#insane!!! mihawk is insane!!!!

[franeridan]

reading volume 105 and I had forgotten we actually got mihawk's bounty and on page acknowledgement that he's a better swordsman than shanks??? they have half a billion difference in bounty mihawk's is still over half a billion above luffy's this is absolutely fantastic to me for many many reasons but especially because by god zoro seriously fought him ten volumes in. he really tried to fight someone with three times king's bounty with only one named sword and three weeks of experience as a pirate. he actually left his village at age sixteen specifically looking for him and went up to him at age nineteen convinced he was gonna win. and he had the guts to complain about mihawk using the butter knife to fight him too how is he alive he's so lucky mihawk felt like adopting that day

[cloudzoro]

Titles they like to use in bed - one piece

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smut, minors dni

fem!reader

masterlist

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Sir/Ma'am/Miss

It makes them feel in control but not like they have too much power over you. A simple “Yes, Sir/Ma'am” from you before following an instruction has them ready to tear you apart and put you back together again. You're so well mannered and such a good girl, they'll do anything you ask of them if you throw a “Please Sir/Ma'am” at the end.

- Mihawk, Crocodile, Robin, Sabo, Tashigi

Baby

They love when you take the reins, they love hearing “Does that feel good baby?” as you work your fingers inside them, and they love hearing you coo about how pretty your baby is after they cum. The simple and affectionate term stirs a warmth inside them that they can't compare to anything else.

- Sanji, Nami, Ace, Buggy

Captain

At first, they think you're poking fun at their title/questioning their authority. You're a brat, a teasing “C'mon Captain” falling from your lips as you whisper how horny you are to them right out on the deck. However when they're fucking you so deep, just like you begged them too, and you moan out the title it ignites the possessive streak within them. They are your captain and you belong to them and no one else.

Law, Shanks, Kidd

Daddy/Mommy

When the name first falls from your lips, their whole demeanour changes. The way you cling to them as you whine about how close you are and then slip out a high pitched “Please daddy/mommy” has their hips snapping into you with purpose. They press tender kisses all over your skin promising that they'll take good care of you.

Smoker, Reiju, Hina

Their name

Plain and simple. They don't need to hear anything else. It strikes a possessiveness in them that even you're slightly unnerved by. They'll do anything just to hear their name from those pretty lips. Every time you moan out their name when they're fucking you so good they tell you to do it louder so that everyone else is the surrounding area knows exactly who's making you feel that good.

Zoro, Jinbe, ZORO, Ace, Have I mentioned Zoro yet?, Buggy, zoro

[treibholz-des-universums]

old cringefail pirates (+Zoro) as tweets Part 4

more incorrect one piece

[tetzoro]

☽◯☾ - CAT AND MOUSE

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : Mihawk has returned from his latest mission but nothing sets his adrenaline off more than chasing you around the Manor. Better start running now.

꒰ content ꒱ : MDNI. mihawk x reader ; predator/prey elements, implied yandere mihawk, unprotected sex, minimal prep, use of pet names (love, little pet, darling, dear), slight choking, brief mention of overstimulation, creampie : WC — 2.2k

⭑ 𓂃 ꒰ Waxing Gibbous ! ꒱- Kinktober Masterlist

The manor at night was a labyrinth, each turn taking you further and further away from any of the exits. The hallways seemed to stretch longer, the floorboards creaking under your feet as you ran through the desolate hallway.

The dimming candlelight you were holding was doing nothing to help, only illuminating the space a few feet out in front of you. Who’s to say what was lurking in the darkest spots, watching your every move and more than ready to pounce on you.

And you knew he was somewhere.

The man who owned this house had come back from his latest mission to find you reading in his library, curled up like a docile housecat as you blissfully sifted through the pages of the book that held your attention. The attention that should’ve been on him.

Now you were racing through the halls, the sound of your nightgown swishing in time with your frantic pace that couldn’t compare to the sound thumping in your chest, blood rushing through your ears.

You round the corner, and land against something solid, the candle tray you were holding loudly clatters to the floor as you’re roughly pinned up against the wall with a shrill squeak.

“Hello my dear.” Mihawk purrs, his impermeable grip locks you in place so you could hardly move. “You didn’t really think you could escape me, could you?”

“Mihawk—“ You gasp out, a sound which he consumes swiftly, crashing his lips against yours. 

The kiss left you powerless, a divine hunger that has him feasting on you, determined to taste every inch of your mouth. A mix of teeth and tongue that churns your head dizzy, spinning uncontrollably as you part your lips and allow him access to all of his desires.

And he wastes no time, enclosed fists bunching up your nightgown until you hear the distinct rip of fabric in his rush. A shudder runs down his spine as he comes into contact with your bare cunt, gliding his lithe fingers over your slick folds.

