#dracule mihawk oneshot

[itjazzbicch]

Be Careful What You Wish For

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Reader

First time writing for Mihawk, so I hope I did well

Summary: After running into Shanks and having a lot of drinks, the reader finds fun in poking at their rival, Dracule Mihawk, who arrives; their poking and teasing at one another leads them to a predicament that makes the reader see Mihawk as more than their rival

Warnings: Drinking, Shanks being a drunk goof (LOL), flirting

Word Count: 0.8k

“Y/N!! Sit down and have a few drinks with us, yeah?!”

Red Haired Shanks. It was no surprise to run into him, and I should’ve known that ‘a few drinks' would be a lot.

I was laughing and chatting it up with Shanks at this bar he and his crew stopped by, nearly clearing the place of liquor. There were no hard feelings between Shanks and me, so I wasn’t scared to let my guard down, even when my rival walked through the door.

“Mihawk?! What a lovely surprise! It’s just one big pirate party in here, aye?!” Shanks was so drunk he was wobbling in his seat, encouraging Mihawk, “C’m ‘ere and get a drink!”

“Drunk as usual,” He shook his head at Shanks, coming to the bar where we were sitting, eyes darting over to me, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“It’s a crazy world we live in,” I shrugged, smirking at him, “You, of all people, should know that.”

“That I do,” He mumbled, obviously having an attitude when Shanks butted his head into our conversation:

“OH MAN! I just realized you are both here! A little birdy told me that Y/N can rival your skill, Mihawk! Is that true?”

“Don’t make me- “

“Oh, it’s true,” Laughing and cutting off Mihawk, which filled in his words with a bit of annoyance:

“I’ll admit, Y/N is very skilled with a sword. “

Mihawk sounded like he meant those words but was staring at me. I wasn’t in the mood for any hostility, ignoring Shanks’ drunk ranting and winking at Mihawk:

“Relax, hon. I’m not in the mood to have a duel unless you show me a new sword.”

I referenced a specific ‘sword’ of his by quickly glancing between his legs then back up into his eyes, giggling as he got a drink from the bartender, till he leaned over the bar and mumbled:

“What’s so funny? I know for certain that is a ‘sword’ that you wouldn’t be able to handle.”

“Is that a challenge?” Cocking my eyebrow, we just stared deeply into each other’s eyes, but of course, this conversation was ruined by Shanks, who only heard my last words, exclaiming:

“Holy shit! Ya gonna have a duel and put on a show for us?!”

“Shanks, you drunk fool,” Mihawk groaned to himself, taking a sip of his drink while I handled Shanks:

“Sorry, stud, but we’d probably destroy this lovely establishment.”

“Awe, c’mon!” Shanks was too funny to me, cheeks bright red as I stood and said my goodbyes:

“Maybe next time we meet, I’ll put on a show for you.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Y/N!”

Waving and heading out of the bar, I needed to sleep off this buzz before leaving this island in the morning, but footsteps behind me caught my attention.

“Why am I not surprised? Did Shanks convince you to ‘put on a show’?”

“If I did, he’d be stumbling out here to watch,” Mihawk was telling the truth, but my hand rested on the hilt of my sword instinctively, “It’s a bit tempting, though. I noticed that you have a new sword.”

“You’re a bad liar,” Rolling my eyes, I wielded my sword, standing up straight and offering the duel, “Looks like Shanks is going to get what he wanted after all.”

“Who said that I was lying,” Running a fingertip across my blade, he analyzed it before pushing it down to the ground, standing before me, and getting his dig in on me, “Besides, I’d hate to break your new sword.”

“Oh my, I didn’t know you were a comedian in your spare time,” I dished back, putting my sword away.

“How funny,” One thing I didn’t expect from Mihawk was how soft his hand was as he patted my cheek, leaving me speechless for a change, a slight smirk on his face, “You should be grateful that I enjoy having a sparring partner.”

“Sparring partner?” Brushing off my fluster with a scoff, I gave another smirk back, my boldness shining through as I stepped closer to kiss his cheek, whispering to him, “I’m your rival, honey. Now, maybe a little grateful that I don’t show you what I can do?”

“I’m so scared,” He murmured, the tips of our noses brushing together, and it was hard to deny how much I liked having him as a rival, very much enjoying the teasing we kept dishing at each other.

“I wasn’t talking about my new sword,” Licking at my lower lip, I began to fight screaming temptations, observing as he removed his hat.

“You drank too much with Shanks,” He sighed, leaving a peck on my cheek, “We’ll have to see if those feelings remain next time we cross paths.”

Standing there holding my cheek, I was too stunned to speak as he stood tall, put on his hat, and turned away, ready to go about his way.

“You better prepare then,” I couldn’t let him walk away having the last word, but he surely did when he turned his head to me, smirking before disappearing into the night:

“Be careful what you wish for, darling.”

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[cinnbar-bun]

Kiss the Swordsman (Mihawk x Reader)

Summary: Inspired by "Kiss the Girl" from The Little Mermaid.

Perona is frustrated that Mihawk won't confess his feelings for you, so she hires Zoro to take part in a scheme to get Mihawk to admit his love for you.

Word Count: ~2.9k

Rating: SFW

You can read this on my AO3 here!

Perona glared deeply at you and Mihawk, who were quietly sitting and eating breakfast. You passed him the butter without him asking, and he refilled your cup while you were cutting your food. 

Zoro raised a brow as he stopped shoveling his pancakes into his mouth. “Why’re you so angry?” 

Perona’s frown grew fiercer as she crossed her arms. “I’m mad Mihawk hasn’t made a move!” 

Zoro glanced at Mihawk, who was taking a sip of his coffee. 

“I dunno, he looks like he’s moving just fine,” Zoro shrugged. Perona smacked his shoulders. 

“Not like that, idiot!” She shouted. Zoro picked his ear and continued to eat. 

“Dunno what you mean then.” 

“Ugh! You’re so clueless!” Perona pointed at you and Mihawk. “It’s so obvious they like each other!” 

Zoro swallowed another pancake whole and shook his head. “I know you didn’t just say that while I’m eating.” 

“Well I did!” 

“Ugh… whatever,” Zoro sighed. “Besides, what are you talking about? They don’t like each other.” 

Perona narrowed her eyes and forced Zoro to look at Mihawk. “You’re blind. Look at how he looks at (Y/n)!” 

Mihawk, at the moment, was focused on his breakfast and Zoro grit his teeth. 

“He’s not even looking at them…” 

“Y-you just missed it!” Perona’s cheeks turned red as she wagged her finger. “Trust me, he stares at them a lot!!” 

“So what? Maybe (Y/n)’s just got a stain or something. What do you want me to do about it?” Zoro tiredly responded. 

“I’m not asking you to do anything ab-,” her eyes lit up as she gasped loudly, making Zoro jolt. “That’s it! You’re a genius, Zoro!”

“I am…?” He asked, unsure if he was going to like her next few sentences. 

“Mhm! You just gave me a new idea! We go make Mihawk confess his love for (Y/n)!” 

“But does he even-“ Perona cut Zoro off by placing her index finger to his lips. 

“Shhhh… trust me. It’s foolproof.” 

---

“So, tell me again how this is supposed to make Mihawk confess?” Zoro asked as he held the shovel in his hand. 

“Duh! (Y/n) will just fall into this hole and maybe get injured or something,” Perona proudly smiled as she covered the hole with a net of leaves. “Mihawk will swoop in and realize seeing the love of his life fall into a hole was too much, then he’ll look into (Y/n)’s eyes and be so emotional over their safety and have to confess!” 

“I don’t think that’s gonna pull a confession out of him.” 

“What do you know, lughead?! Have you ever dated someone before?” 

“No,” Zoro scratched his chin. “Neither have you.” 

“Well that’s just- um, ah- just hush! Shhh! I hear them coming.” 

Perona dragged Zoro behind a tree to peek out and see her victims. Mihawk and you were clad in your usual farming attire, with you carrying a bucket of compost for your garden. Perona rubbed her hands and chuckled, waiting for the glorious moment to come when… 

“Oh, wait, Mihawk, there’s something over there,” you pointed out. 

“Hm? Ah…” Mihawk hummed in acknowledgment as you both began walking away from the path where the hole was. Perona gawked and gripped the bark of the tree. 

“No! Those two-!” 

You and Mihawk noticed a small burrow close to the field of root veggies. “A rabbit, I believe,” Mihawk murmurs, crouching down to the small nest. Before he can even take a look, a grown rabbit bolts out of the hole and dashes under Mihawk’s legs. 

You jump as the rabbit runs past you, and Mihawk recovers to quickly chase after it. The swordsman is fast and swift, able to keep up with the animal, while you’re struggling to close the gap due to the heavy bucket in your hands. 

“And, got you-“ Mihawk leans forward to grab the rabbit, but as he does so, his foot makes contact with the nest of leaves that Perona hid the hole with. “Agh!” 

Mihawk lets out a loud yelp as the rabbit slips from his fingers and he plummets to the bottom of the (thankfully) shallow hole. 

You drop the bucket and rush over to him, looking down at him inside the hole. 

“Mihawk! Are you alright?” 

He dusts himself off, examining how his white shirt is now stained with brown mud and crumbled leaves. 

“Yes. I’m quite alright,” he answers smoothly, as if he didn’t just fall face first into a hole. 

“Do you need a hand?” You ask, extending your hand to him. 

“Thank you, (Y/n),” he accepts, pulling himself up with ease. “Are you alright? You’re not injured, are you?” 

You shake your head. “No, not at all. I wasn’t the one who fell into a hole, anyways. I’ll go check on you back at the castle.” 

“Much appreciated. But first-“ he craned his neck to Perona and Zoro’s hiding spot, causing them to shriek and fully hide themselves behind the trunk. His hawk eyes narrowed at them as he slowly made his way over to them. 

It all happened in a blur, as suddenly the two were lifted by their collars as Mihawk made them face the fields. 

“Since you two love playing in the dirt so much, I’ll allow you the opportunity to till each and every field today. And while you’re at it, fill that hole again,” he stated coldly, his voice giving no room for argument or interpretation. 

Perona and Zoro gulped at the massive garden. 

“If you two try this stunt again, I will have you become fertilizer. Do you understand?” 

“Y-yes, Mihawk,” Perona and Zoro nodded and weakly gave in. Given how Mihawk could be, this was perhaps his form of mercy to them. Mihawk dropped them and walked back to you, examining your hands. 

“Ah, you have a small mark. Next time, I’ll carry the bucket for you,” Mihawk commented. 

“It’s not a problem, Mihawk. I can do it just fine,” you chuckle. “Come on now, let’s go make sure you’re not bleeding.” 

“I most certainly would not be injured from that small of a hole.” 

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Perona growled as she crossed off yet another idea from her list. 

“Maybe you should give up,” Zoro stated nonchalantly as he was taking a sip of his drink. 

“I can’t! I can’t, because if I don’t, Mihawk is never gonna do it and he’ll die alone like a boring old man!” Perona sobbed. “He can’t keep hiding his feelings! I just don’t get why none of these have worked…”

“Gee, I wonder why injuring (Y/n), burning books, breaking glass, and ruining dinner would make Mihawk not confess,” Zoro deadpanned. 

“Shut up, smartass! I just… I just know that deep down, (Y/n)’s the best thing in his life, and I’m not letting them walk away thinking he doesn’t care!” 

“That’s surprisingly caring of you.” 

“I’m gonna get violent!” Perona stomped her foot. 

“Just take it easy! You’ve been bombarding them nonstop and making us have to do so many chores. I’m not gonna clean any more dishes because of your matchmaking.” 

Perona huffed and nodded. She was exhausted from all the punishments Mihawk gave her after the many stunts she pulled, and manual labor was so not cute. She slid to the floor. 

“This is hopeless…” Perona mumbled. Zoro saw how dejected she looked and sighed. 

“Look, I’m not a romance expert, but why don’t we try something a bit smaller? Ya know? Something that doesn’t end up with (Y/n) or Mihawk getting something broken?” 

“Like what?” 

“Well, I dunno, I figured you’d tell me what people to be romantic. Damn, if only I had that cook here…” 

“Cook?” Her eyes lit up. “Cook! That’s it! We can make them a candlelit dinner!” 

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Another of Perona’s shenanigans. Mihawk sighs as he opens a letter that tells him to get dressed and be outside in the courtyard. 

“Why did she sign it as (Y/n)…” he asks himself, confused why Perona would think he wouldn’t recognize what your handwriting looked like. Regardless, considering she seemingly put so much effort into this, he plays along and does as told, careful to “dress up nicely” as Perona so eloquently wrote. He fixed his hair and made sure to brush his facial hair before heading to the courtyard. 

“Now, Perona, I hope you have a good-,” he stops when he sees you’re the person standing, waiting in the courtyard. You look breathtaking, elegantly dressed up in an outfit that fits you perfectly. For a moment, Mihawk forgets what he was doing and trying to say. You chuckle and step closer to him. 

“You got her letter, too?” You ask. Mihawk nods. 

“I’m not sure what she’s thinking now.” 

“Neither do I. But it’s been a while since I wore something like this, it’s a nice change of pace.” 

Mihawk stares at you unemotionally, and you’re worried he thinks poorly of what you just said or how you look. 

“Yes… it’s a lovely change of pace,” he adds, his face softening. “You look stunning, (Y/n).” 

The compliment makes you smile, and he feels his face get warmer at seeing your gorgeous smile his way. 

“Come, let’s take a seat, I’m sure Perona has some plans for us,” he offers his hand. You take it and he glides swiftly to the small, white table with a beautiful candelabra in the center. Mihawk pulls out your chair and helps you sit, like a true gentleman. 

“I’m honestly surprised she’d done all of this,” you comment. “I wonder why.” 

“I could hazard a guess,” Mihawk replied, before Zoro arrived in a tux. 

“Evening, you two,” he states, holding a notepad. “The uh-“ he flips through the notepad and you and Mihawk see an obvious script that Perona wrote for him. You hold in your laughter while Mihawk looks unamused. “Y-yeah, sorry, the dining room proudly presents… your dinner!” 

Zoro turns around and makes a motion to grab something, only to grab air. “Wait, where’s the food?” 

Mihawk pours you a drink as Zoro fumbles with the notepad and flounders to find the cart full of food. 

“It seems there’s been a technical difficulty,” Mihawk mumbles. 

“Oh, be easy on them,” you tease. 

Perona stomps to where Zoro is and smacks his head with the notepad. 

“I told you to put the cart there!” She hisses, you and Mihawk are able to hear her perfectly. “Now they’re going to have their dinner ruined!” 

“Hey! I’m sorry! I thought it was here!” Zoro whisper-yells back. He thankfully finds the food cart this time and pushes it towards the table. He then places a silver dish in front of each of you and removes the lid. “There we go! Dinner!” 

“Appetizer,” Perona corrects. 

“Appetizer,” Zoro amends. 

“Thank you. May we have some privacy?” 

“Ohhhhh, of couuuurse!” Perona nods, too obvious in her scheming. She grabs Zoro as the two of them hide in a nearby bush. 

“They do realize we know where they went, right?” Mihawk whispers to you so they can’t hear. 

“Just let them have this. They worked very hard for it.” 

“I understand, but their behavior is quite…” 

“Intrusive?” You add. 

“Very much so,” he sighs as he drinks. “It took me until Perona broke three cups to understand this was deliberate.” 

“For a bit, I thought they were trying to kill me,” you joke. 

“They’d know better than to try such a thing,” Mihawk shakes his head. 

“Although, knowing they’re trying to pull this off makes it a bit sweeter,” you comment. 

