#mihawk your boyfriend is not a chair

[feldmanshome]

They have an important conversation.

#mihawk your boyfriend is not a chair #crocodile YOUR BOYFRIEND is not an ashtray BTW #but they r mine so i still like them #one piece #dracule mihawk #crocodile #crochawk #crocodile x mihawk #mihawk x crocodile

[alisonwritesimagines]

I Just Wanna Know You Better Now ~LA! Mihawk Imagine~

Summary: You meet Mihawk for the first time and he is not what you expect.

Author’s Note: I was gonna upload this yesterday but my boyfriend's alarm woke me up and put me in a bad mood.

Based in my Enchanted series

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: mentions of killing, fluff

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

The village was small. Not what Mihawk was expecting to find the quarry that Vice Admiral Garp told him to kill. He walked around the village before settling to find information about you at a bar.

“What can I get you?” The lady working the bar asked as she approached him.

“Red wine if you have it,” he tells her.

“One glass coming up,” she tells him before pouring a drink for him.

“Do you know anywhere I can find someone named Y/n L/n?” Mihawk asked.

“Don’t know who you’re talking about. Never heard anyone by that name here.”

Mihawk could tell that she was lying. But she seemed calm about it so he wouldn’t press onto it.

“Alright. No worries. I just had a message to deliver to her from someone,” Mihawk said. The woman nodded before walking away to clean the bar more.

Mihawk paid for his drink before walking out of the bar. He headed to the outer part of the village where he saw a small house and a woman in the garden. He got closer and saw that it was you based on the description Vice Admiral Garp gave to him. Though he was a little surprise with your aura.

“You don’t seem like someone who can harm a fly."

He watched as you turned around to look at him. Mihawk couldn’t deny that you were beautiful.

“I can hurt a fly. Don’t think I’m good at harming anyone else,” you tell him as you stood up. Your arms are crossed defensively but Mihawk had no intention of hurting you anymore.

“I see.”

“I know who you are so what do you want?” You asked him. A bold one, Mihawk thought to himself.

“I was sent to kill you but in all honesty, I don’t think I can kill you. You’re too beautiful to be killed,” Mihawk tells you.

“Who sent you to kill me?” You asked worriedly as you took a step back.

“Not to worry now. I don't have any intentions to kill you anymore," he tells you. Truthfully, Mihawk would be more upset if anyone hurt you. Even if he did meet you just now.

“Then why are you still here?” You questioned.

“I'm curious to see why someone would send me to go after you,” Mihawk tells you as he took a step forward.

“Feel free to stay. Just to tell you, it's going to be quite boring,” you tell him before picking up your basket.

“Allow me,” Mihawk said as he walked over and grabbed the basket from your hands.

“It’s not that heavy,” you pointed out.

“No. But how else am I to make you to start trusting me?” Mihawk asked.

“By not killing me.”

“I will do no honor in killing you,” Mihawk said.

Mihawk sat on a chair as he watched you sort out your fruits and vegetables in your kitchen. It felt awkward knowing a famous warlord was watching you sort out the food you picked from your garden.

“How long do you plan on staying?” You asked.

“Until I’m needed elsewhere,” Mihawk answered truthfully.

“Do you have a place to stay?” You asked him.

“Don’t worry about me darling. Just continue what you’re doing,” Mihawk tells you. You nodded before picking up the basket with the food you were going to sell.

“I’m heading to the market now. I don’t know if you want to join me or if you want to stay here,” you tell him.

“I’ll join you,” Mihawk tells you before joining you in the market.

You traded some fruits and vegetables for some meat before selling off the rest. Mihawk watched a close eye on you as he followed you around. Everyone was too scared to question the warlord behind you but he didn’t care. His main focus was you.

The next day, he showed up at your front door.

“Did you eat breakfast yet?” You asked him.

“Yes.”

“Okay. I need to go to my job and I don’t think a warlord is going to be comforting to the kids,” you tell him before grabbing your things to head into town.

Before, you would just only teach Luffy. But since the school needed a new teacher, you became the village’s teacher.

