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innerfare · 6 months ago

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Threesome Headcanons - Part 2

Summary: a random collection of threesome headcanons with a menagerie of characters; probably the filthiest thing I've ever written

Pairings (all x afab!reader): Ace and Marco, Marco and Shanks, Shanks and Beckman, Shanks and Mihawk, Mihawk and Crocodile, Crocodile and Buggy, Doflamingo and Corazon (Rosinante), Kid and a female marine, Kid and Killer, Smoker and Tashigi

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // threesomes (obviously), light bondage and whipping, lots of oral and penetrative sex, a bit of exhibitionism

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Marco asking for your help to initiate Ace as a division commander, Ace watching wide-eyed as Marco works you over, Ace amazed by how easily Marco bends you over and makes you cum, how pliant you are and willing to take Marco’s load. Ace almost cumming in his pants when Marco pulls out and tells you to treat the new division commander right, gritting his teeth and curling his toes as you ride his cock because he doesn’t want to cum too quickly with Marco watching. Marco biting back his grin because he can see the sweat rolling down Ace’s temple and chest, raising his eyebrows when Ace flips you over and fucks you into the mattress like that’s what you were made for, reporting back to the other division commanders that the new kid can fuck.

Marco saying, “if you insist,” when Shanks offers to share some of his crew’s finest tail after a few bottles of sake. Shanks calling you over, pulling you into his lap, reaching up your skirt to squeeze your ass, and saying in your ear (imagine his stubble on your cheek, omg) that Marco is a very special friend of the crew. Shanks grinning when you climb into Marco’s lap to give him the ride of his life, Shanks laughing when Marco twists you up like a pretzel because he’d rather be in control. Shanks fucking you from behind while you make eye contact with Marco, the red haired captain insisting you be a good girl and thank the First Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates for fucking you so good. Damn it, Marco’s hard again.

Beckman doesn’t share often, but when he does, it’s exclusively with Shanks. Shanks insisting Beckman’s cock is too big for you and ordering you to ride his face first. You trying your best to suck Beckman’s huge cock while Shanks tongues you but struggling to do anything with the captain working between your legs. Shanks finally relenting and allowing Beckman to skewer you on his cock, jerking himself off while he watches. Beckman starting slow because he’s well aware of his size and pounding into you by the end. You can’t even speaks by the time Shanks is fucking you. Shanks acting lazy the entire time but he’s calling all the shots.

Shanks making out with both you and Mihawk and then grinning when the two of you make out with each other. Mihawk allowing his more submissive side to show, laying back against the pillows to watch you and Shanks kiss. Mihawk and Shanks stroking each others’ cocks while you watch, the more dominant side you always knew was lurking beneath Shanks’ veneer of nonchalance rearing its head when it’s just the three of you. Shanks watching with a satisfied grin as you whip a bound Mihawk, coaxing you to suck on Mihawk's cock until you choke, and then cumming on your face.

Mihawk slowly growing suspicious that he’s not the only one fucking you. Mihawk finding hickeys on your neck, breasts, and inner thighs that he is certain are not from him. Mihawk noticing you’re sore even before he fucks you. Mihawk finding himself interested in the idea of a threesome when you admit Crocodile has been bending you over his desk every evening. Mihawk watching this occur one evening and finding his cock harder than it’s been in years. Mihawk watching it occur several more evenings in a row before deciding it’s time you take it to his bedroom, where you gag on Crocodile’s cock while Mihawk works all that pent up tension out of his system by fucking you good and hard.

Crocodile begrudgingly accepting your idea of allowing the clown to watch while he fucks you, but only if Buggy wears a gag. Buggy watching with wide eyes as Crocodile pulls out one of the biggest cocks he's ever seen and sweating because now he wants to get fucked by Crocodile, too, but isn’t sure the other man will agree. Crocodile putting you in reverse cowgirl and fucking up into you, finally agreeing to remove Buggy’s gag so the clown can go down on you (Crocodile really doesn't want to share, but you asked so nicely). You having the best orgasm of your life with Crocodile’s cock in your cunt and Buggy’s tongue on your clit. Buggy licking you clean after Crocodile cums inside you, enjoying it a little too much.

Doflamingo eager to show off his favorite pet, calling you in to his bedroom in the middle of the day and ordering you to strip down in front of his little brother. Doflamingo tying you up with his strings and putting you on display like a pretty trophy. Corazon stroking your cheek and holding your hand to comfort you while his older brother tortures you with a vibrator. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe.” Corazon pushing his cock into your tight hole to give you a bit of relief, you poor thing, and finding his brother was telling the truth about your cunt. Corazon cumming in record time, Doflamingo mounting you immediately after, the two of them switching off until the sun sets and the moon is high in the sky.

Kid sneaking into your marine base to fuck you, finding your roommate is still in the room when he gets there. He expects her to sound the alarm, but instead, he ends up fucking you both. You and your roommate were never attracted to each other before, but the pirate’s cock is like an aphrodisiac, one you’d probably be kicked out of the navy for indulging in but you just can’t help yourselves. Kid fucking you first since he was there for you, after all, and eating his cum out of you while he fucks your roommate.

Kid and Killer arguing over who gets to have you before realizing they both can if they just stop arguing for five minutes. Kid and Killer stripping you of your clothes and inspecting every inch of you, so very pleased with themselves. Kid lifting you off the ground and opening your legs with his big hands so Killer can see your exposed pussy, Killer holding you against his rigid chest and holding your legs open so Kid can bury his face in your cunt and ass, the two of them tag teaming you like a pair of feral animals, though stopping every few minutes to make sure you’re still doing alright because they know their cocks are massive (smug bastards). Afterward, Killer making you something to eat and Kid telling you that you did such a good job for them, the three of you might need to make it a more permanent arrangement.

Smoker puffing on his cigars while Tashigi shows you off (she’s so proud, she just had to show him your pussy). Smoker growing hard when you go down on Tashigi and palming himself through his pants as you and Tashigi rub your pussies together, finally putting out his cigars and kicking off his pants to climb into bed with the two of you, letting Tashigi suck his cock the way he taught her before he bottoms out inside of you, shushing you and telling you he’s going to train you up the way he did Tashigi.

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delayedstrawberry · 2 months ago

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Be My Ride This Christmas

Summary: You’ve decided to get your husband Dracule Mihawk a special costume for Christmas, one that doesn’t hide his assets all too well. Things get a little heated after he puts it on, and you two have fun with some icing before taking him for a ‘ride’.

Fandom: One Piece

Relationships: Dracule Mihawk x female reader

Chapters: 1/1

Warnings: Explicit, blowjob, vaginal sex, dirty talk and cream pie

Word count: 5059

Notes: Heyyy♡ This is a smutty one shot between Dracule Mihawk and you during christmas, and yes…I’m absolutely down bad for this man. I celebrate on the 24th which is why I'm posting this today :) Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you enjoy! I posted this on AO3 first - DelayedStrawberry.

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ Be My Ride This Christmas ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩

It’s a quiet and snowy night within the Kuragiana castle, your home is covered head to toe with Christmas decorations this year (as per your request, and much to Dracules’ annoyance). Although, despite your husbands’ initial grumbling words, he seems to have enjoyed the cosiness of the red and green colours covering each surface.

Shanks, Uta, Zoro and Perona left to go back home about 30 minutes ago, as they had come over to celebrate Christmas with you and Dracule for the first time, which went surprisingly well. Of course, it was a little loud due to Zoro and Shanks’ heavy drinking…but it was otherwise a cosy night with lighthearted humour and eating until everyone was at least double their weight. There were also a million presents exchanged, the six of you gathering on the couch and opening everything one by one.

Now that everyones’ gone, the house takes on a calm and intimate atmosphere. You sit sideways on Dracules lap as he sips his wine and which he occasionally brings up to your lips as well, he sat his ass down on his chair by the Christmas tree a while ago and hasn’t moved an inch. The lights have dimmed and the smell of gingerbread cookies still linger in the air, and the low glow of the fireplace gives your husbands’ usual strong features a soft contour.

You contently sigh and watch on as Dracules adams’ apple bobs up and down while he drinks.

“See, it wasn’t that bad.” You mutter softly as you tuck some of your husbands’ hair behind his ear.

“Hmph….You were right, my darling. Like always.” He responds in an equally soft tone, taking your hand and kissing your palm with a light smirk.

“My cold husband was even smiling.” You lightly chuckle.

Dracule gives a playful squeeze to your hand as he smiles affectionately.

“Well, it’s hard not to when I’m around my beautiful wife.”

“And with Shanks’ drunken babbling.” You mutter teasingly, making Dracule roll his eyes.

“I could live without that.” He says while nuzzling into your palm.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, seeing the hint of annoyance in Dracules’ eyes as he recalls the evening. You cup his cheek, feeling your husbands’ rough beard under your smooth fingers, you can’t help but lean forward and capture his lips in a soft kiss.

Both of your eyes flutter closed as you savor the taste of the other, your tongues tangling in a slow erotic dance. Cookies, wine, porridge and a hint of cinnamon in your wet mouths get shared between you two as you make out, making you want to devour him whole.

After a few more blissful moments, you pull out of the kiss. You could keep going for hours, but you have other things up your sleeve for the night.

“I have one more gift for you.”

Dracule opens his eyes, his gaze returning to yours.

“Ah…the one you told me I couldn’t open in front of the others?”

“Mhmm.” You respond with a small wicked smile, making him quirk his eyebrow slightly and his expression looking at you suspiciously.

You move to get off of his lap, and go to the christmas tree where a nicely wrapped package awaits by itself. Dracule tilts his head to the side and sets his wine down on the table, assessing the present with curious eyes as you grab it.

“Here, love.” You say as you walk back to him innocently, plopping it into his big hands.

Dracule looks up at you as you stand in front of him, your hand reaching out to play with his hair as he tries to figure out what you're up to.

“You’re acting strange…” He states faintly.

You can’t help but giggle at his questioning eyes.

“Go on...”

He huffs affectionately, and looks at you for a moment longer before his attention turns to the package in his hands.

Dracule begins to unwrap it, his slender pale hands working the bow with ease. The material falls to his lap and he gently peels the tape off, his eyes flickering up to yours every once in a while to observe your reactions.

Your husband finally draws back the paper, his eyes widening as his present is revealed.

“A reindeer costume…?” He furrows his brow slightly, looking through the fluffy material.

“Yeah, love. One you’re gonna wear.” You smirk lightly, your hands going to his shoulders as you lean down towards him.

“D-darli-”

“Be my ride this christmas, Dracule~” You whisper intimately into his ear, before pulling back to look at him.

His cheeks take on a light blush, and your husband swallows as he processes your little request.

“Well, when you put it like that…”

You smile in triumph, squeezing his shoulders.

“Perfect, go put it on while I…sort a few things.”

Dracule nods slowly and rises from his seat, before taking a shaky breath. Your husband walks to the nearby bathroom rather quickly, apparently he’s gotten quite eager from your little request.

Once he’s out of sight, you dart off to the kitchen, rummaging around for a moment before finding the right ingredients and supplies.

You chuckle to yourself as you begin the ‘preparations’, mixing powdered sugar and water in a bowel, then putting the contents into an icing bag and grabbing a tube of sprinkles.

Before he’s done dressing, you wander back to the living room. You wouldn’t miss Dracule coming out of the bathroom with his new attire. So you set your stuff on the table, and intently watch the door with anticipation.

A few minutes pass, and Dracule finally steps out of the restroom. Your eyes widen with captivation, and a tingling heat shoots right to your pussy with a throb.

Your husband looks at you, his cheeks a little flushed. The shirt is cut at the chest and tightly laces around his pecs, alongside exposing his muscular arms. Dracules’ big pecs are on full display as the material of the brown costume wraps around his figure, squishing them out to make his skin look more plump, his nipples hard and red. There’s a festive deep velvet choker around Dracules neck with a bell attached to it, softly tinkling with every step he takes. There’s a pair of reindeer antlers on his head, neatly tucked between his hair. And god…your eyes trail down his torso, every inch of his body can be seen through the thin fabric, doing nothing to hide his large cock. The material at his groin is also extremely narrow, his balls jammed tightly against him, while his dick stays pressed against his stomach, and a slim line of the fabric going right up the crack of his well padded ass. On his legs, thin black stockings rise to his mid thighs, allowing you to still see his thick veins popping out, and a pair of white frilly socks on his feet.

You swallow as your husband walks closer to you, watching as his toned and defined leg muscles flex, his hips swaying side to side confidently the moment he sees the heat rush to your face.

“I feel quite silly in this, darling.” Dracule muses softly.

You get snapped back to reality when he speaks, your face faltering slightly as you see him looking so damn hot.

“N-no…you look…”

He raises his eyebrows, coming to stand in front of you, reaching up and caressing your arms.

“I look…?

“Like a sexy reindeer.” You manage to breathe out.

This causes Dracule to huff out a chuckle, his hands on your arms tightening in amusement.

You need to get back to business, so you take a quick breath and put your hand on his chest to beckon him backwards towards his chair.

“Sit on your chair, sweetheart.” You mutter with a shaky voice, your eyes still trailing over his body.

Your husband quickly obeys you, sitting back down on the chair like earlier, intentionally spreading his lean thighs.

You swallow for a moment as you watch his thighs part like that.

“Good boy.” You speak a little forced, your eyes still taking him in, his cock throbbing against the fabric at the praise.

You clear your throat, trying to clear your mind instead of focusing on the fact that you want to immediately pounce on him.

“Relax, sweetheart…”

He looks up at you, his eyes flickering to the supplies as you pick them up.

“Darling?”

“You’ll know in a second.” You say with a smirk, walking over to Dracule and getting on your knees between his legs, and setting your things onto the floor for later.

Your husbands’ cheeks darken, his cock looking like it’s ready to pop out from behind the costumes’ material.

“A-alright…”

You start kissing his thighs, getting a soft moan out of him, his hand instinctively going to the back of your head while his other rests on his leg. You work your way up, your tongue coming out to lick a stripe up to his inner thighs, making him softly groan.

As you get further inwards, you stop and lift your head as your fingers tug on the fabric at his crotch.

“May I? Mr Reindeer?”

“Please…” He mutters hoarsely.

Smiling, you pull the material to the side, letting his dick spring out and his balls no longer being strangled. Dracule flutters his eyes as he sighs in relief.

“You’re so hard already~” You smirk, watching as his red tip throbs from the slight stimulation of the fabric getting pulled off.

“I got a little worked up in the bathroom.” Dracule admits, his breathing growing heavier.

“Ohh how naughty of you. What brung it on?” You softly giggle, your fingers tracing the skin at his base as you tease him.

He gasps, trying to keep his composure.

“Thinking about you taking me.”

You smile to yourself, before taking the icing bag and sprinkles in hand, putting the tube on the empty space of the chair between his thighs, and keeping the bag in your hand. Dracule looks on as you do this, his interest growing.

“This may be a bit cold, sweetheart.” You mischievously smile.

‘What do yo-”

Before he can say another word, he gasps loudly as you squeeze the icing onto his cock, his body tensing and face scrunching up, Dracules hand tightening in your hair.

“I’m preparing my snack, quite down.”

Alongside trying to sound demanding, you can’t help but let out an affectionate laugh at his reaction.

“Baby, it’s freezing!” Dracule whimpers in annoyance, but he can’t help but let out his own laugh.

Grinning to yourself, you watch as the white icing slides down his shaft, making your mouth water and your body fill with lust. Ignoring his small whimpers as it coats him beautifully.

“You’ll be okay, love. I’m just going to add one more topping.” You say as you put the icing bag down, and pick up the small tube of sprinkles.

Dracules’ face flushes deeper, knowing what you’re implying, his dick twitching.

You open the cap slowly, making sure he’s paying attention, and angle it over his groin.

With a few flicks of your wrist, the sprinkles fall onto the wet icing on his cock, sticking itself on nicely.

“Mmm…you look appetizing.” You mutter, hunger deep set in your eyes.

Dracule lets out a soft moan, tugging you closer to himself.

“Yeah? How about you give me a taste~” He breathlessly teases, his confident smirk coming through.

You smirk and set your supplies on the table beside the two of you, and lean closer to his groin.

“Of course, my dear. I need to pay for my ride, don’t I?”

He looks down at himself with a smirk, before looking at you again and speaking teasingly.

“Damn right you do, I’m not free.”

You can’t help but giggle at his tease, your cheeks flushing as you lean in further.

Without wasting another moment, you press a soft kiss against his tip, getting a sharp inhale out of your husband. You feel like teasing him a little, so you lick up his length, collecting icing alongside sprinkles on the way, and opening your mouth for him to see the sweet mixture.

“Baby…” He weakly moans, the hand at the back of your head tightening further, while his cheeks grow redder.

You softly grin before wrapping your lips around the head, gently sucking, the intense sweetness taking over your senses.

He softly groans, his head falling back a bit.

Taking that as a sign to go further, you take in more of his cock, slowly bobbing your head up and down.

“F-fuck…y/n…” Dracule softly moans, his eyes on your mouth as his big treat slides in and out of you.

Your hand wraps around his base, making sure it doesn’t slip out, and you take him in deeper. And you can feel the heat in your pussy start to grow.

“O-oh god…” He moans, his eyes fluttering. The added sensations of the icing and sprinkles sending shivers down his spine.

