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al9ayf · 2 years ago

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Hiiii

I wanted to ask if you can write a scenario where Mihawk accidentally ate an aphrodisiac pleasee🙏🙏🙏

so sorry this took a while i had writer’s block for a little but i really loved how this turned out (went overboard a little too tbh 😭) ty for the request ❤️

ᥫ᭡ 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 | dracule mihawk x f!reader

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｡˚ content warning(s) :: general nsfw

the silence of the castle messed with you.

it felt abandoned most of the time. it was so quiet and dead, you took to spending time with perona who was very hard to get along with. but she deemed you cute enough to be around her, so you both tolerated each other. and you only were around her because mihawk was too busy training zoro. it was better than being alone though.

that night was the same as every other night for the past few months. you were with perona in her bedroom, painting your nails with her as you both talked about anything and everything that crossed your minds. it was fun to be sitting there on her bed, laughing and talking shit. you came to appreciate her now and then, and even considered her to be a sister (one that is greatly annoying at times).

when you finished your nails, you placed the nail polish on the nightstand and got up. you walked over to the window to look out into the clearing. zoro and mihawk were training, as usual. you could barely see their silhouettes, but it was a full moon so your eyes adjusted to the glowing moonlight as you looked down upon them.

“they’re still out there?” asked perona, walking up behind you. you didn’t bother to turn and look at her.

“when are they not out there?” you asked.

“they’ve been at it for hours! he never gives that idiot a break, let alone a drink!” she walked away from you and laid back down on the bed. “i’m getting bored…”

you watched them for a few seconds longer before turning away. you didn’t know where your relationship stood with mihawk. you never did. you weren’t dating nor were you his wife, but it often felt like it. at first, you were just an occasional fuck here and there for the pirate captain. then as time went on, you became something more to each other. the relationship went from late-night sex to a constant want of being with each other all the time. that is until zoro arrived a few months ago, begging to be trained by mihawk. you never really were with each other again since. even perona took notice since she liked to tease you about it.

you didn’t like admitting to it, but you felt like a second thought to mihawk at this point. you only ever were with him when it was time for dinner, but that would mean zoro and perona were with you there as well.

you had to look back out the window to see if they were still out there. you needed to see him again, it’s been far too long. even a private conversation would be lovely. as you watched the two swordsmen come walking back to the castle, you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself.

“they’re back,” you said, turning around. you quickly exited perona’s room with her following behind you. you speed-walked to the stairs where you caught mihawk and zoro talking by the front door. you and perona listened in on their conversation (in which you had no interest). she didn’t know why she bothered participating with whatever was going on in your head, and you not even saying hello or even engaging in the conversation only made her even more bored.

she looked at you, then at the men, back at you. “well?” she asked.

you looked at perona, almost in confusion since you didn’t realize she had followed you. the look upset her, so she scoffed in your face and walked back to her room. you were only even more confused by how rude she suddenly became, but that was perona, so you didn’t think much of it. your attention returned to mihawk as soon as you heard the conversation ending. zoro walked up the stairs and you started walking down them. you greeted him as you walked past him, and he did the same.

you stopped at the last step and placed your hand on the railing. you didn’t say anything and neither did he. mihawk only came closer to you, and even though you were on the stairs, he was still taller than you. his red eyes that resembled fire looked deeply into yours, and for the first time in so long, you felt as if he cared about you again. but that feeling went away as soon as you heard zoro leave the immediate area, and mihawk finally spoke up.

“do you need something?” he asked, rolling his sleeves up. his voice was so deep, so soothing. you haven’t talked much, so every time you heard his voice, it made you so happy. but then there was his tone; almost like he just wanted everything to be over with. almost like he forgot that you two were something.

you looked behind you just in case perona or zoro were nearby, then back at mihawk. “i was hoping that you were free for the rest of the evening. i’d like to spend some time together,” you walked down the last step and now stood directly in front of him. you moved your hands behind your back and held them, looking up at him ever so slightly, and pushed your chest out a bit. you smiled just a little. at this point, you were hinting about going to the bedroom.

mihawk nodded as his stoic expression became a gentle one; a more vulnerable one. you leaned toward him, but he turned around and started heading down the hallway next to the stairs.

“bring the wine,” he said, leaving you standing at the stairs flustered again. you were annoyed at this point. you were deprived of sex and touch for so long it started to upset you more than you thought it would. you huffed and sighed, then begrudgingly headed to the wine cellar to grab some of the red wine he loved so much.

when you arrived, you looked at the racks of different types of wine. you didn’t bother looking for his favorite. you only grabbed a random one, as well as two glasses and a corkscrew, before leaving the cellar to join him in the lounge. you never enjoyed red wine. you only drank it with mihawk since you wanted to enjoy his interests too. but it now felt like a chore that you wouldn’t stop doing. not couldn’t, wouldn’t.

you opened the door to the lounge with your elbow and saw mihawk sitting in his favorite chair reading a newspaper. you started to shut the door with your back but closed it by raising your foot a little. now you two were alone, finally. you set the wine glasses on the table, along with the wine, and went to go open it up. mihawk set the newspaper down and looked at you trying to unscrew the bottle with the corkscrew.

