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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*
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🥹🤍