“What do you mean?” Mihawk raises a brow. 

“It’s sweet that they’re trying to do this for us. It’s rare we get to spend time together like this nowadays. Usually it’s us taking care of them and training them, but now they’re making us a candlelit dinner.” 

Mihawk’s lips curl into a grin. “You are correct. Even though I would not have done it like this, it’s still rather charming.” 

You and Mihawk quietly chatted throughout the three course-meal. Occasionally, you heard the grunts and arguing between Perona and Zoro from their hiding spot in the bushes. Mihawk would urge you to ignore them as you two laughed and reminisced throughout the evening. Seeing Mihawk relax more and more as he continued talking to you was a treat for Perona and Zoro. 

“I think… I think I’m starting to see what you mean,” the swordsman said. 

“See! Told ya!” Perona smirked. “Look at how he’s melting at their words and smiling.” 

“I didn’t think he could do that,” Zoro replied, impressed at how you managed to make Mihawk’s lips form a grin. 

“They’re almost done eating, now for phase two!” Perona pumped her fists and shot up from the bush. You and Mihawk glanced at her as she floated towards the woods, with Zoro following after her. 

“What do you think they’re up to now?” 

“I feel as if I really do not want to know,” Mihawk sighed. You two waited patiently, until Perona and Zoro came back with a pack of Humandrills. Your eyes widened as you gasped, while Mihawk stayed silent, waiting to see what would happen next. Perona forced the Humandrills to stop before she pulled out a box from a nearby bush. 

“Now do what we said!” She demanded as she shoved a violin to a Humandrill. The Humandrill began to make disapproving noises at her commands. She gave a few more Humandrills other instruments before she pointed at Mihawk. 

The Humandrills looked up the Warlord and then forced a nervous grin and nodded, beginning to play their instruments in sync. You were amazed as they played a slow, romantic song. 

“I…I didn’t know they could do that,” you mumble. 

“Neither did I,” Mihawk stared in awe. You were so entranced by the makeshift orchestra that you didn’t notice Mihawk looking at you, as if debating with himself. He heard Perona and Zoro clear their throats and glanced to them. Perona and Zoro pointed at you and nodded. 

“I guess this was their plan from the start…” Mihawk whispered before he stood up and cleared his throat. “(Y/n).” 

“Hm? Yes, Mihawk?” You asked, looking into his eyes with an expecting expression. He extended his hand to you. 

“Would you like to dance?” He inquired, his eyes briefly moving away from yours. A bright smile was on your face as you nodded and took his hand. 

“I’d love nothing more,” you answer, and for a second, you think you notice a red blush appear on his cheeks. 

You two head to the center and Mihawk gently pulls you in closer, an arm around your waist as your other hands are clasped together. He sways with you, careful to not be too forceful or rough. The Humandrills are getting more excited, along with Zoro and Perona, as some of them begin to hum and vocalize. 

Your smile is bright and beautiful as you look radiant, even in the night sky.

“I hope you are enjoying tonight.” “I am, very much. I won’t forget this night for a long time,” you reply. Mihawk closes his eyes and nods. 

“I don’t think I will, either.” 

He twirls you around as you let out a laugh from the thrilling motion. You two continue to look into each other’s eyes, the unspoken feelings you have for the other clear to the both of you. Despite being in such a vulnerable position, Mihawk finds the feeling rather enjoyable. Having you in his arms, dancing underneath the stars to some beautiful music after a lovely meal- he hasn’t felt this carefree in a long time. You lean closer to him and Mihawk enjoys how you’re trying to get his attention. But you already have it. 

He stops dancing, keeping you both locked in an intense eye contact with his arm around your waist. It’s only you two now, as Mihawk gulps and slowly leans his face to you, silently asking for you to reciprocate. You close your eyes and do the same, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss. 

It’s not lecherous or sloppy, but a gentle kiss with you that says everything he cannot verbalize. 

He loves you, loves you so much that he can’t help but be so gentle and yearn for you. How he wishes to protect you and continue to have your presence within his life. How he loves your smile, your voice, your words, your everything that makes you, you in this lonely world. 

He wishes to say more through touch, but the need for air arises as you both move away. 

“I love you,” you say first. He presses kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you, too.” 

Perona and Zoro clap at your confessions and Mihawk remembers that he’s in front of others. 

“Perona, Zoro,” he calls, his voice low. The two jolt nervously, unsure of what he’s going to do. His lips curve upwards as he glances at them and says a simple phrase, “Thank you.” 

[justa-fanfic-writer]

Suprise adoption

Summary: You came back home with a few bruises and some scars while carrying a small child that looked like him. Now you both are parents to said child.

Pairing: Domestic Mihawk x Male Reader

Content warning: None

Genre: Fluff

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It was a quiet evening, birds chirping, trees swaying a bit from the wind it was a perfect day to relax and do nothing.

Mihawk was reading the news to see if there was anything interesting happening while drinking black coffee.

Until...

SLAM!

Mihawk heard the door slam open, and he already knew who it was. It was his husband [Reader] who was screaming his name with excitement, running towards him with a wide grin while holding something or someone.

Mihawk wasn't phased when he saw him until he saw his spouse holding something behind his back he took a good look at it, and it was a child...? Mihawk raised one of his eyebrows and asked what he was holding behind his back and than [Reader] smiled even wider and showed him what it is and spoke.

"Look, Mihawk, I kidnapped found a child when i was exploring egghead Island, and he looks just like you! isn't he just adorable? Let's adopt him!"

The child was stoically looking at him while crossing his arms together, demanding why he was taken here.

Mihawk looking at said child and to put it frankly, not surprised at the slightest he had a pink bubblegum goth and a moss headed swordsman who had no sense of directions dropped at his and your castle out of the blue so he didn't care if there was another one coming to freeload at his home again.

He was amused by your enthusiasm when you wanted to adopt him, oh well. Whatever his love wants, he will get and do no questions asked. (Wish I had a lover like him fr)

After you had forcibly adopted the seraphim child, You and Mihawk took care of him as if he were your actual child. The little hawk was warming up to you both quickly and started to see you both as his parent figures, and he even called Mihawk and You, his dad, and Papa!

Nothing really changed that much, except you both now have a bio-engineered seraphim child that had an unfathomable amount of strength, but what's the worst that can happen?

Everything

First order of business, You and Mihawk had started working on the murder tendencies that Vegapunk had put on the child instead of wanting to murder everything as if that would solve all problems.

Second order of business try to give the said murder tendency child a normal childhood like like giving him wooden toy swords or a plushie and not make the child feel as if his an object.

Mihawk is a dad by nature he even has the skills and reflexes to prove it too.

Mihawk wouldn't be the spoiling type of parent if anything discipline would be high on his list of parenting the child you're probably gonna be the one who would spoil the child because I mean how could you say no to the little baby-hawk hm? Or not who knows.

Mihawk is a quiet man, and so is the child. While baby-hawk doesn't always communicate verbally, he makes up for it by for example doing some gestures like holding up books for You to read to him or tugging You or Mihawk's leg to point or say if he wants something.

Now imagine this scenario.

it's just that You and Mihawk are asleep cuddling in bed, and then you both wake up to mini-hawk, turning on the lights.

You groggily rubbed your eyes, and Mihawk was a little irritated that mini-hawk woke you both up, and then you asked mini-hawk why he woke you both up and than he said.

"I want to sleep with Dad and Papa"

Mini-hawk said stoically while keeping a serious face on and holding his favorite toy sword you bought for him.

You then cooed at the child and scooted over and patted the bed, letting him sleep in the middle, and You and Mihawk started sleeping while also cuddling the child in the middle just a happy gothic family bond.

All in all, it was just You, Mihawk, and your little child goth, and he wanted nothing more than that.

The world's strongest swordsman, the cute house husband, and the little baby swordsman, what a chaotic yet beautiful happy family, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Sorry if it's short. This is all I could think of...

[dexlexia]

dracule - mihawk x reader

pairing: dracule mihawk x reader rating: 18+ summary: Mihawk was a warlord of the sea. He was a feared swordsman, he crossed oceans and slayed anyone who got in his way. Mihawk was a strong man, the kind of man you didn't want to face alone in a fight and to be honest even having a crew by your side wouldn't help either. Fear would be an emotion you'd feel if you were faced with him. 

But you simply knew him as - ”Dracule!“  tags: fluff, smut, injured!reader, anime canon, sweet & cute, gentle sex, multiple positions

Mihawk was a warlord of the sea. He was a feared swordsman, he crossed oceans and slayed anyone who got in his way. Mihawk was a strong man, the kind of man you didn't want to face alone in a fight and to be honest even having a crew by your side wouldn't help either. Fear would be an emotion you'd feel if you were faced with him. 

But you simply knew him as - ”Dracule!“ 

  ”Yes, my dear.“ He said as he came to the doorframe of the bedroom you both shared. In the centre of the bed lay your sick form. In all fairness you were for the most part fine, but the big bruise on your face said otherwise. 

It looked worse than it felt, but Mihawk was worried. The greatest swordsman was shaken by the fact that the person he loved had a bruise. He came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out to the side of your face that wasn't bruised. 

  ”It's cold.“ You pouted. 

He leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips, ”I will get you another blanket then.“ He knew you were playing it up a little, but the worrying guilt in his stomach made it hard for him to dismiss your whining. 

He got up and went to the chest near the far wall of the bedroom that was stuffed with extra blankets and pillows. He grabbed a nice quilt that he got in the northern islands. They could keep anyone warm.

  ”Here you go.“ He said as he laid out the blanket across you. But before he could turn to leave the room, you reached out and grabbed him on the arm.

  ”Stay?” You asked. 

He exhaled, “Perona and Zoro will be wondering why dinner hasn't been made yet.“ He turned to look at you, gold eyes scanned your body that was neatly tucked under three layers of blankets. 

  ”Well the strays can fend for themselves. I want my man.” You softly smiled at your own comment. Mihawk returned the smile before he got into bed with you. He was quick to make sure no heat escaped from under the blankets as he pulled you into his arms.

  “I guess so.” He replied as he caned his neck down to kiss your on the head. He was so soft in private. So caring and warm, while most thought he was a vampire you saw the heart beneath it all. To be a warlord meant to be stoic and unemotional, but behind closed doors Mihawk was a kind lover. 

He pulled away and lifted your chin to look him in the eyes, “How is your bruise?”

  “Better. Doesn't ache.” You replied. You were a little emabressed by how you got such a big bruise. It looked like someone took a lead pipe to your face. 

  “You could've broken something. Next time you want to clean the weaponry, please get myself or one of our strays to help. I'm pretty sure Roronoa would be happy to find *something* else to do with his time rather than lift weights and drink all my liquor.“

You blushed, ”I know, Dracule.“ You snuggled up closer to him and kissed his face. You felt content and even rubbed your legs together in the sheer happiness of being close to him. Your Dracule.

  ”I worry.“ He said, ”I know you are not a weak woman, but I brought you here to protect you. I don't want the things in our home posing a risk too.“ He pushed hair out of your face to keep it away from the healing bruise. 

  ”I'll always be okay, honey.“ You said as you tangled your legs with his and moved down to press your head against his clothed chest, ”Because you're here.“ 

  ”And I will be here until my last breath, my dear.” He leaned down to kiss you on the top of the head. He wrapped those arms tighter around you and held you close. You could hear his heartbeat and you pressed both hands against his chest. When you sighed constantly, he was able to do the same. 

There were not many things he held dear in this world but as he held you so close to him, he felt like everything worth fighting for was nestled in his arms. Despite being injured, you were as perfect as ever. A dream in his eyes. 

Eventually you moved further up the bed to look into his eyes. You reached out for him and placed a hand on his face. You rubbed your hand against his facial hair and you smiled at him. 

  ”My Dracule.“ You said, ”The bravest swordsman, the scary warlord. But I could never be afraid of you.“ You leaned in and kissed him on the lips. 

  ”And I will do everything in my power to never make you afraid of me. I care for you too deeply, my soul is tied with yours in this world and the next. I will fight in my dying breath to protect you.“ 

You felt the heat rise into your cheeks from his endearing words. He sounded like an old poet when he spoke, but the low rumble of his voice paired with the closeness to you made you feel more loved then with any other man. 

You kissed again, and he held onto you tighter. So close, so intimate that it left a swirl of warmth in your gut. When you pulled away from his lips you went to his ear and asked, ”I want to be closer, Dracule.“ 

  ”Then closer we shall be.” He replied as he started to unbutton his shirt. He watched you with careful eyes as you undressed as well. He observed every mark on your skin. He breathed deeply through his nose as he continued to get undressed. 

Soon you were both nude. Your hands explored his body, the expanse of muscle and the admiring every mark on his body. Even though the scars were old, you could see them faintly. You pressed another kiss against his lips and felt your heart flutter in your chest. It was a euphoric feeling, the ability to be so close to him. 

He was godsent. He placed a hand on your ass and gave it a firm squeeze as you two kissed. It got warmer under the covers as the two of you felt each other up. He groaned into the kiss when you softly touched his cock. 

He shuddered when you grasped onto it and gave a firm stroke. But he quickly deepened the kiss and continued to passionately make out with you. The heat in the room rose as he explored your body with his soft hands. 

Despite his use of a sword he always kept his hands so soft. But they were strong and his grip could be bruising. You moaned into the kiss as he grabbed your ass once more and massaged the cheek with his palm.

  “Does that feel good?" He asked, “Do you like that?”

 “I love it, Dracule.” You moaned into the kiss. When you pulled away you kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed and wrapped your leg around his waist as you continued to feverishly make out with you.

Mihawk loved when you liked this. A normal poised, in control woman succumbed to the deep desire of her lover. It was almost endearing how badly you wanted him. He knew your heart was racing. 

  “You look divine.” He said as he held onto the thigh that was at his waist and stroked the warm soft skin. He traced patterns into your skin while the two of you kissed. The soft sounds of your kissing filled the room. 

  “Dracule.” 

  “Mmm, yes.” 

His touch became more aggressive the more you made out. And soon he was moving you onto his lap with his cock pressed against your ass. His hands at your hips, he rubbed circles into your left hip with his thumb as you adjusted yourself onto his lap. 

  “You look divine too.” 

  “Thank you.” He said, he tensed up as you raised your hips and seated yourself onto his cock. He held onto your hips tightly as you got comfortable. He exhaled deeply but it got caught in his throat however when you started to move your hips.

  ”Like that?“ You asked.

  ”Yes, you are doing perfect.“ He replied as he moved his hips. He rolled them against you as you moved in return. His heat raced in his chest as he felt your tight heat around his cock. He tried to hold back his noises for the sake of the others in the castle but that plan was soon abandoned when the pleasure became insurmountable as you continued to move up and down his length.

  ”Ah!“ You moaned, ”Dracule.“ You placed both hands on his toned chest to keep yourself stable as you rode him. You moaned and moved your hips as you felt the pleasure well up in your gut. You loved having sex with Dracule, it was an intense feeling that you couldn't put words to. 

He looked at you with such tenderness, such commitment to his cause. The cause of loving you, to be a loyal man to you. You leaned down and kissed him once more as you rolled your hips. You were a tight fit around him, but he found the feeling quite amazing. 

Pleasure roamed through both of your bodies as you passionately made out. Like two halves of the same whole, a perfect fit for one another. You felt your heat hammer in your chest as you continued to move with Mihawk matching your pace. The kiss deepened as you moved. 

The pleasure was an immense feeling, the sounds of sex filled the room ad most likely bothering your other guests. But in that moment neither of you cared, you only wanted one another. You only wanted the rush of pleasure that came from being in bed with the warlord himself. 