Soft moans begin to escape your throat, the taste of Dracules’ cum mixed in with the icing is beyond heavenly. So you can’t help but bob your head a little quicker, taking him deeper.

Dracules’ breathing gets heavier, and his hand clenches your hair further. All he can do is let out moans and soft groans, his body feeling thick with heat.

“Please…faster, y/n.” He breathes out desperately.

You obey his request, bobbing your head up and down quicker, listening as his breath hitches. It’s getting quite messy now, the icing covering your lips and dripping down your chin…and the sound of the blowjob more sloppy sounding than usual. All of these combined are making you extremely wet, your panties already soaked through.

The glaze has slithered its way down to your husbands balls, making them shiny and sticky, the chair about to become the next victim.

“Yeah, just like that…good girl.” Dracule moans, his back slightly arching.

The continuation of your bobbing head sends Dracules mind into a haze, his moans becoming louder and more needy, his praise making you more turned on. You realise that the icing has started to drip onto his chair, but you don't slow down, instead you speed up. It’s also started to cover your cheeks, your quick movements making it slosh onto his abdomen and your face.

“Darling…I’m close.” He gasps out, his head falling onto the chairs back.

His words send a thrill through your body, you can feel your slick beginning to slide past your panties, down your thighs. Knowing that he’s close, that you’ll get to taste him, make your movements quicker than before.

Dracule moans louder, his back arching further as he’s close to orgasming, the icing sliding down your neck, now warm and very sticky.

With one more flick of your tongue, he cums heavily into your mouth with a moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the taste. The glaze covers your lower face, and a bunch of it has slid down to your collarbone already.

After swallowing, you lift your head to look at him. He looks like a wreck, but not enough of one…yet.

You breathe heavily, your eyes dark with arousal.

“May I have my ride, love?”

“Yes, darling…but let me clean you up first.” He responds breathlessly, his eyes hazy as he looks down at you. “Although…to get on this ride, you need to get those useless clothes off.”

“S-sure.” You quickly speak, standing up and slowly sliding your clothes off in front of him.

As the minutes pass, Dracule looks up at you with deep warmth, watching intently as each piece of clothing gets stripped off of your body, his eyes wandering over your curves, his breathing mostly back to normal.

As you drop your panties to the floor, you’re completely naked. His eyes glance over at your wet underwear, his cock already becoming hard again.

“Good girl, my sexy passenger.” Your husband says seductively, his thighs spreading wider before his hands pat himself on the legs.

You eagerly get onto his lap, his cock in between you two, your legs on either side of his hips.

The icing is insanely sticky, but you couldn’t care less right now.

“Beautiful girl…” Dracule mutters, grabbing your upper back and bringing you close to him.

“You tasted divine~” You breathlessly moan.

“Then I’m sure you’ll let me return the favor a little.” Your husband smirks, taking your hand you held his icing coated cock with, and sliding his tongue around your palm.

“S-sweetheart…” You softly moan, watching as his skilled tongue dances between your fingers with ease.

He grins to himself, gently sucking on each of your fingers while keeping seductive eye contact with you.

Your coochie throbs with arousal, the slick continuing to trickle out.

Once he finishes on your hand, he leans into your neck and slides his tongue where the icing has slid down to.

You gasp, the feeling of his hot tongue licking up the glaze makes your heart pick up its pace, his breath thick on your sensitive skin.

Dracule sensually glides his tongue down to your collarbone, replacing the stickiness with a hot stripe of saliva instead. Moans fall from both your lips as he keeps going, your hips bucking against the back of his cock.

He licks back up your neck, making sure to get every last droplet he can find.

Your husband then starts licking your chin, intimately sliding his tongue over to your cheeks, before starting around your mouth. His hot breath against your skin drives you wild, and you can’t help but moan as he cleans your lips.

“I can taste myself on you.” He whispers with a smirk, still keeping his attention around your mouth.

“G-god…” You softly moan, the thought of that alone could make you release.

Dracule finishes cleaning you up, leaning back to check if he’s missed anything, your skin glistening with his spit. His hand gently slides down from your back to your hip.

“There you go, all better.” He grins, his eyes glancing down to your groin where your slick is dripping from your coochie. “Someones ready for a ride~”

Your eyes go to his dick, which has sprung up and throbbing once again.

“And someones ready for a passenger.” You can’t help but comment, your eyes gleaming as your cheeks flush.

He lightly chuckles, grabbing the icing bag off of the table.

“Do you mind?~”

“Not at all…” You mutter breathlessly.

Your husband pours the icing onto his cock, it’s not as cold as last time but he still flinches.

“I want your insides to taste like frosting for days to come, darling.”

You shiver at the thought.

“As you wish, my sexy reindeer.”

He finishes dripping it onto himself, then sets it back to the side.

“I assume you have a plan for me?”

Your hips lift above him, slowly positioning above his throbbing tip.

“Damn right I do, I want your icing all over my core…and I’m not just talking about what you just added onto yourself~”

He softly moans, his hands grabbing your hips tightly.

“Ride me, darling. I’ll be your good reindeer for the night.”

Before you can control the movements, you lower yourself so that your pussy takes in his tip, your eyes fluttering as he groans loudly.

“K-keep going, darling.” Dracule manages to say, his eyes heavily lidded.

You nod and keep lowering yourself slowly, making sure you both feel every inch of the other.

“Take your time, I’m in no rush.” Your husband whispers in your ear, your eyes rolling at the back of your head from his voice alone.

As you continue to take him further in, Dracules’ back arches slightly and his eyes roll back just like yours.

“Feels so…good…”

You nod in hazy agreement and lower yourself down all the way, moaning softly as your hands grab his shoulders tightly, the icing heavily dripping onto the chair.

“I’m going to wreck you.”

He softly moans, his breathing heavy and ragged as he looks at you.

“Fuck me as you please.”

You start to slowly move up and down his cock, the icing making wet squelching sounds, your husbands’ mouth opening to let out pleasured moans.

“O-oh god…you feel lovely, my dear.” Dracule softly moans, his cheeks crimson, his hands gently rubbing your thighs and hips.

You moan at his soft praise.

“Best ride I’ve ever had…”

He lightly chuckles, his eyes hazy with heat as he squeezes your hips affectionately.

“You’re the best passenger I’ve ever had, and will have.”

“Your mind’s too clear for my liking, I’ll have to fix that.” You mutter with a smirk, not wanting to allow your man to be able to laugh right now.

You speed your movements up, before sliding your hands down to grip his large exposed pecs, both of your moans coming out a little louder.

“F-fuck…yes dear~” He whimpers.

His hips begin to buck up to meet your eager pussy, unable to hold his body back, gently groaning as he does so.

The room slowly fills with the sound of hot wet sounds as your skin softly smacks his skin, the bell around Dracules neck starting to tinker slightly, but not enough to be noticed properly.

He brings you closer to him by your back, his mouth going to your neck as he holds you in place. Dracule kisses your sensitive skin, moaning hotly against you as you keep moving together, your bodies going in sync with the other.

“O-oh…darling…” He whimpers between pecks, his strong hands guiding your hips a little bit, pressing himself as deep as he can inside you.

You moan at the added press, feeling him fill your pussy with his rock hard cock, rubbing your gspot again and again.

“O-oh Mr Reindeer…”

Dracule gives you a bite, his tongue swirling around it while letting out a content moan.

“My sexy passenger…” He mutters to himself.

You gasp at the sensation, your eyes rolling ever so slightly.

“You're such an animal…”

He smirks at your comment, his breathing ragged.

“Wasn’t that obvious by the costume?”

Hearing his little tease, you pick up the pace of your movements, suctioning him in quicker.

“Don’t get sassy with me.”

Your husband lets out a louder moan, his lips detaching from you as his head falls back.

“Y-yes ma’am.”

You spread your thighs a little wider, trying to get as much of him as you can, your slick covering his cock from the base to the tip.

“Oh…Dracule…”

He groans a little louder, his head tilting further alongside arching his back, his breathing picking up as he holds you tighter, surely leaving a mark.

“That’s a good boy…let me hear you.” You gasp out, your movements growing quicker with each breath.

As your movements continue to speed up, everytime you come back down on him the bell around his neck gives off a soft tinkle. The chime in time with your rhythm.

“y-y/n…” He moans out, his pleasured sounds becoming more desperate.

Dracule rolls his hips in time with you, his movements deep and familiar.

“I can feel you throb inside of me~” You softly moan, squeezing his pecs tightly to keep yourself balanced.

“You’re so tight…warm..ah~”

One of his hands moves in between your thighs, Dracules’ eyes half lidded as he gently spreads your folds.

You softly gasp, your movements quickening at the added stimulation.

Dracule speaks between moans.

“Your…clit…needs some…attention…”

You groan at that, your cheeks reddening further.

Before waiting, his finger slips in between you, his breath hitching at the feeling of your wet coochie.

“Dracule…” You whimper, your body shaking as he tries to find your spot, which is slightly difficult due to you moving up and down.

But after a moment, he locates your bud, your body shuddering as he starts to rub his finger over your clit.

“O-oh…fuck.” You moan out, the feeling of his fingers getting you even more turned on.

“That’s a good sound…” He softly whispers, his eyes nearly rolled all the way back.

He spreads your thighs further as you keep riding him, his fingers moving faster with every bounce, his hands working you skillfully.

You let out a choked whine, the double stimulation making this more intense.

Dracule lets out a groan, the feeling of your wetness on his fingers making him dizzy, moving his cock up into your pussy faster than before.

“Good girl…get wetter for me…I want my lap to be drenched.”

“Mmmm.” You softly whine.

“Can you do that for me? My beautiful passenger?” He moans, his eyes locking onto your face.

“Y-yes…”

He moans at your willingness, his eyes closing again, and you feel a gush of your slick coming out of you.

“P-perfect…” Dracule softly moans,

After a few more bounces, you watch how his adams’ apple moves as he makes his sounds, his head tilting back to expose more of his throat. You feel the sudden urge to dominate him again as you observe how good he looks getting fucked like this.

You start slowly rubbing Dracules’ nipples with your thumbs as you gently bounce on his cock, wanting his mind to go completely blank and knowing they’re extremely sensitive.

Your husband groans, his hand slipping from your pussy and grabbing your thigh like the other. His hips going slack as he just allows you to take control, leaning back in his chair, widening his thighs and closing his eyes.

“Yeah…just let me ride you, love~” You breathlessly whisper, watching his face as he looks fucked out.

Dracule lets out a weak moan, feeling as his dick slides in and out of your wet coochie, the pleasure close to overwhelming.

“My sexy Mr Reindeer.” You moan, your movements growing quicker.

He softly groans, letting you take control completely as he sits there as a moaning mess.

“All y-yours…”

The smell of sex and icing fill your nostrils, a hot combination that drives you more wild.

You can’t help but speed up once again, earning gasps out of you both. The tinking of his bell growing louder and more intense as you ride him.

“I should get you…into…ah~...more costumes.”

“Yes…please…” He agrees weakly, his breathing growing more shallow and ragged.

Your fingers continue to play with his nipples, your hands squeezing his pecs from time to time. Dracules’ antler headband starts to fall backwards as he begins to get closer to his orgasm, not being able to keep himself composed.

“Who’s a good ride?” You whisper between moans and pants.

“M-...me.” He responds with a whimper.

You bounce up and down quicker, feeling close to your release and both your moans getting louder.

“So…perfect…” You gasp out, watching Dracules’ face as it becomes a mess of pleasure, his breathing growing deeper.

“That’s a good girl…my dear…”

Moaning loudly, you ride him faster, letting your instincts take over the speed.

“Faster, my dear…god…faster…please…” Dracule begs as his head is nearly thrown all the way back.

“Anything for my perfect ride~” You loudly moan, speeding up further.

“F-fuck…love…” He groans loudly, his tip throbbing as he gets even closer than before, the feeling making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You feel yourself getting even closer as well, your hands on his pecs gripping and massaging. Your fingers flicking at his hard red nipples.

The feeling of his rock hard cock sliding in and out of you, is driving you insane. Your juices, and the icing, mixing together in a delicious mixture as you keep going.

His headband falls further back, and the bell around his thick throat clangs loudly, a sound at the very forefront of your session.

Both of your bodies start shaking, the intensity nearly reaching its peak.

“You look…so..damn…sexy…” You desperately moan out, your eyes glued to his face.

“You sound…heavenly…” Dracule whimpers, tears of pleasure forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Fill me up with your icing, love.”

You squeeze your pussy around his cock, making him gasp.

“B-baby…you’ll have all my icing soon if you don’t stop…” He mutters weakly, soft moans escaping his throat.

The sounds he makes are addicting, so you squeeze your pussy again just as hard, a loud moan leaving your throat as his cock hits all of your right places a little rougher than before.

“So…good…” You moan out, your hands holding his pecs harder.

“B-baby…”

You clench your coochie harder, a drawn out groan coming from your throat.

“Baby…I want to last a little-”

Dracule deeply and gently groans in pleasure as he climaxes hard and quick, his hot thick cum filling your insides, throwing his head back so far his headband falls onto the floor with a soft thud, his hands clenching you tightly with his back arched.

The feeling of his cock squirting its contents makes you orgasm as well, your slick gushing out and onto his lap, moaning loudly and hotly.

You ride out both of your releases, your movements slowing down.

He gently moans as he finishes, his last jet of cum pumping into you.

“Mmmmmph…”

The two of you softly moan from the aftershocks, your bodies quivering at the force.

Dracules hands glide to your lower back, helping you lift your hips for him to slide out, before wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to his chest, both of you panting heavily.

You wrap your arms around his neck, his skin hot to the touch.

He nuzzles into your neck, breathing in your scent and giving you soft kisses as he slowly gets back to reality. You do the same, kissing his neck gently and smelling his skin. Soft moans continue to spill from you and Dracules lips.

Soft caresses and touches are shared within the next minutes, feeling the others’ skin beneath your fingertips.

After your bodies have returned to normal, you both feel insanely blissed out.

Your husband leans out of your neck, before gently cupping your cheek. He connects your lips in a tender but passionate kiss, the two of you melting into each other.

You lean out of the kiss with a smile, and softly mutter against his wet lips.

“Merry Christmas, Dracule.”

He mutters back just as softly.

“Merry Christmas indeed.”

Notes: I hope you liked my Christmas smut, wish I had Dracule Mihawk waiting under my tree with his legs spread. Although, I did get one of his figurines! ♡

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overtaken-stream · 1 year ago

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Drunk Deeds

Dracule "Hawk-Eye" Mihawk x F!Reader

Notes 1: I wanted (Y/N) to have met Zoro at some point in the pre-time skip as a foe (She lost) and since Zoro is an exceptional swordsman in her eyes, she (forcefully) choose him as her teacher after their brawl, unfortunately for Zoro, Kuma repelled you to the same place as our fav moss head. Note 2: I completely forgot about ages, but reader is older than Zoro, bc I find it funny for a grown woman to beg 19 y/o boy to teach her his swordsman ways. Note 3: It isn't specified if she is a straw hat, I left that open. Note 4: All this does not matter because I never mention it anyway.

Warnings: Oral(female receiving), wine involvement in a sexual activity.

The taste of grapes remains on your tongue, the calm, an almost invisible buzz of alcohol was underlining your headache that's been long forgotten now that the causes are thrown outside, out of your domain of expertise.

Your eyes wander over to the World Economy Newspaper, the major source of information covered in sweet propaganda and untruthful words regarding the newest attraction, the aftermath of the Summit War of Marineford. The monochrome pictures are scattered on the page and long paragraphs cry out for attention. Truly a tragedy to have greed decor and cover the crimes against humanity committed by the Marines.

Whether it's the gruesome pictures or the liquor you drank to rid of your thirst, the dry feeling on your tongue stays unnerved, it returns every few minutes you take in the wine.

It should be a familiar feeling, you think as you, yet again, grab the wine glass by the base of the stem, the clear rim is tinged with the soft color of your lipstick and there is a small amount of fluid remaining in the bowl, which you gulp down quickly, putting the empty glass back on the red tablecloth, you take a moment to swallow the last of the rich liquid. Then spinning the glass stem in between your fingers, you can feel your ears clog as the drunkenness heats your cheeks, though the wine does little to quench your thirst, the pleasant aftertaste left in your throat spreads throughout your consciousness, warm cozy fondness soon turns you drowsy and gasping for air.

Swift slamming of a cup in front of you makes you snap open your eyes (when did you close them?), and before the panic sets in an unknown voice interrupts the alarms going on in your head.

``You should know your limits.`` As soon as it came, the dread you felt quickly disappeared, and familiarity settled.

``S-Sir Mihawk!`` your flustered self is met with piercing Hawk eyes, thanking away whatever excuse that was quickly dancing on your tongue. ``Y-you have an extravagant taste in... Uh, wine Sir!``

The thought of when he had returned, or how you didn't notice his footsteps get lost in your clouded mind as his judgemental eyes wash over you, they settle under your skin, and for a moment you think pouring ice-filled water over yourself in snow would be better than the predatory gaze he sets upon you.

It isn't like he forbade drinking the wine he has hidden in every corner of the castle. Still, a drop of nervous sweat travels down your neck.

You swiftly turn away from his stare, eyes landing on the cold water-filled cup that he rudely slammed against the table, apparently for you to drink. Without words, you pour the water down your gutter, cool liquid satisfies the overheated core within, to the point that your worn-out teeth hurt from the cold sensation. By the time you set the partly empty cup down, Mihawk had already sat at the head of the table, away from you.

