ꫂ𓏲 “𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒,,, i gush over fictional men, worry about my academic future and recite romance like i have any clue what true love feels like,, the sweethearts who are familiar around here will spot me occasionally drop fics, drabbles and down-bad sentiments regarding 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓟𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓷,, and despite me being slow with my writings they are somehow still willing to share their love with me,,, and you’re always welcome to join in! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა”
“this is a safespace! lurk, read, mail me questions or send an etsy witch on my math professor; it matters not,as long as you’re friendly and nice, mlem will welcome you in any shape or form” ₊˚ʚ.˚₊ ❤︎ ᝰ.ᐟ𓂃🖊⸝⸝
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I am not sure if the requests are open yet, but I can't wait, also I am a bit afraid the requests will close again soon so I am shooting my shot !
Could I request a cuuute fluff ? A very super cute fluff!
Love at first sight with smitten Mihawk, Shanks, Ace and anyone you want, but reader is terrified of him and his reputation, or just basically of all pirates, so she is avoiding and being rather closed off with him at first !
Love at first sight but the reader flinches at the mere sight of them because of their reputation and the wedge of power difference between them two? And every time these men try and reach out and flirt with us, we interpret it as a threat and immediately scoot away, and they’re left dumbfounded!? and eventually corner us, force a messy love confession out of us!? YAYAYAYAAYYA yes gorgeous, I DO see the vision here
Hey Angel 🤍🤍🤍 will you be doing any fics for Buggy? The way you write him is chef kiss 🥺🫶
hiiii pretty! I actually have TONS of fun whenever I write Buggy, there’s a reason I include him in my polls all the time (but he never seems to win ARGH) so please send any Buggy requests to me! I love writing for that messy flashy and handsome clown 🥹🤍
happy pride month mlem!! Lets get a little silly... HEAR ME OUTTTT! you remember that trend on tt where the girl kissed her bf a bunch w lipstick on? yeah lets do that with OP girls but instead its either us or them testing out different tints/colors! or you can do op men
for the women could we get nami, robin, tashigi, reiju, and or dr kureha?
for the men do who you usually do (and maybe yamato)
hehe women ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄
AJAJAJAJAJAJ YESSSSS PLEASE Imagine giving Nami kisses only for her to go “mmmh… idk girl, I think the tangerine flavour was better, here why don’t you taste it yourself?” and puts it on her lips instead,,,,
AND YAMATO!? Imagine him with the most girlish, most hyper fem gf who wants to test out lipstick tints and flavours just makes so much sense to me🥹🤍 I’ll fix something up with this, it’s the perfect blend between fluff and intimacy!!! ><
Also, happy pride month to my fellow bisexuals and queer friends!!! 💞🤍
Hii, I hope you're having a wonderful day! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
It's my first time ever making a request, plus, English is kot my first language so, I'm sorry if it's kind of messy. (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)
I'd been thinking about this very fluff thing, about a relationship with the men of OP similar to the relationship of Emma and Alexander of the manga, Veil (I don't know if you knows it, yet I actually recommend it very much btw.)
The principal idea i would like to see (with a HUUGE preference with Zoro, Crocodile, Law, Rob Lucci and/or Mikhaw hehe~) is this scene of the manga where Emma asks Alexander to "make her pretty". It would be nice to read their tries to make the reader "shine".
Any other scene would be highly appreciated if its fixed/made with your bright mind (if you take my request, ofc). I loveeeee your fics, they make tickles all over my brain, and I also love the aesthetic of your blog, it inspires me quite a lot to be more creative. You're sooo cool.
That's all, sorry for the yapping, have a nice day/week/month/life. 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
don’t apologise for you english sweetheart, it’s just fine!🤍
also,,,, i’m…. wow…. i’m astonished by this idea, genuinely my jaw is hanging wide open cause I FREAKING LOVE IT??? HELLO? DO YOU KNOWWWW WHAT CUTE SCENES I CAN DO WITH THIS?
Imagine broody, mean, gruff Sir Crocodile having to be gentle with us with that calloused, large, thick hand of his as he does our nails? focused but soft? and when he leans in, we feel his breath on our cheek as he adjust our earrings? the slow, tensing proximity of heat sparking between us as he moves closer to apply our blush!?
YESYESYESYES ILL DO IT THANK YOU FOR THIS GORGEOUS🤍🤍🤍
I freaking love the one-shot "Shorter Kiss" cause for my age im so faking short. I barely reach 1.50 cm (I don't know how it is in ft, sorry ┐('～`;)┌)
Omg, keep doing fluff content ( ・∀・)
¡Just telling and talking! Dont respond if u dont see it necessary!
Lucyyy!!!! I’m right there with you, i’m towering at the tall height of 151 cm so whenever i imagine standing next to Doffy, i clutch my pearls in pure agonising fear cause he could genuinely crush me with one kick =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)
helloo if u don't mind me asking I was wondering what works ur currently working on/ requests ur planning on making!
(I kinda wanna drop in a request but it might be a bit cliche and I don't wanna drop it in there when someone probably already requested it😅😅)
hiii! Drop in a request whenever; flood me, bother me, i don’t care, I love reading everyone’s ideas and notes! 🥹🤍
rn i’m working on 2-3 fics (if we include Workaholic!reader) I’m answering everyone’s request one at a time but I’m not ignoring any of you guys, I just get overwhelmed easily so I take things in my own pace but I promise you aren’t bothering me so please send away!!!🤍
hey!!!! im so psyched your requests are open!!! I love your writing and wanted to see if you would do a sulky reader x one piece men. Im particularly interested to see how Law would handle the reader being all broody and sassy because he has done something to piss them off haha - especially since he is usually the one doing all the brooding xD
All love ~ Vixey
Oh my god Vixey, DONTTTT make me brainstorm for a drabble where they have to handle our sulking and pouting cause…. *giggles uncontrollably at the thought of it*
Hi, I hope you have great days and both side of your pillows are cold.
I really enjoy your fics, especially how you write Crocodile...so soft and fluffy, like freshly steamed rice
Anyway, I was wondering if you could write a fic when the reader is trying out new hobbies (i.e., knitting, crocheting, or arts n crafts) and wanted to surprise him on his birthday with her craft, but the result is disappointing, but she give it to him regardless since she already made a promise to him. You can add other OP men too, of course, if you want.