“Such a naughty little thing.” He coos down at you, his voice dripping with a chilly condescension that has the hair on your skin rising heavenward. “Leaving yourself ripe for the taking like this. You’re lucky it was me that found you, otherwise I would've killed anyone who dared try it.”

You helplessly whine and squirm, knowing that when he was in a mood like this, you wouldn’t put it past him.

“Just for you-“ You meekly manage to offer out just as two of his fingers bury themselves in you, mercifully preparing you for the real thing.

“Oh darling, of course it is.” Mihawk's gaze sets onto yours, the dwindling candlelight catching the almost voracious intent in his gilded eyes — the eyes of a predator who was about to feast upon the spoils of its prey. “Because you’re mine.”

His fingers swiftly slip out of you and you whimper at the loss, your bottom lip jutting out as he starts to unbutton his breeches. There’s a small shift in his expression, his gaze softening ever so slightly by the crinkle of his eyes as he takes in your pitiful pout. But his hunger prevailed, the canines of his teeth pulling against your lip and dragging it out before releasing it. A warning nip that told you he wasn’t in the mood to cater to your every whim. 

The truth is, he needed you right now. He longed for you to remind him that the world isn’t as cruel as he just experienced it. All the fighting and the bloodshed swirls around his brain and he so desperately wants to cling onto something else, something good, something like you.

The love of his life who indulges his every whim; that lets him hunt you down and take you as he pleases whenever the adrenaline kicks in and he has to burn it off somehow. For someone so cool and collected, you had a nasty little habit of bringing out this side of him. It only fueled his frustrating desires and fed into the primal need to fuck you as soon as he caught you between his hungry jaws.

“Please.” You breathe out, clinging onto him. Mihawk doesn’t wait another second before bullying his cock into you. The stretch was always a lot to take whenever there was minimal prep but he never gave you any time to dwell on it.

His lips found purchase in your neck, sucking and biting away as he bottomed out to hide his own sounds of pleasure. Your mewls were heaven to his ears, basking in the way your angelic cry of his name has him growing impossibly harder. 

There was no way he’d ever want to let you go, not something as good and pure as you were. After so many years of solitude and isolation, the world has provided him a gift he wouldn’t intend on wasting, squeezing  every bit of bliss out of it just to return it tenfold.

The distinct sensation of his beard rubs against your collarbone before Mihawk buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like it was the salvation he had been searching for all this time.

“Absolutely marvelous.” He murmurs, before showing you no mercy. A skilled fighter who never pulled a punch was now unleashing his vicious attacks on your poor cunt. A haze washes over him like it does every time he returns back to you, a primal entity taking hold of his soul as he devours you inch by inch. “You were created for me to claim, to corrupt. Isn’t that right, my dear?”

“Yes.” The mewl bursts from deep within your chest, pleasure coursing through your veins as he begins to rut into you with a possessive desire — fingers clawing into your hips, clinging onto every inch of your divine body.

“Little vixen.” He pants, ragged with need. the dagger that lays on his chest begins to slap against his skin, the cool metal brushing along yours for a fleeting moment. “I don't think I ruined you enough before I left.”

Mihawk hastily spins you around, pushing you against the wall and getting drunk off of the surprise gasp you unleash. You can barely hold yourself up, hands meekly grabbing onto the slots within the stone. but nothing would ground you, the force of his thrusts caused the paintings that hung there to rattle, threatening to fall as he sped up.

“I won't be making that mistake tonight.” Mihawk bites your shoulder, the pinch of his teeth sinking into your skin before his tongue glides over it.

There's no stopping the cries that slip past your lips, letting one of the strongest men take what he needs from you, losing himself into a frenzied madness.

“M-mihawk—“ You pathetically call out, your vision blurring as you feel yourself growing closer to the edge you’re being forcibly thrown off of. 

“Yes? Use your words.” Mihawk presses himself deeper into you, the heat of his desire surrounding you and clouding your mind.

“A-ah! I’m—“ You try to warn him how close you are but he gives you a raspy chuckle. He could always read you like a book, hanging off of your each and every word, knowing exactly how to fill in the blanks.

“Oh I know you’re close. I can feel how tight you’re getting, how your legs tremble with need. You’ve always been a desperate little thing.” He growls gripping onto your hip. “I almost want to give you mercy but you’re not going to finish until I tell you. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes!” You wail out, trying to keep yourself from tumbling over the edge, knowing better than to go against his wishes. He'd only take away your release, not giving you another drop of bliss until he deemed fit.

“Good, that’s my good little pet.” The praise only worsens things — and he knows it. He continues to relentlessly drive into you, the feel of his pulsing cock keeping you split open as he takes everything you give him.