“I’ll walk with you then,” Mihawk offered.

“Okay.”

Mihawk took your bag in his hands before following you to the school.

“You don’t have to wait for me you know. I’ll be at the school for a while,” you tell him.

“Who’ll carry your bag then?” Mihawk asked.

“I’m not some helpless woman you know. I can carry my own bag,” you tell him. Mihawk just stared at you as you walked inside the school.

Mihawk didn’t do much as he waited for you. He did grab you some pastries from the bakery before heading back to the school to wait for you again.he could hear the people talk about seeing the warlord waiting by the school for the teacher. He didn’t mind for once.

“Did you wait the entire time?” You asked Mihawk after you finished saying bye to your last student.

“I wasn’t doing much anyway,” Mihawk tells you as he handed you the box of pastries. He took your bag again in exchange.

“Thank you,” you said as you looked up at him.

Mihawk gave you a nod before the two of you walked back to your home.

“No tending to the garden today?” Mihawk asked you.

“I will. I just need to prep for dinner tonight,” you tell him.

“Why don’t I tend to your garden?” Mihawk offered.

“You know how to garden?”

“I know my way around. Where’s your basket?”

“Um by the door.”

“Won’t be long,” Mihawk tells you before walking out.

As you cooked dinner, you accidentally touched the hot pan making you hiss in pain.

“Ow!”

You didn’t think Mihawk heard you until he rushed through the door with a full basket. He placed the basket on the table before he checked on you.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Just burned myself.”

Mihawk quickly grabbed your bucket of water before gently putting your finger in the cool liquid.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

"I made extras if you'd like. I got used to cooking for two," you tell him as you took your hand out and dry it with a towel.

“Was it for you and your past lover?” Mihawk asked. He noticed the ring dangling from a chain on your neck the moment he met you. But there were no signs of him anywhere in your home.

“Not really surprisingly. I used to take care of a little boy who used to live with me who had a bottomless stomach. He wanted to become a pirate so he set sail a year ago," you tell him.

“I see.”

“So, dinner?” You asked.

“Why not,” Mihawk said as he put his sword away.

Mihawk cleaned up before sitting with you at the table.

“I hope you like it,” you tell him. Mihawk took a bite of the food, nodding in approval afterwards.

“It’s good.”

“Thank you!”

“You should let me cook for you sometime,” Mihawk tells you.

“What kind of food do you cook?”

“Anything that can go well with red wine.”

“You like red wine?”

“I do. It’s a classical drink.”

“Maybe I’ll buy us a bottle and we can have a drink together,” you tell him.

“Or I can get it along with some other supplies for when I cook.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please. Let me cook for you next time.”

“Alright. Deal.”

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[realisticfanfictions]

Being Sanji's Girlfriend & Baratie's Head Waitress - Part 4.

Sanji x Waitress!Reader: Part One, Part Two, Part Three.

Working at Baratie wasn't without its challenges, and the fights that sprung up because of them weren't rare either. You and your boyfriend never sweated the small stuff, after all working in a high stress environment made you, well, stressed. But maybe some things can't be resolved that easily.

Tags: Sanji x Reader, Waitress!Reader, constant bickering, mostly fluff with some angst, (heavy) swearing.

A/N: Initially going into this, I was planning to have the fishmen come in and have the Mihawk fight, but it was a bit more important to set up some more character dynamics before I moved onto 5k words of action scenes. So here's a nice bit of LORE(tm) and a bit more about how Y/N thinks. Next part I promise is 100% action, and I can't wait to show ya'll what I've come up with for Y/N's weapon! It's so cool.

Word Count is 3,421. Hope you enjoy!

Tag list (comment to join!): @siriuslyblackonback @jvhoons

"So, you're really going to fight him?"

Zoro, not looking up from cleaning his swords, nodded. "It's my dream." He explained, observing the blades for any damage. After he challenged the swordsman, the next few things happened rather quickly. The scramble to get Luffy as if that'll somehow convince him to stand down, the captain instead supporting his first mate's goal, and Nami storming off upset. It all passed by in a blur, and now you were alone with Zoro in their ship.

