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Not a request, I just wanted to check in and say I hope you’re recovering well! I also recently had a cheeky little ER visit (I was sat in there with my IV drip like omg, medial emergency twinssss. And then started mentally working dehydration delirium into the concept of maybe a sick reader being taken care of series, or an aphrodisiac series, on a side blog I will one day actually put my writing on, I swear. We’ll see if I pick one or both ideas tho lmao) But in all seriousness, medical emergencies can be so scary, especially with needing surgery, I hope you’re doing better, and getting lots of good rest!
soooooo you need to @ me to your side blog one day when you choose to write because ILL BE GEEKING FIRST IN LINE READING IT I SWEAR
But I completely agree with you when it comes to medical emergencies, I didn’t regard my health and well being all that much until they laid me on the surgery bed, white light staring down on me and the anesthesia slowly doing its magic😭 it was terrifying, made me start crying in front of the nurses😭😭
health really is wealth, I understand that now but I hope you’re doing much better than before! I’m sending you all my luck and best wishes 🥹🤍
HII MLEM ❤️❤️❤️ i hope you’re doing better post surgery, im glad you’re resting you deserve it! i hope you are doing better, surgery recovery can be rough and mentally taxing but i know your strong and you’ll power through!!!
here are some more churro pics to maybe make ur day a little brighter ❤️❤️❤️❤️
WAHHHHHH HES SO CUTIE I CANTTTT MY HEART ITS TOO MUCH I CANT TAKE IT .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.🤍
Seriously though, thank you so much for your note, it’s the sweetest thing ever and it made me smile like an idiot when i received it🥹🤍 big hugs to you!!!
Hi, this isn't a request, I just wanted to tell you how much your work makes me feel seen! I've struggled with my mental health and SH, and it brought tears to my eyes to read about my favorite characters validating my past experiences and reacting with such a caution and care. So, thank you so much, please keep writing, stay safe, and I wish you the very best. 🥹🫶
Reading this felt like a warm hug oh my gosh. Sh can be such an isolating and lonesome experience, feeling rejected and all alone was a reason why i needed to write fictions about it with my One Piece Men so i’m glad my writing made you feel seen! 🥹🤍
hi, this isn't a request. I just wanted to say thank you for sharing your works, it has brought me comfort on my darker days and i hope your recovery is going smoothly. ♡
oh of course sweetheart🥺🤍 everytime I hear how my works reach some of your hearts really really really makes me feel good about my writing and i struggle seeing anything else but faults so THANK YOU!!! 💞🤍
One Piece Men + reacting to sulky!reader (drabbles)
- ❝your s/o makes a mistake resulting you to sulk. How will they react to that? ❞
˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: Fluff, banters, and reader being sassy if not somewhat bratty, suggestive themes; SFW. Reader is she/her. 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 600 per each seperate fic.
₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Rob Lucci, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro, (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)
❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: Hi. I vanished. And I had this one in my drafts for a good while, I was gonna post this when my wound infection was done and gone but yk what, i’ll post this now and try and get back into writing. IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. You guys don’t hate me... right? 🥹 Based on this request! I hope you will enjoy this gorgeous @vixeybabe <3❞
Rob Lucci
You’re sat on the plush of your vanity chair doing what not—brushing your hair, doing your nails, fixing your skin care—anything but acknowledging the man leaning against the door frame behind you.
His arms crossed and gaze piercing your back. Expression a scowl but you don’t care.
Rob’s been staring at you for the past few minutes and he can keep staring.
He agreed to take you out for shopping — but work came up, and that always came first.
Which you can understand; he’s a Government agent, you knew what kind of man you chose to entangle yourself with but then, when he came back — the topic of shopping came up once more and he had commented on your spending habits, calling it childish. Impulsive. And entirely impractical.
Since, there’s been silence.
Since, there’s been scowls and frowns and a lot of ‘hmph’ on your end.
The times when Lucci is home, you usually spent it tugging at his side, anything to be close to him before he vanishes to do Government business but now?
You don’t have any interest in his presence other than silence.
Which, he should be comfortable with.
Which, he should be unbothered with.
Which, he shouldn’t find himself silently stalking you from room to room like a robotic ghost sizing up his next prey.
And the thing is,
Lucci just…. Stands there.