Mihawk grips the front of your throat, using it to pull you back so your head rests on his strong shoulder and causes your back to arch into him. With a slight pressure, he squeezes the area near your panicked pulse, breathing against your ear.

“Poor thing.” You drink up his voice like a shot of spiced rum, letting it burn all the way down your throat and already parched for more. “You’re practically shaking. Do you want to come?”

“Yes! Mihawk, please, I need—“

“Then come.” 

The order leaves you locked up in his embrace, the only place you truly belong. Caged by your desire and his obsession, you let go as your legs finally give out under the weight of your ecstasy. Mihawk collects you in his arms, his fingers dancing along your clit as you ride out your euphoric high.

A mantra of gratitude flows past your lips as you lean on him, entirely dependent on him.

“That’s it, surrender to me.” If you weren’t so gone, you’d be able to hear how wrecked he sounded, impossibly close to his own release. “Your pleasure belongs to me, you belong to me. you’re mine.”

One last forceful snap of his hips and the strongest swordsman in the world spills into you, fingers clawing into you as he unloads everything he’s pent up and saved just for you.

The same hands that have spent the last week doing the most unspeakable things now gently caress your back with a gracefulness forged from his deep admiration for you. Mihawk lifts you up, safely cradling you in his arms as he takes you back to your shared bedroom.

The room that felt so dark and disturbed in his absence breathes in a new life as the moonlight filters throughout it, casting everything in a heavenly glow as you properly reunite with your lover.

Mihawk doesn’t waste another moment as he lays you down in the bed, slipping himself back into you as he peppers your body with kisses. The pace he sets is slow, letting the slight bite of overstimulation roll over into a new path of pleasure, your body beginning to crave his once again.

You’re not sure how much time passes as he stays nestled in your cunt, murmuring the softest of praises with his deep, raspy voice. The man had come to claim you in a rapture that left you breathless, patiently waiting for you to return back down to him before resuming his conquest.

The sporadic fluttering of your walls gives him the go ahead, your head lifting up ever so slightly upon the plush, silk pillows that adorned your shared bed. A brief moment of silent communication, eyes expressing far more than words could ever say as the two of you were linked by the harmonious beat of your hearts.

Mihawk slowly rears his hips back, agonizingly so as his length leaves your cunt, feeling a sense of emptiness and need before he abruptly snaps them forward, once, twice, thrice. Each time burying himself deeper into you, his cock nudging its way in until he’s fully bottomed out. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the Warlord of the Sea had come to steal away all the oxygen you held in your lungs, the blood that ran through your veins, every single thought that’s ever crossed your mind.

He had you in his clutches. Mind, body, and soul.

Luckily, it went both ways.

“My love.” He gasps out, towering over you as you sink deeper into the mattress. Beads of sweat trail down his face, his necklace dangling before you. His fingers curl around your chin, moving you so your attention falls back to his mesmerizing eyes. “Are you still with me?”

You give a delirious nod. The earlier round had been much more heated, no room to stop as he took you against the walls. But now, back in the sanctuary of your shared bedroom, he melts into you.

“‘m here.” You slur, drowsiness starting to seep into you. But you didn’t want to stop, you couldn’t — not until he was satisfied. Your fingers trail along his face, twirling the slightly overgrown beard between your fingers. “And you need to shave.”

Mihawk laughs lowly, his cock twitching in you at the sudden sweet domesticity. He truly had been away from home for too long and missed your tender and caring nature.“Let’s worry about that after, hmm?” He leans down to kiss your neck, slowly. Taking his time as his lips press along your skin, leaving little marks as he goes. “I'm far from being done with you.”

tags : @thesunxwentblack @autumnstuffs @bontensh0e

[storja-historja]

Its been 5 days since i finished watching opla.... i still dont know much abt them.....

[kacievvbbbb]

I like to think that Mihawk and his boat are the living embodiment of Jack Sparrow’s broken compass. He just sets out to sea and ends up where he wants to go. He doesn’t crack open a map or a log pose once and therefore travels the most insane routes imaginable and arrives exactly on time, this drives the navigator of the Red Hair pirates and the marines assigned to tracking his movements visibly insane with jealousy.

The marines assigned to Mihawk trying to report his movements to Sengoku.

[beaulesbian]

One Piece ep. 24

It's still too early for you to die. My name is Dracule Mihawk! Learn about yourself! Learn about the world! And become strong! No matter how many years it takes, I will hold this seat of the strongest and wait for you. Surpass this sword! Try to surpass me! Roronoa Zoro!

One Piece: Live Action ep. 5

Roronoa Zoro, it's too soon for you to die. Grow strong and come find me. I'll be waiting.