``Thanks for the water...``

For an unknown reason, his choice of seat made your heartache.

``Hm.``

Looking at the man, without his signature coat and the hat, felt surprisingly intimate, despite knowing each other for two weeks, all four residents, including yourself fell into a fresh routine quite easily. A routine that Mihawk adapted quickly and religiously maintained.

The hawk's eyes look up from the morning newspaper that he grabbed without your permission, and if it was anybody else, you might have said a snarky remark.

``Hand me the wine bottle.`` You have no issue being bossed around, you are more confident when following the orders of others, as annoying and humiliating as it is for somebody else, it doesn't bother you, especially when it comes to the warlord in the room, his orders are minimal, rare, and you don't feel any control from him, unlike Zoro who seems to get annoyed on your behalf whenever the older man 'dictates' your actions, leading to pointless remarks sent in your way.

Don't you feel lesser?

You stretch out your arm, sluggishly grabbing the exquisite bottle, and gently placing it in the rough hands of the swordsman.

You watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he pours himself the said wine, grabbing the glass and before he drinks, the man tilts his head down in a thankful gesture toward you.

No, I don't feel any lesser. Why? Because Mihawk does not mean demean.

It isn't until he puts his lips onto the rim that you finally recognize the stained glass. Your eyes widened.

``Wha-Hey! Don't drink it!`` you flung up your arms in the air, however, no amount of blushing could stop him in time.

``That's my glass!`` You watch as his eyes open, the wine and glass still resting on his mouth, his incorrigible face is misplaced as you mumble embarrassed whispers his way while hiding behind your hands.

A second passes, ten seconds pass. The silence suffocates your flustered face hidden behind your arms away from the prying eyes of no man.

``Huh.`` The sound escapes his (probably) lipstick-stained lips, it shatters the awkward pause between you two. ``I... apologize.`` A faint blush on his heated cheeks is swept under the rug.

It takes you a bit to let your hands down, even longer to look at him in his static eyes.

Only after he grabs himself a clean wine glass, do you stop hiding your flaming cheeks away from him, sneaking glances at the open ruffled neck his white button-up shirt includes. The residue from earlier sits beautifully on his chapped lips, giving a faint shine from the lack of proper appliance. The color stains the transparent rim, laughing and teasing you, spreading countless unknown emotions that make you shy away and maintain eye contact with a tablecloth.

``Is there something on my face, (Y/N)?`` His double-ringed eyes land on your form, which you realize is too open for sneaky glimpses you've been giving him. Unaffected by your embarrassment.

You don't know if it's a drunken haze that gave you the confidence out of thin air, but you're sure at some point you've lost yourself in the slow hum of alcohol.

``Mm. Yeah actually.`` He raised an eyebrow at your response.

The feeling spreads like a lit steel wool, the fire following your lines of sanity as it leaves only boldness exposed to a hawk. You bet everything, and by everything you mean your life, the only thing you seem to carry that has any meaning in this meaningless world, on this action.

A chair falls onto the ground. Next, you're bending ninety degrees in angle, right arm rests on your knees as you're standing in the face of a gentleman, left hand travels to the man's lips, pale in comparison to the ghostly skin, rough and torn by the sea, the frown adorns his complexion as your pointer finger pad gently smoothes the color that pops off of him. It sticks to your skin, lipstick revealing your fingerprints.

It sticks like the smell of sake clinging onto the man. The scent that only now you've picked up, due to the proximity. He must have had a great time with Zoro outside.

His eyes watch, stern and unrecognizable as you pull your digit away from his mouth, in slow-mo you let him realize what the subtle, teasing smile on your face was about. He tries to gather what decency remains within, tries to not look down as your shirt reveals soft flesh underneath, concealed in the shadows.

By now you must have caught onto the distant smell of sake clinging to his button up, however, it does not seem relevant to either of you.

Sweat dribbles down from his temple, yet his hand moves up to grab your hip, and his body follows after it. Standing upright.

In your slowly widening eyes, he sees your confidence crumble like the boulders he used for training back in his youth, so effortless to demolish under his eye.

He looked down at the roses that bloomed under your eyes, wide and shaken for an unknown reason.

``Are you flustered?`` There are no words that meet him, his question causes your hands, resting on his chest, to tighten. He already knows the answer.

He drags your body closer, feeling your heat under his skin. His thigh drags your nether region unintentionally rubbing the cloth between your bodies. A hiss escapes your lips, his eyes narrow. ``Y-you're so...!`` You say between your clenched teeth, face heated.

Mihawk's arm tightens around your torso, shoving his knee further until he makes your buttocks meet the edge of the table. The wine bottle rocks back and forth.

``So?``

You are trapped.

``...So... Frustrating...`` Your eyes shut tightly as his lips meet yours. The strong aftertaste of Sake hits your wet muscle since the wine was not enough to cover it. His tongue eagerly entangles with yours, leaving you breathless. Through the clothes, you can feel his hand on your waist trail up your ribs and rest across your chest. It grabs at buttons and frees your body to his eyes.

Your heart thunders in your ear. Embarrassed you grab at his shoulders as he grabs at your thighs, kneading it before dragging you up and on top of the table. With great vigor, his hand removes whatever restriction was between your private parts, dragging and tossing it away. His lips never leave you, even when you struggle for breath, he leans over you, caging your body beneath. The lust drowns everything else, the sight, smell, and sense, for a blissful moment.

It ends unwillingly. The golden eyes watch, and yours stare back, both breathe heavily. The connection is broken when he goes down, leaving you leaning on your elbows to watch as he gazes at your folds with dark desire swirling in his ringed iris.

It's too much. Too blush-making for you. Lying flat on the table as your wrists desperately shelter your eyes. The moment goes on for what feels like forever.

And then the sensation hits you like a truck.

The cold, wet, bright red liquor drips onto your opening, blazing your face in complete blush as the loud sound of wine meeting ground fills the air.

Your hand flies down to hold yourself stable, letting the uncomfortable feeling overwhelm you.

Turning red, you could only gaze into his eyes that stared at your entrance, hungry for something. After a pregnant pause, he put the wine bottle on the floor, leaving your bottom half shining with red tints.

``Are... Are you insane?!`` your eyebrows turned up, voice shook. ``What are you doing?!`` flailing around you try to move away from his grip, inner thighs soiled in alcohol.

``I apologize for startling you.`` a sly glint lights up in his pupil, proving his apology otherwise. His hot breath disappears as he puts his mouth on your labia and quickly presses his tongue inside you without waiting for your response.

His grasp does not falter, instead strengthens and brings your bottom half closer until his nose finally meets your clit, lips gently travel over your folds, pressing sweet kisses on them that sprinkle over to your inner thighs. Tasting the alcohol with no shame in his actions. Tiny whimpers slip by as butterflies flutter in your stomach, pleasure makes your knees weak as he flicks at your opening. His tongue sneaking around your clit, sucking, circling, discovering with determinded precision what would shatter you to pieces the quickest. The wet sounds escape from his pressings, no doubt tasting and smelling the liquor as his tongue gets closer and closer to that one spot.

He sends shivers up your spine and uses his thumb to harshly rub against your clit, but once Mihawk finally found his desired destination inside of you, there was nothing that would get him to look at something but your pleasure-filled face finally unleash and listen to your cry that he compares to a siren's call, designed to enchant a lone pirate such as himself. He nestles and nuzzles his way through your meager whimpers, enthusiasticlly licking your addicting taste.

It's a shame your time together does not last forever.

#op mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #One piece #one piece x female reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #mihawk x you #mihawk smut #idk what possessed me to write this down #let alone publish it.#.my writing.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 2 months ago

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congrats on 900 followers! id like to request for a mixture of prompt 9 and 19 with maroon (mihawk) — not particularly smut but a bit of fluff included in it, have a good day or night!

-anon 🪐

Coincidence (+18)

THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING! (Sorry I made it smut but theres plenty of angst cuteness too)

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Female Pirate!Reader

Prompts: “It’s fine. We’re all adults. We can sleep in the same bed.” And “Getting you naked was only part of the plan.”

WC: 2900

TWs: pet names, p in v sex, fingering, dirty talk, savior complex, previous alcohol mention, same bed! Swearing, kissing, idk? This is literally porn.

— —

“Good morning, little rabbit.” A low voice swims in your head.

Your eyelids flutter open. Everything is blurry. You’re laying in sand. Rain is pouring and you’re chilled to the bone.

*BOOM*

A clap of thunder snaps you fully awake and you start to cough up sea water. You heave yourself on your hands and knees to better expel the water from your stomach and lungs.

“I was sure you’d never wake up.” The voice came from above you, clearer now.

Once you caught your breath, you realized there was a pair of black boots in front of you in the wet sand. You crane your neck upwards to be met with the smug smirk of Dracule Mihawk, towering over you in the storm.

“H-how? Y-you? W-what?” You croak out, body starting to shiver violently.

“Now do you really want me to answer those questions right now, or would you like to come to my room at the inn down the road before The Great Pirate Y/n succumbs to hypothermia? An awful pitiful way to go out for a pirate captain, if you ask me.” He extends a hand to help you stand.

You roll your eyes and push yourself to your feet on your own.

Mihawk chuckles and lets his arm fall back to his side.

“Allow me.” Mihawk gestures to offer for you to follow him and heads to the cobblestone road from the beach. You hated the idea of seeking aide at the hands of another pirate, let alone one as dangerous as him… but the chill in your body and the ache in your chest were forcing your hand.

You follow him into town.

— —

After trying to keep up for several blocks, eventually Mihawk ducks into a nondescript establishment and holds the door open for you to follow. You step forward to move past him to enter the inn.

The first floor was dimly lit with oil lanterns and smelled of rich red wine and a wood burning stove. There were only a few patrons seated around the bar, none of which turned to look at you as the door was opened. The doorway was narrow so you had to turn your body to enter as Mihawk was still holding the door for you. As you brush past his chest he leans in to your ear and whispers.

“Stairs on the right. End of the hall. Be quick about it, before you drip all over the poor barkeeps floor.” His voice was low and teasing.

A deep shiver ran down your spine. No doubt due to the cold, wet clothing you were wearing, of course.

You nimbly flit up the stairs, sure that the former warlord was following closely behind as you could hear the clacking of his boots on the wooden steps. Mihawk catches up to you as you reach the door at the end of the hall. Without a word he uses a key to unlock the door and pushes it open for you.

You step inside and are immediately met with the glow of firelight and the smell of cologne. Seeing the blazing fire in the fireplace, you rush to throw yourself to your knees on the bearskin rug laid out in front of the fire.

You put your hands over the flames and you start to be able to feel your fingers again. You sigh in relief. After a few moments of enjoying the fire, you remember that you aren’t alone. Mihawk was standing against the wall, just watching you… arms crossed and feathered hat cocked to one side. The firelight glinted like topaz off his deep golden eyes as you met his gaze.

“How did you find me?” You manage to rasp out, finding your full voice again.

“A little birdie told me you were on your way to make an arms deal with smugglers somewhere in the area. I knew you’d come alone and your foolhardiness would ignore the incoming storm. Figured you’d wash up on the shore sometime.”

“A little bird? Or a little clown?” You quip back and rub your hands together over the blaze. “Stop talking like you know anything about me.”

“Was I wrong?” Mihawk is quick to retort. “The Cross Guild has eyes and ears everywhere. I am privy to endless amounts of whereabouts and information on the Grand Line.”

“And yet…” You stand. “With all that information at your disposal, you choose to end up here. Pursuing me.” You cock your head in inquiry.

The corners of Mihawk’s mouth twitch upwards briefly before returning to his stoic expression.

“You may wear my dressing gown for the night. You’ll catch your death if you spend another moment in those soaked rags.” The man says and nods towards the ensuite lavatory.

You take a moment to weigh your options… you hated to admit, but Mihawk was right. You needed to fully dry off before you caught pneumonia or worse. You push past him without saying a word into the bathroom and close the door behind you. As you close the door you see a floor length robe made of exquisite purple silk… this must be the dressing gown he was referring to. You stripped yourself of your sea-water soaked clothing and laid them on the side of the clawfoot tub to dry.

You looked in the mirror and were horrified. Your hair was tangled and your skin was littered with abrasions and decorated with sand and small wood debris from the wreckage.

You sigh.

You grab the washcloth from the side of the sink and turn on the knobs. Once the water was warm you soaked the cloth in the water and gently cleaned your face and body. The soothing temperature of the washcloth allowed you to relax more and you let our a long sigh as you rubbed your aching neck.

You set the washcloth down and straightened your hair the best you could, sorting out the tangles and knots with your nimble fingers.

Once satisfied you picked Mihawk’s dressing gown off the hook behind the bathroom door. It was crafted of a fine royal purple silk with intricate gold embroidery on the collar and the sleeves. You slip it on and cinch the tie around your waist, fully covering yourself. It was a bit large, seeing as Mihawk was much bigger than you, so the left shoulder began to fall as soon as you left the bathroom.

You enter the suite and your eyes find Mihawk’s hat and jacket discarded on the armchair.

You hear the gentle sound of liquid being poured and you turn your head. You were met with a shirtless Mihawk clad in nothing but sleeping trousers, pouring two heavy glasses of brandy on the end table next to the bed. This was the first time you realized there was nowhere else for you to sleep than the singular king-sized bed in the center of the room.

“No need to worry. We’re all adults here. There should be no issue sharing a bed.” Mihawk approaches you with two glasses of brandy in hand. “Feeling better?” He asks, almost playful. He extends a glass to you.

You take it.

“Aye. A bit.” You say as you take the glass of alcohol, your fingertips brushing against his as you grip the cup. Suddenly you were reminded of the last time you shared a drink with this particular man…

Your cheeks flushed and you looked to the floor. You had been so caught up in the drama of being shipwrecked and half-dead that you had forgotten the last time you had seen Dracule Mihawk…

“Why did you come here? Just to get me naked in your hotel room?” You ask.

Mihawk turns his back to you and sits on the bed.

“Oh darling, getting you naked was only part of my plan. You deal in arms… The Cross Guild happens to be in the market. I thought we could strike a friendly deal, little rabbit.” Mihawk sips his brandy. “We can offer triple whatever that scoundrel was willing to pay.”

“Well the cargo has been lost since the ship crashed but… wait how did you know I’d be here? This island?” You take a sip of you drink for courage. “You were accurate enough to know when and where I’d wash ashore? How?”

Mihawk smirks. He rises from the bed and fishes his hand into his trouser pocket. He steps closer to you. He pulls out a piece of soggy paper from his pocket and holds it in two fingers in front of your face.

“You don’t remember slipping me this?” Mihawk coos as the scrap of paper drips a bit onto the floor in between you both.

“My..” You gasp softly upon the realization of what he was holding in his hand.

“Yes, rabbit, your vivre card. You stuffed it into my jacket before you scampered off. You don’t recall?” Mihawk says, teasingly, cocking his head down to catch your avoidant gaze.

It was all coming back to you now…

Five months ago…

It was a loud, shady pirate bar on some shit-hole island your crew had docked at to resupply. It had been days since your ship’s booze supply had run dry and you used the opportunity to get good and sauced at the local tavern. At some point in your revelry, Dracule Mihawk had entered the very same bar and somehow you ended up on his lap… despite how much you claimed you despised him. How did it happen? Maybe a few featherlight touches across your waist… maybe a few dirty little nothings whispered in your ear… but all you could remember now was you melted like putty in his strong arms in the corner of a filthy dive bar. The memory was foggy but you remember stroking the sides of Mihawk’s carefully groomed beard and pushed your lips onto his with passion…

“You remember now, yes?” The voice snaps you back to the present.

You say nothing, embarrassed. You take another large gulp of brandy.

“I-I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” You rush past the large man in front of you and whip the comforter open. You slide in the bed. “W-we can talk business in the morning.”

“If you wish.” Mihawk says with a sigh.

Mihawk sets his glass down on the side table and extinguishes most of the candles in the room, leaving a few to burn to the wick overnight. You feel the comforter move across your body and the mattress beside you dip. You curl on your side away from the man laying beside you. You shudder, the chill of being nearly drowned still wracking your bones.

“You’re freezing.” Mihawk states before smoothly shifting to his side and wrapping his arm around your side. Your body tenses and he feels it. “So shy now, but not as much the last time we met?” You feel his hot breath against your ear.

“Well, we were drunk, so…” You huff out, trying to ignore the flush growing in your cheeks.

“And yet…” Mihawk starts. He slides his hand down your bicep to your hip, then further down to your thigh. His palm reaches your knee and gently pulls on it to hook your leg over his own, successfully opening your legs up for him. “Here you are now, completely sober and still soft and open for me…”

Your breath catches in your throat, unable to respond. Mihawk’s strong hand climbs up your torso again, this time gliding across your stomach and into your robe to grip your right breast softly. You gasp as he squeezes and runs his thumb across your nipple.

You feel a gentle grind of Mihawk’s hips against your backside, shuddering as you distinctly make out the largeness of his member between your cheeks. The former warlord’s nose nuzzles your scalp sweetly as he presses his lips closer to your ear.

“Do you feel that? I’ve been waiting so long since you ran away…” Mihawk whispers as he presses his hardened cock further into you. “Tell me… little rabbit… why did you run from me?”

