#one piece mihawk

[handsareterrifying]

❤️‍🔥Fire. Literally.

They say he suffered a great betrayal.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

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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[moussofshroom]

cookies

[writingoddess1125]

Too Much or Too Little

Buggy x GN Reader

Mihawk X GN Reader

Fun Fun Spicy Times~ Starting the new year off with some Spice!

Buggy

18+ Content Down Below!

Must be 18+ to Read!

Warnings: Overstimulation, Orgasm denial, Dom/Sub, Drug use, DubCon

Too Much-

“Bu- ngh!— Much!,” you moaned shakily, your legs trembling as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks. Your thighs sticky and bruised from the harsh hand prints on them-

A cackle seemed to echo from the cause of your broken state.

Buggy smirked down at you, Having not stopped this entire time as he plowed into you- His hands detached from your legs a few rounds ago and now keep your wrist pinned down by his floating hands when you had tried to pull away from his thrust to stop the onslaught of pleasure.

The asshole hadn't even bothered to strip himself all the way when he started to fuck you like a beast- having said he got a fun new drink he wanted to test out with you a few hours ago when you'd first walked into his quarters.

You should have known by the look in this clown bastards eyes when he tipped back a little blue vile past his teeth and smirked at you with a knowing gleam.

"Eh?~ What was that Doll?"

The Captain all but purred, Rolling his hips into you deeper- Watching your face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure, Your legs now shaking from the overstimulation.

You let out a loud cry, his throbbing cock brutalized your insides with each harsh thrust making your head spin, your back arching with unsteady mewls as a string of babbling cries falling past your lips paired with chopped remains of Buggy's name that seemed to boost his inflated ego.

"That's It~ I wanna see you cum again"

The Bluettee growled as he hips began to speed up, Grunting as he trusted deeper- Hissing as he shot another load into your truthfully beyond stuffed hole.

A silent scream ripping through your throat then- specks of white filling your vision as you felt another title wave of a orgasm wash over your battered form. Your body twitching and shaking as the painful high settled through you again- it leaving you a mess of sore muscles and you sure your hole a ruined mess.

You felt Buggy hands leave yours- a wash of relief hitting you as you thought he'd had enough- that maybe you could rest- Till you felt those same evil hands holding under your legs and bring your knees painfully to your chest- Wide eyed you see Buggy almost crazed look in his eyes.

"Let's see if we can get you to come a 9th time!~"

Mihawk

Too Little-

Mihawk calmly read his book, One hand lazily turning the pages as the other held a wine glass he held to his lips occasionally- Ignoring you desperately riding his clothed thigh, Whimpering and moaning in desperation to try and chase your orgasm.

You weren't sure what you'd done or didn't do- however for the last hour you'd been subjected to Mihawk cruel actions.

He had you stark naked, seated on his thigh and told you if you wanted to cum-

You were doing it on your own.

Mihawk glancing up from his book occasionally watching your face- flushed with tears and Biting your own lip to the point of bruising them.

You wanted it- You were feeling like your body was on fire, Every muscle sore and tender from how long you'd been riding him.

His hands lightning fast to catch your hands before they could go down to chase your relief. His wine glass now discarded on the table next to him, gripping your hands tightly- His soiled leg jotting up harshly crushing your sex painfully against him making you cry out.

"N-No Please please!"

A desperate broken sobs leaving your throat as you clung to Mihawk shirt, pressing your face against his neck as you cried wanting your release that had once again been ripped from you.

"P-Please Please! I wanna cum Mihawk please~!"

Your hips shaking as Mihawk easily pinning your form with such ease- Making so you couldn't ride for your orgasm, and having you a mess on him. Making the sensation of pleasure die just enough for you to be stuck in limbo.

Mihawk gave a hint of a smirk, Setting his book to the side again as he released your hands- his golden gaze locking onto your own watery eyes, pleading for that release.

"Start again-"

[albinocat22]

I had a stupid AU I thought up in my head about two years ago but never executed ( I don't write and I'm terrible with portraying personality ) where Sanji is taken in by Zeff as it happens in the series. But just as Sanji is getting used to his new home, something comes along and destroys the Baratie. And Mihawk, traveling through the East Blue for whatever Mihawky things he does, finds what was left of the restaurant. Taking the assumption nobody survived at first, he finds a young Sanji still alive amongst the rubble.

I think the general idea I had was having Sanji accompany Mihawk until they reached the nearest port, where Sanji would figure it out from there but of course going sideways and well damn, now Mihawk has a brat to raise while trying to keep him safe and away from the public eye because Sanji doesn't want to go. It'd basically focus on Sanji growing up under Mihawk instead of Zeff and how It'd change some things about him.