Sorry if this kinda long. This is my first time requesting and I'm kinda netvous😭😭😭
first of all; THANK YOU!!! I appreciate your words a lot🥹🤍 second of all; DONT BE NERVOUS, I don’t bite!! your request sounds lovely, imagining soft Crocodile and Doffy hiding their reserved affection over our craft with snarky comments and low grumbles is just so ,,,,
mlemiie here will cook something up with this, trust!!! 🤍💞
Getaway like these, away from responsibilities of CP0, responsibilities of the world in general, you were grateful. You were especially grateful for your husband, Lucci, for choosing such a beautiful and isolated destination.
"It's so beautiful out here! The forest is really amazing." You stare in awe, leaning over the log railing of the cabin. Lucci stood behind you, clad in his casual attire, his normal uniform nowhere in sight. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his lips to your temple.
"A well deserved view, don't you think?" He awaited your answer, looking down at you. Returning a smile, you replied, "Very much so. It's so quiet and peaceful. No more of Kaku's chatter about how giraffes are great. No more nagging from the higher ups." You leaned into his tall frame. His hold on you tightened.
Lucci leaned forward a bit and spoke in a tone that was uncharacteristic of the agent, "Shall we take a walk through the forest? I didn't choose this place for us to idle around." You nodded eagerly and Lucci watched you run inside to dress more appropriately for a walk in the vast forest.
You walked out in a pink babydoll dress with white walking shoes. Lucci curled an eyebrow, walking over and feeling the frilly fabric between his calloused fingers. "Doll, might I mention we're going on a walk and not a fashion show?" You pouted and retorted, "What? I just wanted to look cute!"
"For who? The animals?"
You froze and twirled your fingers, "Well...for you?" Lucci sighed and patted your head, "You don't have to try for me. Now let's go, my dear. The sun will set soon." He guided you, hand on the small of your back. The two of you walked around the trail. You took in the scenery, giggling at every small animal that you two came across. Lucci kept his gaze on you, eyes occasionally flickering for any sign of danger, to which there was none.
"Man, I wish I brought the camera snail! It's so nice here!" Lucci kept a mental note to bring a camera snail the next time he brought you out here.
It was so quiet. Lucci explained the nearest group of people were hundreds of kilometers away so it was truly isolating in the best way possible. "Lucci, love! Look! I found a log so we could rest! There's so many flowers it's so perfect!" You ran over but your foot got caught on an uproot and you nearly fell. Thanks to the speed and reflex of your husband, he caught you before you'd be caked with mud.
"Careful, my dear. Can't have you ruin that gorgeous dress of yours...of course it'll be me." He whispered that last part but your ears didn't catch his nasty comment. "Ah, sorry." You chuckled softly and sat next to him on the log. Lucci watched you fiddle with the flowers, admiring your innocence and beauty.
Your softness.
Your gentle soul.
Your perverted side that no one would believe with one look at you.
"You know..." Lucci began and you turned your head, "...This forest is isolated. No one would hear us, hear you scream." He leaned down, a deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh? And what are you implying, love?" You twirled a strand of his black hair, feeling it between your thumbs before dropping it.
"An experiment is all I'm saying. Don't think I don't notice the times you'd freeze during missions, toggle at me when I've used my Devil Fruit...growing needy in the middle of battle? Not very professional of you, my [name]." He tilted your chin up and you swallowed the lump in your throat. He could tell you were growing needy at the sound of his voice and egged you on, watching you press your thighs together.
"I can say with confidence that you have this perverted fantasy of me chasing you like my prey, is that right?" He pressed his lips to your temple, feeling the quick pulse. He recalled the rather explicit conversation you had with Kalifa weeks ago.
"N-no I don't!" You were quick to deny and he chuckled slowly, deciding to let you off the hook for now.
"Come now. It's sunset. I have dinner ready for us." He helped you up and guided you back to the cabin you two were staying at. The entire walk back was silent, save for your heavy breath. Was the whole reason Lucci brought you here was to fuck you until dawn without interruption? Surely that wasn't the case. Lucci is a man of logic and never dabbled in silly fantasies, though the idea made your stomach flip.
Dinner was quiet, save for the idle chatter. You complimented his dishes, to which he acknowledged your words, talking about the recipe. You listened with intent but your mind began drifting. Lucci was just in his tank top and loose pants.The subtle flex of his biceps made your heart stutter.
Under the table, your thighs clenched, trying to ease the ache that was building. Lucci's soothing, baritone voice, sharp eyes, firm muscles, you were bound to be aroused every waking moment with this man. Lucci knew his effect on you and decided to play along with your active imagination.
"Thirty seconds." Was all he said and it snapped you out of your perverted fantasy.
"What do you mean?" "Thirty seconds to run, starting now." He began to count down slowly, making you panic.
"Thirty." You quickly stood up and shook your hands.
"Wa-wait! What is thi－""Twenty-nine."
You quickly caught on.
One second passed by and you bolted out the door. It was well into the night, the sound of owls and crickets filled the air along with the crunching of leaves under your foot and the sound of your heavy breathing. You thanked yourself for building stamina with CP0, otherwise you wouldn't have made it far.
"Twenty-eight, twenty-seven." Lucci counted while cleaning the kitchen, and grabbing one of his coats.
You continued to run. The adrenaline was pumping through you, making you equally nervous and turned on at the same time. You controlled your breathing, lightened your step to not alert your husband.
"Hah, hah" You inspired slowly before exhaling. You decided to deter Lucci by leaving a ribbon from your dress on the floor and making a detour on the right. "At least five seconds have passed..." You sighed and continued to run.
Lucci was stretching, cracking every knuckle. He knew his girl enjoyed the primal side of him, so he relaxed his body, still counting.
"Twenty-three."
"Twenty-two."
"Twenty-one."
"Twenty...."
Lucci was out the door. He sensed your energy, hearing your racing heart that he knew was pumping with excitement and not fear.
You ran as far as you could. With ten seconds left, you took a breather before running. There was a hint of fear in you that was making you feel a tinge of regret. Ultimately, your trust in Lucci overwhelmed that thought and you continued to run.
"Five. Four..."
Crunch, crunch...
"Three, two..."
A step.
"One."
Lucci transformed into his Leopard model, running at lightning speed, already heading in the direction of you. You were hiding behind a thick tree and you couldn't hear a thing. It almost scared you but excited you even more.
Lucci spotted your ribbon, taking in the scent and ran directly to you. You covered your mouth, silencing your body, trying to hide but also not hide from your crazed leopard husband.
Lucci saw your babydoll dress peeking from the tree and he slowly stalked towards you. A snap of a twig under his foot and you jumped.