You press your ass back harder into Mihawk’s pelvis and whine.

“No no, tell me. I was ready to take you to my chambers and ravish you until the sun rose….” Mihawk purrs as he slides his hand from your breast to between your legs and cups your mound. “Tell me why you fled my arms that night.” He presses his middle finger on your seam, gently stimulating your clit.

“I… I don’t know…” You manage to croak out.

“That isn’t true, darling… you know that.” Mihawk begins to rub your sex in gently circles with 3 fingers, softly encouraging you to give in to him.

“I…I didn’t… want…” You sigh and lean your head back into Mihawks face.

“You didn’t want what, love? Tell me.” Mihawk leans up further and kisses up your neck to the spot behind your ear. With your arousal growing, he spreads your folds and uses a single digit to press into your exposed, throbbing clit.

“Y-you were going to- Ah!” You were interrupted by the sensation of Mihawk dipping a finger shallowly into your hole to gather your wetness to smear across your clit, further heightening your pleasure. “You were going to leave… It- it would have- oh god!” You cry out as two thick fingers suddenly breach your entrance and curve right up into your sweet spot.

“It would have bothered you to see me leave, little rabbit?” Mihawk teases and leans forward over your shoulder. He slowly pulls out his fingers before pushing them back inside to pull at your favorite spot again. He torturously slowly continues fingering you, feeling the way your insides pulse everything now and then around him, pushing out more of your slick to coat his hand further. “You think I would have let you go without me?”

You turn your head and open your eyes. You meet Mihawk’s gaze from over your shoulder. You were half drunk on the feeling of his fingers inside of you, but you were almost certain he was confessing to you.

“Y-you.. Shit- more… please…” You moan and buck your hips upwards into Mihawks hand, trying to get more stimulation.

“Tch.” He clicks his tongue. “Sweet girl wants more? Already? You must have been thinking about this just as much as I have…” Mihawk says as he speeds up the pace of his fingers inside of you.

The grind of his palm against your slick clit in combination of his fingers hammering up and down against your special spot quickly sent you careening over the edge of climax.

“My Gods- Mihawk!” You cry out as you feel yourself gush against your lovers hand and your shoulders shudder forward.

“There it is, what a good girl you are.” Mihawk slows the pace of his fingers and pulls them out of you gingerly. “I haven’t stopped thinking about the vulgar sounds and expressions you might make when you cum, and it’s far surpassed my imagination.” Mihawk shifts and positions himself on his knees between your legs. “Now let me see it again.” He rubs his tip up and down your wet slit, teasing his mushroom head at your hole. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you don’t and we go back to being adversaries and forget this ever happened.” He purrs down at you.

“I.. I want this. Please…” You get out through shaky breaths, still recovering from your orgasm. You reach your hand down to wrap over Mihawk’s hand on his member, guiding him to push into you.

“Anything you want, my rabbit.” He coos as he presses hard into your body, letting out a groan as he bottoms out against your cervix. You squeal and claw at his chest, cunt clenching around his length unpredictably. “Let me take care of you…”

Mihawk wraps one arm around your torso to push you down further onto his cock while supporting himself with his other one. He leans down and smashes his lips into yours. He kisses you hard as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. You squeak against his lips each time his cock drags against your sweet spot, your body riding up further on the bed with every hard thrust into your sopping pussy.

Mihawk pulls back.

“I knew that night I was going to take you back with me. I’ve known for a long time that you were mine… but that night you slipped away…” Mihawk huffs out down at you.

You could do nothing but moan in response as you find yourself approaching your high once again.

“Oh, fuck, oh!” Your mouth drops open as you cum, cradling Mihawk’s face against yours as you scream. Your hips buck and you whimper as your sensitivity starts to get the better of you.

“You’re mine, y/n. Ah-“

With a final gasp and a hard thrust, you feel your lover flood your insides with his warm spend.

You flinch a bit as you feel the still twitching cock slip from your hole, walls still so slick and sensitive. You were flipped around gently and pulled into Mihawk’s broad chest. You nuzzle sleepily between his pectorals. After several moments of comfortable silence, you break the peace.

“There was never any business deal, was there?” You ask.

“No of course not.” Mihawk says with a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

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short-honey-badger · 8 months ago

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Something new, my love

Pairings: Dracule Mihawk x Female Reader

Summary: Mihawk wants to try something new with his sweet wife.

Warnings: Smut, lil dirty talk, teasing, cockwarming, Mihawk's a fiend

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You didn't know that this was what Mihawk had intended when he'd asked if you wanted him to read to you. Stupidity, you had jumped at the chance, excited to spend more time with the warlord. You didn't know that Dracule couldn't keep his mind off of you, his darling wife. How cute you looked prancing around in your too short skirt, sending him big, radiant smiles every now and then, as if you're reminding yourself that he's still there.

The warlord had taken you into his study, shutting the door behind the two of you and locking it shut. The loud thunk of the lock made shivers go down your spine. You watched him cross the room and settle down in his chair, long legs spread wide. You couldn't help but rake your eyes up and over them, and your body flushes with pleasure at the sight.

Mihawk isn't wearing his coat or hat, leaving him in just his open shirt and baggy breeches. He watches you from across the desk, ringed eyes narrowing when you linger nervously by the door.

“You can come closer, dear. I won't bite,” Mihawk teased, and you shook your head at yourself and closed the distance between the two of you.

You stop short when he raises a hand and suck in a sharp breath when you meet golden eyes that are dark with arousal. A sweat breaks out on the back of your neck, and you feel like a rabbit up for slaughter.

“Turn around, dear.”

You do as he says, trusting the warlord. You pick up the sound of fabric shifting, and then his hands are on your waist. Mihaek pulls you back carefully, stopping once the back of your thighs hit his chair. One hand smooths up your side by passing your chest, and two fingers come to stop at your lips. He taps them gently, and a shiver wracks down your spine when he whispers in your ear.

“Wet them for me.”

Your jaw drops, and Mihawk slides his fingers home with a soft sigh. Your lips wrap around the digits, tongue curling around them to slick them up as ordered. A whine leaves your throat when he suddenly presses down, the tips of his fingers drag against the back of your tongue, and you fight to not gag around them.

Dracule slips his fingers free with a lewd pop, a smirk of his handsome face as he admires the way your saliva sticks to his fingers. He drops his hand after a moment, and you shiver when his free hand shoves your underwear down and those spit slick fingers prod at your cunt.

“So wet, and I've not even touched you,” Mihawk coos when he presses his middle finger into the second knuckle. You clutch at the arm that's swung around your waist, cheeks flushing in pleasure, “Hardly have to prep you.”

A grunt forces itself from your mouth when he shoves the second finger in along the first. Slick build and slides down his hand as he finger fucks you, and you can't help the way you buck your hips and grind down on his hand.

Mihawk doesn't give you enough time to react after he pulls his hand away. You feel yourself being lifted, and then the wonderful feeling of being stuffed full. You toss your head back, resting against his chest as Mihawk pulls you flush against his front. You expect him to move, to bend you forward and fuck you against his desk like he's done before, but he doesn't.

The warlord's hands grip your hips tightly, making sure that you wouldn't be able to move beyond shifting in his lap. His cock drags against your walls perfectly, and you clench around his length in desperation for some kind of friction. Mihawk remains stubbornly still.

“...why aren't you moving?”

You can't see the devious smirk that curls Dracule's lips, but you do feel him kiss the back of your head, his arm tightening a fraction around your waist.

“I want to try something, my love. Let me?” Mihawk rumbles behind you, and you dip your head in a shaky nod. You'd do anything for your husband.

You watch with hooded eyes as he reaches forward, and the motion makes his cock drag along that spongy spot, making your pussy tighten and leak messily around where the two of you are connected. It happens again when he leans back into his seat to get comfortable. He cracks open his book, and you glance down to see neat stanzas. Poetry.

Mihawk's voice is a low timber when he begins to read, slow and steady, as if he didn't have his little wife pierced and shaking on his cock. He rocks his hips forward every now, his thick length dragging along your gummy walls and pushing so deep that the apex of your thighs twinges in slight pain.

On and on he the warlord goes, page after page. You end up relaxing after a while. A soft burn spreads from your core, leaving you heavy-lidded and loose-limbed. Even though it's been at least an hour, maybe more, you aren't sure, your husband's dick has yet to harden, and the sudden thought makes you clench around him, a soft curse falling from your lips.

Mihawk looks down at his dear wife, a proud smirk curling his lips. He's gotten through a quarter of the work, and he's gotten to spend time with you in a fashion more intimate than usual. He adored the way you relaxed against him, allowing him full control and trusting him implicitly.

Dracule relishes in the soft whine you make when he leans forward to return the chapbook to his desk after marking the page. His now free hand lands on your thigh, sneaking its way down to curl his finger under your knee and gently lift your right and then your left leg up to hook over his thigh. The sounds that fill his study are obscene when Mihawk grips your thighs and thrusts forward.

He grins, something feral and unlike the usually manicured man, when you grunt and gasp his name like a prayer. One hand slides down, and his fingers slick up with a combination of your creamy slick and precum. He pinches your clit between two fingers, stroking the throbbing nub, and your body goes taunt, tears leaking and clinging to your lashes as you cum around his cock.

“That's right, Darling. Take my cock like you're meant for it,” Mihawk coos sweetly, and his steady pace jerks, a low murmur of your name when he comes. Hot semen paints your walls, the warlord's hips stuttering as he slowly comes to a stop. Mihawk keeps you close to his chest, his lips pressed to the crown of your skull.

Dracule allows you the rest, before a mischievous thought crosses his mind and he leans forward, his softened cock beginning to harden again when your cunt sucks him in. He grabs the book and opens it to the page he'd marked.

“Let's continue, shall we, my love?”

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halfvalid · 1 year ago

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a live action Zoro smut where it's enemies to lovers (boy X girl). I don't mind how hardcore smut (18+?) but I would love if there was some tension (argument or fight!) 😁

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| 18+ | smut | explicit |

alternate title: i need the lord

rating: explicit

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

description: you and zoro have never gotten along. after a incident in town escaping from marines, you resolve to sort out your issues with unconventional means. (aka sex.)

tags: strawhat!reader, female reader, enemies to lovers, except it's more like frenemies to frenemies with benefits, kissing, kiss to distract trope, no use of “y/n”, reader calls zoro "roronoa", penis in vagina sex, creampie, pwp, cowgirl position

author’s note: thanks for the request! i kind of lost the plot on this one because i'm terrible at writing enemies-to-lovers and there's not much 'lovers' involved in this since i couldn't exactly fit that into a oneshot. hopefully you still like it anyway? i tried my best.

tags make it seem so much worse than it actually is.

Roronoa Zoro did not like you.

The feeling was mutual, so you didn’t mind the fact, really. Zoro was annoying, with his three swords, and that stupid low voice, and how he never seemed interested in conversation unless it was either about alcohol or beating someone up. You were undoubtedly annoying to him for various reasons not so different in number to your own grievances of his personality. You two didn’t like each other. It was fine. It was normal.

It was pissing off the rest of the Straw Hat crew.

In your defense, you were never outwardly aggressive towards the man. You didn’t purposely exclude him from conversations or avoid looking at him if he dared haunt a room you were in with his presence. You just… didn’t speak to him unless spoken to. And maybe you had a tendency to roll your eyes or mutter some insults when he was talking, but it wasn’t that big of an issue.

Zoro, on the other hand, was a master of discord. He’d killed and hunted so many people it only made sense for him to be, but it seemed he hadn’t skipped his lessons in petty fights either. Because he was bullheaded and a buzzkill and always opened his big mouth when you were around. Those sarcastic remarks of his were common, sure, but when you were in the room they were tenfold and laced with genuine venom.

You weren’t sure who’d even started the strife between you two. It had been so long that you’d forgotten. While everyone else had seemingly bonded after your journey together, you and Zoro remained firmly in the stage you’d been while trapped in Buggy’s green room—antagonistic. Obviously you didn’t hate each other—when Zoro had nearly died to Mihawk, you hadn’t been happy—but you didn’t get along, and both of you were just fine with that arrangement.

Nobody else was, though.

And so obviously you didn’t like it when Luffy announced, as you were docked, that you were assigned to scout the surrounding village together. Your lips twisted, but you refrained from saying anything up until Luffy finished his speech with: “And that’s the plan! Any objections?”

There were head shakes from all around the deck of the Going Merry. You eyed Zoro in the very corner—his arms were crossed, and carefully he raised a hand, just barely lifting it into the air as he motioned. “Why is she coming with me?”

You bit your tongue, suppressing the irritated sigh that threatened to escape. “Because,” Luffy said, bright as ever, “You two need to learn how to be friends. Think of it as a bonding activity!”

“I’d really rather go with Sanji,” you optioned, trying to be more civil than Zoro at least. “He could use a hand carrying the stock barrels.”

“Nope,” Luffy chirped. “It makes most sense for the two of you to be the one to buy the weapons, anyway.”

“He’s right. You both are the most knowledgeable on the subject,” Nami whispered, though she gave you an apologetic look. You sighed. Zoro opted to say nothing.

“Fine. Let’s go, Roronoa,” you said, getting up off the Going Merry’s railing to start walking off the ship. You heard Zoro grumble from behind you, but he soon caught up. You said absolutely nothing to each other for the first few minutes of walking, keeping to yourselves until you eventually reached the market.

“What kind of weapons are we looking for?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder at the man who trailed just barely behind you. “I know Luffy wants backups, but did he say specifically what?”

“Probably a few guns, maybe some swords,” Zoro replied. “A katana for me. Extra staff for Nami, in case hers breaks.”

“Right. Nami gave me five-hundred thousand berry. Let’s spend it wisely. No pit stops.”

Zoro gave you a look. “It’s not like I’m going to slip into the nearest tavern and abandon you. Luffy said we go together, so we go together.”

“Right.” You turned away so you could roll your eyes in private. You had to appreciate that, at least; Zoro’s loyalty to Luffy at least meant he wouldn’t be a bitch to you if Luffy told him not to, and Nami kept you more or less under wraps too. “Pistols first. Let’s just get two, and save the rest for a sword because those are more pricey.”

Focusing on business was fine. You could be a responsible adult and not be petty. And it really did go okay for the first half-hour, wherein you bartered one of the weapons sellers down to a reasonable price for two pistols and also picked up a bo staff on the way.

You were just heading towards another district of the town when Zoro slowed to a stop. You glanced over to see what he was looking at—a wall pasted with bounty posters, various pirates plastered on paper with big numbers shouting out their worth.

“Look, it’s Luffy,” you said, eyes catching a bundle of posters near the top. Sure enough, all six members of the Straw Hat crew were there. You noticed with distaste that Zoro’s bounty was higher than yours.

Zoro tore all of the posters off, and you were almost surprised when he took yours off too. He crumpled them up into balls, about to toss them behind his shoulder before you grabbed them, carefully tucking them away in your bag. “What’s that for?” he asked.

“So I can shoot darts at your face,” you replied. “Come on. Should finish and get back to the ship before anyone recognizes us.”

Zoro shrugged, but followed you as you led him to the closest armory you could find. The shop was small and rickety, and a silver bell announced your presence as you entered the building. There were blades of every kind in the shop; you could see a table of knives and daggers, along with a stand full of long swords by the front. Near the back, you glimpsed some hanging rapiers, and—

“Katanas,” Zoro muttered, pushing past you to slip to the back of the store. You sighed, but followed, glancing over the array of jians instead. Zoro was already picking one up and pulling it out of its sheath, checking the quality of the blade.

“Don’t—” you hissed, and he glanced up at you, brow raised in question as he spun the blade around in his hand. “You’re going to knock something over.”

Zoro sheathed the sword, a satisfying click filling the room with the motion. “Calm down.”

“I am calm,” you snapped. “If you’d just stop stomping around with those big boots of yours, though—”

Zoro looked far less affected by the entire ordeal than you did, and that pissed you off even more. Logically, you knew he didn’t show much emotion in general, and even his annoyances tended to be deep and quiet—but still. He strung the katana back up where it belonged. “I am not stomping.”

“Yes, you are—” You cut yourself off as the bell of the store rang again, announcing the arrival of more patrons. These two were whispering to each other, gruff voices that sounded almost scared. “He came in here, right?” One of them asked the other. “Are you sure it’s him?”

“He tore down his own wanted poster!” The other hissed back.

You caught onto what was happening quickly, letting a sigh out from between your teeth and grabbing onto Zoro’s arm to yank him further back into the store. You turned a corner, where a narrow hall cut off at a dead end, a wardrobe of swords blocking off the area to any prying eyes. “Now look at what you did,” you grumbled, before you could stop yourself. “You’ve got fucking bounty hunters after us.” You glanced through the stands of swords for a double take—the pair were standing at the front, outfitted in familiar white-and-blue uniforms. “Scratch that, even worse. Marines.”

“I can take them in a fight,” Zoro muttered, hand going to his swords. You grabbed his wrist and gave him a look.

“No. We’re not due to leave the docks for another two days,” you snapped. “Can you figure out a way to get out of a situation without stabbing someone?”

“How can you be sure it was him, though? The Demon?” The more timid marine asked. They’d started moving, and you shoved Zoro into the corner, attempting to hide his ridiculously broad figure with an armoire of weapons. He scoffed, but made no move to adjust, back flat against the wall.