  ”You are a gift.“ He said, ”The gift I want to unwrap over and over again and devour your bearings. I want to worship where you stand and be loyal till I am nothing more than a pile of bones.“

You smiled and pressed your forehead to his while you continued to move your hips, “Good thing, Dracule.” He said, “I'm not going anywhere.”

  “Excellent.“ He said as he kissed you once more. He groaned against your lips as he matched your pace. His cock was nudging against your sweet spot as you both felt the wash of pleasure over both of you.  ”A sight to behold.“ He added as he pressed his forehead against yours. His breathing was ragged. He could feel the sweat on his body as he held you against him. 

  ”Dracule.“ You said in a slightly higher voice as you felt the curl of orgasm in your gut. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

  "I am not going anywhere, dear.' He said, ”As you say, we are stuck together.“ He grabbed you by the hair and held your head back as he gazed into your eyes with devotion. 

  ”Please.“ You said.

  ”Always.“ He replied as he quickly moved you over so you were on your stomach with your ass in the air, facing him. He sank into you once more, the pleasure still swirled in his gut. He watched you grip the pillow as he started to fuck you. 

You moaned into the soft pillow under your head as he moved quickly against you. The slapping sound of sex was dominant in the room as he made quick work to make you orgasm. 

With another hard thrust, he finished inside of you but kept the pace of his thrusts until you came as well. Then slowly his pace ended and he pulled out. He grabbed you in his arms and laid in bed with you. Your bare bodies are exposed to the cooling bedroom air. 

  ”How was that?" He asked, “Does your face hurt?”

  “No, no, Dracule. Everything is perfect.' You sighed contently in his arms. You felt at peace, even in the care of the most feared swordsman. He may be Mihawk to most, but to you he will always be - “Dracule~”

[lockes-woods]

2; Countdown

MDNI!!

Day 2 of Locke's 10-day countdown to the new year!

Prompt: Okay but how did this immediately click for me with the winter scenarios?! The reader's new year's resolution from the past year was to peg someone and they're trying to complete it before the new year. They think it's hopeless until sub Mihawk falls into their lap (figuratively/literally)

Requested by: @caffeine-cryptid-archives /Author's Choice

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin

Warnings: Sub Dracule Mihawk, dom/sub, Dom!Fem!Reader, Strap-ons, Strapping, Medical AU, Modern Setting AU, Surgeon Mihawk, New Year's Eve, Pegging, Impact Play, Fight For Dominance, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Anal Fingering, Mistress kink, size kink, bet, Platonic Boa Hancock

(Please let me know if I missed anything.)

A/N: I don't even know what to say *shoves fic at you and runs away*

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If someone had told you, even a week ago, that you’d be Here. In Dracule Mihawk’s apartment. Straddling him as you shared desperate, almost violent kisses while fighting for control, you would have laughed in their face. It had to be a joke, right? There was no way you’d ever give the arrogant, “once in a generation talent”, the time of day. It’s not like it would have been one-sided. Outside of the few times your specialties overlapped, he’s never initiated any type of interaction with you. Despite constantly being in the same vicinity as each other you’d only talked when needed. Hell, the last time you talked was when one of your pregnant OBGYN patients needed surgery on a cancerous tumor and that was over a month ago. No, there was no way you’d ever consider giving the personification of a superiority complex the time of day. At least that’s what you thought.

It had all started a few days ago in the coed locker room when you were changing into your scrubs before your shift started. Boa had been rubbing your face the fact she was going to win the bet you’d have to go on whether or not you’d be able to complete your New Year’s resolution in time.

“I wonder what I’ll do with all that free time?” She said, smirking down at you. You’d wager covering her excess paperwork for a month if you weren’t able to peg someone by the end of the year.

“I have time!” you argued back slipping your top on.

“Oh please, New Year’s is less than a week away and your schedule is packed. When are you gonna find someone to fuck in time, let alone peg.”

“Plenty of men like being pegged!” you said back in a huff.

“Oh? If so many men are lining up to get pegged, why haven’t you done it by now.” Boa said, smirk widening.

“I have time!” you circled back, knowing she was right. The only day you had off the next week was New Year’s Eve. There was little to no way you’d be able to find/vet a guy to peg. Boa's smirk never left as she made her way out of the half-filled locker room. You made fleeting eye contact with Mihawk as you followed after her. You had no idea what would come of that look.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as you weaved your hand through his hair, jerking his head back. Kissing was getting you both nowhere, if you wanted to dom him you were going to have to try a different tactic. You began to kiss down his neck, your heart palpating. Losing to Mihawk was not an option. It was less than a few hours til New Year’s and this was your only hope of winning the bet. Just as your confidence began to dwindle you heard a light gasp, while he simultaneously bucked up against you. You smirked into his neck. You focused in on that spot, his breath stuttered as you began to suck on that spot. That wasn’t good enough.

“F-Fuck!” he shouted as your teeth broke the skin over that spot. He shamelessly attempted to grind up against you. Unlike any other of your sexual endeavors where you’d be nestled in their lap, you had to stand on your knees to get any leverage over him; his hips barely made contact. You stayed strong in your position, despite your desperate need for any stimulation of your clit. You gently laved over the bite mark as you began to unbutton his shirt. A surprised gasp escaped you when his hands found your hips and slammed you down onto his lap. He blatantly flaunted his physical advantage over you as he ground up into your core, focused only on his release. Your self-assured attitude wavered as he held you down. Every attempt to pry his hands from your hips was fruitless. He was too big and too strong to be taken down head-on.

Fuck, you hadn’t come all this way to back down now. You took a breath as he focused solely on his relief. You twisted your body as hard as you could to your left, throwing yourself down on the couch. Before Mihawk could react, you straddled his chest and wrapped both your hands around his neck, stilling his movement. You put just enough pressure on his throat to assert what you were capable of. If it weren’t for your thorough conversations about each other’s limits over dinner you wouldn’t push it this far, but Mihawk, as always, was a special case. You’d never been physical in this way with any of your past partners, outside of the occasional spanking. You were spurred on by the desperate look in his eyes as you pulled back your arm as far as you could and backhanded him with as much force as you could muster. His loud moan was a comfort to you as you questioned whether or not you had gone too far. You could feel his abs flex below you as he humped desperately against the air for relief. You gently cupped his face over the red mark where the back of your hand had made contact, while simultaneously stoking up and down his trachea with the thumb of your hand still wrapped around his throat. His eyes had lost their sharp edge; pupils dilated. You’d never seen his vision waiver before. You needed to jump on this opportunity before the small window closed.

“Are you gonna be a good boy? Or do you need another reminder of who’s in charge?” You asked, bracing your arm next to his head while the hand that was around his neck jerked his chin up, forcing eye contact. Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of a desperate whine sounded off from deep in his throat. Your grip tightened, as you tried your hardest to keep a straight face as your pussy pulsed in response. He continued to test your patience as he submissively sucked your thumb into his mouth and laved at it. You smirked down at him trying to contain your excitement as the air in the room shifted. You had done it, you made Dracule Mihawk submit. You only allowed yourself a moment to bask in the feeling before focusing back in on the task at hand. That, as exhausting as it was, was only the first step. You still had to actually peg him. He attempted to follow your thumb as you pulled your hand back, your other hand held his chest down, keeping your position.

“I asked you a question and I expect a verbal answer,” you said, squishing his cheeks together, “Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, letting out a stuttered breath, “Yes”

“Yes, what?” you asked, not letting up.

“Yes, Mistress.” He forced out, face now red with a deep blush across the bridge of his nose and up to his ears.

“Good,” you cooed down at him, “Where’s your strap, love?”

“Bedroom,” he grunted, hands locked on your hips.

“Be a good boy and take me there.” You ordered. He sat up, causing you to slide down to his lap. He slipped his shirt fully off before wrapping his hands around you before standing up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, causing him to moan. His cock standing at attention in between you. You pulled him in for a desperate kiss that you dominated, as he kicked his bedroom door open. He sat you down at the head of the bed, leaning against his pillows. The harness and lube are positioned to your right on his nightstand.

Fuck, when you had accepted his offer, you never thought you’d make it this far. His offer itself completely blindsided you. Honestly, part of you thought he got hacked when he texted you out of nowhere two days ago. That was until he texted you back after you asked if he was sure, and in his response said that your looks were “adequate” and that you were “proficient” at your job. You didn’t need any more reassurance. It was him.

“Stop,” you quipped, as he began to work his slacks off. His hands froze instantly.

“Slowly,” you ordered. You locked eyes on him as he took his time unbuttoning his pants. He panted tugging his pants and boxer briefs down. You bit your lip as his cock strung out. It was pretty, just like he was, head already irritated a deep red color. If you weren’t so stubborn to winning your bet, you’d climb that tree and ride him until he’d be so overstimulated he’d be begging you to stop. You snapped back to the task at hand, ignoring the way your pussy pulsed in need.

“C’me here,” you ordered, shifting to stand on your knees, as you tugged your dress off and over your head. You sat back on your legs, now clad in only a pair of panties.

“You’ll only be able to cum if you earn it. Make me cum and you’ll be able to cum as much as you’d like; under my permission.” You said, parting your legs. His cool demeanor disappeared as he desperately crawled up the bed, baring his shoulders between your knees. You threaded your fingers through his hair and jerked his head up.

“Color?” you asked.

“Green, fuck,” he groaned, “Please Mistress.”

“Go ahead,” you nodded, keeping a firm grip on his hair as he dove in between your legs. You gasped as he licked up your seem through your panties. He moaned at the taste, tugging your panties to the side before breaching your pussy with a single finger, allowing you to adjust; lips sealed around your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned, as he added another finger. You’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was fingering you better and deeper than some of your past partners cocks. You grinded up against his face shamelessly chasing your high. You knew there was no way you were gonna last. You’d been wet since you stepped foot in his apartment. You teased your nipples, losing yourself in your pleasure. As soon as he began to stroke your inner front wall of your pussy you knew it was over. It only took a few more swipes before you fell apart.

“Fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He continued fingering you until you were borderline overstimulated; his tongue greedily lapping up your release. Your hand went limp in his hair as you fell back against the pillows taking a moment to recover. You could feel the hot pants on your clothed core as he looked up at you, waiting, desperate for your next command. You paused, debating whether you should put the strap on now or wait til he was fully prepped. Fuck, you needed to be quick. You had no idea how long he’d stay in this headspace without consistent domination.

You sat up and grabbed the harness. You let out a thankful sigh of relief after seeing it was the kind that you could slide on like panties and tighten to your size. You slipped it up your calves before standing on your knees to pull it up all the way. Without any prompting Mihawk stood on his knees, reaching behind you to secure your harness. You held in a moan as he tugged on the harness, making sure it was tight enough. The part that laced between your thighs now nestled up against your clit.

“Good boy” you praised, cupping his face and sharing a soft kiss. More intimate than you’d ever imagine he was capable of. He whined, trying to chase your lips as you pulled back. You had to press a firm hand on his chest to keep him still.

“Where’s your dildo?” you asked, glancing down at the empty silver ring where it should be secured.

“Top drawer,” he answered, shyly avoiding eye contact. You cupped his face, pulling his attention back to you.

“Color?”

“Gra-green” he stumbled.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your thumb stroking his jaw comfortingly.

“Yes,” he nodded firmly, “I-” he took a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve just had past partners leave when they see them.”

You nodded your head and smiled softly at him; you’d never seen him this vulnerable before. Your gut reaction was to make a joke if it was anyone else to lighten the mood, but you knew he needed to be handled with kid gloves right now.

“I can’t promise a response but let me take a look before we jump to any conclusion. ‘kay?” you asked.

“Okay,” he nodded, you slipped your hand away from his face and leaned over, opening the top drawer. You bit your inner cheek as you schooled your reaction. It was a lot. You could see how it may have scared off those who were less accepting or not experienced. Mihawk didn’t just like anal, he was a size queen. The smallest dildo was his size, and he was far from small. Fuck, he had a set of rainbow-colored dildos that got larger as they went, red being the smallest. Personally, you’d only be able to take yellow, and even then you’d have to be thoroughly prepped and relaxed. On top of their size, they had ridges, some of which mimicked different genital piercings.

“So, which one do you want?” you asked, quirking a brow at him.

“Y-your okay to keep going? It’s okay if you want to stop now, you can still tell Boa you pegged me.” He offered.

“Nah,” you said smiling up at him, “If you liked getting pegged it makes sense to experiment and have what you know feels good. If I’m being honest this tracts, I’ve never seen you do anything half-assed,” you laughed to yourself at your own phrasing, “pun intended,” you tacked on. Mihawk playfully rolled his eyes at your antics.

“So,” you start rubbing up and down the ridges of a dildo to your right, “What are you feeling?”

“Could you use the green one?” he asked, shyly.

“Sure,” you nodded at him, glancing at his alarm clock, “We still have a few hours before midnight, so there’s no need to rush.”

“In that case, -no never mind.” He said, stopping mid-thought.

“What is it?” you asked, lacing your right hand with his left and giving it a gentle squeeze.  

“I’ve-I’ve never had anyone fuck me with the blue one yet.” He confessed, “I’ve taken it alone, but it’s,” he took a breath, “It’s a whole different experience to be fucked by someone else with it.”

“Okay,” you nodded, setting the green one back and grabbing the deep blue one featuring a Jacob’s ladder piercing.

“Really?” he asked, voice bordering on excitement. You couldn’t help but smile as he continued to surprise you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “You’re doing me a favor, so we’re even”

You purposefully phrased it this way knowing it’d be easier for him to accept and so that you could ignore the flutter in your chest from his reaction.

“Now,” you said clearing your throat, “Wanna help me with this?”

He immediately took the dildo from you, inserting and locking it into place. You playfully hip-bumped him so that he’d be back in your position from earlier, propped up against the pillows.

“Now,” you started, resting your hand on his inner knee, “Were you a good boy and prep yourself like I instructed?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, slipping back into his sub role.

“Mihawk,” you quipped, “Words”

His cock twitched when his name slipped out of your mouth. He’d never heard you refer to him with his first name.

“Yes,” he corrected himself with a whine.

“Good,” you said, placing a kiss on his inner thigh, slowly stroking down his thigh, encouraging him to part his legs.

“Color?” you asked, hand resting on his inner thigh, inches away from his weeping cock.

“Green, fuck please,” he begged.

You smirked in response, barring his legs open with your hips. He was now spread out enough to reveal a wine-red metal butt plug. You teasingly traced two fingers up from his asshole, up his taint, past his balls to the tip of his cock. You circled his urethra collecting some of his precum, before sucking your fingers into your mouth. He whimpered in response.

You. Made. Dracule. Mihawk. Fucking. Whimper.

You’d never felt more confident than in this moment, bowing down to take the head of his cock into your mouth causing him to moan shamelessly. You let your excess spit slide down his cock, as your left-hand stroke up and down his shaft while you teased his slit before you pulled off. You placed a kiss on the base of his cock as Mihawk’s eyes locked with yours. You continued to stroke him at a steady pace with your left hand as your right hand crept down and began to trace the outside of his butt plug before you gently began to work the plug out. Mihawk threw his head back as a moan ripped through him. You carefully tugged it out, mindful of the thickest part just passed his ring of muscles. Mihawk shamelessly rutted against your hand, while thrusting his hips into your fist. You jerked your hands back, releasing him the second you felt his cock pulse in your grip.

“No-I” Mihawk whined, barely able to restrain himself as your forearm barred down his hips.

“Baby,” you lightly scolded, “While you are allowed to cum you still have to ask for permission.”