"No!" You ran away, but not fast enough as Lucci wrapped his paws around you. "Got you." He whispered into your ear before yanking off your panties, holding it up to his face for a moment before stuffing it into his pocket.
"Tell me. How long have you been this desperate, so wet and pathetic, hmm?" He tilted your head up, claw tucked in to not hurt you.
"I-I, well..." Lucci tilted his head "Hmm? Cat got your tongue, love? He does, doesn't he?" He chuckled gravelly before taking your mouth into his thick tongue swirling around yours, drinking in your whimpers and moans.
Your hands tried pushing away, only for him to pull you closer, knee between your thighs and pressing against your bare cunt. He shoved your dress up and pulled out your breasts.
Lucci pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two before breaking. "So debauched and ruined, all from a kiss too? My pathetic slut." He whispered into your neck before biting, not hard enough to break skin. Yet. Lucci tweaked with your bare nipples, watching you struggle to form words.
"Need you so bad, Lucci." You whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck. Your hips rutted against his rough and thick thigh, trying to ease the throbbing heat of your cunt and he held your hips firmly. "Patience, my dear. You'll get what you want." His fingers found your cunt, giving it a few firm slaps.
"N-ngh! Lucciii－!" You whimpered out before biting down on your lips. "Let me hear your whorish cries. No one can hear you but me." Lucci bit on your lower lip, urging you to let loose. He pinched your clit, earning a cry from you.
"That's it..." Lucci's fingers slowly worked you open. You gripped his shoulders, anchoring yourself as he fingered you stupid. Lucci steadied you, with his free hand.
With every curl of his fingers, it brought you closer to the edge. The squelching sound, your panting, and Lucci's heavy breathing polluted the quiet air. Your cunt fluttered with every press to your spongey spot that made you see stars.
"So pathetic for me, yet so obedient. You're the perfect agent and the perfect slut for me." Lucci spoke to you through his ministries. Feeling your cunt clench, he made his pace heavier.
"Close, I'm so close, Lucci...!" You choked on your words when he pressed firmly on your g-spot. "Go on then. Make a mess of my nasty slut." His thumb caught your clit and your back arched, wetness splashing over his hand. His fingers slowed, riding out your orgasm. You clung to his neck, legs shaking like a baby deer.
Lucci laid the jacket on the grassy floors of the forest before pushing you down, capturing your lips again. Since when did he have a jacket? The thought of Lucci bringing a jacket just so you don't get dirty from the floor made your heart flutter, and his thoughtfulness made your pussy flutter as well. He ridded himself of his pants, giving himself a few strokes, covering the length of his cock with your release.
"You remember what you do when it's too much?" You nodded, dumbly. "Words, my dear. Or are you too fucked out already?" He teased you, tracing the tip of cock up and down your cunt. "I-I tug on your tail...three times?" With a small satisfied smirk, he nodded. Lucci shoved himself into you, bottoming out in one thrust, causing you to scream out loud.
"Oh, fuck!" The sudden fullness made your back bow into him, a bulge forming. "Look at you..so tiny and taking the extent of my cock in this form. Is this what your dumb and pretty head fantasizes about?" He condescendingly spoke while you lied there, shaking in pleasure. Dissatisfied with your silence, Lucci moved his hip roughly and pulled out nearly all the way, leaving just his tip, making you whine.
"Answer me before I leave you debauched for mother nature to see." He threatened and you cried.
"Yes! Fuckー I..I imagined taking you in this form...ruining my insides." Your hips chased his length, only for him to catch it.
In one swift motion, Lucci's hips moved at an animalistic pace. He folded you into a deep mating press, cockhead hitting your g-spot with every stroke. His claws dug into your thighs as he folded you into a nasty postition. Every moan and cry out of your lips was accented with each heavy thrust to your cervix. Your hands found solace on his shoulders, digging into his fur.
"So nasty for me. What would the Nobles say about their agent submitting like a prey to me, huh?" Lucci's words shot straight to your pussy, clenching tightly around his cock.
"Their perfect agent, reduced to nothing but a blabbering and nasty mess. Absolutely ruined yet begging for my cock. What would they think?" His words were nothing but condescending filth. This wasn't Cipher Pol Zero's strongest agent. This was a predator who is claiming his prey with every thrust in the middle of nowhere. "But you're a good and perfect little whore for me, yeah?" Lucci looked down at your tear-stricken face, watching you try to form a coherent sentence.
"Yesーfuckー I'm...I'm good for y-you!" Your words were slurred and incohesive. He admired your tear stricken face. Lucci's hips were beginning to stutter, the base of his cock slowly swelling.
"Gonna fill you up. Fuck you full of my cubs." His words were slowly becoming rougher and rougher. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, my dear?" You nodded to the best of your ability. "Then beg for it."
"Please!" You cried, "Need to feel you cum...wanna have your children." Your words sent him over the edge, orgasming with a curse. Lucci's mouth found your breasts and began marking you with a bite, scenting you.
"Mine." He spoke with a low tone.
"Fuck..." Your clenching cunt orgasmed at the same time as he did. Lucci's hips pushed forward, the knot stretching you beyond what you were used to.
"Full...too full, Lucci!" You tried squirming away but his large arms caged you. "Justーfuck－relax, my doll." His bare leopard teeth found the crook of your neck, slightly grazing it before biting down, marking you. Your cunt clenched at the feeling, in turn making Lucci's hip stutter.
Lucci remained inside you while his knot was swelled. You were in bliss, nothing but pleasure filled your empty mind. He looked down at you, holding you with a possessive grip while his knot was snug within you.
"It'll be a moment before this goes away. I'll carry you back to the cabin." Just as he was about to move, you shook your head.
"No...wanna stay out here." You whispered and he shook his head.
"If you come down with an illness, I'm not watching you." He spat an empty threat to which you shook your head.
"Yes you will. You love me too much to leave me to be sick by myself." You teased and Lucci shook his head in disprovement.
"That, you are right. Rest. I'll be here." Lucci reassured you while watching you fall asleep all while his knot plugged your cunt.
.
.
.
After your vacation, the two of you returned back to business, looking as sharp and professional as possible..like you two didn't fuck like wild animals in the forest. You stood in your uniform that was pristine when Kaku noticed your neck.
"Oi, what is that? That looks nasty! Are you oka-" A fang mark, "Oh don't tell me you and Luc-" You shoved Kaku to the wall and shook your head in embaressment. Lucci watched the scene unfold, unamused and leaning against the wall cooly. Under his indifference though...
