugh. "My lady loves seeing me covered in blood of those who defy me?" You nodded dumbly, eyes half lidded.

Doflamingo flexed his thigh, bouncing his leg to meet your thrusts. The sloppy movements of your lower body and your moans growing louder and desperate were tell-tale signs you were close to an orgasm.

"Doffy, coming, I'm so close, I'm gonna come!" You cried, leanimg forward on his chest. You felt the rumble as he laughed. "Make a mess, my nasty little birdie." He bit your shoulder while you trembled as you orgasmed.

“It’s so cute, so pathetic just how easily you get off with just my thigh, don’t you think?” Doflamingo gave your ass a harsh spank when you didn't answer. "I let you rut against my thigh like a needy dog in heat. I expect you to answer.

"Ahh! Yes, 'm so needy for you, Doffy." Your cheek pressed against his chest. He flipped you on your back, pinning your hands above your head and tearing off your panties.

"Good. Now I think you owe me a little in return, right, cariña?" You stared at his cock which sprang free, tip slapping his abdomen, smearing precum.

"That's my perfect little slut." He captured your lips. Feeling the tip stretch your entrance, you knew you'd be stuck in bed for at least a week.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖

cw- kinda of somnophilia, soft law, praises (baby, love, sweetheart), reader wearing nothing but panties and law's sweater yummy, use of devil fruit

Two insomniacs in a relationship meant one or both of you made up ways to fall asleep.

Watching the ocean lap at the submarine.

Counting sheep.

Reading old and boring medical textbooks

All of which work exactly once and never again.

Tonight was no different. The Polar Tang was quiet, save for the snoring from a few of the rooms down to the sound of Law flipping through some old text. The small lamp illuminated his room, casting a soft yellow glow.

You tossed and turned on the bed and Law sensed your discomfort. "Something wrong, love?" He turned his head and saw you padding over in nothing but his hoodie. "Can't sleep." You rubbed your eyes and Law pushed himself away from the desk.

"You wanna sit on my lap while I bore you to death with medical facts?" He smiled softly and lightened the atmosphere. You shook your head, mumbling, "Wanna try something new. Is that okay?" Law was curious and agreed, "Sure." He watched you straddle his thigh. His breathing hitched, feeling the outline of your cunt through your flimsy panties where were damp and his sweatpants.

"Is my pretty girl feeling needy?" He tilted his head, one hand on your hip, the other cupping your cheek. "Mhm...I learned that oxytocin can help with sleeping better." Law smiled at your words, "Ah, so you were paying attention to me. Good girl." You leaned forward with both hands on his shoulders.

You slowly moved your hips. Heavy breaths started low, filling the room with soft pants and ruffles of clothing. “My thigh feels good, doesn’t it?” Law murmered as you continued to rut against his thigh. Muffled whimpers escaped your mouth as you buried your face into his shoulder.

"Feels so good." You babbled into his shoulder. Law bounces his leg lightly as you rode his thigh. Every bounce made your breath airy with every ministration. "Shit, you’re doing so fucking good for me, sweetheart,” Law whispered, hands gripping onto the sides of your hips as you rubbed yourself against his thigh in a needier pace. He smirked, watching you whimper at his praise.

Your voice grew louder. "Ahh, Law! Been needing you so bad." Law bit down on his lip, afraid you'd awaken the other crew members. He held out his hand, a blue sphere forming. "Re-room...Silence." Law created a small sphere to mute any lewd sounds coming out of you.

You felt yourself nodding off. Law tsked and gave your thigh a light slap. "Nuh uh, no sleeping yet, you wanted this." You whined, unable to stop your hips.

"But 'm already so sleepy." You whine softly

"And I can feel you growing close. You're trembling." Law teased quietly. His grip on you tightened as you pushed yourself harder on his thigh, chasing that delicious high. "Law, I'm coming. Gonna make a mess." You babbled as your hips spasmed, clit catching the soft fabric of his sweats. You bunched the sweater, pulling it up and watching your wetness drag over his sweats. His arms wrapped around you, hugging you tightly as you mumbled incoherently and dumbly.

Law felt your body grow heavy.

"Let's go to bed now, yeah?"

"What about you?" You asked, knowing he's probably aroused too and he just shook his head. "Don't worry about me. Seeing you fall apart on my thigh was more than enough. He carried you to bed, resting you on his chest. "You did so well for me, baby." Law's hand was on your back and on the back of your head. He planted soft kisses atop your head while you fell asleep; perfectly tired and satisfied.

Law smiled, against your head before succumbing to sleep, joining you in dreamscape.