“He had the three swords. And the three earrings, too. Of course it was him,” the other one replied. You rolled your eyes.

“Ever try being a little less obvious, Roronoa?” you muttered, shooting another glare in Zoro’s direction. “You’re like a flashing red light for every marine within a two-mile radius with your stupid swords. I’m Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter!”

“I don’t hear you yelling at Luffy to take his hat off,” Zoro hissed back.

“They’re coming this way,” you answered, entirely ignoring his retort. “Hide your stupid swords. Shove them behind a stand or something.”

“I don’t see why we can’t just—”

“No fighting.” You swiveled around, tugging his holsters off his belt and tossing the swords behind him with a graceless clatter. Zoro just sighed. “Shit,” you muttered as the marines turned at the noise, starting to move towards the back of the store.

“Now look at what you did,” Zoro mumbled, mocking your words straight back at you. You glared at him.

“Shut up and stay put,” you snapped. “Let me think of something.” The marines were coming closer, and you huffed out a nervous breath. Zoro watched you from his position.

“They know your face, too,” he said carefully. Almost derisively, like he was looking down on your idea; making you seem stupid. “Just let me fight them. It makes the most sense.” The footsteps grew louder, then, the marines moving towards the back of the store.

“I think I heard voices,” one of them muttered to the other. You shushed Zoro, unconsciously moving closer to him until your arm bumped into his. You startled, and then looked up, finding Zoro’s chest just inches away from your face.

“Is this some new sort of hiding tactic?” Zoro asked, voice dry as a desert. “Are you trying to melt us into the wall—”

The voices tapered off as the marines moved closer. Your hand shot up to cradle Zoro’s face, covering his dangling gold earrings with your fingers to hide them away. “Fuck this,” Zoro muttered, leaning back to pick up his swords. You shushed him, and he stopped, bent halfway over you so your faces were just inches apart.

“Just trust me,” you snapped. Zoro opened his mouth to argue, but then the marines’ footsteps got louder—they’d turn the corner any moment now.

“Fine,” he breathed. “But if it doesn’t work, I’m taking out my swords.”

Your mind ran a million miles a minute trying to figure out what to do. The marines were just around the corner now, and your breath caught, eyes meeting Zoro’s as you wracked your brain for something, anything that might distract the marines away from the two of you. Zoro’s lips parted, a split-second away from undoubtedly whispering some grand insult when the marines finally turned the corner.

You were kissing Zoro before you could even think.

“Oh,” one of the marines said, as your fingers nearly pinched Zoro’s earlobe, still covering his earrings. Zoro was frozen for a moment, but the marines behind you seemed startled enough that he realized it was working. A rush of satisfaction filled you for a moment—see, Roronoa, you don’t have to stab shit all the time—before Zoro was kissing you back.

And. Well. You’d started it, but you had not anticipated this.

Zoro was almost rough, his hand curling around the nape of your neck and tugging you down closer to him. His other hand came to rest on your waist, so impossibly big around your torso that you shivered. What had started out as a simple kiss slipped into one all messy, your breaths coming out in sharp gasps as Zoro barely gave you a moment to breathe.

His teeth dug into your lip, and you groaned into his mouth, tongue darting along his gums with the motion. He snickered at that, and you felt a little bundle of vexation starting at the pit of stomach at the sound. You ran your tongue into the crevices of his mouth, licking into him with ease. Another rush of satisfaction filled you as Zoro’s grip tightened on your waist. You were winning.

He fought back just as hard, practically merciless as his tongue slid against yours, prying into your mouth like he was trying to bare you empty of secrets. You felt stripped raw like this, but it wasn’t a terrible feeling—the opposite, actually, soft whimpers leaving your lungs as he dug more fiercely into you. Zoro sucked on your lower lip with teeth, and you barely managed to suppress the stuttered sound it tugged out from the back of your throat.

There were hasty footsteps receding somewhere behind you, which was the only sound that snapped you out of your motions. You were the first to break away—another score gained there—glancing over your shoulder to ensure the marines had really left before fully detaching yourself from Zoro. The silver bell rung again, signaling the marines had made their exit, and you let out a relieved sigh.

Zoro glanced over your shoulder, straightening his clothes as his tongue ran along his top teeth. The top teeth you’d had your tongue on just seconds ago. “If you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just said so.”

“I did not—” You sucked in a breath, all your general irritated feelings towards the man coming back at full force with just that one sentence. “Shut the fuck up. I got us out of the situation, didn’t I?”

“You have questionable methods,” Zoro replied, leaning over to pick up his abandoned swords and strap them back along his hip. “Don’t think about that all night.”

“You were not that good of a kisser,” you snapped, though you could feel your face getting hot. Your mouth tingled, like you could still taste him on your tongue; on your teeth; in your gums. There was a vaguely empty sensation at the curve of your waist you tried your best to ignore. “Don’t be so full of yourself. Roronoa. Now pick a sword to buy so we can leave already.”

Zoro seemed irritated, but he complied, brushing past you to inspect a few more of the swords before picking out one. You paid for it as quickly as possible, in a rush to get back to the ship; not even trying to talk the salesman down from his price like you usually would.

Zoro followed you languidly, absolutely nothing urgent about his motions as you trailed after you back through the village. You wanted to uppercut him so badly.

“Oh, there you guys are,” Usopp said upon stepping foot back onto the Going Merry. You shot him an apologetic smile before breezing past, beelining for your bedroom without a second thought. “Uh—okay! You good?” he called after you, but you were too far away to respond at this point.

You slammed the door of your room shut upon entering, heaving out a breath of jumbled emotion all in one go. Fuck Roronoa Zoro and his three stupid swords and his three stupid earrings. He was the most lumbering, bullheaded oaf you’d ever had the displeasure of engaging with.

He’d been a ridiculously good kisser. Now you hated him even more.

You locked yourself in your room for the next four hours, busying yourself with various tasks whilst simultaneously seething over Zoro. It wasn’t even that he’d done anything specifically to you in the past. You just—didn’t get along, really. He was irritating, and stupid, and always tried to solve his problems with a blade rather than attempting to use his wits. Not that he had any wits of any kind. He was—

He was, as you were starting to find out, kind of attractive. Which. Okay. You’d known his face was at least easy on the eyes, despite his personality and general attitude not retaining the same qualities. But this was an entirely unappreciated development.

Someone knocked on your door, snapping you out of your irritated haze. The sun had nearly set, a kiss of dusk coming in from outside as you shuffled over to the door. You yanked it open. “What—”

Zoro was standing in the doorway, arm propped against the side and keeping your door open even as you attempted to close it on him. “Roronoa.”

“You’re hiding,” Zoro said, a tinge of mirth just barely visible in his eyes. You glared at him.

“I am not.”

“Do you have to disagree with everything I say?” Zoro asked. He was still wearing his swords even now, though he’d dressed down as the hour grew late. “You skipped dinner.”

“Leave me alone,” you muttered.

Zoro took that as an invitation to step fully into the room. “I told the rest of the crew about the marines,” he said, and you flinched. “Not about that. Just that we got away. Nami wants to leave tomorrow evening now, so we’ll be busy.”

You stared at him, suspicious right from the start. “And you care enough to tell me? Did someone put you up to this?”

Zoro stiffened. “I just thought you might want to know.”

Your eyes narrowed. He looked as normal as ever—face blank, leaving no expression to be seen. But his muscles were tenser than usual, and the veins running up his arm were prominent, like his hand was tightened into a fist where it hid away in his pocket. “You have ulterior motives.”

“You’re so annoying,” Zoro muttered, but he didn’t budge. You scoffed.

“What, are you here to admit that you were wrong and my plan really did get us away from the marines?” you asked, voice sugary sweet as you riled him up. His jaw clenched, a vein tracing up his neck bulging with the pressure. “You don’t need to inflate my ego—”

Zoro moved across the room swiftly, and you stumbled back in surprise as he pinned you to the wall, hand tight around your arm. Your words died in your throat as his lips sealed over yours with a bruising kiss. His fingers dug into the skin of your bicep—tight, but not tight enough to hurt.

“I don’t need to inflate your ego,” Zoro snapped, finishing your sentence from where it’d died on your lips. “You do that enough yourself.”

You stared at him, the tingle of his lips still left as an afterthought on your mouth. “If you’re going to make out with me, take your fucking swords off.”

Zoro barely suppressed an eye roll, hands working at his belt to slide his holsters off from his hip. “What’s your problem with them?”

“I think your emotional dependency on a bunch of oversized butter knifes—”

Zoro’s head jerked up, eyes dark when they met yours. “Don’t call them that.”

You couldn’t resist the quip off your tongue. “You asked.”

Zoro slowly made his way across the room again, steps careful and languid as he moved closer. “I take it back,” he said, voice a near whisper, every word crisp on his tongue. You shivered.

This time, you expected it when he kissed you. He wasn’t careful with it, and you didn’t want it any other way—your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, tugging him down closer to you. It got aggressive quick, his fingers coming down to clutch your waist, one of your hands tight around the locks of his hair as you pried open his mouth with your tongue.

Neither of you complied easily, both trying to get the better of the other. Zoro’s tongue forced itself into your mouth before you tugged on his lower lip with teeth. Both his hands came to wrap around your waist, now, hoisting you up and onto your hanging bed in the center of the room. His fingers dug in hard enough to leave bruises.

Zoro abandoned your mouth in favor of your neck, biting open-mouthed kisses into your jawline before moving down your jugular. Each one was more hasty than the last, wet and warm with licks of tongue and scrapes of teeth. You didn’t bother moving to give him better access—he had to do that himself, a large hand coming to rest on the back of your skull and pulling your head back to bare the rest of your neck to him. You heard him mutter something in Japanese—probably some obscenity, which pleased you more than you’d like to admit.

His kisses stopped at the hinge of your neck and shoulder, Zoro pausing to lean over and work his fingers up your spine. They danced over the clasp of your shirt, and you had to choke back a wry laugh, surprised. “I thought the Demon just took what he wanted,” you murmured.

Zoro didn’t seem to like that. He started unfastening the buttons going down the back of your top. “At least I was polite enough to ask,” he muttered.

“Just take my clothes off already,” you said, and he stopped his work, leaning back to glare into your eyes. You let out an annoyed sigh, and he rolled his eyes, going back to what he’d been doing. “Are we going to talk about it?” you asked, eyeing Zoro’s chest in front of you.

You pressed a kiss to his neck, sucking at the skin before grazing it ever-so-slightly with your teeth. His throat hitched under your mouth.

“Nope,” he grunted, finally unclasping the last button and pulling your top over your head. Since you didn’t have an issue with that arrangement, you didn’t say anything, even as Zoro practically shoved you flat on your back.

“Rude,” you muttered. Zoro didn’t bother apologizing; he just leaned down to take your breast in his mouth, tongue circling around your nipple. You weren’t fast enough to suppress your gasp this time—a point in Zoro’s favor then, one you allowed with a bitter taste on your tongue. Zoro’s mouth formed a smile against your skin. You brought your knee up between his legs, shoving into his crotch in retaliation.

“Stop,” Zoro hissed, the consonants of the words brushing across your skin when he spoke. You ignored him, and he let out a groan, hand clamping around your thigh to keep you from moving. “Do you have to be such a brat?”

“I am not a brat.” You hooked your ankle around his, causing him to slip from where he lay suspended above you, mouths mashing in another too-aggressive facsimile of a kiss. “You’re just a gigantic manwhore with an overinflated ego.”

“You did not just call me—” You shut him up with another kiss, teeth digging deep into the inner gums of his lip. You ran your hands up the sides of Zoro’s figure, trying your hardest to ignore the stiff muscles of his ribcage. He wasn’t that well-built. He wasn’t even that attractive, you tried to convince yourself. Still, you found the buttons of his shirt, trying to unfasten them quicker than Zoro had with yours.

One of them caught, and Zoro had the audacity to laugh. You grumbled something incoherent under your breath, tugging his shirt off all the way and tossing it somewhere behind you. “Shut up.”

“You’ve been the one complaining this entire time,” Zoro replied easily. He leaned down, tugging at your trousers to pull them off, pressing sloppy kisses down your torso now. You resisted the urge to say something in response, knowing it would just give him the satisfaction of being right. Were your points tied now? You couldn’t remember.

Zoro had pulled your pants down to your knees by now, and you kicked them off all the way, watching as he pushed them off the bed and leaned down to work at the inward slope of your hip. You shivered, legs trembling as you felt your core grow tight, the cloth of your underwear already wet with anticipation. Seeing the ever-steadying tent in Zoro’s pants made you feel just a little bit better, and you were nice enough to let a stuttering moan out as his tongue licked down to the band of your panties.

He pulled your underwear all the way off, then, but to your distaste completely ignored your fully exposed core to unbutton his own pants instead. “I hate you,” you muttered.

Zoro stopped in the middle of what he was doing, pants halfway down his thighs and length already out. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, voice careful—you could still hear the mocking tone beyond the coolness of his voice, though, and your jaw clenched in irritation. “Did you want something?”

“Yeah, for you to shut the fuck up.” You pushed yourself up by the elbows, grabbing one of Zoro’s arms and yanking him down onto the mattress. You used both hands to strip him of the last of his clothes—God, his legs were long—before returning to press your own open-mouthed bruises along his neck. His hips bucked up against yours, insistently chasing any friction, but you tightened a grip on his thigh to get him to stop. “Give me a second.”

“I don’t like that I’m suddenly under you,” Zoro said drily, and you could feel the words as they formed in his throat, still biting hickeys into his skin. You rolled your eyes, lips disconnecting from skin with a dull pop.

“Deal with it, Roronoa. I’m not moving.” With that, you finally reached down to coax his legs apart, hovering your core over his hips as you lined your entrance up with his length.

There was an audible hitch of breath on Zoro’s part as you sunk onto him. Point.

One of his hands tangled in your hair when you started moving, the other coming to press on the small of your back as you worked yourself up and down around him. For the complaining he’d done about the position, he didn’t seem so bothered about it, pulling you into a rough kiss.

You bit back with force, breath escaping you as your hips bucked against Zoro’s. The wet pool in your lower belly only grew stronger with every thrust, pressure building up inside of you as Zoro’s tongue ran across your teeth. You moaned freely now, too lost in the daze of your pleasure to remember to be annoying. Evidently Zoro felt the same way—he swallowed every one of your gasps up, grunting as you pulsed around him.

Your hips stuttered, thigh muscles contracting with the effort as you clenched down on Zoro. Still, you pushed through even as your muscles started to tire, encouraged by the deep, throaty sounds that escaped Zoro's lips between each kiss. He was big, filling you up damn near wholeheartedly, the crevices inside of you seeming to mould to his skin as you worked yourself on him.

Zoro started moving against you, and you gasped as his angle changed, somehow reaching farther in your body and causing tingles to erupt all along your skin. Your mind buzzed as he thrust into you with renewed vigor, core pulsing as you felt yourself come closer and closer to the edge.

You came all at once, teeth biting down in Zoro’s mouth before you parted from him. You let out a gasping moan, attempting to toss your head back as stars burst across your vision. Zoro’s hand in your hair dragged you back into a kiss, though; this one was slower, less teeth this time, like him coming had lessened the urge to bite.

Your movements slowed, coming to rest against Zoro’s skin, warm and—although you wouldn’t say so out loud—almost comfortable. His hand hadn’t budged from where it was pressed against your lower back, holding you tight to him.

There was a sticky wetness spreading fast by your thighs, and you grimaced, lifting yourself off of Zoro and rolling beside him on your back in one fluid motion. He stifled a groan at the movement, clearly irritated at the fact you hadn’t given any warning.

You lay there, breath heaving, rising out your high and making no move to touch the man laying by your side.

After you’d regained some of your dignity, you sat up, eyes narrowing at Zoro. “Get off my bed.”

Zoro gave you an exasperated look, but he didn’t argue; he just climbed off your bed, retrieving his clothes from where you’d tossed them about the room. He donned them slowly, like he had all the time in the world. Your eyes traced along his figure while he did, and you only felt sort of annoyed by it.

“I still hate you,” you snapped, after he’d finished changing. Zoro just scoffed, picking up his swords and slinging them across one shoulder. You could see a bruise purpling by his neck. At least you’d done damage.

“Fine by me,” he replied, straightening his shirt and giving you a look—not quite irritated, not quite sarcastic. “Dinner’s still waiting for you.”

You glared at his back as he opened the door to your bedroom. “Get lost, Roronoa,” you said, and that was that.

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nicksolemnlyswears · 1 year ago

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WELCOME HOME

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pairing: opla!mihawk x reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+, swearing, smut, slight knife play, oral (female receiving), p in v, slight breeding kink

a/n: i got carried away with the fluff at the end. as much as i love smut i also love some domestic ass fluff which is very clear here lol.

i started this a while ago but got busy and only managed to finish it today! next up i’ve got buggy. i actually have two ideas for him. both have smut but the premise is so different lol. let’s just say one has a prominent daddy kink.

this might be very ooc! mihawk, again i’ve only watched the live action. i would like to start the anime but those 1,000 episodes are intimidating to say the least.

Working for the Marines proved to be useful for Mihawk. His bounty was canceled, and he got to travel and get up to shenanigans that would otherwise bring him trouble.

Mihawk gets to strike pirate after pirate, which benefits him greatly. It gives him the opportunity to search for the one meant to surpass him while getting paid. No one has come close to beating him yet.