“Fuck, can I? Can I please?” he begged.

You hummed in response, nipping his inner thigh, making him sweat.

“I’ll allow it,” you finally relented, your hand wrapped its way back around his base. That was all Mihawk needed to let loose, he easily thrusted up past your forearm’s restraint and began to fuck your hand. He whined as you began to stroke him in succession with his thrusts. You couldn’t look away as you sucked two fingers into your mouth. Mihawk was angelic. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair stuck against his forehead. The precum his cock was leaking only added to the lewd sound of him fucking your fist. While he was distracted you traced your spit-covered fingers over his asshole; lube from his prep already leaking out. When your first finger easily slipped in because of your size difference, you added a second and experimentally thrusted into his wet heat.

“Fuck,” he moaned, bordering on a scream. His hips stuttered as he came, coating his abs with his cum. You stroked him through his release before he fell slack against the bed. You leaned over to grab the lube off his bedside table, keeping your fingers in him as he recovered. If you wanted for him to be able to comfortably take you by midnight you needed to start now. Your thumb and middle finger just touched at the base of the green dildo. The blue one was not only bigger but had ridges you would have to keep in mind to make sure you didn’t overstimulate him.

“You, okay?” you asked, drizzling lube over your fingers and his opening.

“Mhm, yes,” he hummed, pushing himself up on his forearms.

“Do you need a break-”

“Please don’t stop,” Mihawk said, desperation clear in his voice.

“Okay,” you nodded, thrusting three fingers in. Mihawk whined as he fucked himself back on your fingers, taking you deeper. The tip of your middle finger hits the top side of his walls as you pull back.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “Fuck, right there! Please Mistress, please.” He begged, grinding back on you. You followed his direction, pasted the point of teasing him. His cock jerked back to life as you worked your pinky finger inside of him. You continued to thrust into him, just able to brush against his prostate.

“Mistress,” he called out, slowing his movement. You looked up as he locked eye contact with you.

“I can take it.” He started, “Please fuck me.”

“Are you sure, it’s so big,”

“Please,” he begged, “Just, fuck-, just go slow. I trust you.”

“Okay,” you nodded, he let out another delicious whimper as you pulled your fingers all the way out. You poured an excess amount of lube over the dildo before stroking it to make sure absolutely every inch of it was coated.

“Ready?” you asked, lining yourself up with his hole.

“Fuck, yes, please-” his own moan cut him off as you pressed the head gently in past his entrance, stopping immediately at the slightest bit of resistance. You paused, for a moment, before pulling all the way out and thrusting back in a bit past where you had been, the head of the dildo’s tip now fully seated inside him. You were only a fifth of the way in. Mihawk whined, attempting to thrust back against you. You put all your weight into your palms holding him down. His thighs were now pressed up against his chest.

“Who’s in charge here?” you asked, pulling back and pausing. Only a bit of the toy remained inside him. He just whined as he desperately tried to thrust down against you.

“Mihawk,” you said firmly, removing one of your hands from his hip and wrapping it around his cross necklace. You jerked it down, gathering all of his available attention. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, No-Please, please don’t leave.” He begged, eyes widening.

“Then you need to respect my decisions. I don’t want you to move until I’m fully inside you. The last thing I want is for you to take too much too soon and hurt yourself. Got that?” you asked, never breaking eye contact.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Yes, what?” you asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he whined.

“Good,” you nodded, pressing a kiss to his inner knee as you released his necklace, and your hand returned to his hip. You methodically continued your entrance into him, adding lube when needed. You were going relatively fast, his lewd noises spurring you on.

“Color?” you asked once you made it just pasted halfway.

“Green,” he sighed, eyes beginning to unfocus.  

“You wanna cum baby?” you asked, eyeing the reddened tip of his cock.

“Really,” he asked perking up.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “Why don’t you play with yourself til I fill you.”

Mihawk’s bottom lip found its way between his teeth as he began to jerk himself in time with your thrusts. You were surprised, with how desperate he was you would’ve guessed he’d be dying to cum.

“Fuck,” he sighed, teasing his tip. You were almost there. The base of the dildo took the longest for him to adjust.

“Such a good boy,” you praised, “taking my cock so well.”

“Mistress~” he moaned as you bottomed out, the metal of your harness touching his stretched entrance.

“Ready?” you asked, looking up at him with a cocky smirk.

“Fuck, please,” he begged, with glassy eyes, “I can take it, please, please I’ll be-”

You cut him off thrusting in before dragging the ridged cock out to the tip and thrusting it back in, building your pace as you slammed against that spot.

“Fuck,” he moaned, hand falling from the base of his cock as he fisted the covers below him. You were hyper-aware as you watched for any sign of displeasure as your speed continued to increase. The wet sound of your hips meeting his and his cock bouncing against his stomach with the force of your thrust filled the room. They harmonized with his moans. You held back your own moans as the fabric between your legs from the strap harness hiked up and rubbed roughly against your clit.

“Fuck, Fuck, please, please can I cum please” he begged.

“Go ahead,” you gasped, wrapping your hand back around the base of his shaft. He was caught in pleasure as he fucked your fist and ground down on your strap. He didn’t last long. His body seized, cum shooting up his chest, shouting your name, before he fell slack against his covers. You fucked him through his orgasm, before stilling your hips. You stayed seated inside him as he came down from his high. Once he had caught his breath you slowly began to ease out of him. He panted, chin tilted up as he began to reach homeostasis.

You loosened the strap and pulled it down your thighs along with your soaked panties. The strap dropped with a thud to the side as you crawled up to the head of the bed. You put your pleasure on the back burner as you embraced Mihawk’s spent form. His head rested against your chest, as you petted his hair, occasionally lightly scratching at his scalp. He hummed in response wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing more firmly into your chest. You had agreed to stay for a half hour after your session was over, to make sure he was good before being left alone. That agreement flew out the window as you allowed him to fall slack against you. You'd never seen him look so at peace, all the worry lines gone from his face. After fortyish minutes his head suddenly jerked up, and you threaded your fingers through his head back to your chest.

“Shh it’s alright, I’m not going anywhere.” You cooed down at him. He immediately dropped back into his position. You ignored the butterflies you felt when he let out a content hum. You could overanalyze that feeling in the morning. For now, you wiped up all the cum you could reach from your position with tissues from his nightstand, before allowing yourself the peace of sleep.

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A/N: I hope you liked it? This was less planned out and more stream-of-consciousness than anything I've written before. It just kept coming. Thanks as always for taking the time to read 💛 I gotta go catch up on school work now 😫😒😭

PS: I may have to write a morning reaction blurb next time I have time to write. heh

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[yoonavii]

⌕ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ

⤿ ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴊᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɪᴛ

The warlord meeting in Mariejois was always an affair steeped in formality and politicking. As the Seven Warlords of the Sea gathered, Mihawk couldn’t resist a subtle comment aimed in your direction. “You know, for someone who claims to be formidable, your strategies are rather predictable,” Mihawk remarked, his tone carrying that signature nonchalance.

Instead of taking offense, you rose from your seat, a confident smirk playing on your lips. “Predictability is a luxury, Mihawk. I prefer the reliability of a well-executed plan over unnecessary surprises.” The room fell silent, and the warlords exchanged glances, sensing an undercurrent of tension building between the two powerful figures. Mihawk, usually unflappable, met your gaze with an intensity that spoke of unspoken challenges. “I’d think twice before underestimating my capabilities,” Mihawk responded, his eyes narrowing slightly. You leaned in, the proximity between you almost electric. “And I’d suggest you refrain from underestimating the power of adaptability.”

The warlords and dignitaries observed, the air thickening with a tension that surpassed the usual political banter. The unspoken clash between you and Mihawk resonated, revealing layers of a relationship that went beyond the facade of rivals. In the charged silence that followed, Mihawk’s gaze softened imperceptibly. “Bold words, but actions speak louder.” Your response was a confident smile, laced with a hint of something more. “Actions, Mihawk, are only as bold as the challenges they meet.”

The room held its breath, caught in a dance of words that hinted at a connection transcending the boundaries of rivalry. The romantic tension, unspoken but palpable, lingered in the air, turning the warlord meeting into an unexpected stage for a nuanced exchange between adversaries on the brink of acknowledging a different kind of understanding.

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The Warlord meeting had concluded, and the atmosphere in the corridor was thick with the remnants of tension. You found yourself standing alone, contemplating the events that had just transpired. Mihawk, the renowned swordsman, had made a particularly cutting remark directed at you during the meeting. As you leaned against the stone wall, you felt a subtle shift in the air. Mihawk emerged from the shadows, his footsteps silent, yet his presence unmistakably commanding. His lone eye bore into yours, a calculated intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You should be grateful, my dear," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "I am a gentleman who keeps desires at bay." A coy smile played on your lips as you met his gaze. "Desires are what make life interesting, Mihawk. Why not let them take over for once?"

The words lingered between you, creating a charged atmosphere. Mihawk, known for his stoicism, seemed momentarily caught off guard. In the next instant, the corridor was plunged into a profound stillness as he closed the distance between you. With a swift movement, he pressed you against the cool stone wall. The proximity was electrifying, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. His lips met yours in a kiss that was a symphony of restrained passion breaking free. It was a dance of tongues and shared breaths, revealing a side of Mihawk that transcended his usual composure.

The world outside this clandestine embrace ceased to exist. For a moment, you were suspended in time, caught in the magnetic pull of desire. When he finally pulled away, Mihawk's usually composed demeanor bore a subtle disarray. Dark eyes, usually guarded, lingered on yours with an unspoken understanding. "Perhaps, indulging in desires isn't such a bad idea," he admitted, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

You chuckled softly, the tension now replaced with a newfound connection. "Sometimes, Mihawk, letting go is the greatest victory." As you stood there, the corridor became a witness to an unspoken agreement, a silent pact forged in the shadows. Two formidable figures had ventured into uncharted territories, embracing the intoxicating dance of desire and connection.

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

[pholla-jm]

Hide N' Seek

IMAGINE: HIDE N’ SEEK ~MIHAWK X READER GENRE: FLUFF WARNINGS: NONE Nova's Notes: I honestly love domestic au's with this man. It's so comforting to me. **************************

Listening to the quiet little footsteps and small giggles was a skill that you learned over the years. A simple game of hide n’ seek that seemed simple enough at first until you realized that the castle was a lot harder than you thought. Especially since your little boy - Corbin- was fast on his feet. So he would switch hiding places when needed. 

From the footsteps, you could hear that he was downstairs… somewhere close to the living room. Moving as fast as you could, you ran down the stairs hoping you would be able to catch your son in time. 

When you step into the living room, it is eerily quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the soft cackling of the fire. Your eyes swept through the room, trying to find something out of place that would give away his hiding spot. 

A smile found its way to your lips as you spotted a small pair of shoes peeking out of the velvet curtains. Walking as quietly as you could over the curtains so you wouldn’t spook him. You pulled back the curtains, only to find that there was no child behind the curtain. You look down to see that he had taken off his shoes, and placed them on the floor to trick you. 

“Are you kidding me?” You say out loud while picking up the shoes. “You sneaky child.” 

Your son laughs at hearing your slight frustration, and it is soon followed by quieter footsteps. You could tell he was running, and you could only hope that he didn’t slip due to only wearing socks. 

There was a short scream causing you to tense up and run towards the sound of his scream. You turn the corner, relief filling your senses when you see that your son is safe. Happiness filled you when you saw that your son was snuggly placed in your husband's arms. 

However, your son wasn’t happy because it meant that the game of hide n’ seek is over. The way your husband was holding him made it look like he was sitting. Now you can get a better look at how unhappy your son was. His lips were pulled into a frown and his gold eyes were narrowed into slits. When your son and husband were side by side like this, it really reminded you of how much they looked alike. 

He was an actual copy of Mihawk. Down from the looks and even his personality. He was mostly cold and calculating towards his father. But towards you, he was the happiest little boy. His love for you knows no end. Just like his father. 

“You’re home.” You say walking over to Mihawk and placing a small kiss on the corner of his lips. “Yes, I’m home.” He says returning the kiss. 

 However, to Corbin this was the most atrocious act that could be done. He pulls a disgusted look. “Ewe.” 

You look over at him, “oh, don’t act like that.” You lean over, placing many small kisses on his chubby cheeks. Giggles break free from him as he squirms around, “mom! Stop!” You pull back from him, “you don’t like my kisses? I guess I’ll just have to give them all to your dad.” You say and his eyes widen. 

“No!” He shouts. 

You laugh, the corner of your eyes crinkling. “Okay, okay.” You say placing a small kiss to the tip of his nose. This seemed to make Corbin happy. 

Mihawk could only watch your interaction with your son. Love and happiness filled him up even more than he thought was possible. He couldn’t be more content in life. He never thought he would get married to the most wonderful person and he definitely didn’t think that his partner would birth his first born son. Seeing you interact with Corbin only made him want to have more children. 

He looks down at Corbin, only to find that he was already looking at him. His small tongue poking out at him. Mihawk’s eyebrow twitches at the sight. 

What a brat… was all he could think. 

“Your mom was mine first.” He blatantly says, causing you to slightly slap his arm. “Hey” You say in a hushed but stern tone. “What?” Corbin looks at you with sad eyes and you only shake your head.

“Oh no, don’t listen to him. You’re my one and only.” You say while grabbing him from Mihawk’s arms. Corbin wraps his arms tightly. His head snuggling into the crook of your neck. 

When you turn around, Mihawk finds that the sad look on Corbin was wiped away. Instead, he was smirking at his father. 

What a brat… 

“We’ll talk later, Mihawk.” You say as Mihawk follows closely behind you. Only glaring at Corbin now that they were engaged in a silent staring contest. 

“Oh, we’ll do more than talking.” He says and you quickly turn around to shoot him a look. “Not in front of Corbin.” “Fine, hurry up and put him down for his nap.” 

You could only give him a look of disbelief, “it’s only 10 in the morning.” “He can take an early nap.” 

“No! I want to keep playing hide n’ seek.” Corbin speaks up. “See?” You say while putting Corbin on the ground, “he still wants to play.” You look down at Corbin, “go hide. And I’ll count to forty? Got it?” Corbin nods his head and runs off. 

You look back at Mihawk to see that he was looking at you with an unamused look. 

“What? It’ll tire him out faster.” 

Mihawk only shakes his head while grabbing onto your waist so that you are now pressed against his chest. “You spoil him too much, you know that?” 

You snicker, “maybe you’re jealous that he’s getting more attention.” 

It was silent between the two of you for a little bit. Until a quiet whisper answers your accusation. 

“Maybe…” 

[nagislemontea]

thinking about ronin and tara from epic 2013 and if mihawk was in place of ronin while the reader would be tara..

Reader: Don’t you have feelings, Mihawk?

Mihawk: Yes, I feel that this is a bad idea…

Reader: I’m not completely helpless, you know.

Mihawk: I am aware… but looking after you is my duty.

Reader: Is that the only reason you do it?

Mihawk: Isn’t that reason enough?

Reader: If that’s the only reason there is~.

Mihawk: .. Beloved.

Reader: Yes..?

Mihawk: I’m not ticklish..

Reader: Oh, but you used to be!

now i’m also thinking about this but with shanks and maybe insert it as a part 2 for the amazon lily empress story..

[your-neighbor-in-the-northblue]

Guests ↠ Mihawk x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.3k ➼ Warnings » Spoilers for the Reverie Arc ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Fluff

"Did you hear? The Warlord system's been abolished."

