#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~”

[nekassvariigs]

The type of dumbass shit theyre up to when theyre alone.

Mihawk, Kid, Law,Luffy,Zoro,Sanji, Franky, Katakuri, Marco ,Buggy.

Mihawk

As stern as he is this guy sometimes lets his intusive thoughts win, slicing carrots with his blacksword, then acting all proud of himself about it.

But he cant share it because what would you even say to that..

he later stares at himself like a snot nosed idiot cleaning his blade proclaiming hed never do it again.

he did it again, it was very fun

Kid

If hes super bored and has nothing to do with his time and i mean NOTHING to do with his time.

This dumb tulip will put bolts in his nose, god forbid anyone comes knocking, he'd panic trying to get them out, one would get stuck and hed try to play it off as a new idea. i mean really hed be commited to it trying not to look like more of an idiot than he is.

Zoro

He doesnt allow his intrusive thoughts to win but one time instead of flipping the rubics cube right because one part was in the wrong place he ripped and reglued all the stickers to solve it "prefectly"

Luffy

He whines alot when hes bored but he magically solved the issue by putting his finger in his nose, it was like an ADHD thing for him, he sat there staring into space enjoying the void.

Franky

He blasts some songs and proceeded to do the nastiest filthiest sluttiest choreography youve even witnessed.

"Dude." you stare at him flash going off from your camera.

Law

He takes it easy when hes bored but he always gets a bit goofy when it comes to Bepo, this poor fluff ball has no idea whats gonna happen to him.

Law proceeds to squish his face feeling like a little kid accomplishing something each time he arranges bepos face in a funny way, he plays with his wrinkly face stretches his gums etc. Bepo sits there constantly not understanding whats going on. Later gets a snack from Law for his bs.

Buggy

Plays Mr.Potatohead. Rearanging himself ears on his hips eyes on his feet etc. Creeps himself out but does it anyway.

Katakuri

Eats too many sweets then plays with his drool because it acts like putty, he stands there hands in his pockets as he shoots out a strand sucking it back in before hes unable to save it. If it drops it drops

If you see him doing this please play along, he gets bored fast sometimes.

Marco

Plays with his feathers. He observes them like hes running his hand through a candle never feeling it burn, the human brain cannot comprehand this fenomenon.

Sanji

If hes showering he impresionates everyone, Franky chopper Law anyone. For any woman he pictures he holds out two loofas on his chest doing a girly scream.

"Sanji-" you blink at him flash going off as he stares at you before realising.

New navy wanted poster aquired.

If hes truly confident hes alone he'll play with Nami's makeup only to be spotted by Zoro.

"Dragqueen headass."

[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..

[pholla-jm]

Please Pull Through

IMAGINE: PLEASE PULL THROUGH ~ MIHAWK X READER GENRE: FLUFF/ANGST WARNING: DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD *******************************

In your description, being married to Mihawk was bliss. It was the perfect domestic life in your opinion. Sure, he was a warlord, but he was perfect to you. You loved the castle. Sure, it was big and can be a bit lonely sometimes. But when Mihawk was home, the castle seemed livelier than ever. It was filled with your laughter and soft music. All Mihawk could do was watch your figure with a smile on his face.

He enjoyed how everything seemed to light up around him when you were around. The love he held for you was indescribable. He just couldn’t live without you. That’s why he hated it whenever he had to go on missions or attend a boring meeting. It would take days, weeks even for him to return back. Whenever he was gone, all he could think about was you.

However, there were days when you felt lonely and bored. You swore that one day it would drive you crazy. So, while he was gone, you would travel to the neighboring island and sell goods. Mihawk didn’t like the idea at first. He said that it could be dangerous since he couldn’t protect you if needed. He also tried to reason that you didn’t need to do this because he has enough money to provide for the both of you and more. You just laughed at him, telling him that you were an independent person that knew how to take care of themselves. To ease his worries, he got both you and him a vivre card. Gave him peace of mind. That way if you were ever in trouble, he could get to you as fast as he could.