After another tedious mission, Mihawk returns home. He opens the grand doors of his castle and leaves his hat and coat by the door. He silently goes deep into the castle and into his bedroom, unhooking Yoru from his back and placing it by the bed.

He removes his boots and pants while keeping his eyes on the figure sprawled on the bed. His dear wife sleeps peacefully on her stomach, her hair casting a halo on the white pillows.

He tries his hardest not to wake you, but you groggily open your eyes as he lays on the bed. He stares back at you apologetically, kissing the back of your head.

"You're back," you sigh, closing your eyes again. Your muscles relax when you see it's your husband who has returned from his latest mission.

Normally, you'd greet him much more enthusiastically. However, the sky outside is still a deep shade of blue, the stars twinkling brightly to shine some light on the otherwise dark room. And you have had a long, exhausting day that is pulling you back to sleep.

"Just got back," he responds softly. His eyes trace over your exposed figure. It's a warm summer night if the sheets crumpled by the end of the bed are any indication.

He was away longer than he expected. It's times like these that he resents his agreement with the Marines. He will resent anything that keeps you away from him. He would take you with him if your circumstances were different, but it's too dangerous.

You suddenly feel his touch on your back, but pay him no mind as sleep threatens to take you away once more. Mihawk traces your exposed skin with his small blade Kogatana. He likes seeing two of his priced possessions in his grasp.

He'd never dare cut you with it. That's reserved for his enemies. Enemies who would be scared by the mere sight of Mihawk, but you simply melt under his gaze without a worry in the world. The touch of the cold blade familiar and comforting.

"Don't you dare cut through my clothes again, Mihawk," you suddenly threaten when he glides the blade over your night dress. You might be safe from the sharpness of his blades, but your clothes never are.

"Or what?" he asks, lifting your silky nightgown with the blade. Just a bit more tension, and it will cut through the fabric. There's an unmistakable smile on his handsome face.

"Fuck around and find out," you groan, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. Deep down, you know you're not getting any rest anytime soon. Mihawk is clearly in a particular mood.

"Is this how you receive me? With empty threats?" Mihawk teases you. He follows it with a "Tsk, I expected more from you."

"My love, it's four in the morning. My brain isn't working properly, but rest assured it'll come up with something by morning," you huff, burying your face on the pillow.

"I'm dying to find out what you come up with. In the meantime, I'll fuck around." Mihawk says with a tone that warns you he's up to no good.

In an instant, you hear the blade ripping through the material of your nightgown. The cut is clean and precise, exposing your skin to the room's humid air.

"Mihawk!" You groan, annoyed but far from surprised. Another piece of clothing ruined by Kogatana. Add it to the tally.

"Screaming my name already? I've barely touched you," Mihawk chuckles, amused at his joke. He traces his lips down your spine, pressing kisses along the curve of your back.

"Idiot…" you mumble with a small grin. You prop yourself up on your elbows, still on your stomach, looking at your husband over your shoulder.

"All yours, darling," he responds cheekily, biting down on your exposed ass cheek.

"Hey!" You giggle, wiggling under his hold. Mihawk pins you down with his body as he comes back up.

Mihawk brushes your hair over one of your shoulders to dig his head into the crook of your neck, kissing your pulse point. You smile at this, having missed his touch like the familiar scrape of his beard on your skin.

Mihawk gives you enough space to turn around in his grasp. You cup his face and say, "I missed you. A few more days and I would've gone out in search of you." Your thumbs mindlessly rub over his jaw. No matter how much he cuts through your clothes, you love him.

Your actions bring him comfort as he leans into your touch, "My apologies. Will you allow me to make it up to you?"

You pretend to think as he stares you down. His gaze is soft and loving and filled with playfulness. Playfulness that is reserved only for you. "It's the least you can do," you finally respond, touching his lips.

Mihawk closes the gap in an instant, kissing you senseless. He groans into the kiss as he deepens it, his tongue swiping your lips to gain entrance. He grabs your thigh, wrapping it around his waist to have you closer.

Your arms wrap around his back, scratching his skin with your nails as you pull yourself closer. Mihawk's hand comes up to your chest, pulling on the tattered fabric of your nightgown, successfully throwing it somewhere in the room.

"Don't forget you owe me another nightgown," you breathe as Mihawk kisses down your body.

"And a blouse, a skirt, a dress, and many the undergarments. But who is keeping track?" Mihawk says. He's settled between your thighs, placing open-mouthed kisses down your soft stomach.

You prop yourself up to watch him delve lower and lower down your body. He searches for your gaze when he reaches your mound, where he places a small kiss. "I'd much prefer you sleep naked. We can sleep skin to skin."

You smile and shake your head at him, biting your lip in anticipation. "What of the nights you're gone?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Mihawk's strong hands grasp your thighs, pulling them open. Maintaining eye contact, he traces his lips over the inside of your thighs, not quite kissing them. His facial hair tickles you and leaves goosebumps in its wake.

Not one to lose an argument, he responds, "More of a reason to stay naked. Makes it easier to touch yourself while you think of me," he purrs. You feel his breath where you need him most.

As you open your mouth to reply with a snarky comment, Mihawk takes his chance. His tongue licks up your slit, tasting you for the first time in weeks.

"Ohh."

Mihawk eats you out like a starved man lost at sea for months. His tongue licks and flicks over your clit repeatedly as his lips wrap around it to suck. You fall back on the bed with your fingers digging into his curls, pulling on them. It only spurs him on as his hips involuntarily thrust into the mattress. Pleasing you turns him on.

"I missed this cunt," he lewdly moans as he kisses the inside of your thigh, lightly biting the area.

"Mihawk," you whine, turning red-faced by his crude words.

He mimics your tone, saying your name. Your ankle digs into his back in response. He's far from hurt as he laughs into your thigh. Having had a taste, he slows it down, taking his time. Enjoying everything about you.

He spreads your lips apart, exposing your pink center to him. Strings of arousal cover you, giving your cunt a pretty sheen. You're easily embarrassed by Mihawk's actions, but your whines do nothing to stop him.

"Fucking beautiful," he purrs, thumb circling over your exposed clit.

Your fingers card through his curls, pulling them back to watch his lustful expression. No one has ever made you feel as desired as Mihawk has.

Soft breaths fall from you as you feel Mihawk's warm tongue gather the slick from your entrance. He gets lost in his pleasure as his fingers dig into your thighs. Obscene wet noises coming from his mouth, mixing with the staccato of your moans.

Each flick of his tongue gets you higher and higher, your tummy tensing under the weight of the pleasure. You whine as you get closer to your peak, small warnings Mihawk doesn't need as he's learned what each of your tells are. He's adamant about making you cum on his tongue.

It's a matter of time until he feels your legs squeezing his head and your hips bucking into him. Your back arching follows soon after as a loud cry escapes your lips.

Mihawk licks his lips, satisfied, as he pulls slightly away from you. The twitching of your cunt is not missed by his hawk eyes. He presses his palm against your center, easing you down from your high.

He crawls back up your body, kissing your nipples on his way up. You swat him away gently, feeling sensitive.

"My beautiful wife," he says once he's face to face. In his eyes, you're the most beautiful woman in the world. Your skin shines prettily with the afterglow of an orgasm.

"What's gotten into you?" You giggle, giving him exactly what he was looking for. Your smile.

"Can't a man miss his wife?" He asks, nudging your cheek with his nose as he sporadically leaves kisses on your face.

He did miss you, but he's also extremely pussydrunk. Going down on you does as much to him as it does to you, judging by the hard on pressing against your lower stomach.

"He can..." You smile, wrapping your arms around him to caress his back. "Just how much did you miss me?"

You feel his laugh in your ear as he catches your suggestive tone. Nonetheless, he whispers, "I missed you like the sun and moon miss each other."

"You're cheesy," you say, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him flush against you. His cock is between the two of you, a bead of pre dripping onto your skin.

"Don't tell anyone. Or else my reputation be ruined." Mihawk says, pressing his forehead against yours.

"It's our secret," you whisper in response with a kiss on his waiting lips.

Hiking your leg further up his body Mihawk lines himself up and pushes his cock into you. You gasp into the kiss as he fills you up until he bottoms out.

He always starts slow. The drag of your walls against his cock is a memory he never wishes to forget. He swears your cunt feels better each time he has the pleasure of being buried inside you.

His thrusts are slow but deep. He keeps a hand on your leg that's hiked up around his waist while he holds himself up with the other. The way you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes is his favorite sight in the whole wide world. Your soft gasps and cries are a symphony of their own, especially mixed with his own.

His slower pace only lasts so long as he gets lost in the way your cunt chokes his cock. He wants more. He needs more.

His resolve quickly disappears as he picks himself up to kneel on the bed. He easily pulls you closer as you slide down the bed with a yelp. His cock always inside of you.

Mihawk presses your legs up to your chest, grabbing a discarded pillow to place under your ass.

"Much better," he mutters as his hips buck against you tentatively.

"Yeah, 'cause you're not the one folded in half," you begin saying as he snaps his hips, which turns into a moan. The new angle brings tears to your eyes. The tip of his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

"Don't deny it. You like when I manhandle you," he gruffs, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He further presses against the back of your thighs as he looks down when you both meet. His cock wet with both of your juices.

"I'm. Not." You pant between each one of his jerks. You leave it at that, closing your eyes to focus on the sparks of pleasure.

This is Mihawk's favorite position just because of the visual standpoint. He's in total control and gets to gauge your body's reactions.

Your scrunched up eyes as you concentrate on following your release. The biting of your lips to try and remain quiet, yet whimpers betray you. Your chest bouncing pulls him into another trance as he watches your skin blushing and your nipples hardening.

Your eyes squint open as you bring your hand down to your lower abdomen, where you say, "Feel you right here, Mihawk."

Mihawk mutters a curse under his breath. He places his hand on top of yours and asks, "Want me to cum right here too, darling?"

His moves become sharper and more precise as he bullies that spot inside you. "yes. yes. yes. Fill me up, my love," you cry out.

It's all becoming too much for you. You bring your arm up to bite on it and muffle your moans, but he still manages to coax out your voice. Your moans remain a secret in the night, heard only by Mihawk.

It's fucking glorious the way your cunt squeezes his cock when you reach your climax. The rhythmic pulses of your high urging him to continue pushing into you. You try to push him away to get him to go slower, your hands only managing to caress his abdomen before he pins them down.

He is in total control. He just needs a bit more from you. You can take it. You've done it before. Your legs shake both in exhaustion and rapture. His pace is steady as he feeds into that feeling that tightens his balls.

His hands turn to lace his fingers through yours. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room. With hooded eyes, you watch your husband in all his glory. Trickles of sweat fall down his strong chest, and his curls are a mess atop his head. It all makes him look like a work of art.

Once more, the familiar sensation of pure euphoria washes over you, and it's enough to push Mihawk to reach that place as well. He stills inside you, his hands squeezing yours as he empties himself inside you, just like he promised.

With your hands on his hold, he brings them to his lips to kiss your palms. He follows the path down your arm until he buries his head on your shoulder. He lies there, almost crushing you under his weight, breathing you in. You wrap your arms around him, enjoying the closeness and rubbing your hands up and down his muscular back, rubbing the spots with the most tension from carrying Yoru around.

You talk in hushed whispers as you gain back your energy. It's a hard task, considering you were woken up in the middle of the night, and Mihawk probably hasn't slept in more than 24 hours.

Hours later, you feel the hard patter of footsteps nearing your bedroom. You sit up, preparing yourself despite Mihawk's heavy arm threatening to pull you back down into his embrace.

The door to your bedroom is slammed open with a bang barely second after you manage to slip on your robe.

"Wake up, wake up, it's morning!" Your loud, curly-haired boys scream as they run around the room with wooden swords.

"What's all this ruckus about?" Mihawk groans. Both boys freeze, noticing the other figure sitting up on the bed, "Papa!"

"There are my brats," Mihawk huffs as they let the swords clatter to the ground to climb the bed and throw themselves at him, "I missed the two of you," he says, hugging them and kissing their heads.

You stare lovingly at the scene in front of you. The twins were a result of your honeymoon with Mihawk. Fruits of your love, if you will.

The five-year-olds are the spitting image of their father. Kind reminders of him whenever Mihawk has to go out on a mission.

"Missed you too, Papa."

"I want some snuggles, too!" You exclaim, grabbing the twin closest to you and placing him on your lap to kiss and snuggle. He squirms and laughs as you tickle his belly.

The twins celebrate their dad's back as they cling and climb over him. You let them do as they please, considering it has been you who they've clung to for the past couple of weeks.

"Mama is sick," one of them blurts out to Mihawk, causing you to freeze.

"Mhm, Mama called the doctor to make her better!" The other echoes as you pull him to your lap to shush him.

Mihawk narrows his eyes at you as he listens to the twins ramble. You throw him a sheepish smile and quickly look down at your son, brushing his unruly curls to avoid his gaze.

"Well, Papa is home now. I'll take good care of Mama," Mihawk reassures them. "Why don't the two of you go to the kitchen and gather the ingredients for your favorite?'

"Really?" They ask in unison with excited smiles.

"Absolutely," Mihawk says just as excited, ushering the boys out of the room. As soon as they run out, he turns to you with a raised eyebrow, "Not that I'm a doctor, but you didn't seem sick a while ago."

"I didn't?" You ask incredulously, standing from the bed to sit on the vanity.

Mihawk follows you, knowing you're trying to avoid the conversation. He calls your name, kneeling down on the floor by your seat. "Why did you call the doctor?"

You sigh, mustering the courage to tell him the news. You face him as he settles between your legs. He grabs your hand and places a kiss on the back of it, giving you the courage to tell him.

"We're having another baby," you smile at him, squeezing his hand.

"You're happy?" Mihawk is ecstatic, to say the least, but he recognizes how hard your pregnancy with the twins had been. So, he toned it down for the moment.

"I'm happy," you nod, allowing him the joy of having another kid. It's been six years, and you're ready for another baby. Besides, the boys are growing up so fast that they aren't babies anymore.

Mihawk hugs you from his kneeling position, digging his head into your stomach, "You think we'll have a girl?"

"I have my fingers crossed. There's too much testosterone in this castle. One thing is for sure though, it's the last one," you tell him, kissing his head.

"Come on, darling. We have more space for two or three more..."

You roll your eyes at him and gently push him away, reminding him he has two hyperactive boys downstairs waiting for him.

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ageingfangirl2 · 1 year ago

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Tell Me Your Fantasy! Mihawk (OPLA)

SMUT! After a few glasses of wine Mihawk asks you what your fantasy is. You Jokingly tell him mirror sex not thinking much about it, until he surprises you and makes your fantasy a reality. SMUT! Mihawk x Reader (Female)

After a long day of training, you relax in the kitchen, sitting at the counter and watching Mihawk prepare dinner. Your body was sore from the intense regime he was putting you through, but slowly you were seeing improvement. The hefty amount of wine you'd consumed helped numb the pain. You were a new bounty hunter who'd crossed paths with the warlord two months ago on a random island, he saw potential and decided to help improve your stamina, agility, stealth and swordsmanship. That's how you ended up on his island being trained by him.

'I was impressed with your nimbleness, now you're thinking more of your surroundings and how to use them to get an advantage on your target instead of running head-on into a fight,' Mihawk comments casually in his usual monotone voice.

You smile into your wine glass, 'I still need to work on my stamina though when going against bigger opponents. Any ideas?'

Mihawk hums and flips something in the pan in front of him, 'I have a few ideas. I have a question for you and I want an honest answer.'

You sip your wine, 'ask away.'

He takes the pan off the stove and turns to face you. Without his hat and jacket he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt looking more casual but still intimidating, 'what's a fantasy of yours? I believe in rewarding a good job.'

You spit the wine in your mouth back into the glass, earning you a disgusted look from Mihawk, 'err...are you joking?'

His pupils darken, 'I don't joke about this kind of thing. I want to reward you and its clear we need to break the obvious sexual tension between us.'

You didn't want to bring up your impure thoughts about the man in front of you. You thought the tension was one-sided but you were shocked he felt the same. Of course, he was blunt in confronting you but you didn't actually believe he would follow through with your request.

You bite your lip, 'Hmm...watching myself get fucked in front of a mirror. Does that count?'

'Interesting,' Mihawk states, tapping his fingers on the counter behind him, 'now let us eat dinner.'

TWO DAYS LATER

You were getting ready for bed, slipping on an oversized night shirt when someone knocked on your bedroom door.

'Coming,' you call out, walking barefoot across the cold stone floor wishing you'd put socks on.

Opening the door you see Mihawk on the other side wearing his usual leather pants and white shirt, 'come with me!' he demands and walks away down the hallway.

'What the hell...' you mumble and quickly follow after the man confused.

He enters a room and you pause at the threshold realising it was his bedroom. You take a deep breath and step inside, feeling excited, nervous and a little scared, 'what's going on Mihawk?'

The room was gothic, and lavish but also simply furnished, kind of what you expected. Mihawk motions for you to close the door behind you, and you jump seeing yourself reflecting in a full length mirror on the back of the door.

'Beautiful, isn't it darling? It will be an even more beautiful sight with your naked,' Mihawk chuckles behind you, and over your shoulder in the mirror he stalks towards you something dark and hungry behind his eyes, 'strip for me!' he growls.