[ratsiclesss]

like one night ago i watched the new one piece episode and felt so old crazy men yaoi pilled that i deliriously drew this idk if it's really worth posting so i might delete later

[eriochromatic]

BACK ON TUMBLR FOR ONE PIECE BRAINROT

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

SURPRIZE, SHIT HEADS!!1

Redraw for a comic con panel [ for a friend. ]

Also have some fun color options

Aaaand Doffy wanted to be included

[manofbeskar]

i’m so obsessed with mishanks because they’re so opposite and will fight and divorce, but there’s nobody they know better than each other. they are yin and yang. they share a birthday. shanks is probably the only person who can convince mihawk to party spontaneously because he knows shanks enjoys it. mihawk is probably the only person shanks would set aside his pacifism for to fight because he knows mihawk enjoys it. red hair and black hair, black coats and capes that are red inside.

i’m also obsessed with how mihawk, someone so isolationist and cold, loves shanks. if he sees shanks on the opposite side of a war, he is no longer in that war. in fact, the rest of you should quit, too. i don’t remember the face of every insect i crush, but i remember the name of the little boy he told me about once a decade ago. he’s a pacifist but i make the trip to duel him every single day because i know he’ll humour me. i don’t try to lay a mark on him because i want to come back tomorrow—he doesn’t try to lay a mark on me because he wants me to come back tomorrow. i will cross the grand line with a poster of this kid if it will make him smile. yes, he would have seen this anyway, but i want to see him smile. in fact, i’ll just keep staying out of this kid’s way because that’s what shanks wants. i have been looking for someone who excites me more than him, and i have failed. there is nobody who excites me more than him. i have his vivre card so i always know where to find him; he will welcome me if i arrive; he will invite me to drink horrible ale from his cup and i will accept because he likes ale and it tastes like him; if i am ever without a home, i tear a corner of his vivre card and know that home is there.

don’t even fucking talk to me about the way shanks loves mihawk. openly passionate and unashamedly loving shanks. yes i know mihawk is not that kind of guy and that’s ok. i can be affectionate for the both of us. if he ever decides he doesn’t want to be alone, i will be there with a shitty drink. it’s not red wine but i know he’ll drink it anyway because it’s my cup. i hate fighting but if he enjoys it, then i’ll entertain him. at least i get to spend time with him every day. i think i’ve told him everything about myself by now; he still remembers the name of that kid i saved a decade ago; he remembers which of my hands was my dominant one; he remembers all my favourite spots. i gave him my vivre card because i know he’d never use it to harm me; i know if he arrives that our fight will be fun; i know if he arrives that he is looking for me. if he is looking for me, i will welcome him home. is he a moody guy who could lighten up every once in a while? sure. i’d love to see him smile more; i know he likes seeing me smile—he came all this way to bring me the poster of a boy i mentioned to him once a decade ago. he is cold and i know he loves me, because we’ve been divorced and he crossed the grand line to see me because he saw my hat. he doesn’t need to tell me he loves me because he wouldn’t make all that effort for a poster if he didn’t.

mishanks is so!!! i think you’re the most insufferable person ever but you’re so fucking exciting. you’re nothing like me but there’s nobody i know better. i don’t understand you but i love the way you think. i hate this thing you did a week ago and i’m divorcing you for it, but if you showed up right now, i’d forgive you. it was stupid anyway. even if we’re fighting, please look for me if you need me. i’ll welcome you. it was stupid anyway. we can go a few months, even years, without meeting, but if i see something that reminds me of you, i have to come see you. i haven’t seen you in a year. i think about you on our birthday. there’s nobody i understand and misunderstand more. i wish you told me you loved me more often. i wish you gave me more space. we fought every single day but i had no desire to defeat you. i am happy to be your equal. it was stupid anyway. come home. i’ll be here.

[kookoofufu]

Thoughts?

[treibholz-des-universums]

old cringefail pirates as tweets part 11

more incorrect one piece

[pocketwei]

digging through files again

[s0lemnhypn0s]

(Crocodile genderbenders DNI)

fuck it im posting them. crochawk real and canon.

(Btw Mihawk Making Crocodile smile. if you care)

[kacievvbbbb]

Shanks trying to explain to people that Mihawk is actually hilarious and cracks a lot of little sarcastic jokes and his crews just like sure boss we believe you

Shanks growing desperate and frantic trying to explain that Mihawk can actually be really fun and is very sporadic a lot of the time and is the literal embodiment of “do it for the plot 🤷🏿‍♀️”and the crew’s just like captain’s really whipped ain’t he. Hawkeyes’ really got your number boss.

All the while Mihawk watches on eyes alight with joy only Shanks can see. This was all part of his plan