He was fortunate that he had never seen the paper burn or even light up in the slightest.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright, darling? I will be gone for quite some time. That’s why I’m offering you to come with me.” Mihawk says while holding onto your hands. You give them a slight squeeze, “I’m sure. Plus, I plan on going to the next island. I’m also gonna buy some stuff to do some redecorating.”

A sharp breath of intake came from him and the way he tenses was a sign of how he felt about that.

You laugh at his reaction, “Oh come on. It won’t be that bad. You’ll love it.” “We’ll see about that.”

Mihawk leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “I’ll see you in a month then.” You say when you pull back.

Mihawk internally grimaces hearing the work month. He really couldn’t stand being away from his partner for that long.

“See you in a month.” He whispers before letting your hands go and leaving the castle. You can only stand at the window on the top floor, where you can see his figure slowly start fading away.

Once he was out of sight, you quickly started to get to work. You wanted to prepare the bedroom before placing the new decoration. You wanted to lighten up the room a little, but not too light because you knew Mihawk wouldn’t like it.

It took a couple of days to prep and plan things out. But once everything was done, you gathered your own things and headed to your own boat. It took another day for you to reach the island that you usually docked on.

You were immediately greeted with familiar faces and friends. The island was quiet and friendly. There was never a sense of danger so there was no need to feel any sense of fear. It was a peaceful island, almost perfect.

“Hey (y/n)!”

It was one of your closest friends from this island. You excitedly waved back to your friend. Both of you decided to go to a small café to catch up on each other’s lives. The café was small and quaint, but the food was really good.

The two of you were chatting away, when suddenly a shrill shriek ripped through the small village. “Pirates! Pirates!”

At those words, everyone got up and scrambled around. This was the first pirate raid in the village, and no one really knew what to do. Most people were scrambling around, some grabbing a weapon of some sort.

You turn to your friend, “go back home and find yourself a hiding spot.” Your friend nods and runs in the direction of her home.

You run around, helping people find hiding spots before the pirates actually stepped foot into the village. However, it was too late. The rampaging stampede of pirates could be heard and soon you could see the pirates. They didn’t waste a second rummaging through things. People were crying and screaming for them to stop.

Your only goal was to stop this mayhem as soon as possible without any of the villagers getting hurt. You turn your head, spotting a child on the ground. Trying to pick up their toy. The child didn’t notice the pirate sneaking up on them. Without a second thought, you run towards the child ready to pick them up and get them to a hiding spot. However, as soon as you reached the child, you felt a sickening blow against your back.

A pained gasp leaves your lips as you fall to the ground, blood immediately filling your vision. The sounds of screams and cries slowly start to get quieter and quieter. And you wonder why. It started to make sense as you started to feel lightheaded, and your vision slowly starts to fade. The only thing that could fall out of your mouth were the whispers of your beloved’s name.

Mihawk could feel something slightly shift in his pocket. Before even reaching into his pocket to check, he could feel that something was wrong. His instincts were right as he pulls out the vivre card with your name on it.

The paper was halfway gone. It was slowly burning away. Only meaning one thing. You were slowly dying. Without wasting another second, he disappears from the room. Not giving a single explanation to anyone in the room.

He knew exactly what island you were on, and he hated that he couldn’t get to you quick enough. It took him half a day to get to the island. Mihawk is a man on a mission, and nothing will stop him. And I mean nothing.

So, it was only natural that it didn’t take long to find you.

He was a bit surprised at what happened to the island. He knew it was a very safe island, mainly because everyone knew not to commit any heinous crimes on the island. Because if his dear partner got injured on that island, then there would be hell to pay.

It was quick for him to come up with the solution that the village was raided, and he asked around about these pirates. He would have to pay them a visit later.

When he’s shown to the infirmary, where you lay unconscious, it was like time stopped for him. There was barely any life in you. You looked peaceful though. There were machines hooked up to you, most likely keeping you alive, he concludes.

A doctor enters the room, momentarily surprised by his presence. The doctor knew of him, and he knew that this wasn’t a good situation at all. The doctor continues to tell him how you helped the village during the attack.

Mihawk could only stare blankly at you as the doctor talks. It was like you to help people, but he really hates that you have to pay like this. You didn’t’ deserve this.