Arms crossed. Expression dead serious and posture so straight you’d mistake him for a coat stand and not your lover.
But you ignore him.
You undress in complete silence as you get ready for bed — skimming into your sleepwear, not once glancing his way as you methodically get in bed. Back turned.
Lucci doesn’t move.
Doesn’t say anything.
just goes to sit on the edge of the bed, on your side.
His weight dipping down the mattress, but you don’t turn to face him.
Minutes goes.
Moments passes.
Clock keeps ticking.
Until he breaks the suffocation—not because he resigns defeat but because it annoys him. Must you be so prideful? Must you be so high maintenance and bratty?
“How long are you planning to keep up with this.”
You don’t answer. In fact, his stupid comment resolves your pettiness even further.
He glances to your figure, back still turned. He blinks, looking away. “I already said I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, you’re being petty.”
A pause.
“You hate me.” You mumble and he snaps his gaze to you, giving you a hard look.
“I’m not entertaining this childish endeavour.”
“You want me to die.” You pull your blanket tighter around yourself and you hear him click his tongue.
He manoeuvres over you, looming above you, forcing you to turn on your back and face him but you cover your eyes with your hands.
Not wanting to see him.
He grits his teeth.
His knee goes in between your legs as he takes a hold of your wrists, trying to pry your hands off your face as soft as a killing machine possibly could.
“Look at me.” His tone is commanding and you squeeze your eyes shut as he forces your wrists apart. Bracing them between your head.
“If you won’t open your eyes I'll punish you, and you won’t like it.”
You refuse.
And he leans in, kissing your neck.
Making you flinch.
You stutter out his name “h-hey!”
His tactic worked because now you’re staring at him, bashful and half-into it.
He looks up to you, face coming close to yours. So close you can feel his breath on your cheeks. Controlled. Steady. Everything yours isn’t.
His voice goes husky, “We can keep going, or you can keep sulking.”
You push your knee into his abdomen, heart thrumming. “You’re mean.”
“I’m practical.”
“You said my closet was overflowing!”
“Which it is.”
You try and push him off with your leg but he’s completely unbothered, leaning back down to kiss your forehead.
And it catches you off guard, your squirming halting — and his thick lips curves into a smile. Small, hidden, and entirely cocky.
and as you burn, he goes back to your neck.
“This is so unfair—“ you hitch your breath when you feel him making a hickey.
You can sulk all you want, but he’ll wring you back in, one way or another.
Summary: In the end, Rob did keep to his word, taking you out for shopping. Holding your bags. Following you silently around as you empty out his wallet. And you’re smiling. Talking. Giddy and playful. He wont admit it, but it’s a look that suits you far more.
Sir Crocodile
You were laying flat on the sofa. Head buried in the cushions. Sulking.
Sir Crocodile promised to spend time with you last evening — you had fixed tea, blankets, cancelled your dinner date with your friend only for him to never arrive.
Not because of work, not because of Buggy and his stupidity, not because he had business to take care of, no.
He simply forgot.
Forgot.
That word made you wince.
And since he’s been trying to make up for it.
Bouquets of flowers, gifts piling up your room, the new dress you’ve been looking at and that perfume you’ve ran out of — everything and anything but being at home and spend time with you.
Like he said he would.
Which is why you do not acknowledge him looking down at you laying on the sofa, his brows pinched and hair slightly loose.
“… Really. You’re still sulking. I find you in the same spot since I left this morning.”
You do not answer him, just sink even deeper into the cushions.
He takes a smoke, and goes down to sit next to you. “Will you force me to sleep on the couch again tonight?” his voice is gruff, eyes skimming over your figure, fingers tracing your calf only for you to flinch and withdraw.
Still not willing to talk.
Crocodile gives out a low guttural sigh, smoke slithering through his nose as if resigning. “You understand that creating a comfortable life suited to your palate doesn’t come easy with time to dawdle and play house. If I could, I’d spend every waking moment with you.” With that, he crushes his cigar into the ashtray. His eyes growing weary and you tense.
“You promised me.” you mumble.
Crocodile snaps his gaze to you, brows easing.
“And then you forgot.” You dig yourself so deep into the cushions you swear dent marks will appear on your face afterwards. “So that means I'm worth nothing to you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous now—“ he catches his tongue when you shift your head.
Truly — you can be such a brat.