You nodded and turned to look out of the porthole, observing the calm seas that rocked the boat. "I guess dreams are worth dying for." You sighed and leaned back in your chair. "Sucks you met Mihawk too early."

His jaw tightened, and set down his sword. "If I run now, I'll never become the world's greatest swordsman."

You hummed and watched him through the reflection on the glass. "Honour, huh?" You mused and nibbled on the tip of your thumb. "How ridiculous. You're just like Sanji, uncompromising."

"Don't compare me to that shitbag." He snapped and sheathed his sword, clicking it shut in its scabbard. "Speaking of, why are you with him?"

Confused by his words, you looked over at him. "What do you mean?"

"He cheats on you, doesn't he?" He questioned and turned to face you, leaning against the cabinet. "He seemed pretty friendly with Nami a couple hours ago."

You chuckled. "That's just Sanji. He's obsessed with women. It's more," You thought of the words. "It's like having a dog that you love and care for, and though you go up and pet other dogs, you don't abandon your own dog for some random one on the street."

Zoro's eyebrows raised. "You do realise you just called yourself a bitch, right?"

You rolled your eyes and flipped him off. "Shut up. He's just chivalrous, that's all."

"Well, I'd be watching him if I were you." He walked over, his long strides making it seem effortless to reach you. "Guys like that don't tend to keep only one dog."

You opened your mouth to retort, but shut it and stood chest to chest with him. "Just focus on not dying, alright?" His eyes squinted ever so slightly, and he leaned down close to you, gazing directly into your eyes. "What are you doing?"

He stares for a moment, and then straightens himself back up. "Nothing."

You quirked an eyebrow. "Alright, I'm going home to my boyfriend."

"Wasn't trying to make a move." He retorted and stepped aside, letting you walk past him. "(Y/N)?" You placed a hand on the door frame and turned. "Be careful."

You looked him up and down. "Try not to die."

Mihawk's eyes haunted you like a ghostly presence that you couldn't shake off. It was like you could feel those piercing eyes all over your body, every inch of skin was tainted and you hated it. You always have.

The door to you and Sanji's shared room creaked open, and you popped your head inside. You didn't know what to expect, but Sanji jolting himself upright on the chair that sat in the corner of your room wasn't exactly one of them. The door softly clicked closed behind you, and you slowly walked up to him, his eyes on you the entire time as you sat on his lap. You positioned yourself sideways and leaned your head against his chest, reveling in his warmth when he wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss against your scalp. Sanji's thumb rubbed circles in your thigh, more of an anxious gesture than anything, as he pressed many more kisses against your skin. You sighed and relaxed into him. "I may have overreacted." You started, ripping the band-aid off. "And I apologise."

He nodded. "Thank you for that. Sorry for not finding you sooner."

You shook your head against his chest. "I was drinking, you would've killed my buzz." You paused. "But I guess it was ruined anyway."

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

He stopped when you held up a hand. "I didn't mean you, Sanji." You opened your mouth, but couldn't find the words. Or rather, you found them, you just didn't want to share them. "A man came asking after our new chore boy."

You felt Sanji tense under you. "Are you okay?"

Mihawk's eyes restraining came to mind. "I'll be fine," You picked at a loose thread. "But Zoro won't."

Your boyfriend's hand stopped and pulled back to look you in the eye. "Zoro?"

"Luffy's friend, the guy with the swords. The idiot challenged him to a duel."

Sanji's head tilted. "Why?"

You let out a small sigh and untangled yourself from him, walking a couple feet to your dresser and pulling out a change of clothes. "Because they're idiots with a death wish." You said as you peeled off your top with a groan. "Fuck. Thank God I don't have work tomorrow."