When the doctor leaves the room to give Mihawk some time, he looks at the vivre card again. The paper was still slowly ebbing away. His heart clenches at the sight. He really didn’t want to think about the fact he was about to lose you. But seeing the paper burn away was only a reminder that it was true, he was going to lose you. He couldn’t do anything but sit next to your side and hope for the best.

He pushes your hair from your forehead, placing a soft kiss on your cold forehead. “Please pull through for me darling.”

[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.

[lockes-woods]

Kinktober '24 Day 15

Request: Mihawk x afab Reader (you can choose if you want it be female or gn, I'm fine with both). And I thought bondage, dom Mihawk and sub reader with impact play and sir kink. I thought Mihawk could take readers first anal experience as they were to shy to do it before? If that works for you? If that's too much just say so. (ﾉ▽ﾉ)

Requested By: @nocturnalrorobin

WARNING: Anal Sex, Oral (F! receiving), Tied Up, Spanking, Fingering, Sir Kink, Mirror Sex, Lingerie

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You took a deep breath giving yourself a final once over before you left the bathroom. If your timing was right your lover should be descending down to your captain’s quarters now. You touched up your hair before smiling in the mirror. You were wearing red wine-colored baby doll lingerie. The cups of the bra part and your panties were opaque, while the rest of the outfit was sheer. You felt pretty, which didn’t happen very often in your line of work. As captain, your duties easily outweighed the importance of how you looked or how you felt about your appearance. You normally exclusively wore trousers and a button-up shirt with boots; it was your set default uniform of sorts so that you could focus your attention on more important things. Tonight was different though, it was special, you were going to try anal sex for the first time. It was one of the few first you had left when it came to sex, and you couldn’t think of anyone you’d rather share it with than Mihawk.

You perched yourself on the edge of your made bed. A small whine escaped you as you could feel the butt plug inside of you shift with you as you sat down. You bit your bottom lip as you impatiently waited for your love to arrive. You gave a cursory glance behind you to make sure everything was in place. The lengths of ropes were laid out on the side of the bed, along with a gag, a blindfold, and some high-quality earplugs. You were excited to see which combination of items he would choose to use on you. While there was a world where he used all of the items, it was not very likely.

Your attention snapped back to the door to your cabin as you heard the worn wooden flooring protest against the weight of the person on the other side. Despite knowing he was coming and having this whole scenario planned out you still felt like a deer in the headlights when he opened the door and firmly slammed it shut behind him, his gaze never leaving yours. He reached behind him to click the lock into place, before advancing towards you. You had to crane your neck back to maintain eye contact with his lovely gold eyes.  

“My what a pretty little package I have to unwrap,” he said breaking the silence as he gently cupped your face, stroking your jawline with his thumb.

“You did all this for me?” he asked, looking past you to your setup.

“Mhm, Always,” you hummed, unable to look away from his loving gaze. His lips quirked into a small smile before he bent down and settles on his knees between your legs and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. It was a languid and unrushed kiss. You could tell from his composure that he’d be taking his time with you tonight. He ran up and down your thighs with his calloused hands, you whined as he pulled back.

“As lovely as this is,” he started twirling the edge of your garment with his skilled fingers, “I’d love to see your bare. Is that alright with you love?”

“Please,” you whine. Mihawk smirked up at you, he quickly undid the latch between your breasts, before skimming his hands down your sides. Your top slipped off of you as you lifted your hips for Mihawk.  He hooked his thumbs around your panties, skillfully tugging them down.

“Perfect,” Mihawk sighed contently, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. He gently pressed on your inner knees to encourage you to spread out for him.

“Good girl,” he praised as the jewel on your butt plug came into view. With gentle hands he slowly eased the plug out, earning a sharp inhale from you once the last bit of the plug was outside of you.

“Everything alright?” he asked, only making you shiver as his hot breath stimulated your clit.