You hastily unbutton the shirt and let it fall to the floor leaving you naked, feeling very much like prey and putty in Mihawk's hands. All you can do is hold your breath as you watch him tie your hair up with a black ribbon before leaning close to your ear and smirking.

'I like to have something to hold onto, and to make sure you actually watch yourself get fucked in the mirror by me,' he whispers, breath hot against your skin compared to the cold temperature in the room which made your whole body shiver and tense.

You hear him unzip his trousers, but before you can turn your head to look one of his hands comes down on your ass hard, 'keep your eyes on the mirror darling,' he tuts.

You stare at yourself as you clearly hear him rubbing his dick, and without thinking you bring one of your hands down and start to finger your clit, letting out the breath you'd been holding, 'fuck--' you gasp.

'Stunning,' Mihawk compliments, 'so eager.'

His other arm snakes around your waist while he nudges your legs further apart with his knee, stopping rubbing himself to bring his other hand up to your breasts which he kneads and pinches your hardened nipples pulling moans and gasps from you as you watch yourself come undone in the mirror, 'please Mihawk...fuck me...' you beg.

His eyes trail down your body lustfully, 'since you asked so nicely darling. Let's practice your stamina.'

You didn't know what to expect size-wise as he bent you over, forcing you to put your hands on the mirror to steady yourself as he grasped the ponytail roughly.

'SHIT!' you scream, as his tip pressed against your folds already knowing he was larger than you expected or had taken in the past.

He slaps your ass again before pushing himself inside you, 'be a good girl and take all of me,' he coos.

Before you can adjust he starts to pound in and out of you, your eyes rolling a little in your head but still managing to watch yourself in the mirror, watching how your body reacted and how turned on it made you, 'hmm...yes...' you gasp.

Mihawk was watching you, and when you locked eyes and moaned his name, he started to finger you, 'I want to see you dripping darling, dripping for me,' he taunts.

Pleasure and pain wash over you at the same time, as your walls clench around him and you feel yourself coming undone, 'please...I want to cum...'

'Just this once because you asked nicely,' he laughs, mocking your lack of control, and relishing how quickly he got you off.

It was exhilarating watching yourself cum and buck your hips against his moaning and gasping. Maybe you should have tried mirror sex a long time ago, 'mmm...thank you...'

Mihawk removes his finger from your clit and while still pounding into you slaps your ass a couple more times, 'I'm not even close yet darling, we still have the whole night ahead of us and you haven't experienced the mirror above the bed yet,' he grunts.

You quickly lose track of time as he continues his assault, eventually cumming inside you, and in turn, it pulled another orgasm from you watching the cum run down your thighs and legs just like he said would happen. You lose track of how many times the two of you got off, your stamina being tested and it was safe to say the sexual tension had vanished. You wondered what other fantasies the swordsman could make a reality.

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honeyshiddendesire · 10 months ago

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Princess Hair

SUMMARY:

You're the single mom who lives next door, always giving her daughter's hair the most extravagant styles that makes your neighbor's daughter sad. So being the doting father he was he couldn't help but knock on your door early one morning after many failed attempts to recreate even a simple ponytail. Being the kind woman you are though you welcome them with no problem. Finally giving his daughter the princess hair of her dreams he can't help but want to do a favor for you in return.

#one piece #one piece smut #honeys works 🍯#honeys polls 🍯#one piece x female reader #captain eustass kid #red haired shanks x female reader #red haired shanks #mihawk one piece #benn beckman one piece #one piece donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar law x reader #smoker one piece

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vermillyons · 3 months ago

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gonna be thinking about this really good female reader x mihawk smut fic i read. it deserves more comments and kudos!

“What can I get you?” And then Mihawk says your name. “I’m sorry?” It’s not an apology, really. Surely you’ve just misheard. But he repeats himself. His tone suggests he does not do this often, and it’s in your best interest to avoid asking him to do so again. Instead, you do it for him, responding with your own name. His, you know, as everyone in this bar does, but how he knows who you are is a mystery. “I’ve been told you’re the best place for drink on this side of the Grand Line, bunny. Two seats from the right, bartender with the pretty eyes.”

it’s a one-shot with good build-up to the smut. the character interactions between mihawk and reader are fun. im fond of how the fic portrays mihawk’s bluntness and intensity. there are also these small, unspoken gestures he does that i find very sweet.

“horny, scared, and intrigued” is a good way of summing up reader’s feelings and honestly that’s the best kind of mihawk x reader fic imo.

#mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #op smut #op x reader #one piece x reader #x reader #reader insert #post.talk

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buggysangel17 · 1 year ago

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The Winds of the Sea Masterlist

Summary: For he was the greatest swordsman, and she was the greatest weaponry. He was the man infamously called as the Hawk Eyes, and she was called Amihan. They were married, more due to circumstance and necessity instead of love. But as times goes by, who would have ever thought that it was the winds of the sea that could bring them closer together than any of them would come to realize. Characters: Dracule Mihawk x Wife!Female Reader (Amihan). Warnings: AU. Mostly Crack! Fics. Smut. Canon Typical Violence. Mostly Fluff. Some Angst.

Note: The One-Shots are arranged in chronological order of the story.

The Bride of A Warlord

Dissolution

Meet the Cross Guild

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hhighkey · 8 months ago

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Decode // Chapter Three, Dried Flowers

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female reader)

Rating: mature

Story Contains: live action characters, related and non-related one piece plots, unspecified religion, OC is a nun on sabbatical, trauma, violence, age gap (40 v 23), insecurities and self doubts, possessive / protective behavior, kidnapping, true loves, eventual smut

Note: WOW its been awhile I am so sorry

Masterlist

SEVEN YEARS AGO

The sounds of pattering feet against ivory tile echoed in the empty halls of the Saint Mana Monastery- a line of veiled nuns walked towards the temple. Angelic chimes rang through the air from the chilled breeze. Soft murmurs of prayers left the lips of bowed heads that never wavered formation.

A year had gone by since Sabine's father shipped her off. How her hands still shook with anger when she thought of him- his hideous face with the larger than life mustache. A weak, pathetic man who cared for nothing more than himself and booze to hold him over another day. Oh how she prayed at night he'd receive his karma, or wonder if he already had. As her head bowed and her breathing quick, she felt herself grow angry thinking about him.

The shining midday sun glittered through stained glass in the temple- an expansive room with little pews for the nuns knelt on the cold tile floor. Dressings dragged as perfect rows in front an altar formed. Prayers, both in silence and echoing unison, rang out over the monotonous hour. Like a choir of singing angels existed in the holiness as glittering colored light shone, chimes and lovely words alike breathing life into stale air.

Each day was of strict routine, monotonous repetitions asides the holy day of Sundays. Early mornings causing early nights. Constant prayers and studying. Chores. Prayers again. Then little alone time which caused little individuality to flourish between sisters; a purposeful thing, intended to create to create pliable female worshipers,

Before 'silence time' however, there was a waiting stack of dishes needed to be ready for dinner.

Which was how Sabine found herself in the kitchens with other girls her age. Her eyes had grown heavy with each passing minute. Her brain all foggy from a restless sleep and racing thoughts that felt like a knife stabbing her chest over and over. This wasn't what she saw her life being at sixteen– washing dishes in a neat assembly line with water all splattered on a nun's habit she wore each day. The closet of her room was filled with dozens of the same fabrics, it seemed.

Normally one for conversation when able, it was quickly noticed when she wasn't partaking. Sabine looked at each plate she rinsed as if it were the devil, glaring eyes and pursed lips.

"What about you Sister Mary Sabine?"

Sabine's head jerked to look towards the other girls assigned to dish duty, whose eyes bore into her, "Huh? Sorry, wasn't listening."

"What would you want out of life if you weren't a nun? Sister Mary Ellen says she'd work in a brothel! Can you believe it?"

"We all want what we can't have," Another Sister said, "Life of temptation always seems so fun."

"So, what about it Sabine?" Continued interrogation from the ever-chatty blonde, Sister Anna Lea.

"Yeah, what's your deepest darkest desire?"

Sabine stopped, held the sopping wet plate in hand as she hummed to herself for a moment. She didn't want to say the first thing that popped into her head but she couldn't think of anything better to say-

"I want a husband," Sabine then said with a dreamy look in her eye, "Someone who meets me and knows I'm the one. I don't care about having kids, I just want to be loved and in love."

A few snickers followed her reply but most hummed in an agreement of solidarity, "Genuine question, why do priests and cardinals get to marry but not us? Sexist that we have to marry ourselves to the Father."

The group of girls Sabine spent her time with were of like age- teens to young twenties, most hadn't taken permanent vows like herself. So it was no surprise their talk turned to gossip about outdated ways. As much as Sabine agreed she tried to never engage even inadvertently, you never know who's listening, and she preferred to bide her time with her head down. Good behavior, as if she were a prisoner waiting for an early release.

"Ladies."

As if on cue— The matriarch, the most feared one of the elder nuns who sat on top, stood in the doorway hands on her hips. Most girls had shocked, wide eyes as they stammered apologies or turned back to their duties.

Sabine could only shake her head, feeling nostalgic thinking about a life she'd probably never have. Daydreaming as the hours ticked by, her stomach filling with butterflies and chest tightening as she thought about scenarios of loving encounters with a man.

It was 9:00PM when an intrusive knock jolted her and her dorm-mate, Sister Therese Sienna, up from their beds. Half-awake they looked at each other before Sienna crept to the wooden door. Their room was small and plain, not expected of two teenage girls. Peeling white walls with crosses hung on each surface. Simple wooden wardrobes and a centerpiece rug. Windows that had to be glued stuck, with pilling curtains covering them.

Sabine rubbed her eyes as she looked around, shifting in the primarily uncomfortable bed, "Who is it?"

Sienna, with a huff, opened the door revealing Sisters Anna and Lea, "Oh the chatty squad is here,"

"Don't be like that," Lea shrugged, "You two aren't asleep."

"Neither are you two?"

The two uninvited visitors pushed their way in, with Lea marching proudly to Sabine's bed side to strip her of her covers. She recoiled from the sudden chill in the air and attempted to shield herself.

"Get dressed, we have plans."

"Plans we didn't agree to," Sabine murmured, grabbing a lone shawl across the chair at her bedside. Yet she wasn’t willing to sit this out, not the way Lea had a smug confident look on her face.

Neither of them were fond of the idea of being out past curfew, especially without an in depth explanation. Only by the light of oil lamps and scattered candles could they move about, footsteps echoing in the cavernous monastery halls. They were like little scurrying mice, constantly looking over their shoulders and around corners, fearful. But growing in certainty as they entered a more desolate area of the monastery.

"Oh hurry up," Lea spat under the moonlight that streamed through a cracked window as they hurried by it.

"You're being ridiculous."

An eerie silence amidst their footsteps as they descended an older flight of creaking wooden stairs, made Sabine internally cringe. This wing of the monastery was creepy. Old. Worn down. Probably disease ridden in the air they breathed. Old paintings that collected dust amongst the broken cement walls, doors boarded up, and relics discarded haphazardly.

Rumors said a prior cardinal died here after performing a ritual, or an exorcism, the stories are different depending who speaks them. That afterwards series of misfortunate events began to take place, sudden deaths and great grievances that would plague their church for years. After a nun took her own life in the tower, it was officially regarded as dangerous for use and locked up. But all locks could be broken.

Sabine felt unsettled. A pit in her stomach made her more on edge than past times they’d snuck into the abandoned ward. It felt like the eyes of the people in the paintings followed their every move with starch judgment, it filled her with shame. But the adrenaline to have say over her life that was unjustly ripped from her, was too tantalizing to say no to.

“Good, we’re all here.” An older girl with long blonde hair spoke as they all formed a circle in a dimly lit room. It was further down than Sabine had been before, no windows and the air was heavy and moist. Her pulse began to hike.

Thin papers with messy scrawl were passed around. Eight girls in total were present around scattered petals that gleamed a color unknown to her. And eight goblets of burgundy wine were handed out next.

“All of you are girls that have shown interest in men, disdain for the unjust rules thrusted upon women in our situations. Women in this world in general. I found an old book, which appears ancient and during my time studying it, I have found a ritual that when done correctly, will bring you to your true love during your lifetime. That someone is meant for us all but there is no guarantee to meet them.” The blonde said in a serious tone, a fire behind her words that had Sabine hanging on to each one.

“How.. Will we know? If we meet them.” A Sister asked.

“It says- you just know. That it’s like your world changes, that you don’t think you’ll be able to survive without the person, that it’s more than love, that they compliment you, cherish you, protect you. It may be foolish, may not work, but there should be no downsides to doing the ritual. Harmless to try it right? Especially on the off chance it is real.”

Murmurs sound. Sabine knows she’ll do it. Not a bone in her body willed her to leave. It seemed all the Sisters were in agreement, that the ensuring possibility of meeting your soulmate through a ritual made perfect sense. What was there to lose besides never crossing paths with them?

Or they all knew it was a form of child’s play. A fun little thing to do as girls who wanted something more than the Sisterhood. Their way of rebelling.

“Now do what the papers say, we’ll all speak together.”

Sabine bent down to gather the flower petals into one hand, the other holding the directions the older girl wrote out. Her fingers trembled.

"I cast this circle of flowers round, in calling for a love meant for me, to find me."

She sprinkled the delicate petals in a circle in front of her. She felt chills run down her spine, a disheveling cold gust she swore was her imagination.

"Forever will my true love bind.”

Next each girl drank their goblet of stale communion wine, the raunchy taste making Sabine shudder. Was it stupid to feel anew? A fluttering in her chest as her extremities tingle in and out of numbness. The tips of her fingers down to her toes, up to her head tickled in a glittering daze and immobilization while she stood stuck staring at the circle she made.

At sixteen she didn’t have the capabilities of forethought or critical thinking beyond that of her generalized life experience. How foolish to smile like an idiot as she made sure every drop of the wine was drained. The girls were all too giddy. Definitely too loud with their giggles and conversations that would have normally had a matriarch descending on them like a hawk. But feet below the surface in a desolate room of an abandoned wing, they were undisturbed to gossip through the night.

PRESENT

"Father, please help Zoro through this storm. Provide him the strength and courage to conquer this obstacle. I put my trust and submit my ways unto you to seek help for his battle. Amen." Sabine's mouth was dry as she spoke, hardly above a whisper. Tears stung her bloodshot eyes as a faint throbbing numbed her face.

Seeing him like that— all clammy, skin as if he'd see a ghost. Bandages peeking from his shirt where a pink tinge of dried blood stained as a reminder of what'd taken place. Sabine, in such a short amount of time, had grown fond- protective in her own way- over the crew. All younger than her, so she perceived them as her dear kids in a sense.

"Why do you feel so bad?" Nami whispered, a cold tone masked behind the question, "I went to leave, to leave the crew. And you feel guilty because you'd been flirting with that Warlord?" The redhead frowned, seemingly answering her own thoughts in her mind as her eyes widened, "Oh- cause you haven't experienced-"

Sabine held her hand up, signaling for Nami to stop, "I think I'd surprise you. It's not necessarily guilt, I don't quite know what it is really. Responsibility maybe? Or the fact I've spent hours listening to those who want to be saved, and act like I'm some saint? Maybe this is all I can do to offer help."

"I think I'd surprise you too." Nami shuffled in place.

"I don't think you would. I can tell from your far away gazes and survival skills. I know you're hiding something." Normally Sabine wouldn't talk out of turn like she just did. Taught to always nod in understanding, listen intently while carefully thinking through a response. Taught to never interrogate but gently lead in the direction they point.

"What are you profiling me? I'm not some drunkard, abusive marine stumbling into a church to repent."

"I never said that," Nami was right with her implications, Sabine needn't play her role as a nun with them. And she wasn't with her harsher than normal words as this was what she felt was a final chance to intervene. Nami was bubbling up, "Maybe hiding wasn't the best word to use. I know from experience when there's more to a story. I'm not judging, nor am I asking you to share. But we're all supposed to be a crew, yeah?"

If Sabine could see Nami's face from where she stood with her back turned, grand line map in hand, Sabine would see the troubled tears in her friend's lash line. And she'd see how Nami's moment of pain fell to a blank stare, determination suddenly dancing in her eyes.

Sabine frowned as Nami left, her footsteps echoing as they sounded further and further away. She let out a heavy sigh, chest deflating as her shoulders slouched. Guilt about how harsh she'd been, but nevertheless she wanted to speak her mind.

Her legs screamed from soreness as she stood, carefully moving closer to Zoro's sleeping form. Standing over him, she let her fingertips graze over his clammy skin. She wiped the sweat from his brow-line with her thumb, reaching for a cold moist towel that rested on his left bicep.

"Oh Zoro," Sabine whispered, "You kids are just too much to handle sometimes I swear." Not that she was much older than them, almost five years she thinks. A smile cracked on her lips about how Usopp never failed to mention her elderly age.

The reality of it all wasn't that Sabine nor Nami were inherently evil due to pieces of themselves they kept hidden. It only further justified how complicated life is— how complicated people are.

Sudden commotion, beyond what Sabine was told to expect, made her hesitantly leave Zoro and head to the Going Merry's deck. Her heart palpitated in her chest with each slow step, hand gliding along the walls for any sort of balance. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears as the banging intensified like muddled water swirling. Crouching down, looking over the bannister, her stomach sank.