“do you want me to do it?” he asked. you glanced at him, then quickly returned your focus to unscrewing the bottle. it came loose fast, and you set the screw down to pick up the wine and a glass.

“no need,” you said, smiling a little to yourself. you poured the wine into his cup and handed it to him before pouring one for yourself. you placed the wine on the side table by mihawk’s chair since he liked to have more than one cup, while you sat on the couch. the bottle’s label faced you, so as he sipped on his wine and read his newspaper, you took pleasure in reading the label. and the more you read, the more you realized how dumb you were in choosing the wine.

you had only taken a small sip, but you immediately set it down on the table so you wouldn’t drink it anymore. you looked at mihawk worriedly to tell him that the wine is not what it seems but then stopped yourself. your expression relaxed, and you leaned back into the couch. no, you weren’t going to tell him. you were going to wait until he finds out. you wanted to see how long the wine would take until he could start to feel its effects.

the wine you blindly chose was on the bottom rack by the door. it was put there for obvious reasons because it wasn’t your regular wine, but one for the bedroom. one to get the mood going, one to get horny on. to get in the mood, to feel good. to have a good time—a great time. one for sex. you looked back at your wine glass and decided to finish it. you didn’t want it to go to waste, even if you didn’t like it. as you drank it, mihawk set his newspaper down on the table, having finished reading the important news and not caring for anything else. he didn’t pay any mind to you as he went to go pour himself some more wine, even though he still had some wine left in his glass.

when he started to drink, he casually glanced at you to see that you had already finished yours. he set his glass down and looked at you with a raised brow. “i thought you didn’t like wine,” he said.

you leaned against the arm of the couch and rested your head on your hand. “i don’t,” you said, smiling. “but this one is nice. i like it.”

“it’s alright.”

you propped your elbow up on the arm and raised both brows. “really? doesn’t it taste different though?”

“is it supposed to taste different?”

you moved your arm away and shrugged your shoulders. “you’re the wine expert, you tell me.”

he stared at you for a moment longer before going back to his glass. you watched him drink it; watching as his throat gulped down the aphrodisiac-laced wine. you looked the other way and crossed your leg over the other. you sat silently, staring at a big painting as you waited for the drug to take its effect on you. you waited for around five minutes, and that is when you felt it. it was subtle at first, but when you squeezed your thighs together, it kicked in. you forced yourself to sit in a better position so you don’t yourself off by accident. you inhaled sharply when you thought about how good that felt. it felt better than usual.

you looked at mihawk, who was already looking at you, and you smiled at him again. “do you feel it?” you asked, standing up from the couch.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. you glanced at his wine glass, which was now empty, then back at him. you didn’t know if he was messing around or not. then you remembered: mihawk doesn’t play games. he’s brutally honest about anything. he didn’t know what you were talking about.

you walked up to him and placed your hands on either arm, trapping him in his chair. “ever since that swordsman arrived, you have not touched me,” you said. “every night, i prayed that you would come into my room and take me. that you’ll fuck me so hard that i would beg for you to stop...”

“y/n—“

you cut him off. “the wine answered my prayers,” you said, almost in a whisper. “look at it. look at what you’ve drunk.” you grabbed the wine and shoved it in his face. he read the label and then looked at you. you threw the bottle somewhere, letting it shatter against the wall and allowing its contents to spill on the tile floor.

mihawk pushed you away from him and stood up, but you moved back up to him and pressed your body up against his. you gripped his shirt and looked up at his mixed expression. you could tell he was feeling so many different emotions at the same time. “if you wanted me to have sex with you so badly, you didn’t have to do all this,” he said grabbing your shoulders.

“are you listening to yourself?” you asked. “you gave me no attention for months. i have tried so many times to get into bed with you, but you are so fucking blind by my advances.” you moved your hand down to his crotch and squeezed it gently, watching as his expression changed and he held back a moan.

“now do you feel it?” you whispered. “it makes everything so much better.”

mihawk grabbed your chin and forced you to look all the way up at him. he moved his head down, with his lips just hovering centimeters above yours. “and you wasted the whole bottle.”

“who cares?” you turned him around and shoved him onto the couch. you got on top of him and kissed him roughly. mihawk grabbed your waist and shoved you up against his body even further. the grind against his crotch was slow but good. it felt better than it should have, so you grabbed his shoulders and did it again. you moaned into the kiss and then pulled away.

“don’t do shit like this again,” mihawk said, guiding your hips. he was out of breath just by the dry humping. and the harder he got, the faster you went. you didn’t say anything since you were too busy moaning. he suddenly stopped you and pushed you off of him, getting on top of you instead.

“do you hear me?” he asked in a stern voice. you smirked up at him and gave him a long moment of silence before finally replying.

“yes, captain.”

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