“Fuck, yes Sir~” you moaned as he circled your asshole absentmindedly with his right hand. He began to finger you to check how well you had prepped yourself earlier. He let out a satisfied hum, as he slipped the butt plug back in you. You could only whine as you felt the circle of muscles there stretch around its bulbous tip before, before it settled back inside of you. Mihawk then pressed up on your thighs, pulling you into another kiss he dominated. He gently pushed your shoulder back, until you were lying down. He broke the kiss as he fell back into his position between your thighs. You could feel the tickle of his facial hair as he began to kiss up your thighs, getting closer, and closer to your pussy.

“Sir?” you asked, “What are you-”

“While you’re prepped well, you’re still too tense,” Mihawk answered, “I’m going to make you cum and then check back,”

“Oh, O-Okay,” you respond, you can feel your face heat up as you feel Mihawk’s breath return to your pussy. While it wasn’t unheard of for Mihawk to eat you out, it was rare. He was more likely to only finger you when he was prepping your cunt for his cock.

“Fuck,” you moan as he licks a clean strip from your pussy up to your clit as he began to finger you with his left hand. You panted as his lips sealed around your clit. You knew it was over for you when he began to find a quick tempo while still curling his fingers against your front wall.

“F-Fuck, Sir, fuck, Sir please~” You moaned, on the cusp of your orgasm.

“Go ahead love, cum,” he encouraged, before going back to your clit. You shuddered, before clenching down hard on his fingers. Your thigh slammed against either side of his head, trying to keep him as close as you could to your cunt on a primal level. Your legs shook, as you came hard on his fingers and tongue. You fell limp against the bed as you came down from your high. Mihawk slowly eased his fingers out of your pussy before he once again pulled at the butt plug with his other hand. He hummed to himself now satisfied, as he placed the toy to the side.

“How are you doing love?” he asked as he crawled up onto the bed, hovering over your body.

“Okay,” you nodded, still a bit spacy from your orgasm. He quirked a small smile as he gazed down at you lovingly.

“Are you still okay to continue?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face with the back of his hand.

“Yeah,” you nodded, mind beginning to clear.

“Okay, I’m going to begin trying you up darling,” Mihawk said, pressing a kiss to your brow. Mihawk slid off of you before he began to pull apart and unwind the red rope to your left. Once he was satisfied, he helped you into position. You were bent chest to the bed, the tops of your thighs pressed flush with your stomach, with your ass up in the air. Mihawk bean to artfully wind and tie the rope around your body. He entered an almost meditative state as he advanced his design. Once satisfied he pressed a kiss to the base of your spine, before slinking off the bed. You crinkle your brow with confusion, before realizing he’s moving your mirror so that it leans up against the door, directly in front of you. Your eyes widened, as you took in your restrained self. While the rope work was lovely, you’d never seen yourself in more of a submissive position. You were completely prone and at Mihawk’s disposal. You clenched around nothing as you had the realization of how you were at his mercy.

��You could only hear the noise of him disrobing, as he stood out of both your and the mirror’s sight. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him as reappeared nude behind you.

“Ready love?” he asked, pouring a generous amount of lube on his member and your asshole. You could only whine in response, as he lightly pressed the tip of his cock against your hole. Your eyes widened as he laid down a harsh smack to your ass. Your head jerked upward.

“Darling, I know you’re excited, but I want verbal responses. If you fail to do that, I’ll have to stop. Is that understood?” he asked

“Fuck, Yes Sir.” You said firmly.

“Good,” he praised as he began to shallowly thrust in and out. He fucked a bit more of his cock in your tight hole with each stroke. He moaned loud and unabashed the deeper he got. You both shared a groan as he bottomed out.

“Still doing okay love?” he asked, panting above you staying flush against you to give you more time to accumulate.

“F-Fuck, please Sir,” you begged, making eye contact through the mirror.

“Please, what?” he asked, holding eye contact. His small smirk was ever present on his face.

“Please fuck me,” You whined, desperation clear in your eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite hear you love,” he responded cheekily.

“Fuck-Oh!” you yell as he suddenly started to thrust into you with a demanding rhythm.

“Fuck. Is that what you want baby? You want to cum on Sir’s cock?” he teased, the pace never relenting. You couldn’t help but moan as you were stuck tied up at his mercy. You were close, so fucking close. Mihawk could feel you getting tighter and tighter as you milked his cock.