He watched you for a moment as you shimmied out of your clothes and slipped into some pajamas. "Sweetheart, I'm not really comfortable with you drinking with pirates. I mean, it's a bit dangerous-"

You scoffed, pulling an oversized shirt over your head. "They're not pirates," You said as you tugged the shirt down, barely bothering to notice it was a gag shirt with an octopus on a bowl of rice. "Hell, they barely qualify as sailors." But when Sanji didn't respond, you paused. "Oh, you mean was I drinking with Zoro." You turned around to face him. He was leaning forwards in his chair, leg bouncing. You sighed and walked over to him. "He was just my drinking partner, and he's most likely going to die tomorrow." You run your hand through his blond locks. "It'll be fine. You don't have to worry."

"I'll have to trust you then." He said with a smile, then laughed when your gentle pat turned into a frantic scratch. "Hey! Not the hair!"

A smirk split across your face. "I don't know, Sanji. You might just have to trust me!"

He chuckled and grabbed your hands, pulling you forward onto him and wrapping you in his arms. "You know what I mean."

"I guess I'll just trust you-"

"Yep!"

"And trust that you're doing a good job! And- Sanji!" You squeaked when your boyfriend ambushed you with a barrage of soft kisses pressed across any bit of skin he could reach. "You tasteless toad! You're two tablespoons of terrible!"

"Two tablespoons of terrible." He repeated in a strange voice and you giggled when he tried to tickle you. "Oh no! The tickling toad has come to torment you!"

You push his hands away and trap his face in your hands. "You twat." You smiled and gave him a lingering kiss.

When you parted, he gave a soft smile. "And you even ended it with a 't', brilliant."

You quirked an eyebrow. "You weirdo."

He mirrored you. "And I somehow love you."

"But weirdly, you love me very weirdly."

He nodded. "Birds of a feather."

"If we're birds, you're a flamingo."

"Why?"

"Because if I wasn't dating you, I'd think you were a bit of a flamingo."

He gasped. "Then you'd be a penguin, because you bring me rocks."

You leaned back and gave him a look. "Because I bring you rocks?"

He nodded. "Yeah, you even put them on me. And you help me get my rocks off."

He laughed as you hit him. "Sanji! That's so bad!"

Your hands were caught and you were pulled into his chest, both of you giggling and stealing kisses from each other while occasionally snuggling impossibly closer. Sure, you might be a bad person - but you liked who you were with Sanji. And that's all you really cared about.

You lied. That night you couldn't sleep with hundreds of thousands of millions of thoughts racing through your mind. You felt like you were a greyhound chasing down a slightly too-fast rabbit, every time you got close, sleep just slipped through your fingers. Your gaze drifted from the ceiling where you were counting the nails in the boards, and over to your boyfriend. His sleeping face made a million butterflies emerge from their cocoons in your stomach, your heart beating against your rib cage like an angry gorilla. But something about this wasn't right, and you couldn't go to sleep without doing something about it.

Careful to not wake your peaceful boyfriend, you slowly lifted his arm from around your waist and placed it on his pillow, heart aching at the sight of him trying to seek your warmth. Even in sleep he wanted to be close to you. Grabbing your pillow, you gently tucked it under his searching hand and he brought it to his chest with a soft groan, the smell of you satiating him.

You rolled out of bed and tip-toed over the squeaky floorboards, wincing every time the floor made a sound. After looking back each time and taking moments between each footstep, you made it through the door and quickly shut it behind you. The early morning's chilly air struck you, but you ignored the goosebumps rising under your skin and continued on. It felt strange walking without your heels clicking against the floorboards, but you weren't looking to make noise, or look fashionable in this instance.

The Overnights were rooms for guests who've either had too much to drink, or who pay extra to stay overnight to hookup, or just to stay, again, overnight. You passed by the many in-use rooms filled with snoring and other unseemly sounds, rolling your eyes at the disgusting slobs behind the doors. A room stood out amongst the others, however, and you knew it held what you were seeking. The aura that emanated from it was unmistakable.

You reached into your hair and pulled out a bobby pin, sticking it in between your teeth to open it and then jammed it into the lock. All the locks were the same on the Baratie, and you only had to jimmy the locks, moving the pins frantically within, to open it without much effort. The door clicked open and you gently pushed it open.