You feel a large hand wrap itself around your ribcage, the hooked forearm anchoring you up and pressing you against his chest.
His very sturdy, and very firm chest.
Warmth radiating into your spine.
Burning you up.
Sir Crocodile leans in, voice hot on your ear is rugged, coarse and low; the tone he has when he wants to please you, coerce you, make you his entirely as if you haven’t surrendered every part of yourself to him.
“Want a kiss?”
His voice so close your ear twitches.
You grab onto his forearm. Adverting your gaze. “And then what? you’ll just forget about me again.”
Crocodile’s lips skims your earlobe, not kissing it, not landing his mouth on it—but a caress, a tease.
“Forget about you? How can I when you’re all I think about?”
Your face starts burning. “Liar.”
And he kisses you on the cheek.
You repeat yourself, “Liar, liar, liar—“
And he keeps pecking you, kissing you again and again, kissing you until you’re willing to share the bed with him
Which is also, the reason you went to sleep so late.
Summary: He stayed home the day after. Not as a sorry, not as an apology but to remind you—you’re his lady, and she does not get to be neglected.
Trafalgar D. Water Law
You had entered an art competition.
You spent hours on the canvas with meticulous details and adjusted techniques, not one single brushstroke was made with mistake, but now with the deadline closing in, you find the canvas spilled with a dark, brown stain.
Coffee.
And Law is present at the crime scene, empty mug rolling across the floor, his hands stuffed with napkins.
That’s the story why you’re chopping the vegetables with such force, such pace, Law thinks he might be next.
He stands by the door frame, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he goes for a fourth attempt in dealing with this situation.
“Babe,” his tone is careful, “how long will you ignore me for?”
It’s been three hours. And you might go for another four.
Law grumbles something.
“Is there anything I can do to make it up for you?”
You don’t face him. Knife not stopping. “It’s fine.”
Law presses down his lips, that’s what you’ve responded with for the past 10 minutes. A new approach is needed.
He inches near, arms wrapping around your waist as he leans down, lips grazing your temple.
“I’m sorry, yeah? Why don’t we go out to eat tomorrow? On me.”
You blink. “Everything is always on you.”
He holds a smile, “We’re going to the mall afterwards, check.” Law comes close, kissing the side of your face, and you don’t answer. Only grumble.
And he wraps his arms around you tighter, forcing your chopping to come to a halt.
“I’m sorry.” the apology came out far softer than you’d ever think Law could manage to replicate — like a hush, a hum, a crumbled love letter no one was supposed to read; and maybe, just maybe, you can let yourself ease.
“You’re not forgiven.”
Law lands his face on your shoulder. Taking in your scent. Feel his lips place on the nape of your neck. Forcing a shudder.
“Doting me won’t save you.” You say, and another kiss on your neck is made. And your shoulders tenses, composure trembling.
“That’s fine,” his voice is low against your skin as if he’s sinking into the tone of your anger, the strain of your heart — hoarding it all for himself. “I want it either way.”
His arms bundle up over your chest and your knife clatters from your grip as he starts to pepper kisses on your back, shoulder and spine.
What a greedy, selfish, jerk.
Summary: dinner arrived a little bit later than planned—but whatever the case, Law was right where he wanted to be.
Donquixote Doflamingo
Doffy has a temper — sure, you know of it — witnessed it, seen it in full display and all of that is cruel and horrible.
That’s why you didn’t press it when he forgot your six month anniversary.
In the end, small trivial details of such needs are expected to be eluded to a man like him. He does not find it in himself to romance it.
You knew that, of course.
Still.
You dressed up.
Wore your favourite pair of heels and bought a new dress and did your hair.
Maybe there would have been a surprise.
Something.
Anything.
But Donquixote Doflamingo is a man as fine as he is casual, you knew that, so why does it hurt when you see him lounging by the pool; Family members laughing and playing, skimpy men and women fawning over him and colourful cocktails with parasols stuck to its shave and liquor spill down his chin?
He sees you, and grins.
That mocking, stupid, devilish grin that a teenage boy wears when he sees a girl he wants to bully.
But you turn.
And the smile falters.
You’re sitting by the edge of your bed, fiddling with the tiny envelope you prepared for him.
Confessions, admiration, inside jokes and corny heart doodles — you have half the mind to rip it to shreds — only for the door to creak open.