“Go ahead darling, you earned it.” He moaned, “Such a good girl.”

You seized up the second he gave you permission, moaning shamelessly as he continued to fuck you. You were on the verge of overstimulation until he grabbed your hips in a bruising grip and thrusted into you shooting ropes of cum within you. You panted heavily as you came down. All you could see was the image of your fucked out expression looking back at you. Mihawk immediately started to untie you the second he came down from his high, placing gentle kisses below where each knot rested. He whipped up your excess wetness, before getting you to bed. You snuggled into his chest as he held you, chin resting on the crown of your head.

"I love you," you sigh, contently. 

"I love you too darling," he said pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

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MASTERLIST

A/N: K I'm about a day and 1/2 behind currently, but I'm hoping to catch up soon. Thanks for taking the time to read ^-^ Stay tuned for Jealous! Shanks x AFAB! Reader (hopefully out later today).

[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

[hiddenlife-manager]

Mihawk x Fem Reader implied

Extra: Blowjob, oral, hickies, basic, passionate, slight orgasm denial, slight harshness, reader being a tease, desperate, cum shot, hehe

Authors Note: HAPPY NEW YEARS!! So I think this means I’ll be out of hiatus officially for the time being. Love you all and have an amazing year hopefully I do too!

"At last, alone for once." Your lips slightly parted alcohol smoothly going down your throat. Your lover rested beside you a book in one hand and his wine glass in the other. You on the other hand had the wine glass in one and your other arm wrapped around your lovers reading arm. His chest was bare no shirt and all he had on below him was his trousers.

"Truly a blissful night." He responded his voice elegant as always. You placed your glass of wine on your nightstand letting go of your lovers arm. Your body crawled on top of his figure his hand placing the glass of wine down at the nightstand beside his side. Her he kept his book opened his eyes reading the page carefully. Your lips worked around his collarbone, kissing his neck, and chest, slowly yet passionately. Your hands grabbed at his neck while your lips kissed and sucked at his shoulders. Your body raised and kisses his lips his book still up as his lips engulfed yours. Your hands held his head up while you kissed him looking down.

"Can I?" You parted from his lips and he hummed permitting you to do what you wish. You lower your body down leaving a trail of kisses from his chest down to his lower torso. There your face comes face to face with his trousers. A buldge clear as day, he was hard and he needed release.

Your hands gripped them pulling them down to release the tan pretty cock. There you heard a hiss from your lover. Your hands reached for the erect cock. There your mouth let out some spit on his tip using your hands to lather his cock with your saliva. Your hands slowly pumped up and down, his veins popping out around his pretty cock. Your mouth watered at the idea of having his cock in your mouth. With two last pump you couldn't help but place your mouth on his throbbing cock.

Your mouth struggled to put him in you all the way being only 1/3 down his cock. No matter how many times you sucked him off you struggled to put him fully down your throat. He kept his eyes glued on his book while you started to put him in more. Your head went down lower a small gag leaving you. Once he was fully down your throat you could feel your cunt leaking from only having him in your mouth.

There you bobbed your head up and down at a slow pace your hands pumping him whenever you lifted your head. There grunts started to be heard from him. Your lips wrapped nicely around his cock as if it belonged to be on it. Your head bobbed up and down faster finally getting the pace right. You kept going at it his balls holding a pool of your saliva that left your mouth. Moans left your mouth vibrating his cock slightly causing the man to slam his book shut.

"Fuck, I-Im." You lifted your head from his cock drool dripping down your chin.

"Not yet Mihawk." You went back down to his cock and licked at his twitching cock. From his balls you licked up to the top swirling your tongue on his tip. There you felt Mihawk move his body and your head suddenly were slammed down his cock. There you took the hint to go faster. Bobbing your head up nd down faster than before you felt his hand gripping your head tightly any time you slowed down he slammed your head down his cock causing you to gag. You felt his cock twitch one last time and could taste the salty yet sweet cum. He continued to pump cum down your throat till you pulled out.

He continued to spurt out, some of it hitting your face making it slowly drip down your face. There Mihawk pulled your head towards him and his mouth kissed your cum full mouth.

[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.

[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”.

[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.