When you stepped inside, you felt it. The blade at your neck. Without a second thought, you pushed it from your jugular and grabbed the silver candlestick on the hallway table, holding it firmly as the blade was struck against it. It sliced through with ease and a sharp burning went through your cheek, knowing that if you hadn't moved your head, it would've went through your eye. "You're slow." Came the hauntingly beautiful, yet unsettling voice from your nightmares.

You hissed and shoved his sword away from your face. "You haven't seen me in seven years, and the first thing that comes from your mouth is criticism? How shocking."

"Six." He corrected, and the room was suddenly bathed in a low yellow hue. Dracule Mihawk was a terrifying man. His golden, ringed eyes glowed in the dim light and when they looked you over, it felt like he was observing your soul and picking it apart with the grace one would picking the petals off of a flower. Those eyes locked onto yours. "It's been six years."

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him. The room was a similar layout to your own, with the only difference being the minimalist design and abhorrent amount of red wine. You knew the latter didn't come from the room. Rather, they came from his personal stash that would deem any other man an alcoholic. But Mihawk was simply old-fashioned, born in the wrong non-vampiric century if you will.

He sheathed his famed black blade Yoru in one smooth motion and danced past you, sitting gracefully in his armchair and crossing one leg over the other. Your eyes drifted over to his hat hung on a hook and reached out to run your fingers against the silky feather. "Don't touch it." The old swordsman warned behind you, picking up his book and flipping over the next page. "I despise disorganisation. It needs to be acceptable for my duel tomorrow. Or rather, in the upcoming moments since you have woken me up at such an ungodly hour."

Despite your reluctance, your arm retracted almost on its own. "You were already awake, asshat." You turned around and crossed your arms. "And it'll be creased anyway, so it doesn't matter if-"

"Not necessarily." His words were as sharp as his gaze. "If we go by that barbaric logic, it doesn't matter if a man is murdered since we all die in one way or another."

You scoffed and returned his look with your own glare. "I'm not too sure, you're more experienced when it comes to murdering men."

Mihawk picked up his expensive crystal wine glass, and took a long, silent sip of his Tarapaca. It was placed back down onto the table with a clink. He leaned back in his chair which squeaked as he did so, and interlocked his fingers. "Why are you here, (Y/N)?"

"I was going to ask you the same question."

His head tilted for a moment, before righting itself. "I'm here for Monkey D. Luffy."

You hadn't realised your shoulders were tensed until they drooped down. "That's it?"

He nodded. "I am only here as an obligation to Garp to collect his grandson."

To your annoyance, your throat tightened. "I thought that was an excuse."

"It wasn't." The man you hated sat in his chair completely unbothered. His eyes lingered on you for a moment, before drifting back to his book. He flipped the page. "'But tell me, at the time of those sweet sighs, by what and in what manner Love conceded that you should know your dubious desires?'"

Pathetically, you felt stinging at the corners of your eyes. "'And she said to me: “There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.”'" You breathed in through your nose. "Inferno, by Dante Alighieri."

"From?"

You cleared your throat. "Divine Comedy."

"What year?"

You took in a breath and shook your head. "1321?"

He said nothing and turned the page. You stood silently, wanting to run but having no strength to do so. His gaze finally lifted to meet yours. "Is that all?"

A chill ran over your skin, and you were once again reminded of the kind of man he was. There was a lot you wanted to say to Dracule Mihawk. So much hatred and anguish that you had to endure, all the suffering handed to you by the well-manicured hands of the greatest swordsman in the world. You hated him. "Unless you want to say anything?"

His eyes held yours for a moment. "Goodnight."

"Go fuck yourself." You practically grew fangs and spat venom at him. Spinning on your heel, you kicked the wall where his hat hung and stormed out of the room.