"Of course, I've heard," He looked offended at your words, eyes darting up from the wine bottle he was holding to peer at where you sat near the fire, shrouded in blankets. "Does it make you nervous?"

"Hardly." You told him, putting your hands up to the fire, "The world government's never known what they were doing, I doubt that's changed."

He only hummed in response as he poured himself a glass, his calloused hands sliding gracefully across the white marble countertop of his bar. You watched curiously as he tipped the glass back, taking a sip of the red liquid. Everything he did always seemed so calculated, his movements always blurring together so seamlessly to form such refined motions.

"Is that all the news had to say?" He asked, coming to sit down in the velvet seat positioned to face the mantle.

You shrugged, "It's all I cared to read. Take a look, if you want." You passed him the paper that was open, and slightly crumpled, on the ground beside you.

It was silent for a moment, the only noise being from him turning the pages, which wasn't rare for this castle. Ever since Zoro left, this island has felt a tad empty, although, Mihawk hadn't agreed. He thought it was much nicer now that the brute was gone.

"Hey!" Perona shouted, shattering the silence as she floated toward the both, fear evident on her face, "The marines are here!"

You looked over at the former warlord in surprise, "I guess they're even less competent than I initially thought. They don't actually think they could beat us, do they?"

Mihawk only nodded, visibly annoyed before he went to get Yoru and head outside to deal with the island's new guests.

[jainiss]

Mihawk and Yn stepped into the quaint inn, both visibly exhausted from their day of adventures. They exchanged weary glances as they surveyed the cozy, dimly lit room, realizing there was only one bed.

Yn cleared their throat, feigning nonchalance. "Well, this is... cozy."

Mihawk raised an eyebrow, his stoic expression unchanged. "Indeed, it seems we have limited options."

They silently communicated through stolen glances and subtle smiles. Yn moved towards the bed, trying to keep their voice casual. "I suppose we'll have to share it for the night. Not much choice, really."

Mihawk nodded, his gaze never leaving Yn. "Agreed."

As they settled onto the bed, there was a noticeable tension in the air. Yn fidgeted with the blanket, feeling the weight of the unspoken desire between them. "So, what did you think of today's adventure?"

Mihawk, taking the cue to keep the conversation neutral, replied, "It was challenging, as always. Your skills continue to impress me."

Yn's heart fluttered at the compliment. "Thank you, Mihawk. Your guidance has been invaluable."

They both knew that their connection ran deeper than just teacher and student. Yet, they maintained their facade of indifference. The minutes passed in silence, filled with unspoken longing.

Finally, Mihawk broke the silence, his voice soft and measured. "Perhaps we should get some rest. We have another long day ahead of us."

Yn nodded, turning away from him to hide their blush. "Right, goodnight."

Mihawk settled under the covers, his eyes never leaving Yn's form. "Goodnight."

As they lay in the small inn room, inches apart, the unspoken words hung in the air. They both knew they had feelings for each other, but for now, they would let their actions speak louder than words, cherishing the shared warmth of the single bed as they drifted off to sleep.

© jainiss ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[typicalemo]

Mihawk One shot-Zombie

My first time writing I hope you enjoy

Mihawk, one of the seven world lords of the sea, had never experienced love. That is until he met you. The light to his world. Not only were you beautiful, but your personality is what really made him fall for you. However he loved you from afar. Not daring to get close, even when he was so tempted it hurt him, acting like a zombie most times because it was too unbearable to be away from you. Mihawk stayed far because he was scared to hurt you or others finding out of you. He was scared of the thought of love and peace with you. It was so unbelievable it felt like he was living a dream, he thought you would be better off with a normal man then to be in danger, but one day you two finally cross paths and he couldn’t forget about you. Every thought of you made him nervous, his heart would beat like it’s never before and it drove him crazy. He felt like he didn’t deserve this. He looks at you and gets dizzy from your beauty he had to look away “I want your heart.. but I cannot have it.”

You look at him confused and hurt. “I don’t understand.. why not?” Just the sound of your voice made him finally lock eyes with you. “The mere thought of you drives me crazy, it has me scared to love you because what were to happen if I put you in danger or hurt you? I cannot bare the thought of you hurt.” Mihawk finished speaking and you can’t help but shed a tear, not from sadness but from love. Carefully walking closer to him, you looked up at his golden eyes. “Mihawk..” He keeps his eye contact with you and places his right hand on your cheek. Mihawks hands were so cold it made you shiver. “You give me a purpose, it makes me act like a fool who isn’t himself anymore.. it makes me want to forget about you entirely but I cannot pull myself to forget something that is unforgettable.” You try to find a lie behind his words but he is being so truthful it makes your heart flutter. You place one of your hands on his chest, “I make you nervous? What do you think you do to me.. I noticed you whenever you’d pretend to read a book but really you’d stare at me. I think of you every night, hawk eye, it drives me crazy when you look away from me.” You tell him the truth and he can’t help but lean closer to your face. “I can be a danger to you,” he says as he moves a hair out your face, “and I can be your greatest weakness.” You move your fingers across his jaw. “I want your heart..” he says looking at her lips then her eyes, “So take it, you zombie.” You smile at him as you wrap your arms around his neck, he finally gives in and pulls you into a kiss, moving his hand to your neck and his other to the back of your head. You deepen the kiss until he pulls away, “Zombie? Cute nickname sweetheart”.

[cinnbar-bun]

Affinity (Various OP Characters x Reader)

Characters: Brook, Buggy, Beckman, Crocodile, Zoro, Mihawk, Corazon, Shanks, Law

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~4k

A/n: Reader is GN! I kinda made this after hearing about a special thing in my religion, and decided I wanted to do this. I of course made it more romantic in nature than the original idea goes, but hey, romance! I had my followers choose 7 originally but it went to 9, which is a very lucky number in my religion so maybe it was a sign? Who knows! Please enjoy <3

Tagging: @fanaticsnail @gingernut1314 @undeadeurydice @i-am-vita @kiribuchi @therosietoesy (sorry, I forgot who asked for Law my bad)

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There is a belief that before you are born, you were once a soul that had existed with other souls. Souls who had an affinity for each other would find that affinity carried in their time as a human. Souls who repelled each other would find that distaste carried over as well. Perhaps it was preordained, fate, destiny- whatever you’d call it. Regardless, it seems your soul has met with someone who once had an affinity for you…

Brook

Being an undead figure unable to pass on was not what Brook had in mind. In some ways, he was grateful for another chance at life, another chance to do what he previously was too dead to finish. Albeit, being a pile of bones did have its drawbacks.

While he could still function and do things many humans did, fact was, he was anything but. One look at him would easily make him stand out as something like a freak of nature.

Skeletons cannot love and be loved like a human. He could hold, but could not be held like a human. Admittedly, it had bothered him on occasion, but he always tried to brush it off with a simple hum or shrug. After all, he had his friends and crewmates- and he had a promise to continue fighting for. That should be enough.

But he couldn’t stop his eyes (if he had any) from wandering… couldn’t stop the way his mind wondered…

Just what could it be like if I too could fall in love?

Ah, but that’s such a silly thing for a skeleton to consider. Who could ever love the undead remains of someone long forgotten?

He’d practically given up on such silly notions like love or a relationship- it didn’t fit his current predicament.

So Brook focused on his music and his performances instead. He held up his violin and decided to waste some time on this sunny day playing for his audience of a few blue birds chirping at this green park. It was beautiful and reminded him of his day with the Rumbar Pirates- agh, nostalgia was always his weakest attribute, he thinks.

His fingers drift along the strings of the instrument, peacefully playing his weary heart away. He doesn’t recognize he has another guest until he hears slow clapping.

“What?” He turns his head, surprised to see you on the bench, smiling and clapping.

“That was lovely,” you comment. Time slows still and your eyes meet, shining (e/c) eyes with hollow black sockets.

If he had skin, perhaps he would’ve been red or sweating buckets. As a skeleton, he was not able to do things. But Brook was still a man through and through, and he couldn’t help but freeze at seeing the way your eyes were soft and full of admiration.

“I’m glad you thought so. Music is my pride and joy.”

“I can tell,” you reply. “I felt like I forgot to breathe for a moment when I heard that. I’m sorry for watching, though, if you weren’t looking for an audience.”

“N-no, actually it was…” he was too caught up in the way his soul was resonating and burning within him. “I appreciate it actually. Would you like me to play a song for you?”

“Would you? I’d love to hear more!”

Buggy

Buggy never believed in things like soulmates or fairy tales or blah blah blah- it was all junk! The only thing he ever could trust was treasure- shiny, bright, treasure! What else did a pirate need or want?

Is what he would say out loud- Buggy, even at a young age, was secretly a romantic who refused to let himself be swept up in the sentiment. When him and Shanks would sail together on Roger’s ship, Shanks would often ask what he thought about love.

Unlike Buggy, Shanks was pretty honest and confident about his assertions. Buggy would stumble and try to keep the bravado up, pretending as if he didn’t secretly yearn for a person who could look past his red nose and maybe possibly sorta kinda like him? Was that too much to ask? If you were Buggy, the answer was yes, because he would never allow himself the chance to be soft or vulnerable with someone. Especially not when he was already so sensitive about his looks and attitude. The thought of letting his guard down to be loved terrified him- what if they left? What if they made fun of him, too?

It was just too much for his fragile ego, so he brushed it aside and continued his hunt for treasure.

“Now where the hell am I?” He yelled, tilting the map in his hand left and right, as if that would somehow make his destination clearer. “Kinda crappy treasure map is this?”

He glared and shoved the map back in his pocket as he stomped around this town. He hadn’t ever bothered to come to this place before, so everything was new for him. He glared at the kids who were pointing at his nose to scare them off (mission accomplished), but his foul attitude still didn’t lessen.

As Buggy turned a corner, he accidentally rammed into someone. They shrieked, and his hat fell off his face and covered his eyes.

“Watch it, will ya? I’m walkin’ he…” he pushed his hat back up and came face to face with perhaps the most gorgeous person he’s ever met. His mouth was wide open, gawking at you as you gave an apologetic smile.

“Sorry. I didn’t see you there,” you said sheepishly.

“Y-yeah it’s… it’s cool. No biggie,” he mumbled in a daze.

“Are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he returned to normal. “I mean, yeah, totally.”

You chuckle at his behavior, and something within Buggy’s chest makes it feel like there’s a million butterflies flapping inside his ribcage. He can’t help the dumb grin on his face as he laughs along.

“Sorry again, sir. I’ll keep an eye out for you next time,” you wink and begin walking away, making Buggy flabbergasted. N-next time? Was that a promise? He didn’t even realize what he was thinking before he turned around and tried to jog back to you.

“H-hey, wait up-!”

Beckman

Beckman was fairly ambivalent to the idea of a “soulmate” or “affinity”. Sure, he humored his often childish captain with those notions, but the fact was, Beckman was simply a sailor at heart. He didn’t think being “stuck” to someone was the life he wanted, and he was fairly sure a sane, rational person would not want to be the lover of a first mate to perhaps one of the most infamous pirate crews on the sea.

Now, this would imply you were sane and rational, and this would also imply that he was also not a sucker for you. Perhaps that was what made him attracted to you in the first place, or maybe it was something that gave him the idea that his captain wasn’t so off base.

When it came to you, Beckman was eager, a bit too eager, the others would joke. Whenever you called, he came running and answering like a loyal servant. Whenever you wrote, his lips would form a large smile while he refused to let the others look at the letter you sent. Whenever he was away from you for long periods of time, he drank a bit too much.

It was common place enough for the others to notice and tease him about, even if Beckman was adamant there was nothing there. You guys were just… friends, or something ambiguous like that. You didn’t need a label for your relationship. This was completely normal, you were normal, he was normal- nothing was out of the ordinary, so if they would please stop asking and make him confront those pesky feelings he-

Maybe he had a problem. He never felt this way for anyone else he encountered. You knew of his philandering, not seeming to care all that much, but damn it, even he couldn’t continue that streak because his mind would get occupied with you, you, you. Love was too complicated. Maybe this was the alcohol talking. Or Shanks getting in his head about “souls being attuned” or whatever spiritual jazz the red-haired captain would spout.

No, it really made sense, all things considered. There was no one else but you to make him quit fooling around with others on the islands he stopped at. There was no one else but you who invaded his thoughts, who plagued him day and night with those eyes, that smile, the way you hated that red cologne he once bought and-

Oh dear god, he was deep into this, wasn’t he?

Crocodile

Love? Spirits? Souls? Soulmates?

Yeah right, add that to the list of stupid things weak poets say to make their miserable lives have some meaning. You could jump through a million hoops to try and blame encounters and relationships on things like “destiny” or “fate”. To a man like Crocodile, however, “destiny” was just something he could control. Whether through bribes of money or through making them submit with his fearsome powers, “destiny” was nothing but another means of his affluence.

Only those who were weak and had nothing could not control their lives.

Something like love was a crutch used by those who had nothing to pretend they did. What was love to power? What was love to wealth? To fame? To greatness?

Love was the longest-running scam that Crocodile almost could be impressed with, if not for the fact that the sentiment around love made him want to gag.

Except, now he was actively looking for jewelry to buy you, flowers to deliver to your doorstep, and outfits to clothe you in for when you visited him.

It was almost disgusting how Crocodile was eagerly awaiting for your next arrival, for when he could be able to see you on the street or at his casino so he could see that face he adored so much. Those eyes that made him want to melt, that voice that echoed in his head, that smile that made him want to have an image of you adorned on his wall so he could always see it.

Something, he could never place what it was, drew him to you. Something made you seem to stand out to him in ways that no other could. He was Crocodile- world famous business man and pirate- he had no shortage of people throwing themselves at him or fearing him. Only to you was he trying his luck attempting to woo you to give him that look he loved. Only for you was he making excuse after excuse to continue seeing you, lying over and over that he had a reason to use you, that it was just a part of some master plan.

He exhaled another puff of his cigar and rubbed his temples.

Gods, why was he acting this way? He was Crocodile. Not a lovesick teenage boy, not some lonely man, not some simpering-

“Sir, (Y/n) has arrived.” His ears perked up as he quickly slicked back his hair.

“Is that so? Send them up,” he orders, grabbing his expensive cologne to spray onto him again.

Zoro

Zoro had never heard of the idea of soulmates or anything like that. When one lives, breathes, and dies by the sword, something like “soulmates” is just comical. He doesn’t need love to become the best swordsman. He didn’t need love to teach him how to pick up a sword and kill another with it. That was, in fact, the complete opposite of love.

Survival of the fittest, he thought. Nothing more, nothing less. You kill for bounties, bounties that pay, pay that gives you a chance to eat food. Nothing more to it. He never did more than he needed to, never worked harder for anything outside of his sword training and hunting. What else did a swordsman need to live?

He was currently drinking his fill at a local tavern of some random village he washed out upon. He didn’t care to get names, not when he was always moving, always killing, always leaving. “Zoro” was a passing chance encounter few got to ever meet or understand. He was fine with that. A bounty hunter didn’t need attachments. A bounty hunter definitely didn’t need someone weighing him down.

At the tavern, a few rowdy pirates were acting up. Yelling obscenities, throwing food and liquor at one another, making rude gestures- nothing out of the ordinary for drunk pirates. Zoro had no business with them, so he ignored them, continuing to order pint after pint.

It wasn’t until he heard a crash that he looked up. You were angrily yelling at one of the pirates who threw a drink at you, and his mates were drawing their weapons. It was clear you were outnumbered, so you looked around the bar for anyone that would help.

Normally, Zoro wouldn’t bother, figuring you dug your own grave by messing with pirates like that. However, when he glanced to your eyes, he found himself… staring. Lost. Entranced?