Hand clamped over her mouth to silence herself,

"No!" She still managed to stifle out watching Arlong toss Luffy into the sea. Quick relief washed over her as Sanji jumped into the sea to go after him immediately. Splashes of torrent aqua blue. Technicolor drowning within her chest like trying to scream underwater. But curiosity shimmered in Sabine's eyes as she watched Nami leave with the fishmen.

But as much as Sabine wanted to be shocked or angry like others of the crew— she wasn't. A level of understanding grew in her chest as the minutes went on allowing her time to think. Little growing vines crept into her head as she recalled Nami's words and body language alike. Arlong would have torn the ship apart to find the map- would have torn Sabine and a recovering Zoro to pieces after taking down Luffy, she was sure. So Sabine stayed quiet even as Zoro woke and the others shared their uncertain opinions— she knew Nami did it to protect them. That she'd been right to assume the younger girl was nursing a secret. A searing sensation made her gasp, as her legs gave out, causing her to go down onto the ship’s deck. She clawed at her chest, at the clothes that adorned her and covered the necklace hidden beneath.

On the dainty chain was the ring. Mihawk’s ring. Why it felt as if it burned her skin she did not know. The suffocating sea air swirling into her nostrils and intoxicating her mind with its musk and scents from the restaurant.

It was a gorgeous piece. Sabine could not tear her gaze from it as she studied it. Too large for any of her fingers. Eclectic yet manly, clearly worth more berry than her life would ever be. Truly, it was a piece of him. She could recount the deep vibrations of his voice settled within her core, how his calloused fingers bruised along her skin. And how his lips were on her forehead. She could feel it. Feel his intense aura that warmed her insides like it was wrapping her in an all encompassing, protective blanket, to keep the outside world from laying a finger on her.

Terror instilled itself, this wasn’t supposed to be happening to her! Close encounters with death. Pirates. Life itself! She should have stayed locked up in her isolated palace that was the monastery.

But then Sabine realized something. That the terror she felt was from her thoughts. Thoughts that leaving her Sisterhood was the path she needed to take. And that was terrifying, the thought of giving up what was comfortable. All this time sailing with the crew and she wasn’t any closer to coming to a decision, not until meeting Mihawk.

posted: july 12 2024

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sexydoffyman · 2 years ago

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ONE PIECE MASTER LIST

requests nsfw alphabet

male reader - M

female reader - F

gender neutral reader - GN

fluff

smut

romance

angst

Comedy

Gore

Monkey D. Luffy

KISSES AND GIGGLES M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

DYSMORPHIA M

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

YOU FELT SO MUCH PAIN BEFORE YOUR DEATH M/GN/F

SENSITIVE F

GETTING BRUISED F

Roronoa Zoro

DYSMORPHIA M

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

SENSITIVE F

GETTING BRUISED F

Portgas D. Ace

MY SWEET BOY M

TEASING TILL HIS BREAKING POINT M

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/F/GN

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

Nico Robin

ROBIN'S PLEASURE F

NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

Nami

NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M

NAMI X TRANS-FEM READER F

Vivi Nefertari

NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M

Donquixote Rosinante

MALE READER X CORAZON M

SECRET AGENT HUH? M

AUTISTIC READER HCS GN/M/F

Sabo

SABO NSFW ALPHABET (U) M/F

SABO HCS M/F/GN

SABO CAN'T STOP TALKING GN/M/F

Sanji

SANJI WITH FTM READER HEADCANNONS M

THE LADYS LOVE F

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/F/GN

SANJI'S HEART'S STRUGGLE GN/F/M

YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS M

NEEDY BOY M

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

SENSITIVE F

GETTING BRUISED F

Shanks

NIGHT TALKS M/F/GN

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

ANGERED F

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS M

Benn Beckmann

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

ARGUMENT GN/F/M

Yasopp

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

Lucky Roux

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

Charlotte Katakuri

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/GN/F

STRONG WIFE F

THE SAME FACE GN/F/M

UNKNOWINGLY A PROTECTOR GN/F/M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

STARING GN/F/M

PIANIST F

SHE'S NOT SO WEAK F

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

DRY HUMPING GN/F/M

A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M

BEGGING F

STEAMY TIME M

Smoker

S/O CAN BE ANGRY GN/F/M

SICK S/O GN/F/M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

PIANIST F

A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M

Tashigi

S/O CAN BE ANGRY GN/F/M

SICK S/O GN/F/M

Vinsmoke Yonji

PURE FILTH F/GN/M

Sir Crocodile

LAUGHS AND FIGHTS M/GN/F

Usopp

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

Trafalgar D. Water Law

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

LIKE A PUPPET F

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

Kuzan Aokiji

COMFORT MAN F

Donquixote Doflamingo

DOFLAMINGO X VIRGIN M!READER M

LIKE A PUPPET F

Dracule Mihawk

FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS M

Kumadori

NSFW ALPHABET FOR KUMADORI GN/F/M

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short-honey-badger · 29 days ago

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Hi. I saw people sending you requests so I'm gonna try my luck. Can you write soulmate au or A/B/O MiSham x reader? 💗

Hello love! I'm so sorry this took a bit to get out! It's short and sweet, but I wanted to keep this first part more fluff than smut this time around. Anywhere, I really hope you enjoy!

Wine, Mint, and Leather

Pairings! Misham x Female Reader

Warnings! Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics are used. Alpha Shamrock and Omega Mihawk and Reader!

Masterlist for Shamrock-> HERE

The scents that lingered in the air have Shamrock stalling, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in the air. There were omegas about, and while the other gender usually didn't affect the god knight, these two did. The stronger of the two scents smelt like a fine wine, a subtle fruitiness that made his mouth well up with saliva. The other complemented the first, delightfully mint that made his alpha instincts sing in response.

Shamrock turned on his heel, barking orders at his subordinates to continue to their destination, before he sucked in another deep breath and followed the scents. He dipped down alleyways and side roads until he came upon a hole in the wall bar where the scent of wine and mint were the strongest. They are so strong, so overwhelming that Shamrock feels his own scent leak out in response to them, leathery with a hint of steel that mingled perfectly with the omegas.

It wasn't unheard of for an alpha to be drawn to more than one omegas, but it was a rarity nonetheless. It came as a surprise to him that he of all people would even be drawn to an omega, but he supposed the world worked in mysterious ways.

Shamrock pushes the door open, finding the bar dark and awash with a multitude of scents, all coiling tightly against one another. He shifts through them until he can pinpoint the two that had drawn him here in the first place. He shifts through the crowds of patrons and, at the back of the bar, finds exactly who he is looking for.

He recognizes one of them. The make is tall with perfectly groomed facial hair, deep, ringed golden eyes, and an open coat that showed off lean muscles and olive skin. The other was a woman, all soft skin and gentle curves. You were curled into the other omega's side, a teasing smile on your lips as you whispered in Dracule Mihawk's ear. Shamrock watched the male omega huff and slid his eyes down to meet yours, hand curling along your jaw before he drew you in for a kiss.

Shamrock had never wanted something so badly in his entire life. His cock throbbed in his pants at the sight, eyes going wide, and he found himself waltzing forward without thinking, wanting, no needing, to be closer to the two omegas. He isn't prepared for them to turn as one and look at him, their eyes burning with knowing interest.

“Finally,” the smaller omega scoffs, and Shamrock gulps, eyes going a little wide when you soften, giving him a smile, “It's about time you showed up.

Mihawk eyes him, his face impassive, but his scent curls out and around Shamrock, welcoming the alpha that now stands at the edge of their table.

“We've been waiting for you,” Mihawk murmurs and dips his head at the chair beside you. Shamrock's rear end parks there without a second thought, mind, and body thoroughly consumed by the two omegas before him. His nose is stuffed full with the smell of wine and mint, so focused and entranced that the world disappears around him.

“Waiting for me?”

The question is soft, the redhead feeling out of his element and off kilter. He usually would never show such doubt, such uncertainty, but Shamrock has never been affected like he is now.

“Mhm, we could scent you before you even made landfall,” you murmur, and offer your wrist, smiling when the alpha snaps it up with a gentle hand, “Our missing half.”

Shamrock raises your hand to his face, nose pressing into the small scent gland that sits just under your flesh. He breathes deep, eyes shuttering when your scent assaults his nose, and feels every fiber of his being relaxed like he’s sunk into a warm bath. Gently, he pulls the omega closer, and you happily stand so that he can take your seat, humming in delight when Mihawk slides an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap.

The alpha is thankful that this bar is dark, and the spot that his omegas have chosen is shadowed and tucked away from everyone else, giving the three of you enough privacy that Shamrock doesn't feel like he is exposed. Now that he is closer to Mihawk, the older man offers his own wrist, and the redhead gladly takes the offer, inhaling the delicate scent of fruity wine. Having the two of you so close is heady, and Shamrock never wanted to leave.

“Alpha,” you coo and shivers cascade down Shamrock's back. He cracks his eyes open and finds you peering at him with a pout on your lips, “Your turn.”

Blinking, he cocked his head, confused. His muddled mind wasn't sure what the smaller omega meant, though his confusion cleared when you reached forward with your free hand, delicate fingers wrapping around his wrist and gently tugging it toward your face. A rumbling grumble escaped from his chest when you pressed your face against his scent gland, eyes going heavy and arousal shooting up his spine when you pressed your lips against his flesh.

You sigh at the scent of your alpha. He smells like fine leather with a hint of sea salt, the perfect compliment to your and Mihawk's more delicate omega pheromoans. You can't help but flick your tongue out to taste the heady scent, a shiver running up your spine when the alpha rumbles across from you at your teasing.

“You'll send him into a rut if you aren't careful, my love,” Mihawk murmurs and you feel the arm around your waist tighten, though when you pull away from your alpha, and look at the other omega, you find that his golden eyes have darkened into molten lava. You give him a cheeky grin and then let go of the thick wrist of your alpha, allowing him to pull his hand back, though it doesn't go far. You watch Shamrock rest his hand against Mihawk's knee, fingers curling possessively.

“We should leave,” Shamrock rumbles and flicks his burgundy eyes, meeting your own and Mihawk's, “I do not wish for anyone to see us like this, and I want to scent both of you properly.”

The thought of having this powerful man run those big hands and soft lips along every sensitive inch of your flesh makes you hum in delight. Mihawk makes a sound of interest behind you, lips tugging up in a smile so slight that one would miss it if they weren't looking.

“My ship is docked in the harbor. We can go there,” the former warlord says and pats the side of your thigh, signaling for you to hop up out of his lap. You do some reluctantly but are swiftly scooped up by the redhead when he stands, the alpha holding you against his chest as he follows Mihawk out of the bar and back to the shore. Anticipation burns in his stomach, for while he had not expected to find not one, but two omegas on this random island, Shamrock is glad that he did.

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molllsprple · 1 year ago

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Strictly business

Part 1

Well howdy.

This is my first ever written piece of fan fiction so I welcome constructive criticism, but please be kind 🥹 I tried by best.

I am simply a thirsty girl indulging in her mihawk fantasies.

Pairing: Female reader x Mihawk

Description: Sometimes the line between business and pleasure can get a little blurry.

Rating/warnings: Explicit 15+ (Swearing, injury detail, may get smutty in later chapters) Mihawk is a bit of an ass, who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut in later chapters, stubborn mihawk, stubborn reader, no use of y/n.

The life of an assassin can be rough, and somewhat lonely sometimes. Although, you didn’t mind the solitude so much.

You had been roaming the streets from a very young age since becoming an orphan, and you were grateful for the skills and tricks that you had picked up along the way.

You had learnt to be invisible, silent, and deadly if it came down to it. You could handle yourself, and rarely had to rely upon others.

You liked it that way.

Berry was hard to come by as a child, but as you grew older you found ways of making a living, and being the contracted assassin for a certain warlord was one of them.

It was for this reason that you were currently scaling the side of his coffin shaped vessel to retrieve the fruits of your labour.

Silently, you slipped through the opening of one of the windows, feet meeting the ground without a sound. Inaudibly, you moved through the ship in search of its captain.

Peeking around the doorframe of his quarters, you finally caught sight of the warlord in question—back turned, wine glass in hand.

Typical. you thought with an eye roll.

He was seemingly oblivious to your presence, and so you took the opportunity to scowl into the back of his head a little longer.

“You took your time” Mihawk sighed, tone low and uninterested as he remained with his back to you.

You pouted underneath the mask that was covering your face, as you realised that you had been discovered. It pissed you off that you could never sneak up on him.

“I thought something might have happened to you, it’s been two weeks” he continued, taking another sip from his wine glass, voice lacking in concern.

“That asshole gave me the run around for five whole days before I could find him. Maybe you should get your own hands dirty if you want it done any quicker.” You retaliated, emerging from the shadow of the doorway and into the centre of the room.

With that, mihawk slowly turned his body around to face you, his golden eyes meeting your own.

If looks could kill.

The look he gave was soul piercing, and it made your hair stand on end with a mix of adrenaline and something primal pooling in the pit of your stomach. It gave you a strange thrill, antagonising someone so dangerous.

Maybe if he didn’t possess the arrogance that came with being the worlds best swordsman, you might consider him attractive.

The angular structure of his jawline, and the way his beard was so carefully groomed to complement it.

The annoyingly perfect dark curls peaking out from under his hat.

The hard contours of pure muscle that his shirt tried so poorly to disguise.

Shit. So maybe he was nice to look at.

But you weren’t here to ogle the warlord, you were here for his deep pockets.

You agreed to help him with the large bounties assigned by the marines in exchange for a generous cut. These bounties were only for the most skilled and damn right crazy pirate hunters, but they brought along a hefty pay check, more than you could ever imagine of making on your own.

Most of the missions he assigned were just track and retrieve, meaning you only had to get intel to pass back to mihawk, aiding in their capture. Only rarely would you have to engage with the bounty, which you were thankful for as these were some of the most dangerous pirates sailing the seas.

“This one is on Karai Bari island. It looks like he works alone so it should be an easy catch.” You said, as you ignored the daggers he was sending your way, sliding the bounty poster onto the desk in front of him.

Beneath the hard expression his face was sporting, you noticed that his eyes were dull and lacked their usual vigor. There were slight bags beginning to form underneath them—Had he not been sleeping?

Mihawk’s back straightened, as his eagle eyes flicked down to the piece of paper.

Without a word he reached below the desk and flung a bag of berry onto the table with his usual flare of sass.

“Good” was all he uttered in response, shifting his imposing form to face away from you once again, continuing whatever it was he was so occupied with before you interrupted.

You picked up the bag, and started towards the door assuming that was the end of your incredibly enthralling conversation.

“Be safe on your travels”

Mihawk’s words stopped you in your tracks, taken aback by the sudden and unusual expression of concern.

Just as you were about to turn your head, he continued.

“It would be an awful inconvenience for me to have to come after you if you got into any trouble”

There it was. The true intent of his words.

“Prick” you muttered under your breath before disappearing into the night.

Mihawk downed the rest of his wine glass to stop the corners of his mouth from curling up into a grin.

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Well shit.

This was bad… Really bad.

You were in the process of trailing your current bounty, lacking the knowledge that he had already clocked onto your presence.

As you turned down the next alleyway you were met with the static silhouette of your target facing back at you.

As your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness they widened in horror, realising that he was wielding a pistol initially obscured from sight by the dimness of the back passage.

By then it was too late.

You heard the gun fire before you even had chance to reach for your knife.

Unbelieving, you dropped your head to affirm your worst fears.

He had shot you in the leg.

Your mask did nothing to muffle the shrill scream of agony that was ripped from your lungs, as your hand instinctively moved to shield your wound.

The man simply let out a huff of laughter before bolting off in the opposite direction. He clearly didn’t see you as enough of a threat to waste time finishing you off.

You tore off a piece of material from your shirt to use as a bandage, and patched yourself up as best as you could with shaky hands.

Stumbling, you set off back in the direction of the harbour.

Thankfully, there was no one around this time of night, as everyone was either asleep or down the local bar spending their life savings on getting royally inebriated.

Finally, the bobbing flagships in the harbour came into view, as you just about threw yourself onto the dock.

You were almost there. You could see the ship, you just had to move—why.. weren’t you moving?

By now blood was streaming from the lesion on your leg, and your sight was beginning to blur.

If I just…one foot..in front of..the other.

Finally, you began to move forward again, only it wasn’t your legs that were in motion, it was your body falling like a sandbag onto the wooden planks of the dock.

Then everything faded into darkness.

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You slipped in and out of consciousness briefly over the next hour, each time catching snippets of words spoken by a low, honey toned voice, each fragment sounding more desperate than the last.

“Careless girl, look what you’ve gone and done”…

“You’re lucky I was docked on the same island”

“I told you to be careful….why d-“….

“Can you hear me?….. hey, you need to stay awake”…..

“you can’t die on me now, I haven’t—“….

You looked around through the narrow slit of your eyes to try and make out who the voice belonged to.

Your brain was foggy and you felt as if you were drunk, room spinning at a hundred miles an hour.

Dark hair, broad shoulders.

Your eye lashes fluttered as you continued to observe the figure looming over you. Pale skin, soft yellow eyes….mmm…Hot?

Regrettably, you were not aware that you vocalised that last thought.

Far off somewhere in your mind, you formed the vague notion that it was amusing how you were thirsting over this alluring stranger in your dying moments.

That was until the familiar scent of wine and musk surrounded you as your body was consumed by sleep once more.

Part 2

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