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“You make a really convincing teacher,” Lucci nearly purrs as he takes a look at your suit skirt and white shirt. On his right shoulder, Hattori coo, in approval. You look like an innocent couple walking their pet as you reach the doorstep of your house, Lucci’s hand resting at the small of your back. “I know it’s just for the mission, but those kids are adorable.” 

Lucci’s eyes darken at your words as he unlocks the door. “Don’t get too attached. Those kids are just tools,” He reminds you, holding the door open for you. As you step inside, he follows, closing the door behind you and locking it. The house is quiet and dimly lit, giving an illusion of normalcy contrasting with your true identities. 

You make such a powerful couple. In private life… and as dangerous spies and assassins dedicated to the CP0. “I know Lucci, I know. I gathered information about our targets. But still they are innocent kids.” You answer softly. Hattori coos again, flapping his wings, swirling in the air, aiming for his bird feeder. This house is so lovely, so comfortable, way too normal. For the neighbors, you’re a quiet, polite couple with an adorable little pigeon. But the truth is: you’re only here to follow the orders. Investigating as undercover agents. Hunting someone suspected to belong to the Revolutionary Army. The best way to gather information was to infiltrate the kindergarten. Nothing more. You’ll leave this place as soon as you’re done with your mission.

“Hungry?” You ask suddenly, walking in the kitchen and opening the cupboard of the countertop, trying to figure out what you could cook for dinner. Lucci leans against the doorway, watching you move around the kitchen with an unreadable expression. He crosses his arms over his chest, his feline muscle flexing slightly under his shirt. “Don’t change the topic. The parents are our target.” He says flatly. His gaze lingers on your backside as you bend down to look in the cupboard, his mind starting to wander from the mission to other thoughts. Slowly, like a predator, he walks in silence, with velvet steps. If you weren’t trained, you wouldn’t notice him approaching you, and you would have jumped out in surprise at the contact of his arms wrapping your waist from behind.

“Keep a cool head,” he murmurs against your neck, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear. His hands slowly slide from your waist to your hips, pulling you back against his body. “Those kids call you ‘Miss’ every day. But they’ll grow up someday. Some of them might end up being our enemies. Maybe we killed the parents of some of them.” You nod at his dark reminder. “You know I’m taking our job seriously, you don’t have to remind me of the basics. I think you should be the one focusing on our targets. Your gaze was soft when I was playing with the kids. What were you thinking about?” 

Lucci tightens his arms around you. “Nothing,” his hands spread possessively over your stomach. He takes a deep breath, his sensitive sense of smell enjoying your refined perfume, blends with his own perfume… but also the scent of books, papers, milk and… painting. “You painted with them today. You probably smiled at them, praising them for their ugly drawings. It’s unnerving. You’re an assassin, not a kindergarten teacher, even less a mother”

“I’m just playing a role. Don’t tell me you imagine me as a mother. We’re Cipher Pol agents.” Despite your words, you can’t help but picture how life would be if you had a child. “Exactly,” Lucci says coldly, but his hands don’t move away from your stomach. Instead, they seem to curve around it. “We kill people, we don’t raise children.” But even as he says it, his imagination seems to be getting the better of him. His thumbs start to move gently, like he’s imagining something soft and round under his palms. “In another life, maybe we could have been a normal couple. But not in this one.” He adds, his sensual touch making you shiver even if his words are cold, brutal, yet real. “In another life,” you repeat lowly. 

Lucci’s hands continue to move over your stomach, his mind filled with forbidden thoughts. In another life, you and he would have a cute house like this one, a white picket fence, a little kid, a dog, and Hattori. So cliché. Yet so tempting. The night, he would take his beloved wife to bed and fuck her senseless until she got pregnant again. 

“In another life… But this is our life,” Lucci murmurs, his voice strained with unspoken desires. “We’re not meant to be parents.” His actions aren’t following his words, his hands moving from your stomach to cup your breasts above the soft fabric of your shirt. Pressed against the countertop, you rest your palms on the cool wood, shivering under Lucci’s touch. “Our job is dangerous,” He continues to speak, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through the silk fabric of your clothes. “We can’t dream.” He affirms, but still, his fingers are unbuttoning your shirt. His lips are so soft against your neck, making you shudder. “We will never have a normal life,” He continues, playing with the lace of your bra. Even as he speaks facts, his mind is half-filled with dark thoughts. Like taking you on this counter like an animal.