...Rob Lucci was figuring out other ways to break you.
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for the one and only @mlemiie i hope you enjoyed it my love! first time writing for lucci so mlem the lucci coochie expert will be the judge of it. go support her, she's the sweetest girl and the best writer ever MUAHH૮ • ﻌ - ა🩷
somehow perfectly times this on lucci's birthday! happy birthday to pidgeon man૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
- ❝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<❞
Rob Lucci 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
He gave you a brow. Hands in his pocket, wearing a dark suit and watching you with darker eyes.
“Have you no dignity?” His voice is flat, cold but you don’t care.
You keep tiptoeing, lips still pouting and hands fisting his shirt. Pulling him. “Robbie… please, just one kiss.”
His brow line creases. Half-offended. “Don’t… call me that.”
You hum, going back to your feet. Pouting.
He’s not indulging you. Not moving one inch to kiss your lips.
Fine then.
It’s war.
You’ll nag him till he gives in.
“Luuuuci, pleaseee,” you whine out and he sighs through his nose as you keep tiptoeing up.
No answer. Just condescension seeping through his gaze.
You keep tugging, whining and only when you hear Kaku’s voice calling you both from a distance do you stop. Glancing to the source of his echo. And when you let go of Rob’s collar, eyes drifting away to the distance and heels padded fully on the floor—does he place a hand on your jaw, sliding your face to meet his gaze.
And you blink.
long, dark hair trail down your face. Tickling your shoulders, as one smooth motion of his hand slide down your hips to the small of your back, bringing you up to meet his lips.
Rob’s calloused fingers digs into your flesh, forcing a whine to leave your mouth, which he seals with a kiss. muffling you.
And the kiss is not soft but raw—pushing, claiming, forcing you to lean back so to retain footing but his hand on your jaw has made its way to the back of your hair. Forcing you deeper into his kiss.
And when Kaku’s footsteps trudge closer, only then does Rob part from you—lips clicking, strings of saliva between your tongue as he straightens himself, and your cheeks burn at the sight of his face.
Smug, cocky and entirely pleased with himself.
Jerk.
Sir Crocodile 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
Sir Crocodile was giving you a look… quite similar from what he gives that tardy clown except there is a hint of amusement in it. But only a hint.
You were pulling on his vest, frowning.
It’s been ten whole minutes and he’s not budging.
Meanie.
“Sir… please.”
He gives you a brow, a corner of his grin going up.
“Please, what?”
Your cheeks burn flushed. “You know what.”
He tilts his head to the side, ash falling off his cigar. “No, I don’t. Indulge me.”
Your knuckles clenches, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.
He’s taunting you! What a rude little….
“You look like you’re about to explode, need a hand with anything?”
“You—…” You bite your tongue, trying to tiptoe even higher, pull his shirt even harder.
You start growing frustrated and embarrassed, but he’s been so handsome the whole day, you can’t imagine yourself leaving without kissing him—but it’s been a whole ten minutes, and still! He’s not budging.
The frustration starts to make you teary, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt so hard you feel like you’re going to tear it off of him and only then—when your eyes start glaze with tears, and your breathing starts growing hot with fury, does he lean in.
Arms unfolding. One last smoke taken before the cigar is dropped to the ground. Hook landing around your waist, tugging you closer as he grabs your ass, ringed fingers digging into the soft of your flesh as he lifts you up by the back.
Meeting his lips.
The kiss is soft, faint—until you press deeper, further, growing desperate enough that his tongue skims over your lips. Your heart starts beating out of your chest, hard and erratic as the kiss grows hotter, heavier, wet sounds escaping you both.
And when he parts? Setting you down by the ground?
It’s all smugness and adoration.
His larger hand making it to the side of your face.
“Be a good girl and fetch a new cigar in my jacket for me.” his voice rasps, thumb rubbing your lower lip.
And that’s all he has to offer for you to pad across the room. Face completely burnt.
Trafalgar D. Water Law 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
“What are you doing.”
“What does it look like, Law!?” You huff out, toes starting to ache as you try and tiptoe further up. And Law looks at you like he should take pity on you or mock you completely.
“Law, please, just—”
“Just what?” He muses, smirk coming into place and your cheeks burn.
“Please. Just, one kiss,” your voice comes out soft, too soft and it makes him want to tease you harder.
“Why should I? Last time I checked, you called me a jerk.”
“That was two days ago!”
“And still no apology.”
You clutch onto his collar with both of your hands, trying to tug him down but he’s not budging, and the smug grin of his isn’t either.
“please Law…”
“go on, please what?”
Your brows pull, face turning into fire, “Please, I'm sorry… Can you kiss me?”
Law tilts his head, the expression he wears on his face is untelling—the grin hasn’t dropped, the cockiness as prevalent as ever and your heart beats into a storm at the sight of it. Knuckles clenching, cheeks sizzling and brows pulled hard enough to form a vein. And just when you think he’ll mock you once more, do you feel his hands land on your shoulders, sliding down your ribs, slow and streaming—landing under your butt, lifting you off your feet.
the gap closes and the friction of clothes grinding between one another makes you arch, as he lands his mouth on yours.
Pushing, claiming, and you feel his tongue skimming over yours—and on instinct—you suck.
The kiss grows hot, wet; saliva and groans exchanging between you two, parting only to breathe.
For a moment, Law only looks at you.
Taking in your features.
Breath hot on your face, and something soft settles in his gaze.
His voice low, almost a mumble under his breath and you barely catch it.
“Pretty.”
You blink. “What—?”
He kisses you again. Pushing your ass even further up, and you whine into it.
Yeah.
You two are going to be kissing for a good while.
Donquixote Doflamingo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
He was being a mean, rude, cocky, snobby and a barbarous little shitbird about your situation.
And it makes you seethe, hands tugging onto the pink feather of his coat.
Pulling, yanking, face fuming with frustration as you stare up his stupid handsome face.
“Doffy… please, just lean down.”
He has the audacity to snort out loud and you scoff, offended.
Your cheeks burn into fire, swallowing your pride—you’re not giving up, not yet.
“You’re mean.” You huff and he takes a strand of your hair between his fingers, twirling it.
“Yeah? If I’m so mean, the why are you beggin’ for a kiss, hmm?”
You pull out the trump card. “Because I love you.”
And he freezes.
You decide to go in for the kill — you give him that doe eyed look, the coquettish, begging one. “Please Doffy.” Your voice is soft, pleading, “Just one, it’s all I want.”