He didn’t know why he felt like he should protect you, but he always had a good intuition when it came to these sorts of things. He sighed, placed his mug down, then stood up, drawing his swords from their sheathes.

“Zoro,” he stated. A rare thing for him to admit so casually to a normal person. The pirates heard his name and shriveled up in fear. Zoro didn’t pay them any mind, instead tapping his sword against his shoulder impatiently. “Need me to shut these guys up?”

Mihawk

If you had asked a young Mihawk about love, he would have most certainly called you a fool for daring to think of such illogical things instead of focusing on one’s own strength and potential. While he had heard of the sentiments about love and soulmates before, he didn’t place much value into it. Love was a distraction from the training he could have done. Love was a waste of time. Love was just for weak-minded people who let themselves be vulnerable or gentle with another. Love wasn’t for people like him.

Which was why he was now trying to instill the opposite into his foolhardy protege, Zoro. Yes, yes, unfortunately, Mihawk was proven wrong from his earlier ways of thinking, and ever since then, he’s been doing his best to be a good man for you.

“I didn’t think a guy like you would have a partner…” Zoro would mumble.

“Of course I would. Do I not look like a suitable husband?” Mihawk replied as he was sipping his wine. “A marriage is only an aspect of your training and power.”

“How does cooking dinner help you train?” Zoro raised a brow, not believing a word.

“If you cannot handle a routine for even the most mundane and domestic of tasks, you cannot expect to be disciplined enough to train. If you think something like making your love a cup of tea or folding laundry is too hard or not worthy enough, you are not worthy enough to hold a sword.”

Zoro nodded, impressed by Mihawk’s reasoning (or maybe impressed at how you somehow made the world’s greatest swordsman so whipped and happy to make you dinner).

“Well, when you put it like that,” Zoro scratched his cheek, looking back at his mentor to see him staring at you longingly from the window. You and Perona were outside picking some of the vegetables at the garden, an activity you insisted upon doing despite Mihawk’s protests. You and the young lady were joking and laughing about something Perona said, and Mihawk sighed.

“Something wrong?” Zoro asked, unsure what Mihawk was thinking with his stoic appearance.

“No, not at all,” Mihawk shook his head, taking another sip.

“Then why did you sigh like that?” Zoro questioned. A smirk grew on Mihawk’s lips as he chuckled, continuing to look at you. You… you who were so special, who had become the apple of his eye, his strength, his joy, his passion.

“Oh, you wouldn’t understand it right now, my student,” Mihawk closed his eyes. “Fate is… it’s simply a humorous thing.”

Corazon

He always was a sensitive soul, despite his outer appearance and harsh exterior. But even as a child, Law could tell something was up with Corazon.

“Why are you always looking at them?” Law grumpily asked, folding his arms and raising a brow at his benefactor.

“Hm? At who?” Corazon dumbly responded, cigarette in his lips.

“You know who I mean! Don’t act stupid!” Law shouted. Corazon chuckled and exhaled the smoke.

“Sorry, gotta be more specific.”

Of course, Corazon knew who Law was referring to. It wasn’t like Corazon had hidden his affection for you, but that was for another time. You were something special, something that Corazon yearned for but could never have. Not when Doflamingo’s influence was so large and looming over his life. But even if Corazon himself could not love you so freely, he always did like to tell the young boy stories. Of course, Law, being a jaded little boy, had never really given thought to such things like “soulmates” or “souls knowing each other”. That was stupid and impossible.

Corazon liked to believe, though. It comforted him. It made him feel happy that, hey, even if this life perhaps didn’t work out for him and you, at least he had known you before. At least he was able to see you again. At least he got you in his life for a moment, even if it would end in nothing but heartache and pain. At he least, for just a bit, he got to see that smile, those eyes, and feel your hands over his.

It made his life a little less hard, a little less dull. The romanticism that despite Doffy meddling in his life, Corazon still had a chance with you, was meant to know and be with you… well, that was plenty enough for him. It made him happier, too, knowing Law was perhaps a soul he was acquainted with before. It made him feel like he was always going to be guaranteed love and kindness with you and Law, even if the world was unkind to him.

Yes, this new family he had found was perhaps where he belonged the most. With you and Law by his side, there was nothing more he could ask for.

Shanks

“You’re obsessed.”

“Am not!” Shanks yelled childishly at Beckman, before turning back to face the island they were planning on docking at soon. The wide smile on his face made it clear he was beyond excited to be there, and the other men chuckled.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning on running off to see em?” Yassop asked, knowing the answer.

“Oh, stop bugging about it! It’s just a little reunion with (Y/n), not anything crazy,” Shanks waved off. He breathed into his palm and winced at the smell of his breath. “Crap, does anyone have any mouthwash?”

“I don’t think anything can get that stench out. If they hadn’t run away cuz of your smell before, I think you’re good now!”

“Haha, very funny guys. Besides, it’s just between friends. Nothing weird.”

Of course, that was a bit of a fib, but who doesn’t tell little white lies? Surely he’d be forgiven for saying that by whomever was possibly in charge of making this happen?

Shanks, even with his overwhelming power and influence, did believe in superstition. It would be foolish not to, especially in such a dangerous world that a pirate inhabits. Sure, some of them were old wive’s tales from scared-straight sailors, but he did find them having some merit. He didn’t like to discount the seemingly impossible, not when it made even the most outlandish things possible.

He believed it was fate he got to meet Buggy and be a part of Roger’s crew. He believed it fate he met little Luffy in Foosha Village. He also believed it was fate he saved you that day. Some things just “made sense” like that to Shanks. It certainly made his life more interesting while also giving him a chance to bother you as always.

“Oh, come on, you can’t really kick out your soulmate, can you?” Shanks would tease.

“Soulmate?” You laugh. “Is this your attempt at proposing to me?”

“Hey, if you’d like it to be, I can absolutely make it happen,” Shanks replied, an earnest look in his eyes. You smile at him- crap, how do you always manage to make him ache and miss you? It’s gotta be fate, because no way could anyone have his heart in tight vice like this.

“Well… if you’re insisting, Captain,” you begin, smirking at him. “Why not take me with you? As your soulmate.”

Shanks’s eyes widened and the look on his face was a mixture of bewilderment and excitement.

“You know I can always make room for you,” he answered, trying to steady himself.

“Good. Although, we could share a room.”

“You drive a hard bargain, dear,” he chugs his rum. “Cheers to us!”

Law

Since he was a young boy, Law always tried to remain by himself. You couldn’t really trust anyone in a world of piracy and violence like that. Corazon, of course, always recommended otherwise. He even shared stories about a place where souls all were together.

It didn’t sound plausible or even remotely make sense. How would you even know if your soul was supposedly affiliated with someone?

It had been years since those days and the loss of Corazon, and even though he tried his hardest not to, Law still kept those stories in his mind. They were pointless and silly, but they were something Corazon believed wholeheartedly, even saying it was a miracle he got to meet a young Law. In some ways, Law felt somewhat similarly.

Love wasn’t for someone like Law. Too damaged, too cold, too logical, too afraid to ever let that feeling grow. It was how he stayed and remained for his life, and how he was planning on operating for the rest of time.

Until you, quite literally, crashed into him.

Jeez, you had to be a pest. Or a virus. Or a parasite. Something like that, but gosh, you were contagious. When you smiled, he found himself wanting to smile back. When you talked, he found himself thinking over every word you spoke in great detail. Maybe he was overthinking things, maybe when you said you were happy to have met him that was just you being friendly. Or something.

Almost always his mind drifted to you, feeling a certain way for you that he didn’t feel with the others in his crew or from the Straw Hats. You were different.

Perfect? Maybe. Definitely too good for someone like him, he’d think. But even with that self-loathing and apprehension, he found himself being drawn to you like a magnet.

Cora, if this is what you meant before…

Damn it, now he was letting things like soulmates and affinity cloud his judgment. He was a grown man, not a young boy, he didn’t need those silly delusions and ideas growing in his head and making him think he had a chance with you.

“Tora-o!” Luffy called. “Come here!!”

“No,” Law grumbled.

“Law,” you asked right after. “Do you mind helping me with this?”

“...yes,” he replied, stoically walking up to you to see what your problem was. Luffy gawked and pouted from the side, while a few of the others chuckled at Law.

[justa-fanfic-writer]

Everyday mornings...

Summary: Every day mornings with your husband Mihawk.

Pairing: Domestic Mihawk x Male Reader

Content warning: None

Genre: Fluff

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You stir slowly from sleeping with a soft inhale, shifting amongst the warm, cotton covers that never fails to get tangled between Yours and Mihawk's legs.

The morning chill that settles over the castle hits your shoulder as it peeks out from the sheets, and you shiver, trying to tuck the fabric back up for warmth.

With a bleary crack of your eyelids opening, now roused beyond the point of falling back into slumber, they train onto the first thing in your line of sight.

And, oh, what a sight this was.

A smile starts forming from the corners of your mouth, gazing softly at your lover beside you.

His face is serene, his brows normally furrowed in thought and concentration, now smooth and relaxed. A dangerous man, yet so handsome in his slumber.

Seeing Mihawk your beloved like this, asleep and at peace beside You, his hand had unconsciously finding and pressing against the skin of your hip for contact, was something you’d never forget and had You blushing slightly.

No person disturbing him, his breathing even and deep. Slumber holding him tightly.

"Good"

You thought, he certainly needed it.

Waking before the legendary swordsman is quite a rarity.

He keeps strange hours,training and finding other ways to occupy his time around the castle when he isn’t out sailing the seas, and often rises early to tend to the garden. And so, you don’t squander this moment to gaze upon him with reverence.

Eventually, as if he can feel your stare on him, his eyes blink open, regarding you with a tenderness that has your heart beating hard.

A low hum emanates from Mihawk's mouth, and one hand reaches up to slowly caress your smooth cheek.

“I’ll never get enough of this…”

His muttering was breathy as he stirs.

“Waking up and seeing such a lovely sight before me.”

You scoff, gently pushing his arm, but can’t help but agree to the statement.

“Getting sappy in your old age, hm dear?”

There’s something in the way Mihawk looks at You, thoughtful and quiet.

“No. I'm just being honest with you, Mi amor~”

“Well ill be…”

You hummed, amused, before leaning forward to place a soft kiss to his lips.

“I managed to make an honest man out of you after all this years, i guess being married to you was worth it after all.”

You could feel the smirk on his mouth as you leaned in for a second, and then a third kiss.

He lingers, savoring the feeling just a moment more, before rising with a groan from the bed.

There’s so much to do today, but you looked forward to it every single second of it.

And if it means seeing your husband's sexy and handsome face every day. ;)

(Wink wink nudge nudge)

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I MADE ANOTHER MIHAWK FLUFF BECAUSE I LOVE THIS DILF OF A MAN AAAAAAAAH! Btw I hope you liked this. I had to rewrite this a bunch of times in my notebook, but it was worth it.

[privwrites]

Unexpected reunion

Mihawk x female reader (OS)

from the One Piece live adaptation

Watched the One Piece live adaption and completely fell for Dracule Mihawk. So I had to write a one shot for him. Enjoy!

wordcount: 1875 words

tw: implied age gap, but y/n isn't a minor!, mentions of violence, sorry I'm new to tws- i will add more more with time if necessary

(english isn't my first language, this os isn't beta-read)

Day in, day out, you've endured this wretched ship's hold. The creaking sway of the gas lamps robbed you of sleep, and the chains on your wrists didn't make it any more pleasant. The sunny daylight could only be seen through the narrow gaps in the ship's deck above you. A week ago, the Marines separated you from your crew and captured you—a severe blow, or at least that's what the Marines thought. Yet, you had more experience at sea than your relatively young age would suggest. So, you waited out your days in the Marine cell, always accompanied by the squeaking of the gas lamp and the gentle waves of the ship.

One morning, a jolt woke you from your sleep. You sat up. The anchor must have been dropped on the bottom of the sea! You must be in shallower waters. Immediately, you heard footsteps on the wooden stairs above you, and moments later, several Marines dragged you out of your cell. "You're being relocated! Let's see how merciful the Admiral will be to you!" one of them sneered. Annoyed, you sighed. The arrogance of the Marines had always bothered you. If only the eight soldiers accompanying you knew that you could take them all down with a few moves. Yet, you had your reasons to hold back.

The glaring daylight greeted you as you were led from a Marine ship to a significantly larger one. Remarkably larger… Yes, this was definitely an admiral's ship. Suspiciously, you surveyed the crew of the ship, but none of the faces seemed familiar. However silly they all looked in their white uniforms. Some of them stared at you with fascination. It was a rarity to encounter a female pirate, especially one with your reputation. "Take the wench to her new cell!" one of the officers shouted. Before you had time to look around more, you found yourself in that very cell. At least this one had a small window in the ship's wooden wall. However, this time, thick barred iron rods enclosed you. "Out of the frying pan, into the fire," you muttered. But this cell had an additional thin straw mat for sleeping, and behind a wooden wall, there was a bucket of water with linen for freshening up.

This night, you couldn't sleep for a long time. Instead, you watched the stars in the sky through the small window. Your patience, which you had at the beginning of your captivity, had diminished. How lovely it would be to be able to be out under the open sky again...

And so it happened that you were lying awake again one night when you suddenly heard footsteps in the dark room in front of you. The light of the gas lamp was not enough to fully discern the entire room in the darkness. You stared intently into the darkness in front of you. "What do we have here? A pirate captured by the Marines?" a too familiar deep male voice cut through the darkness. Into the light of the gas lamp, on the other side of the bars, stepped - "Mihawk," you realized with a start, jumping up.

The gas lamp's light danced on the distinctive features of the feared warlord and the skin of his free, muscular upper body shimmered in the moonlight. He hadn't aged a day. "It's been a long time since we last saw each other," you said coldly, "and I didn't think it would be in the belly of a Marines ship this time." Mihawk seemed undeterred. "Well, only one of us is behind bars." He assessed you from head to toe. Your hair had grown longer, but it still had the same beautiful shine as back then. However, captivity had visibly taken a toll on you. Your skin was paler, and your clothing partially torn. "How long have they had you in captivity?" he asked, an unreadable expression on his face. "Why do you want to know?" you retorted, "Why should I tell someone who seems to be making common cause with the Marines lately!" This, too, left Mihawk unimpressed. "I occasionally work for the World Government, not the Marines, darling. And only when it suits me." The tone in Mihawk's voice allowed no further contradiction. "So tell me, y/n, how did you end up in this situation?" He pointed to the iron bars that separated you. For a while, you remained silent. The sound of the waves could be heard all the way down here in the ship's hold, as the ship gently rocked.