Lucci hooks his fingers into the lace of your bra, pulling it down to expose your breasts. He purrs quietly against your neck. “They are fuller than usual…..” His other hand reaches around to grab your hip possessively. “Fuck…” He whispers harshly, his mind completely distracted from the mission and reality. All he can think about is bending you over the countertop and breeding you right here, in this goddamn kitchen. Fucking you so hard until you scream for mercy and carry his baby the next day. “They aren’t fuller than usual, you’re imagining things Lucci…” You exhale softly, enjoying the sensation of his skilled fingers playing with your nipple.

Lucci knows your body by heart. It’s unfair. 

“I’m not imagining things, I learned every single inch of your skin,” he replies gruffly. “They are bigger and heavier.” He unhooks your bra, pushing the fabric of your shirt off your shoulders, trapping your arms inside while he continues to play with your breasts. “They’re most sensitive. Rounder. Fuller.” Even without seeing his face, you feel Lucci’s hungry gaze. Unconsciously, you press your ass against his hardening cock. Lucci hisses, but continues his sensual torture with your nipple, his lips trailing open-mouthed kisses down your shoulder, his cheek rubbing against your jawline, marking you, leaving his smell on you. 

“You’re killing me…” He grins against you deliberately, letting you feel exactly how hard you’ve made him. “Condom?” You totally forgot the dinner you wanted to cook, your mind and body totally focused on Lucci. His touch, his lips, his perfume… “No condom.” You answer, even if you know it’s a bad idea. You’re always using condoms. For obvious reasons. But right now, you need to feel him, raw. Now. 

Lucci freezes, buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. “No condom?” He repeats hoarsely, his voice laced with desire and a hint of caution. His hips press forward, rubbing his hard bulge against your ass through the thin fabric of your skirt covering your thighs and knees. “You want me bare inside you?” He slides his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt up until his fingers brush against your lace panties, his kisses along your neck turning more needy, urgent. “No pulling out.” It’s not a question but a statement – he wants to breed you right here, right now, his cold mind totally gave up, letting the predator hidden deep down inside him control his actions.

“No pulling out,” you repeat, your breath itching as Lucci’s fingers trace your wet folds through the fabric of your panties. “You’re soaked,” he purrs, feeling the dampness through the lace. Without warning, he tears your panties off, reduces in pieces your shirt and your bra, his claws destroying the tissue effortlessly. “Lucci! I loved this outfit…” You wail, annoyed by his tendency to always rip your clothes instead of taking them off. But the second he grabs your breast again with one hand, unbuckling his belt with the other, you stop protesting. “I’ll buy something better.” He murmurs distractedly. “Bend over the counter.” 

You obey. Damn, you look like a dream with your skirt raised, the pieces of clothes all messy on the ground. He groans at this sight; it’s pure obscenity. Lucci’s belt falls on the floor with a clatter, followed by the sound of his zipper being yanked down slowly, just to play with your nerves, with your senses. You hear him, you feel him, he’s everywhere, since, you can’t see him. “Arch your back.” Lucci’s command, grabbing his hard cock, giving it a few pumps. 

You lick your lips, arching your back, picturing Lucci jerking himself off, his pupils dilated with primal desire. His predatory gaze is intimidating, observing your arching back, breasts pressing against the countertop, skirt bunched up around your waist. His self-control snaps. Lucci steps closer, his hand guiding his length between your thighs until it presses against your soaking cut. He pauses there for a moment, savoring the feeling before slamming into you, deeply, with one powerful thrust. No foreplay needed when you both are this needy. Lucci purrs as he fills you to the hilt; you gasp. Submerged by the incredible sensation of his cock inside you - raw. You can feel each vein, your velvet walls wrapped tightly around his girth.

“Lucci…” You moan, voice dripping with lust. You want him to move, not to stay still. A low rumble rolls down his throat. Lucci’s hips pull back slightly before slamming into you, setting a brutal pace – the brutal pace of someone who's been holding back for too long. Each thrust is deep, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. “You feel so good,” he grits out between clenched teeth. One hand slides up to grab a fistful of your hair, the other stays firmly on your hip, controlling your movement completely. He’s fucking you raw and rough, just like he imagined – a primal claiming in this way too lovely kitchen. His cock slides in and out of you smoothly; the indecent sound of skin slapping against skin and the sliding noise of your wet cunt filling the room. 