Doflamingo flicks your hair from his fingers, hand grabbing your jaw, as he leans down—slamming his mouth into yours.
And the taste of wine, cocktails, pineapple juice and corruption seeps all into you; his tongue sloshes over yours. Wet, hot and messy as he forces you deeper into it, possessive hands travelling down your waist and latching onto your hips. Hoisting you up.
The kiss starts growing sloppy; clicking sounds and moans slipping every time you tilt into a new angle.
And when you part, its only to breathe, huff and ground yourself. Head dizzy. Doflamingo’s forehead nudging yours.
“You love me, huh? Then you have no one to blame but yourself.” He grins, and it’s not sweet or adoring, no—it’s got wickedness written all over it; but you know what’s worse?
He is right. This is no one’s fault, but your own.
Roronoa Zoro 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
You were practically doing mini jumps to get to this man.
Tiptoeing. Neck arching. Hands tugging his collar as he gives you a long, long stare.
Arms crossed.
“Zoro.”
“No.”
You tug his shirt. “Zoro!”
“No.”
“Please!”
“Still; no.”
This is how it has been between you two for ten minutes.
You’ve been trying to steal a kiss, he’s been watching your failed attempts with the most aloof, most unbothered, most ‘this-gotta-be-a-joke-but-I-also-dont-want-it-to-end-just-yet’ face ever.
You were leaning forward, he was leaning back.
“You’re not giving me a chance!”
“So?” He gives you a brow and your face pulls into a frown. Cheeks starting to burn.
“Lean down. Please.”
Zoro blinks, slowly, before eventually tilting his head to the side, a cocky smirk coming into place.
“Sure.”
You regain some hope, tiptoeing further up, straining yourself even.
“Really!?”
“Yeah. if you beg.”
At that, your face sullen once more.
“I’ve been begging.”
“Yeah? Well, I guess you don’t want to kiss me that badly then—” He unfolds his arms, moving away and you panic. Latching harder onto him.
“Please!” You tug him towards you, ignoring the widening grin on his face.
“Please, please kiss me, please it’s all I want. Just one.”
“You want it that bad huh?”
You swallow your pride, and nod.
And at that, he scoffs. Hands going to your ass, groping, squeezing as he lifts you off the ground, his crotch grind against yours, fabric causing friction between one another as he hoists you further up—meeting his lips.
Soft. Sweet.
Lips clicking when he parts.
And he gives you a smaller smile, “Happy?”
“As if.” You lock your arms over his shoulders, bringing you two into a kiss once more.
And this time, it’s deeper, longer and messier. you have decided to reap your reward to the fullest.
Could u do a pet names and dirty talk with mihawk please? 🥺 It doesn't need to be as detailed I'm just obsessed with your writing!!!
I was thinking of adding him originally (i got lazy and scrapped a few men) but i can get to work adding him along with a few others, dont worry angel🥹🤍
Omg I love your writing so much!!! I just love how you write all the op men esp crocodile! When I heard your requests were open, I was so happy!
So! My request is based on the picture below, (im lowkey not sure if I just want crocodile or the op men, so your choice!) So I want it to be the s/o being too short to kiss the op man, so they have to lift her up to kiss her. I think it would be cute! (I don't really know how to word this better😭💔) Thank you!!!
your kind words, i can't do this, MY HEART ARGH (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥)🤍 you don't know how easily i get in my feels about these sweet notes so THANK YOU SO MUCH
also, for your request, it's perfect. If perfect was a tumblr request it would be this, so yeah i WILL be cooking something up for you. Stay tuned! <333
-ˋˏ✄┈┈ ❝a perverted list of petnames and drabbles of dirty talk our One Piece Men would use,,,,❞
˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: NSFW!!! MDNI! petnames, vaginal fingering, degradation and praise, sub/dom, vaginal penetration, dirty talk, size difference, smut drabbles; afab!reader. There will be more specific tags beneath each One Piece Men, I can't include them all here. Please note that I envision the reader shorter than our men.
₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Rob Lucci, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)
❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: if you can’t handle petnames, even as something simple like “baby” this post is not for you; I will be using corny ones, nasty and degrading nicknames shamelessly. so be warned!❞
⁃ my dear broody, indifferent leopard. He’s intense. Outside and within the bedroom. He doesn’t do flings, situationships or anything other but “his”.
⁃ His pet names have hints of all his beloving traits. Possessive, controlled, measured and extremely professional. He wouldn’t throw out the words sweetheart or darling or doll out casually! That wouldn’t be professional at all,,,
⁃ ,,,But if he marked you? Made you his by scent alone?
⁃ He’ll tie a cute pretty ribbon around your neck, white and satin, and you’ll hitch your breath when he secures it. And it’ll be tight with purpose. So to leave a trace, a dent, a small faint mark to let others know, he was there first.
⁃ By then, Lucci would lean in slow and measured, your jaw grabbed, voice hot and heavy as his breath skims over your earlobe, whispering; “Mine.” and then nibble, latch his mouth on your neck.
⁃ Sucking, kissing, biting and licking. And if you try to push him for being too flustered, he’ll bury himself deeper, growing annoyed with your squirming; you both know its useless.
⁃ and if you insist he calls you by a pet name, it’ll always be done with the undertone of possession, control and claim.
⁃ “My wife” “my girl” “my pet” it’s always “my” with him. As if the hickeys on your neck or the matching dress to his suit isn’t enough of an indicator of who you belong to.
⁃ “But what about in bed Mlem!?” Look here pretty, Rob Lucci, for the man he is — is extremely territorial. Maybe it’s the animal in him, but when he fucks he does it to scent, to rut, and to leave a mark of himself in there. It’s instinct — animal.
⁃ Eye contact during it. 100%.
Not because its endearing: but it’s about domination. That he has control, power and isn’t willing to let you go from his sight. It’s all about making you feel small, vulnerable and terribly weak under in him — and it’s working. His gaze is focused, dark and narrowed but as you grow more hot; breath gone and huffing? Turning flushed and sensitive? Something soft settles in his gaze. It’s faint, almost unnoticeable but it’s there (as he thrusts into your harder)
⁃ he likes how small you look under him.
a sense of vulnerability perhaps; how you allow a killer like him to grab, bite and pull you despite knowing his truer nature. That unspoken trust? It does something to him, something warm, stuttering; a human feeling. It’s unbecoming and he can’t get enough of it, can't get enough of you.