For once, there is no extra flair, his posture somewhat straight, hands in his pocket, and there are no hints of a smile or a scowl or fury — for once, he is serious. And you do not look his way.
“Baby,” He drags out, walking closer, “What’s the matter huh? You left me all alone there, I’ve never felt so neglected in my life before.” He stands before you, larger hands going to your face. “not in the mood today? You sure are dressed up,” He tilts his head. Thumbs and fingers tracing your edges, until he stops.
Watching you. Observing you.
A silence in your figure.
“what’s this? Is my little dove sad?”
You blink. Letter crumpling in your hand. “I’m fine.” your voice is dismissive, eyes not meeting.
You’re guarded. Frustrated, and a little bit… pouty?
It clicks for him then — Comfort. To let him close, near and vulnerable, you require comfort.
“Who do I need to kill?”
That’s when you look at him, cringing, but beneath the shadow of his sunglasses, you spot it; hunger, possession, amusement and murder.
Of course, that’s just how he’s always been.
So you take his hands off of you and slam your head against the mattress.
“You’re the worst.”
A brow of his goes up, “so?”
You squeeze the envelope in your fist, pulling a pillow over your head.
“Forget it. Just die.”
What.
A corner of his lip jerks up, a brow twitches. “What was that—“
“It doesn’t matter!” You dig your face into the mattress and Doflamingo has had enough of your nonsense. He grabs you by the elbows; you relent and he forces you onto your back, clasping your wrist as he makes you look at him.
“Doesn’t matter, hah? You want me to die, hah?” His knee goes between your legs, his weight dipping the mattress, and you seethe. Eyes squeezing shut.
“It’s you who does—“
He slams your wrists in between your head, and the way he looms over you feels a lot like a predator snarling his teeth at his prey — and maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly what you are.
“You’re too pretty to talk so much shit,” he squeezes your wrists, overpowering you. “but go on, tell me, what could possibly upset my pet like this, hm? I’m beyond interested to hear your verdict—“
You force a kick with your knee into his abdomen and he doesn’t flinch. Just shuts up.
“You forgot about our six month anniversary.” Your cheeks burn, “Why am I even dating you. You suck.”
And he blinks.
Once. Twice.
Before snorting, and burst out in laughter.
Hold on your wrists loosening as he brings his lips to your cheek.
His weight slumping over you.
“And here I thought someone needed to die. Awh, poor poor baby, she got herself all dressed up only to find nothing.” He kisses your cheek and you push at him, hit and kick and pull on him to get off of you.
“Get off—“
And he kisses you again, and again, and again and again. Your cheek, nose, neck and jaw, and it’s horrible, because the more he kisses, the more you calm
Sunmary: Safe to say, Donquixote Doflamingo has his own (effective) way of comforting. The rest of the day, he drops all other schedules and appointments just to take you out — dinner, walks, shopping and whatever else that could please your mind. After all, who else but him has the right to spoil you?
Roronoa Zoro
You both made it to a relatively empty stall.
A passing comment, a foolish one — Zoro was gulping down a new brew of sake, the expensive kind, and it went down his throat in one go.
Liquor dripping down his chin.
Adam’s apple bopping.
“Phew!” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a glee on his face, “Man… that’s better than sex.”
You blink, whatever you were drinking, you stopped, and glanced to him.
Eye twitching.
And Zoro is completely oblivious. “Oi! chief! Get me another one—“
“—Better,” you cut him off and he looks to you, “than sex?”
“uh—“
You slammed your cup down, and got up.
“Er, I, babe, cmon it’s not like that—“
You start walking off, not giving him a chance to explain himself and Zoro flies to his feet, stool clattering to the ground.
“H-hey, it was a joke, a stupid one, yeah, so babe, cmon—“
Your stomping grows harder. “No, don’t worry, why don’t you order another one since it’s sooo good?”
He catches your shoulder and you slap his hand off of you. Zoro grits his teeth, watching you fume across the street.
Damn it.
Him and his big mouth.
But curse it all if he’s just going to let you stomp off.
He marches after you, “Look, I’m sorry ‘kay? My big mouth ran on its own, y’know it ain’t true so—“
You stop.
You turn.
You cross your arms.
“So?”
“So… I’m sorry?”