Each thrust elicits a moan or sigh of ecstasy, you whisper Lucci’s name like a prayer, like if it was the only word you ever learned and heard about in your whole life. Hypnotized, Lucci watches his length disappearing inside you again and again. He spreads your thighs wider with his knees, going even deeper, squeezing your ass cheeks to have a better view of your pussy swallowing his length, coating it with your juice. Oh, you’re so perfect, your back muscles flexing as he pounds into you, how your body is always responding to his… 

Your nails claw the cool wood of the countertop, trying to hold onto something but you can’t find any grip. Lucci notices your struggles, pulls out brutally and grabs your hips, lifting you up effortlessly and sitting you on the countertop. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist as he slams back inside you, with even more intensity. His face is a masterpiece of raw desire, primal need. Pupils dilated, jaws clenched tightly, sweat dripping on his forehead, his pretty long, black ink hair all messy. Lucci grabs your hips to pull you closer to the edge of the counter. “Look at me”, he orders, his eyes darkening. 

You obey, looking at him, your lips partly open, your eyes half-lidded and full of lust, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. And Lucci drinks in this sight as he slides in and out, giving you his entire length. “Fuck me like you mean it.” You whisper, knowing he’s holding back just because he doesn’t want to leave marks on you that could place you in an embarrassing situation at the kindergarten. 

Lucci’s eyes flash with pure lust, and something feral takes over him. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back sharply to expose your neck. He bites down hard on the tender, soft flesh, marking you deeply – the other teachers can go to hell. His hips snap forward brutally, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly, claws out, leaving bruises and scratches everywhere on your skin. “Mine…” He grunts like a hungry predator, feline. “Yours.”

He’s fucking you with animalistic hunger, bitting your lower lip so hard it bleeds slightly, and he licks the drop of blood with a low growl of nothing but pure satisfaction. His teeth mark you everywhere on your neck, then your collarbone, hungry hickeys on your breasts, he claims every damn inch of your skin. Lucci doesn’t share. Never. A feline keeps its prey for itself. Even more when the prey happens to be his beautiful wife and a talented, merciless agent at the same time. 

You grab Lucci’s hair, locking your eyes onto his. This gaze… it screams he wants to fill you up so much that it leaks out of you tomorrow. Each thrust is designed to plant his seed inside you. “Gonna fill this perfect little cunt up so fucking full of my cum. You want it? Want me to breed you right here on this counter?” His voice drops dark, smooth, that voice able to send shudders and shivers through your entire body. “Answer.” Lucci urges you, grabbing your chin roughly, his claws digging in the delicate flesh of your face. “Do it…” You almost beg and Lucci loses the last piece of his self-control, his balls tightening at your words. He pounds into you desperately now – like a beast possessed with one single goal: breeding, claiming, marking. He aims for your cervix with each thrust. 

“You…” He starts, his voice sounding like a delicious, forbidden threat, his thumb circling your clit firmly. “I’m going to fill you up until it’s leaking out of this pretty little cunt… but you won’t waste any single drop, I’ll stuff everything right back into you. Even tomorrow you will still have my fucking cum trying to drop down your legs and you will keep it deep down inside you.” 

Face flushed, dripping wet, you grab a fist of Lucci’s hair. He buries his face in your neck, biting you. Tomorrow, you will get back to your duties, you will erase all this stupid talk about starting a family… But for now, he can’t even think about work. His cock throbs inside you, his heavy balls slamming against your ass, begging for release. With a pretty, dangerous grunt, Lucci plunges his teeth in the crook of your neck and slams into you one last time with all his might. His cock pulses violently as he cum inside you, the first hot rope of seed hitting deep in your womb, exactly where he wants it most. You shiver, holding Lucci’s hair like if it was your lifeline, your legs trembling as more streams of cum pump directly inside you. “Damn you,” Lucci whispers against your sore, bruised, marked skin as he thrusts slowly inside you, emptying his balls completely into you. You can feel his seed coating your walls, making a mess inside your cunt. 

You never felt so good, so full in your whole life. 

Feeling Lucci’s seed inside you for the first time… it’s pure heaven. 

When he pulls out, his cum leaks out of you, making a mess on your thighs and on the floor. But instead of eating you out to clean you up whenever you’re soaking as he always does, Lucci nearly roars, pushing you back against the counter. His fingers stuff you back with each single leaking drop, as promised. “Don’t you dare move. Keep it all inside. Shut your legs.” Exhausted, skin dewy with sweat, your shut your trembling legs. “Better.” 

The kitchen of your lovely, fake house is a mess. Your clothes ripped in pieces on the floor, the countertop all wet with your sweat and how you soaked wet on it. But Lucci doesn’t care. He adjusts his pants before carrying you effortlessly, bridal style. As he walks to the bedroom, he purrs. 

“You’re going to sleep stuffed full of me tonight.”

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