"My crew and I were lured into an ambush by the Marines. Then they captured me," you explained. Mihawk's eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, and his gaze pierced on you. "Captured, I see," Mihawk replied and took a step towards you. He was dangerously close, as if the bars between you didn't exist. You had to gulp. That wasn't the whole truth. But what did it matter to him? You had your own plan to escape this prison! And Mihawk had been gone too long for you to trust him now. "The feared pirate y/n allows to be locked up by ordinary Marines. I had hoped I trained you better." The second sentence angered you. "What do you know about me? You just disappeared!" Now there was a reaction on the pirate's face, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "I had my reasons to disappear back then." - "You left me behind!" you hissed. The Warlord's chest rose and fell faster. No one but you was capable of unsettling him. "I had a mission to fulfill, and I would never have involved you! I protected you, even if your stubbornness prevents you from seeing it." You stared at him. Mihawk had been your mentor many years ago. He had taken you in after finding you in a village destroyed by pirates. He was the reason why you were as skilled in swordsmanship as no other pirate but him. Until one day, he had suddenly disappeared, and you were left to fend for yourself. That was many years ago. "And all those years, I watched over you, y/n. You've become a formidable pirate." He assessed you again. But this time, it wasn't an appraising look, rather - an admiring one. You didn't know how to respond. Mihawk continued, "So it surprises me even more that you're still behind bars." He placed a hand on the iron bars that separated you. How should you act in this situation? Briefly, you listened to make sure no one else was on the corridors, then you straightened your shoulders. "The Marines did indeed surprise us with an ambush. But that's not all." Mihawk's gaze lingered on your lips. "I'm listening," he replied. You continued, "Before they could completely destroy our ships, I let myself be captured. I pretended as if they had defeated me in battle to protect the rest of my crew." The corners of the powerful Warlord's mouth twitched upwards. "In case of my capture, there has always been a plan for liberation. This plan involves a lot of preparation so that the Marine ship here is taken down simultaneously. Therefore, I have to wait in my cell until my crew arrives." - "Well, that sounds much more like the girl I trained," Mihawk said.

You already knew he wasn't a man of many words. Still, it almost sounded like a compliment. "As much as I appreciate your plan, y/n, you will come with me now. We don't have time to wait for your crew. None other than Garp himself is the vice-admiral on this ship." You wanted to protest when the Warlord shattered the lock of your cell with a single clean stroke. "I will wait for them!" you insisted. But Mihawk grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the ship's deck. His grip on your arm was far too strong for you to break free. He had always been much stronger than you. Mihawk pulled you up the stairs, and upon reaching the deck. A murmur ran through the rows of Marines who worked the night shift. Mihawk didn't even have to draw his sword. No one dared to attack him. He let his piercing gaze wander over the Marines. "Let it be clear, none of you will ever dare to harm y/n again. She is under my protection, and I will kill anyone who even touches her." Angrily, you stepped on Mihawk's foot. He rolled his eyes and added, "And the same goes for her crew." You nodded in satisfaction. The faces of the marines, on the other hand, reflected their fear of the warlord. Unconcerned, Mihawk walked with you to the railing and jumped onto his pirate ship, which was next to the Marine ship. In contrast to his usually much smaller ship, this one was quite large and stately. Yet you two were the only ones on it. Once on the other deck, Mihawk only needed to split the wind with his sword, and immediately, your ship sailed away from the Marines. For a the rest of the night you said nothing, but you could feel Mihawk's gaze on you as you stood at the railing. You reflected on the recent events and especially what Mihawk had told you about his disappearance. The Marine ship one the horizon was barely visible in the moonlight. You sailed many miles away from the their ship that night, until the first rays of the warm morning sun reflected in the gentle waves of the sea. A warm breeze played with your hair. Suddenly, you felt Mihawk coming towards you. He put something in your hand. It was a Den Den Mushi. You looked at him in surprise. He said nothing, but you understood him anyway. Immediately, you called your crew and told them about your involuntary rescue. You heard relieved sighs on the other end of the line. Then Mihawk himself suddenly took the Den Den Mushi and said to your crew, "There is no need for you to pick up y/n. I will bring her to your ship myself. Expect us in fourteen days." Before you could say anything else to your crew, Mihawk hung up. "What's wrong with you?? You could just split the wind fourteen times, and we would be much faster!" you snapped. Mihawk now stood directly in front of you, considerably taller than you. Calmly, he looked at you. Your skin had regained its rosy glow, and your eyes sparkled at him angrily. Now you looked much more like the girl he had taken in back then. "Well, my dear," he brushed a strand behind your ear, "Despite your daring plan, captivity by the Marines was dangerous for you." You wanted to retort, but he had drawn you into his gaze as if in a spell. "All those years, I left you alone. That was too long. In the next fourteen days, I will make it up to you." What exactly he meant by that, you didn't know. Honestly, you didn't care. Because a warm, unknown feeling enveloped your heart, and a smile played on your lips. And it felt like even fourteen days with the Warlord wouldn't be enough...

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uggh, I wanna write an entire fanfiction for him so badly. Hope you enjoyed it. This was my first post on tumblr, be gentle with me please :D also can we please talk about how hot Bogard is? He slayed his short screentime.

[lockes-woods]

Time's up

The morning after this

!!!MDNI!!!

CW: PIV, Oral fem!receiving, creampie, confessions, cockwarming, two awkward beans 💛

Taglist:@nocturnalrorobin

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You groan as you drifted between being awake and asleep. Your conscience floated towards awake, you had a nagging feeling like someone was watching you. You groggily cracked your eyes open before they widened at the sharp yellow eyes staring back at you. You were suddenly very aware of your limbs mingling with his. You were wrapped up in each other’s arms; legs tangled. Your eyes fully snapped open; your mouth clumsily followed.

“I-um shit sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You said, attempting to pull back, stonewalled by his grip on you. By the steady light filling the room, it was easy to see you were well into the morning, “I-you were, well it didn’t feel right to leave you.” You stumbled out, Mihawk’s intense gaze never leaving your face.

“I wasn’t in the state to be left, there’s no need for your apology,” Mihawk replied, softly, but still firm before continuing, “If anything I should be thanking you.”

“It’s okay, I don’t think either of us predicted it getting that intense,” you replied, stilling.

“I’d like to if you’d let me,” he started, before clarifying at your confused look, “Thank you, that is.”

“Mihawk there’s no need, anyone in that situation would have stayed. You don’t owe me anything.” You said, smile gracing your lips. You shared a long look before he broke the silence.

“What if I want to?” he finally asked, almost timidly; the tips of his ears reddening.

“What’d you have in mind? Breakfast in bed?” you asked, jokingly.

“One of us would be eating,” he confirmed, stern half smile growing on his face. Your eyes widened at the implication. Your thoughts buffered as he shifted his weight to his forearms that were now positioned on either side of your head, as he hovered above you.

“Would you allow me?” he asked once again, absent mindedly wetting his lips.

“I-Only if you want to, I’m content with our exchange from what we agreed to.” You replied. You knew it was selfish, but you defaulted to being clinical to protect yourself.

“I’m not,” Mihawk said, shocking you, “If we were to leave this as an exchange then we’re not even. I only made you cum once, while I came twice by you.”

“Okay,” you let out a delayed nod once you realize he was waiting on you, “I’m yours-til you make me cum that is.” You stumbled. Fuck of all the scenarios you imagined this interaction to bring this one didn’t even make the top ten of what your thought was realistic. He smirked down at you at his lips brushed your softly before he fulling put his weight behind the kiss. You gasped timidly against his soft lips. He took the opportunity to press further, tongue breaching your lips. You shared a moan as his tongue brushed against yours, while he simultaneously parted your legs; knee pressed against your core. Your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself to let go and be vulnerable to the experience. He deepened the kiss, grinding his thighs shamelessly against your bare pussy, panties long forgotten the night before.

You couldn’t help but let out a stuttered moan as he pulled back, making his way down your frame. You gasped as he took a detour, stopping at your breasts. He teased your right nipple with his mouth, the coolness of his fingers playing with your left causing you to pant. He smirked up at you, blowing your now wettened nipple, now erected from his stimulation. He continued to kiss down your abdomen, almost rushed. He trailed down stopping at your mound, eyes snapping up to yours to confirm your permission. You’d never seen him like this, desperate eyes locked with yours; hungry.

“Please,” you whined.

“Ask properly,” he ordered, the tips of his fingers only grazing your folds, shoulders baring your hips open.

“Please, Sir.” You whimpered.

“Good girl,” he smirked up at you, roles reversed. You watched breathlessly as he dipped his tongue between your folds, licking you open with his broad tongue, frame encapsulating yours. You couldn’t help but moan as his tongue found your entrance before moving upward, lips molding to your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned, his fingers breaching your entrance. His thick fingers were welcomed in with ease. If you weren’t so desperate you’d have the decency to be embarrassed by how wet you were, well always were in his presence. You wish you could have the willpower to hold off, pretend you weren’t already wrecked from a few quick strokes of his fingers and tongue. You fell, shamelessly, to his ministration. Cumming hard against his face; you rode out your high grinding on his face like it was your job. No, it felt like your purpose was to be at the receiving end of his pleasure. You couldn’t help but groan as you seized under him, moaning his name. He lapped sloppily against your folds, drinking in your release. Your eyes once again locked as you floated down from your high. Your clouded eyes meeting his sharp gaze, a smirk plastered on his face. You hated how handsome he looked. In the past you would have found the arrogant look repulsive, now the same look made you pulse with need. He crawled up your form, once again planked above you. You whined at the sensation of his hot cock, throbbing against your stomach. You tried to grind up, before his frame stilled your efforts.

“Admit it,” he whispered in your ear, “Admit how badly you want me and I’m yours.”

You whined, past the point of denial.

“Want it,” you gasped, while he rutted against you, “Want you” you moaned.

“Good girl,” he praised, kissing the side of your head.

“How do you want me?” he asked, tantalizing smirk just out of reach of your own lips.

“Wanna ride-Fuck!” you cursed, the tip of his cock now teasing your folds.

“Sorry, love didn’t quite catch that.” He antagonized you.

“I wanna be on top.” You said, on the cusp of begging. He fell to his back in loo of a response, taking you with him. You took a breath as you straddled his stomach, before lifting yourself up. Mihawk’s gaze locked on your core as you parted your lower lips with your fingertips, falling on him. You stopped a third the way down, before bouncing up. You continued to ride him easing yourself down as fast as you could without hurting yourself. You moaned, far past the point of shame, your core kissing his pelvis. Mihawk threw his head back, grip on your hips tightening as you started to ride him with purpose.

“Fuck,” you gasped,

“Feel so good,” you moaned,

“S’full” you slurred.

“Fuck,” he grunted in response, his patience thinned. Once you were able to take his full length he began to thrust up to meet you; nails biting into the skin of your hips.

“Sir,” you cried, breath punched out of your lungs by the force of him both bouncing you on his cock and dragging you up with his grip.

“So, good,” he moaned, “Such a good girl.”

“Can I, can I please,” you asked without asking.

“Where do you want me?” he gasped in response.

“In me,” you pleaded, tears kissing the corner of your eyes, “Please,” you begged.

“Shit-go ahead. Cum.” He ordered, just as blissed out as you were. Your hands braced on his chest, Your eyes screwed shut your body seizing for the second time this morning, moaning shamelessly as your cunt sucked him in. He groaned tilting his head back, before shooting off in your warm heat. You milked him for all he was worth. You fell onto his broad chest, panting with him locked inside of you. Your walls twitched in an aftershock, pulling a whine from deep in his chest.

“Fuck,” you sighed.

“Fuck,” he agreed, cradling the back of your head against his chest, mirroring your position the night before. Your breath began to calm as you listened to his heart rate regulate itself.

"Fuck, I'm definitely gonna feel this tomorrow," you joked, face tucked into the hollow of his throat.

"It's only fair, I'll be feeling you for the next week," he joked back, causing you to smile into his neck. You basked in each other’s presence until the talk became inevitable.

“I wouldn’t mind doing this again,” you shyly stated, hiding your face in his neck.

“I’d like that,” he replied, stroking up and down your back comfortingly, the twitch of his cock inside of you confirming his sentiment. While a more lengthy detailed talk was much needed, you allowed yourselves to stay in the bliss of the moment, for now.

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EEEEEEK. Not me blushing at their combined awkwardness. I hope this was a good enough epilogue for now, (I may not be done with this pair.)

I gotta try to get some rest hope you all have a good night /day (you know what I mean) 💛

[tobiramamonmari29]

mihawk had found Zoro's company quite relaxing, compared to the noise and tumult of the other guests. Zoro and Sanji were relatively discreet and calm, they were content to stay near Mihawk and drink slowly without getting drunk, which was a relief for Mihawk who enjoyed their silent company.

 

Mihawk was impressed by Sanji's personality. he was intelligent, discreet and seemed to have a certain limit that should not be crossed. The fact that he was used to Zoro, who had a personality similar to Mihawk's, showed that he knew how to remain calm and respectful in his presence. Mihawk felt a slight respect for Sanji, admiring his ability to handle personalities like his.

 

Mihawk could actually detect similarities between Zoro and him. Zoro seemed to share some characteristics of autism. Sanji seemed to understand and accept it, which explained their ability to handle Mihawk's personality with calm and respect.

 

Mihawk sighed slightly as he thought of Crocodile and Buggy. He wondered if he should ever tell his husbands about his autism. maybe they were able to understand and accept it, like Sanji and Zoro. After all, they were the closest and most important people in his life.

 

Mihawk was not at all used to being vulnerable and sharing his emotions with others. however, he knew that if he wanted Crocodile and Buggy to understand him, he would have to learn to be a little more open with them. it was something that was out of his comfort zone, but for the sake of his relationship and for his own mutual well-being and understanding, he knew it was a necessary sacrifice.

 

Mihawk wondered how he could broach the subject with Crocodile and Buggy. he wanted to be honest and transparent with them, but he was afraid of their reaction. What would they think of him if they found out he had autism spectrum disorder? Will they still have the same love and respect for him?

 

mihawk knew his autism was part of who he was, but he feared it would change Crocodile and Buggy's perception of him. He wanted his husbands to always see him as the strong, confident person he is, not as someone "different" or "disabled."

 

mihawk sighed once again, taking a sip of sake to try to put his thoughts in order. He knew there was no easy solution to this situation. he was going to have to take his courage in both hands and confide in Crocodile and Buggy, hoping that they would accept him as he is.

 

“Mihawk-san?”

 

Mihawk looked towards Sanji upon hearing his voice. He didn't realize that he was shaking and making nervous tics. Sanji's presence and the touch of his hand on his reassured him. Mihawk realized that he must have been transparent in his nervousness.

 

"Yes, Sanji?"

 

“Is something bothering you?”

 

Mihawk hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. he realized that Sanji had noticed that he had something on his mind. He sighed lightly.

 

"Yes, sort of. I was wondering if I should bring up a delicate subject with Crocodile and Buggy. A side of me that they don't know yet..."

 

“It’s hard for you, huh?”

 

Mihawk nods. "Yes, it's difficult. I have a hard time opening up about things like this and I'm afraid of their reaction. I don't want them to see me differently or pity me by anything."

 

Sanji's face became understanding. "I understand how you feel. It's normal to be afraid of the reaction of loved ones when we confide something personal to them. But sometimes, it is necessary to face our fears in order to move forward and be honest with ourselves - myself and with others."

 

Mihawk listened carefully to Sanji's words. He knew Sanj was right. He couldn't always run away and avoid his feelings for fear of how others would react.

 

"You're right. But it's easier said than done. I've never been very good at talking about my emotions or confiding in others."

 

“Let me guess, you’re autistic?”

 

Mihawk was surprised by Sanji's response. He blinked before nodding slowly.

 

“Yes, I’m autistic.” he also looked at Zoro, who was standing back with his helmets on, seemingly in his own bubble.

 

"Zoro is too, it was hard for him to tell me but I must admit that deep down I knew a little."

 

Mihawk nodded upon hearing Sanji's words. he understood perfectly how Zoro must have felt during his confession.

 

"I see. I guess he was relieved to tell you about it, I guess."

He glanced at Zoro, who was still busy being in his world with his helmets on.

 

"Zoro isn't very good with his emotions. But I would say he was happy in his own way you know."

 

Mihawk smiled upon hearing Sanji's comment. He could see that Zoro had difficulty expressing his emotions, like him. but he felt that deep down, Zoro had been happy to be able to confide in Sanji.