You roll your eyes and turn. Moving on.
And he’s had enough.
You feel your feet sweep off the ground.
“H-hey—“ and you’re hoisted over his shoulder, his larger palm above your spine.
“What do you think you’re doing!? Get off of me, you jerk—“
You bang on his shoulder, slam against his back, “Don’t ignore me!”
He does.
And everyone is watching as he crosses the streets with you howling how he’s a degenerate, a low life loser and that Sanji was right about him being a moss haired brute.
You keep shouting, berating and insult his name as Zoro brings you to a more private area by the back alley, he sets you down and you try to move past him but the tall man won’t let you.
You scowl at him. “Move.”
Zoro crosses his arms, brows creasing as he looks down at you. “How long are you gonna keep this up? I’ve said my apologies.” He says and you tip your head to the side, not breaking eye contact. “For as long as I want.”
“Yeah?” He unfolds his arms and takes a step forward, forcing you to step back.
“As long as you want huh. How long is that?” He says and you keep walking back. “Why don’t you ask for another drink? Might give you an answer.” you retort.
Zoro comes closer, and you hit a wall behind you.
“Get out of my way. Jerk.” You say, but you cannot meet his gaze.
He’s close now. Too close.
Close enough to feel his heat, sense his cologne.
He places his wrist above your head—cornering you.
And you burn.
“A joke.” His voice low, his face leaning in as if for a kiss and on instinct—you pout.
How stupid, how desperate.
Because he stops right there.
Right before he lands his mouth onto yours.
A smirk etching on his face.
“You want a kiss? I thought you weren’t done sulking—“
Your splayed hands across the wall clumps into fists, hitting his shoulder. “Shut up—“
And he kisses you. Harder, firmer, pushing into you as if to make you know your place and he kisses you again, and again.
Kissing you until he’s sick of your bullshit.
Summary: It really was a joke, you understand that after your session with him behind the alleyway.
a/n: took inspo for Zoro's part with Sypha's and Trevor's banter from Castlevania AHEM
hi miss mlem! i hope ure recovering alright, sending many love and hugs!! xoxo
hi hello hi, I kinda vanished didn’t I? I am so incredibly sorry about that ☹️
So many of you have sent me wonderful messages and I got emotional at every single one of them but I’ll use yours just to give everyone an update.
Truth is, my recovery is going awful. The first few days post surgery were alright, I just slept a lot and was bedridden for most of the time but then two weeks passed, and i got a wound infection.
I was sent to the hospital, got antibiotics, made the nurses look at my wound; turns out it opened. They gave me instructions on how to clean it, wrap it, and to finish my antibiotics. I did that. And I thought that would be the end of it. That was two weeks ago and now the wound has opened even wider, so I will call the hospital first thing tomorrow morning and ask them to check on it once more.
And during all that time; I was studying. Course work was closing in on deadline and my last exam for the summer was coming close, not to mention I am also trying to adjust myself to the loss of a few friends and the death of a family member.
So. Between all of this, i couldn’t bring myself to sit down and write. It became too exhausting to even try anymore ☹️
However. My studies are done for the summer. I am gonna call the hospital tomorrow morning and I am hoping this stupid ao3 curse will come to a final end for me because… ☹️☹️☹️☹️ I wanna get back into writing, I’ve read everyone’s requests and they all sound like so much fun and i want to write them all down for you guys☹️
I am slow with my work and I haven’t posted anything but misery and despair and it makes me feel so incredibly bad but I am trying my best in getting my life back to what it used to be.
So please bear with me. ☹️ Everyones support for the past few weeks have kept my spirits up and once the nurses look at my wound things will get better soon. Thank you everyone for your patience, truly, I am eternally grateful ☹️🤍
Hii!! Dont worry this is not a request, I just wanted to say I hope your surgery goes well and I hope you’re doing okay. We love you so much and please take care of yourself!! And please PLEASE dont rush on fics, take your time mlem <33
This is so sweet ☹️ seriously I’m getting tears in my eyes. Thank you so much for your kind words!You don’t know how much they mean to me! My surgery went well, I just have to rest up and I’ll be back before any of you guys know it 😽🤍
Hi! Some health complication happened, so I’ll be undergoing surgery today but I’ll try to post something by the end of this week if not then next week. Sorry for the long wait 🤍૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა
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*