- Rob Lucci is a biter. He bites. Neck, nipples, thighs and all over your chest, he’ll bite and nibble and kiss as he fucks you through it. And if you’re just a little bit too loud, he grips your throat, or shove a finger down your mouth. “Shhh,” his voice slathers across your neck, hot and heavy, as he thursts into you. Hands gripping your wirsts hard enough to bruise. “so tight—”
⁃ He’ll degrade you, just enough to make you teary, call you pathetic, mock your tears, and have you beg for more.
⁃ You’re wet from just a bit of kissing and core rubbing over his thigh? “Tch, pathetic.”
⁃ You moan just a little bit too loud? Back arching a little too high? “How needy.”
⁃ You tug at him, pleading with him to stop teasing? All he offers is: “Beg.”
⁃ And when he fingers you — his fingers long and precise, hitting each spot as you make a mess on his thigh? “Look at you, all stupid from just my fingers,,, it’s almost humiliating.” And he says it with a small, faint chuckle.
⁃ And if you want more? You’ll have to beg with him, tug and plead with him as he keeps circling your clit, kissing and nibbling your neck. Hands clutching onto his long, dark hair to ground yourself.
⁃ Truly, Rob has his ways of making you feel impossibly needy.
⁃ and then, for taking it without a fuss or a cry—he’ll offer smaller praises, the pace of his thrusts slowing down, turning heavy, hard and entirely controlled.
⁃ And as he leans in with a faint curve of a smirk on his lips. His voice laced with a small dark undertone of condescension; “good pet” or maybe when he feels gentle, his voice drops lower and the words that leave his mouth sounds more like a secret than praise; “you’re too good for me,,, too good,” or his favourite “you’re mine. Only mine.”
Summary: His dirty talk is possessive, curt. He let’s you know how stupid you look, how small and cute you sound beneath him — and he talks to you like you’re prey, something that’s within his mercy, and his alone.
It’s not meant to be teasing or degrading; it’s meant to be dominating. Possessive. You’re his, and he’ll let you know about it for each thrust and fuck.
Sir Crocodile 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
- sub/dom dynamic, pseudo incest, ddlg; Daddy kink, size kink,,,, and corruption kink if you squint your eyes. shy- and cute!reader
- outside the bedroom the petnames drip with class, finery and everything rich in this world; Sir Crocodile is scum but scum made of gold, gems and the finest burgundy silks. The same goes with his petnames.
- “Darling” “My lady” “My wife” or when he feels especially fancy, “My pearl”. It all drips with luxury, wealth and better manners made of opulence. You’re not just his girl; you’re his lady, and she doesn’t come cheap.
- That’s how he would refer to you in front of others but behind closed doors? The fine edge of expenses doesn’t drop but it grows soft, domestic. Depending on your personality; shy, younger, smaller? I can see him refer to you as “doll” or even something casual like “bunny”. It rolls of his tongue like rough gravel with just a touch of possession as he gropes your waist.
- “We want the dirty talk mlemiie!” Ok fine, NSFW related; Crocodile is a man of luxuries, don’t expect him to just fuck you through it because you’re needy. You’ll have to earn your pleasure. The same goes for his dirty talk.
- you want him to be more gentle with his tone? Kinder? Softer? You have to deserve it, after all you’re the one who got needy, desperate and utterly wet for him — and when you start crying at his words, all teary eyes and begging; he’ll crease his brows at you, chuckle a little to himself when you start to pathetically rub his hand against your panties. You’re so desperate it’s laughable.
- He’s mean. Not in a “bohoo, poor you!” but in a “you want me to stop? No? Then behave.” And he says this whilst relentlessly teasing you, fingers skimming over your lace, one finger plunging into you, sliding over your folds as he watches you with that smug, proud grin of his. Cigar stuck to his handsome face.
- Look… in bed… the pet names are to showcase you’re his little babydoll, okay? He likes you when you’re beneath him; small, vulnerable and ready to be ruined. It’s all about who is in power here and between you two? It’s him. It’s always him.
- If you’re into it, he refers to himself as “daddy”, taaaaalk to the wall.
- And the nicknames comes off mostly for praise unless of course,,,
“you’re my good girl aren’t you?” He says, hook around your waist to dig you deeper onto his cock.
And if when you’re on your knees? Sucking him off? “You can take it, you’re daddy’s little girl after all—” he hums, hand gripping your hair, pushing you deeper and deeper. And he won’t pity you for gagging.
“Look at you, you’ll sit still and be good f’me, won’t you?” His breath hot on your ear as his hand makes it up your thigh, skimming just under your skirt—his lips grazing your jaw when he feels you’re all soaked through. “Wet? Already? From a bit of kissing? Maybe you’re dirtier than I thought, maybe you’re not my good girl anymore, maybe you're just a slut,” he says that, withdrawing and you panic, clinging onto him, begging and pleading not to stop and he loves seeing how pathetic you can get.
- He’s rough, firm—he grips you during it. Hard enough to leave bruises, dents and marks of his choking. At first, especially if you’re inexperienced, he’ll start off gentle, not soft, not faint but slow, careful not to break you — but as the night progresses, when your walls clench and flutter onto his cock, practically swallowing him whole, he can’t hold onto his restrain. He’ll fuck you hard, rough, the little moans you give off as he breaks you in half only fuels his lust for you.
- At that point, Sir Crocodile is far from being in control, all he wants is to feel you—wet, squelching and hot.
Summary: In public? On everyday occasion? The petnames are classy, adoring, with just a tinge of something domestic. But behind closed doors? He’s sweeter; gentler. You’re his doll, his cuter, smaller wife and his treasure alone to spoil. And further into your little home, when it’s just you, him, sweat and sex? Rough but not mean enough to make you cry unless you beg for it—sweet but not enough to not put you in your place; which is beneath him, legs clenched around his torso as he takes you for himself.
Trafalgar D. Water Law 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
- degradation kink, dacryphilia, sexual overstimulation, breath play
- Look, this skinny emo plans, asserts, and calculates. And yes, he is grumpy but have you seen the amount of time this man gets flustered? He doesn’t do intimacy well, not as well as he would like to. In other words: Trafalgar D. Water Law, Surgeon of Death and youngest Warlord of the Sea — gets shy.
Like, really shy.
He’s a dork.
A loser.
A geek.
And I freaking love it.
- Mostly he’ll call you by your name but when it’s just the two of you? Or when you’re crying or in pain? That controlled demeanour of his turns soft, brows easing as he comes close to you; “Baby” “Love” or even as something cheesy as “Pretty girl”.