 

"I understand what you mean. I also have difficulty expressing my emotions. It's hard enough for me to recognize my own emotions, so imagine sharing them with others..."

 

"Do you have any tics? Any tremors sometimes? Apart from your difficult social interactions?"

 

Mihawk nods in response to Sanji's questions. He did indeed have tics and his tremors were very present, even apart from his social difficulties.

 

"Yes, I have nervous tics and tremors. They are sometimes intense and uncontrollable, especially when I'm stressed or overworked."

 

“Try not to forget to omit them from your husbands, when Zoro told me about his autism...he left me in the dark at firsthe sometimes had tics like cracking his neck, fiddling with his fingers or cleaning his katana countless times."

 

Mihawk listened carefully to Sanji's words and nodded in agreement. he knew that many autistic people had similar tics and compulsive behaviors.

 

“I understand what you mean. I can sometimes feel the need to repeat certain actions or behaviors over and over, and I also have some nervous tics like what you mentioned. I guess it’s one of my ways of dealing with stress and anxiety.”

 

“I noticed.” he said running his hand through his own blonde hair. “You touch your hair often.”

 

Mihawk was surprised by Sanji's observation. he hadn't necessarily noticed that he was doing this, but now that he pointed it out, he realized that he actually had a tendency to touch her hair a lot.

 

"Ah, I guess I do this without realizing it. It’s a comforting way for me, it helps me relax a little.”

 

"I understand."

 

Mihawk felt a slight sense of calm while speaking to Sanji. It was nice to talk to someone who seemed to understand his difficulties and his autism. he often struggled to feel comfortable around others, but he found some security in talking to Sanji.

 

"Thanks for understanding. It feels good to talk about it, to be honest."

 

“And frankly, I’m impressed that you’re actually tryingI understand your discomfort and discomfort on the issue.”

 

Mihawk was surprised and pleasantly amazed by Sanji's words. He was not used to receiving compliments on his efforts to overcome his difficulties. He felt a certain warmth inside him hearing this.

 

"Thank you. It's true that it's not easy for me, but I'm really trying to push myself outside of my comfort zone. There are certain things..."

 

He paused for a moment, hesitating over his next words. Mihawk took a deep breath before continuing. he felt a little nervous talking about something so personal.

 

"There are certain things that I fear. Like... change, for example. It makes me uncomfortable, more than others I think. And also... my own emotionality. I don't like to be too emotionally expressive. I prefer to keep my feelings inside as much as possible."

 

"Understandable. I don't want to overwhelm you more than necessary. Zoro and I will go for it. I can see it's too much for him."

 

mihawk nodded in agreement. He felt a little emotionally drained after that conversation, but he was also grateful to Sanji for his understanding and patience.

 

"Thank you, Sanji. You have been very understanding and patient. I know it's not easy for you either, but thank you for doing it for me. And for Zoro too."

 

Mihawk was surprised by Sanji's hug, but he accepted it nonetheless. It was an unexpected gesture from a stranger, but he soon realized he needed it. he relaxed into the hug, feeling some comfort in the contact.

 

"Thanks for the hug... It was... quite nice, actually."

 

"That makes me happy. I'll leave you now. Oh hey...it's Zoro's spare helmet, maybe it can help you."

 

mihawk looked at Zoro's spare helmet that Sanji handed him. He wondered for a moment what purpose it could be, but he accepted it anyway.

 

“Thank you. But what good is that?”

 

"Noise-cancelling headphones

helps autism by reducing the noise load and thus promoting well-being and availability. It helps you stay focused by limiting auditory distractions. I know it helps a lot Zoro, I hope it works for you...well if you really want it."

 

mihawk listened attentively to Sanji's explanations. He had never used noise-canceling headphones before, but he was willing to try if it would help. He nodded in agreement.

 

"I'll try, thank youIt could be useful to allow me to concentrate better and be less disturbed by outside sounds."

 

"Especially since your birthday party seems to be a lot for you."

 

Mihawk sighed upon hearing this. it was true that his birthday party was a stressful event for him. He wasn't used to big parties and lots of guests, especially when it came to his birthday.

 

“Yes, I feel a little overwhelmed by all these people who came to my party. It can be a bit much sensory stimulation for me, to be honest.”

 

“so you will need it.”

 

Mihawk nodded in agreement. he knew he would need all the help he could get to cope with his birthday party event, especially when it came to sensory stimulation.

 

"Yes, I think you're right. Thanks again for the noise-canceling headphones. I'm going to try it to see if it can help me deal with stimulation better."

 

“no problems.”

 

*-*-*-*-*

 

Once Sanji and Zoro left, Mihawk found himself relieved. the conversation he had with Sanji had been beneficial, but it had also exhausted his emotional capacity for the moment. he looked at the noise-canceling headphones Sanji had provided him, wondering if it could really help him better deal with his emotional and sensory difficulties.

 

He sighed as he turned to the rest of the guests. the party continues around him, the guests continuing to have fun and enjoy the party. But Mihawk felt a little isolated, like he couldn't connect with others. He decided to put on the noise-canceling headphones to see if that would help him relax a little. he adjusted the headset to his ears and focused on the silence that now surrounded him.

 

Mihawk instantly felt a little more relieved. the sounds of the party were now muted, and he could finally focus on his own thoughts and emotions without being distracted by outside sounds. He breathed deeply, feeling a little more relaxed thanks to the noise-canceling headphones. he began to wander around the party, observing the guests having fun around him. Despite the protection of the noise-canceling headphones, he could still feel the eyes of others on him. He continued to feel isolated, as if his condition was an impenetrable wall for others.

 

he walked away from the groups of people, heading towards a slightly quieter corner. He leaned against a wall, looking around with a blank stare. He felt emotionally tired, but the noise-canceling headphones helped keep him calm for now. mihawk was surprised by Buggy's hand on his shoulder, but he immediately recognized the clown. He turned to look at the familiar blue hair.

 

"Oh, it's you, Buggy. I was lost in thought."

 

“It’s new, what are you wearing?”

 

mihawk sat up, touching the noise-canceling headphones around his ears.

 

"Oh, it's noise-canceling headphones. Sanji gave it to me. It's supposed to help reduce sensory stimulation and stuff."

 

"Huh? Why do you need that Hawky?"

 

Mihawk shifted uncomfortably. he didn't really like talking about his emotional struggles, but he knew he could be honest with Buggy.

 

“I have difficulty with sensory stimulationloud sounds, crowds, bright lights... it can be a lot for me and make me a little emotionally agitated."

 

"I understand. I'll be back in a few minutes. You can stay here without any problem."

 

Mihawk nodded, relaxing slightly against the wall. he felt a little more comfortable with the noise-canceling headphones on, but he could still feel the disconcerting presence of the guests around him.

 

"Okay, I'll wait for you here."

 

*-*-*-*-*

Mihawk watched as the guests left little by little, feeling relieved that the party was finally over. he remained leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the floor. He was emotionally and physically exhausted, and the noise-canceling headphones helped to dull some of the stimulation he was feeling. Mihawk looked up as Buggy and Crocodile suddenly appeared in front of him. he observed the two men, still leaning against the wall with the noise-canceling headphones around his ears.

 

Mihawk nodded and removed the noise-canceling headphones from around his ears.

 

“I asked Croccy to turn off the music and make his bad guy face to get the guests outI felt like it might help."

 

Mihawk nodded, touched by Buggy and Crocodile's attention. He could feel the last of the guests exiting the house, finally leaving the house relatively quiet.

 

“Thanks. That helps a little. I'm just a little emotionally tired after all the social stimulation."

 

"We can see that. We're sorry for all the partying and commotion."

 

Mihawk saw Crocodile's efforts to understand his situation, and he felt grateful that they were trying to support him. he sighed, leaning back against the wall.

 

"It's not your fault. I know you just wanted to make me have a happy birthday. It's just that sometimes sensory stimulation can be a little difficult for me, especially around a lot of strangers."

 

“W-can we just know what’s wrong with you Hawky?”

 

Mihawk was silent for a moment, hesitant to share the information. He knew Buggy and Crocodile were his loved ones, but he was still embarrassed by his emotional difficulty.

 

“I...I'm having an emotional difficulty..I am..."

 

“You mean you’re autistic?” Crocodile asked.

 

Mihawk nodded, nervous about sharing this information.

 

"Yes, that's it. I have been diagnosed with autism. This leads to difficulties in social interactions and with sensory stimulation. Like today.”

 

Mihawk nodded reluctantly. He still felt uncomfortable talking about it, but he knew Buggy and Crocodile wanted to understand his situation.

 

"It can be a little difficult for me to deal with sensory stimulation and emotions in general. It can make me a little emotional."

 

"Let's talk about it when Mihawk is comfortable doing so okay Croccy."

 

Crocodile nodded, knowing it was best to wait until Mihawk was ready to talk more.

 

"Okay, we won't push him to talk about it yet."

 

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Buggy gently placed the headset back on Mihawk's ears.

 

mihawk nodded, feeling reassured by Buggy's presence. He let Buggy readjust the headset over his ears, dampening the last of the auditory stimulation.

 

“Okay, let’s head to the bedroom.”

 

*-*-*-*-*

 

mihawk watched as Buggy and Crocodile got ready for bed, grateful that they were giving him some space and time to get away from any extra stimulation. he remained in his corner of the room, standing quietly while letting the noise-canceling headphones slightly soften the surrounding noises. He felt a little tired, but he knew he still needed some time to completely relax after the party.

 

mihawk decided to sit on the edge of the bed, watching Buggy and Crocodile finish getting ready for the night. He was grateful for their understanding and patience, knowing that they were trying to support him in their own way. he was silent for a moment, resting on his hands before speaking.

 

"You know, despite all the commotion, I appreciate that you wanted to throw me this party..."

 

"Hawky...you know I'm unbearable sometimes...and that's probably going to annoy you...but why haven't you told me and Croccy about your autism?"

 

Mihawk was silent for a moment, hesitant to answer Buggy's question. he knew he should have told them sooner, but he had always been a little reluctant to share this information.

 

"It's just... I've always found it difficult to talk about my emotional difficulty. I didn't want you to see differently because of it, I guess..."

 

"What? Croccy and I are never going to see you differently. We've always noticed your difficulty in expressing yourself but you tried, that's all that matters."

 

Mihawk seemed relieved by Buggy's words, acknowledging their support. he felt slightly guilty for not telling them sooner, but forced himself to answer.

 

"I know, it's just... It's always been difficult for me to talk about my emotions and my struggles. I guess I was afraid you'd find it weird or try to push me to change who I am."

 

"Hey...Hey...it's okay. You don't need to change Croccy and I'm not perfect either."

 

Mihawk relaxed at Buggy's words, feeling his guilt ease. He knew that perhaps he had hidden this part of himself from others for too long, but he had always been afraid of their reaction.

 

"I know you don't want to change me. I guess I'm just afraid you'll find me weird or hard to understand..."

 

"Yes it's difficult sometimes....but Croccy also isn't very good at opening up emotionally because of his traumas remember? You're not weird at all. you know I suffer from anxiety and I'm sometimes too hyperactive."

 

Mihawk nodded, indeed remembering Buggy's troubles. He knew perfectly well that no one was perfect and that everyone had their own share of emotional flaws.

 

"I know we each have our own emotional struggles. I guess I always thought no one would truly understand mine..."

 

"It's okay, if you need help with social altercations I'm here. and Croccy can help when you need calm, rest and solitude."

 

Mihawk nodded, grateful to Buggy for his support and understanding. he knew that Buggy could actually help him with social interactions, while Crocodile could help him relax and have some alone time when needed.

 

“Thank you. It means a lot to me that you want to help me and understand me. I’m grateful to you both.”

 

Mihawk remained seated on the edge of the bed, more relaxed than before. he had always been a little emotionally distant following his difficulty, but he felt a little more at ease knowing that Buggy and Crocodile tried to understand him and help him when needed. He remained silent for a moment, lost in thought, before speaking.

 

“Can I ask you something...?”

 

“Tell us what you want.” Crocodile said.

 

Mihawk took a breath, forcing himself to phrase his question, knowing it might sound a little strange.

 

"Would you mind if sometimes I need more space and solitude to refocus emotionally? I know it might sound a little weird, but... Well, sometimes I just need time for me to manage the emotions and sensations that invade me..."

 

“It suits us very well Hawky!”

 

Mihawk seemed surprised by Buggy's response, but at the same time relieved that they fully accepted his request. Feeling Buggy's hand on his and Crocodile's, he felt safe and understood. his eyes fell lightly on the identical wedding rings.

 

"Thank you, this is... really important to me. I know sometimes it will be difficult, but knowing that you are there for me helps a lot..."

 

mihawk remained silent for a moment, still clutching Buggy and Crocodile's hand. He felt emotionally exhausted from everything that had happened, but also soothed by feeling their support.

he remained lost in thought, still gripping their hands in his, before lightly muttering something to himself.

 

"I was wrong to hide it from you for so long..."

 

Crocodile moved closer to Mihawk, leaning towards him.

 

"You don't need to be ashamed of who you are. We knew something was wrong, but we didn't want to force you to tell us if you weren't comfortable doing so. TO DO."

 

Mihawk looked at Crocodile, grateful to him and Buggy for their understanding and patience.

 

"I know, it's just... I thought you would react differently if you knew. I was used to hiding my emotional difficulty, acting like everything was fine, and not showing any real weakness. "

 

crocodile placed a hand on Mihawk's shoulder, still leaning towards him.

 

"Mihawk, we understood that you would never show your true emotions. But you are not alone. You can always rely on us, no matter the situation."

 

mihawk was silent for a moment, feeling Crocodile's hand on his shoulder. He knew he could always count on them in any circumstance, despite his emotional difficulty.

 

"I know. Admitting it is hard, but...I'm grateful to you for that. I guess it feels good to know that someone actually cares about me.”

 

“Come on, both of you, get into bed.” Buggy said, making gestures that Mihawk would expect so as not to overwhelm him. "Can we cuddle? Calm down a bit and put on some soft music."

Mihawk followed Buggy and walked towards the bed with them. He recognized the gestures Buggy used to tell him that he didn't want to overwhelm him. He sat on the bed, still a little emotionally tired from all the hustle and bustle of the party.

 

“Okay, some cuddles and some soft music sound like a great idea to relax me a bit.”

 

*-*-*-*-*-*

 

Silence had fallen, a calming calm filling the room. mihawk was grateful to these two men for their attention to him, for not being too intrusive with him. He knew that Buggy had the reputation of being a leech within the couple, but he couldn't deny that at that moment, her presence was comforting for him.

 

the two men held him close, their physical presence providing a sense of security and comfort to Mihawk. He closed his eyes, letting himself be enveloped by their warmth and support. the soft music in the background created a peaceful atmosphere that helped to slightly ease the emotional burden he was carrying.

 

The moment continued, the two men holding Mihawk between them. he simply let himself go, resting against them, enjoying the sweet warmth that their proximity brought. His thoughts drifted away, and he began to gradually feel his body relax, soothed by the soft music in the background and their arms around him.

 

mihawk stayed like that for a while, silent, just enjoying the feeling of their arms around him and the soft music. The thoughts and emotions that had previously occupied his mind now seemed slightly distant, replaced by a state of calm and comfort. he felt slightly vulnerable, but at the same time safe between them.

 

The three men continued to cling to each other for a while, then gradually Mihawk's emotional and physical fatigue began to show. his eyelids grew slightly heavy, his breathing became slower and even as he let himself slip into a peaceful sleep, safe in the arms of Buggy and Crocodile.

 

END.