He'd still meet the strawhats, but it'd be way in the future and probably after the Marineford War, where Zoro would be the first Strawhat he directly gets to meet ( He'd hear about them here and there )

[fresh-riss]

WIP

I love this autistic man uwu

[bookloover35]

A Quiet Morning at Kuraigana Island- Mihawk x fem reader.

The morning sunlight filtered gently through the windows of Mihawk's castle on Kuraigana Island, casting golden streaks across the room. You sat at the dining table, absently running your hand over the swell of your stomach, a soft smile on your lips. The quiet sounds of the forest outside mingled with the occasional clink of Mihawk's teacup as he sipped his usual morning brew.

Your husband, Dracule Mihawk, was as composed as ever, seated at the head of the table with his piercing yellow eyes scanning over a book. The air around him radiated an effortless elegance, even in his relaxed state.

From the hallway, a sudden giggle erupted, and you looked up just in time to see your young son, about four years old, burst into the room. His tiny frame was nearly swallowed up by Mihawk's iconic black hat, the brim dipping so low it obscured his eyes.

"Look, Papa!" he exclaimed, his small hands clutching the sides of the oversized hat to keep it steady. "I'm the strongest swordsman in the world!"

Mihawk's lips quirked upward in the faintest of smiles—rare and reserved for family moments like this. "Are you now?" he asked, closing his book and resting his chin on his hand.

You chuckled, watching your son waddle around the room with exaggerated seriousness, the hat wobbling precariously with every step. "Careful, sweetheart," you said, trying to suppress a laugh. "That hat is older than you are."

"It's heavier than it looks!" your son declared, struggling to tilt his head back to see. He picked up a stick he'd found somewhere in the castle and began mimicking Mihawk's sword swings, though his balance was far from steady.

Mihawk stood, moving with his usual grace, and crouched to your son's level. Gently, he adjusted the hat so it sat more securely on the boy's small head. "A swordsman must always respect his tools," Mihawk said, his tone both instructional and kind. "Even when they are borrowed."

Your son nodded solemnly, his bright eyes full of admiration for his father. "I'll take good care of it, I promise!"

Mihawk straightened, turning to you with a look of fond amusement. "He's determined," he said, his deep voice tinged with pride.

"Just like his father," you replied with a teasing smile, leaning back in your chair.

As you watched your son continue his playful display, a soft kick from within your belly drew your attention. You placed a hand on your growing bump, your heart swelling with warmth. Mihawk's gaze followed, and for a moment, the world seemed to still as he regarded you with that rare tenderness he reserved for you and only you.

"You're overworking yourself," he murmured, stepping closer.

"I'm fine, Mihawk," you assured him, though you appreciated his concern. "Besides, I couldn't miss this."

He rested a hand lightly on your shoulder, his thumb brushing over your skin in a silent gesture of affection. "You're carrying my heir," he said, his voice low and firm. "I'll handle the boy's antics."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "And let you have all the fun? Not a chance."

Before he could respond, your son's triumphant voice cut through the room. "Mama, look! Papa, watch me!" He attempted a clumsy spin, the hat slipping forward and falling to the ground with a soft thud.

Mihawk picked up the hat, dusting it off with care before placing it back on its stand. "Enough," he said, though his tone held no real sternness. "The hat is not a toy."

Your son pouted but quickly brightened when Mihawk ruffled his hair. "When you're older," Mihawk added, "we'll see if you're ready for it."

As the boy beamed at the promise, you leaned back with a sigh, contentment settling over you. Despite Mihawk's intimidating reputation, moments like these reminded you of the man behind the title—the husband, the father, and the protector of your family.

With your son's laughter ringing through the castle, and Mihawk's steady presence by your side, you knew there was no place in the world you'd rather be.

[majubengel]

One Piece final battle

poorly drawn extra:

[jei-rifni]

Need I say more

[moonbaby26]

Artist: Citromiel on X

I feel you, Crocy. Just give in and accept yourself as you are. I did. 😩

Bird named/themed One Piece characters I am crushing on or have had a crush on:

Doflamingo (flamingo)

Mihawk (hawk)

Aokiji (pheasant)

Marco (phoenix)

Robin (…robin 😅)

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Versus non bird related:

Loki (If he turned up as some kind of mythical bird zoan I would lose my shit 🤣)

[kimboltart]

More One Piece animal Au with some of the warlords.

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[starzshark]

happy birthday king🎉🙏

more goth fam😈🎉‼️

[captain-astors]

Glory in bloodshed

[ratsiclesss]

i'm gonna post this on twt so i guess I'll put it here too

[as-i-watch]

Usopp is that one drunk friend that spends the whole party adopting random people into the group

In this case a sea warlord but still

[lucdoodle]

"Shanks' lost love, I wonder what they're like"