- Law is surprisingly soft with his wording, tone low and gentle, a tone reserved for you and you alone. But not in public, not ever, he has a reputation to uphold, alright?
- He’s a tease. He likes teasing you, grinning all sly and mocking when your hand is latched over his collar, pouting and tiptoeing, trying to earn a kiss — and he’ll just watch in pure, unfiltered amusement at your try reaching for a kiss. and when he finally leans in, head tilting, ready to kiss you—he’ll swipe out of reach once more. And he loves that you get all flustered and sulky over it, tugging and pulling at him.
- But in bed? During sexy time? That cute, dorky, shy demeanour vanishes the further the night goes on.
At first, he’d be hesitant; his tatted hand landing above yours is faint, eyes not meeting when you inch closer, his ears slightly red.
- “You sure about this babe?… I mean, I want to, I just…” he rubs his neck and you decide to tease him. “Just what, Law? You shy?” You say the last part with a hint of a giggle and he’ll look to you then, that cute, dorky loser expression he wore? Gone. Something sharper settles in his gaze, something close like provocation. The rest of the night? Don't expect him to be shy about it anymore because the next minute, you’re pushed down your back, his hands bracing between your head and you’ll stare dumbly into his face. A switch has been flipped. The dork you were teasing? Gone.
- “Shy? You wanna see how shy I get?” His hands travel beneath your skirt, fingers skimming over your lace, his lips going beneath your jaw—”What’s the matter? Don’t wanna talk back no more’?” And whenever you’re ready to retort, he’ll plunge a finger into your folds, thumb circling your clit, pushing, pulling and fingering you till you’re nothing but a wet, moaning mess. That’s the kind of man he is in bed; his fingers skilled, precise and controlled—each curl inside your walls are done to make you flinch, arch and clutch onto him.
- Degrading nicknames. Definitely.
- He likes it when he gets to mock at the state you’re in—”Slut” “whore” and even associate you as “cock dumb”, and which you are. You are dumb for him, especially when he fingers you, pull your clit, and bite your neck as you cum for the third time—tears streaming down your face when he curls his fingers deeper into you, pulling, plunging and squeezing your clit. Law is mean when he fingers, and you love it enough to become a sobbing, whining mess.
- “hah, look at you, fuckin’ slut, takin’ my cock—fuck—just like that you stupid whore” he says that, whilst pushing you into a mating press, legs curled and aching as he stretches you deeper—his hands on your wrists, gripping you hard enough to leave them bruised and marked. And you’ll whine as he moves harder, rougher, not once showing mercy because you’re a whiny mess beneath him.
- And if you tug at him, still begging for more? He’d chuckle, the one that has a hint of cynical mockery in it—”Oh yeah?” His hand glides up from your chest to your chin, tilting it up, thumb on your lower lip. Nudging, rubbing. “Open” and you can’t help but to obey, tongue lolling out, eyes teary as he spits in your mouth and you swallow on instinct. “Hah, what a whore.” and he’ll fuck you harder for it, pushing you deeper into your mating press and rutting into like you’re nothing but a whiny, dirty cum rag.
- Law indulges in breath play. (Source? Me) You’ll wear a choker, one that he meticulously tighten and releases, observing your reactions, asserting when to punish and reward you as he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, forcing you to swallow more of his length, making you choke on your spit; breath hitching, chest filling with air before forces another thrust, releasing the choker just enough to let you sob a moan. Tears streaming down your face for how mean he is during it—turning you into a blabbering, begging mess of cum and sweat.
- For praise; it’s a mix of both degradation and sweetness.
“Who’s the prettiest slut, huh?” He says, bending you over his desk, hand on your throat as he raw dogs you into your cunt, tight and wet for him. Walls squelching around his cock. You won’t be able to answer, as he chokes you, his tatted hand gripping you hard enough to make you drool out spit. “You is it? Yeah—shit—you’re the only whore f’me”
- the tone he carries is possessive, cynical and a dark underlying infatuation he can’t get rid of no matter how much he pounds into you, your pussy swallowing and sucking his length—not once wishing for him to stop.
Summary: Law is a soft lover who hides behind grumpy scowls and nonchalance but underneath it? He holds a special tenderness for you, even if he’s mean in bed—you’re his baby, his love, his most prettiest girl. And if you actually start sobbing, crying and tell him how he’s legit hurting your feelings during sex? He’ll stop mid thrust, eyes widening and brows going up as he lifts you up into his chest. Voice low, dark as he kisses the side of your hair. “shhh, I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry… don’t cry.”
That’s just the kind of softness he has for you, and you alone.
Donquixote Doflamingo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
- bondage, degradation and size kink, power difference and toxic relationship dynamics
- My manipulative, blonde birdie. Everything about Doflamingo screams arrogance, wealth and pride — he’s flashy, but not gaudy. He’s got taste, even if it is over the top flamboyant, enough to out-sparkle a gyaru’s own decoden collection, but despite this, there is a hint of elegance. Classic, rich and everything unfair in this world.
- His petnames for his lover would be “Sweetheart” in either the most condescending, patronising tone or a gentle softness so unbecoming of him it makes you flinch.
- He’d wave you over, pat a hand on his lap, let you rest your head on his chest as he tells you about this beautiful fine satin that you would love for your room’s bedsheets, but unfortunately they were stained with blood so he couldn’t fix it for you. And he’d say all of that in the most kind, slow tone he could ever recreate—caressing your hair, stroking your cheek, soft motions lulling you to sleep.
- Doflamingo’s petnames ranges from there. “Dove” “darling” and when he feels especially casual, “baby” on a few occasion, and the way it leaves his mouth, it makes your ear twitch, feet already padding his way. When he calls for you, it puts you into a trance; pulling you towards him like strings around your neck begging for your name to leave his mouth again and again and again.
- His attention is a drug, and his affection becomes a need; a dark delving desire that cannot be anything but the most sweetest taste of codependency and worship.
- He’s possessive. And so is his love. He doesn’t merely want you, but own you.
- Unlike Lucci, there is a darker twist in his desire for his lover, one that strips you off choice and autonomy—you’re his. Everything about you is his — your name, your smile, even your blood running beneath your veins is tied to that man and he’ll make sure you know it. Brand you in his clothing, his jewellery, his money, wealth and power—and if he gets lovesick enough, he might even mark you with an innocent string across your wrist carved with his name. He’ll call it a bracelet, a gift, but you see it for what it truly is: cuffs. So you won’t go, leave and betray.
- each petname is done to show you and everyone else that you’re his—”my darling” “my sweetheart” and “my pretty girl”; each and everything that rolls of his tongue is ‘his, his, his’.
- In bed? Doflamingo is a freak. He mocks, he humiliates, he dumbs you down into something small, stupid, weak and pretty — one that he adores to push and pull at. Strings fastening across your joints as he calls you all the dirty things you can imagine.
- “puppet” “pet” “doll”; petnames to accentuate your place in his world: strung and made by him. “slut” “whore” “slave”, all three to emphasize your use in his bed—to please, bend and be fucked with—it’s not about mere domination but ownership; you’re his and he gets to use you however he wish.
- The nicknames grows more and more cruel as the night goes on—”cumrag” “dirty cumsock” “sextoy” it all drips with degradation, dominance and mockery, and maybe when he feels gentle, he’ll lean down your ear, fingers trailing your jaw as you take a third of his finger into your wet little pussy, “That’s right, be louder with your cute moans, let them know who you belong to baby,” his voice hot against your ear, neck arching as he rewards you with a circle on your clit.
- Whether you two do it in private, in the pool or in the back alley where anyone can walk in—the strings are at play. Squeezing your wrist together so tight you think they’ll saw your hands off, or wrapped across your thigh to spread your legs at an obscene angle—it does not matter. Choking or holding you, they’re present. Always.
- “Hah? What’s the matter little pet? Can’t take no more?” He’d laugh at that, yanking your hair as he forces you swallow more of him—lips swollen, tears running down your cheek and he’ll do nothing but push you hard enough to make you gag. “You’re the one who begged to be my little toy, so get to work.”
- And when you’re curled into a mating press, legs anchored into the air with strings strung across your ankles; calf aching, thighs burning as he digs himself deeper into you, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise—he’ll mock at the state he has you in. “Doffy! Doffy! Doffy! Is that all you can say now?” He’ll grin, forcing a finger down your mouth and on instinct you’ll suck, lick, the taste of salt sticking to your tongue as you swirl around his finger for more—giving him no choice but to push even deeper. “Hah, you dirty cumrag.”
- He’ll humiliate you, make you use your words.
You’re needy, tugging his sleeve for attention but all he gives you is one innocent tilt of his head, grin playing on his lips. “Hmm? You want me to do what?” He says, leaning down knowing exactly what you want but plays oblivious just to see you flustered. “Huh? You want this?” His hand trails beneath your waist band, slithering along your lace, one finger going over your panties, “Go on then, tell me what to do.”
The way your cheeks burn, how you chew your lower lip in frustration as you try and force him to just finger you — It’s humiliating, adorable, and he fucking loves it.
Summary: Doffy is meanie, but he won’t break you, no. You’re his pet, his girl, and favourite person in all one package; he’ll love you in the most wicked and twisted way there is. Affection draped in possession, attention marked with control, and nicknames spewed out to keep you tethering for more and more. Never once looking out your birdcage when your eyes are solely set on him. And he’ll ensure that with strings and chains alone.
Roronoa Zoro 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
- brat/dom dynamic, praise
- Lazy, sleepy but disciplined and righteous. This man doesn’t play regarding you. You’re his girl.
- Zoro isn’t the type of guy to show you off but he won’t mind it if you cling onto his arm in public for the world to see, or turn him into your personal body guard. No. He’ll protect, shield and nudge you to the side—yes he will grumble, yes he will scowl but he wouldn’t let you out of his sight for a second. Not because you aren’t capable, but because he’s protective, observant and always ready to get you out of harms way. Lousy, but loyal. Fiercely so.
- With that established, petnames under his guise are casual, aloof. “Babe” “woman” or when he grumbles under his breath after you nag to him about how he forgot your snacks; “must you be so damn bossy, lady.” and then he’ll go and get your snacks without further complaint.
- He says it with a tone like it’s a drag, a pain in his butt and yet, there will be a hand on your waist, a shoulder to always lean on and eyes always glazing over your shape. Low, watching and yearning.
- “Mlem, where is the NSFW???” Look here pretty, petnames in bed remain rather civil — the “babe” elevates to “baby”, and it's either in the most lousy tone or as if to mock you. He’d call you "pretty", maybe “beautiful” when he feels especially soft but other than that; he's aloof.
- sure, Zoro’s lazy even in bed but if you’re a brat? The kind that talks back? tease with petty comments and attitude testing his every turn? He's a brat tamer. Talk to the wall. Zoro is a prideful man but he likes a good fight, and when you’re being all difficult and bratty? It turns him on like no other, knowing he can get you screaming his name in private quarters, saying the most nastiest things in your ear, voice low and husky as he talks you through it.
- and if that attitude is still up; best know he’s going to bite back, rough, mocking; the softer petnames become taunting, mean. “Hah? What’s the matter baby? You were talkin’ a bunch of shit just a second ago, what happened?” Zoro says with a cocky smile on his face, knowing damn well you can’t talk back with your lips around his dick, his tip hitting the roof of your walls as he forces you further down by the back of your head.
- Zoro is a tease. He edges, taunts and mocks at the state you’re in whilst relentlessly thrusting into you, and every time you’re about to reach your high—he slows, withdraws and forces you into a lewder position against the wall. “I know baby, I know—you can take it—fuck, yeah,” Zoro’s voice vibrates across your neck, hot and flaring as he fucks you through it, hands on your thighs to press you deeper onto his cock. “spread your legs for me, you can do that can’t you, pretty girl?” your walls squeezes at that nickname, and you can feel his lips curving into a smile at that reaction. His voice is husky, a tone of condescension hidden beneath the breaths as he thrust into you. “You like that? You like being called pretty?”
- Zoro manhandles; toss you across the bed, slam you against the wall, arch your limbs in such way it makes you strain and all he’ll offer as comfort is a kiss below your neck—”shhh, I’ll help your stretchin’ routine later, ‘kay baby?” he says, gripping you harder, rougher, not once seeming to let you go.
- His strength is a force; no matter how much you squirm against him he'll keep you pinned down; hand pushing down your head against the sheets, or an arm locked around your neck as he pounds into you from behind. And he loves, how utterly useless, small and vulnerable you are against his grip.
Summary: Zoro is the type of boyfriend that rolls with anything you roll with. You openly tell him you like being called “angel”? Next morning it’ll rolls off his tongue as if he’s called you it a thousand times already; natural and casual. And in bed, there is no difference. You want to be called degrading nicknames? He’ll comply, and maybe it’ll leave his mouth a little bit too good