A scream bubbled in your throat. Your nails dug into your palms, and your lips were bloodied from ripping them open. He had no- you couldn't- he was such a-

As you turned a corner, you felt something pinch the base of your skull and you whipped around. Pulling your gun and aiming it, you locked eyes with the other swordsman in your life. Zoro, bathed in moonlight, turned his attention from his swords to you. The rag he was cleaning his blade with stopped and he was focused solely on you. "I think I know who you are."

You scoffed and shoved your gun back in its holster. "Well, apparently most people don't, so I'll take anything at this point." He was quiet, and your lips tightened into a smile. "Want a drink?"

The door opened with a click and Zoro whistled. "Nice trick."

You put the bobby pin back in your hair with a smile. "Thanks." The Baratie after-hours was a sight to behold, but the bar was even better. You smiled at Zoro and guided him around the front of the bar where the shutters were closed.

"Thought you said it's open all night."

You looked behind you as you bent down to the latch holding the fish's mouth closed. "I said you couldn't get anything on tap around three in the morning," You unhooked the chain and pulled it free from the floor. "Didn't say that the bar was open. Come help me." You shuffled to the side to make room for him, and grabbed onto the shudders. He appeared by your side and hooked his fingers under the shudders next to yours, you both nodded to each other and grunted as you lifted the shudders. You expected it to be heavier, but with Zoro it lifted with surprising ease. The moonlight poured in and illuminated the bar, shining through the empty bottles of booze and creating a kaleidoscope of colours.

The green-haired swordsman chuckled and looked around. "I've never been in a bar after hours." He sat down on a nearby couch normally reserved for V.I.Ps. "It feels naughty."

You shrugged, walking over to the bar and reaching over. "Yeah well, if we're caught I'll probably get fired, so don't fuck around." Your fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle and you hoisted it to eye-level. "You a rum guy?"

He smiled and gave a half-shrug. "I'm a booze guy."

"Good answer." You said and carried over two shot glasses for the both of you. Sitting down, you tugged off the cork with your teeth and poured yourselves shots. You raised your glasses. "To you dying tomorrow."

His eyebrows raised. "To me surviving tomorrow." He corrected and clinked his glass against yours, keeping his eyes on you as you took a shot together. He sighed, flicking his head and nodding. "That's good."

You nodded and sniffed. "It's very good." You filled your glasses again. "Only the best shit for the only guy that knows me." You gulped it down, and didn't wait for him to finish before filling yours back up.

He chuckled. "I'm the one dying tomorrow, and here you are drinking like it's the end of the world."

"Yeah, well," You sniffed and swirled around the liquid in your glass. "My life kind of fucking sucks at the moment. So, I think I deserve to get shit-faced."

Zoro tilted his head and licked his teeth. "I bet you had a miserable childhood."

You laughed and leaned back, tears pricking at yours eyes as you nodded. "Understatement of the century." You said under your breath and looked up at him, forcing a smile. "I grew up on some private land owned by nobles."

He nodded. "You said that."

"Yeah, but what I didn't tell you was I wasn't born there. My Dad, being father of the fucking year, didn't want to care for a baby so he dumped me with some workers. Then, when I truly got attached to my family and finally was accepted as a member of the community, he just came back and picked me up. Like I was some type of broken watch he left to be repaired." You shook your head and reveled in the burn of the rum as it slid down your throat and warmed your stomach. "And ever since then, he's just tormented me. Even when I got away from him, it's like he's always there just watching me - waiting for me to mess up. And you know, all the shit that I did to make him proud of me? Every late night reading libraries' worth of books just in case he quizzed me on it in the morning. Every lesson in combat styles, or how to sense others, whatever the hell that means. Most of the scars I have are from trying myself to him. But never once was I told 'Good job (Y/N)', or that he was proud of me. He never even smiled at me." You finished the shot and placed it down onto the table. "And you know what fucking sucks? After all this time, all the anguish he's put me through? All I want him to look at me and tell me that he loves me."

Zoro looked at his glass and his mouth tightened into a fine line. "I know the feeling." His eyes drifted back to yours. "To shitty parents?" He offered, raising his glass.

You chuckled and shook your head, but poured yourself a glass and raised it. "The shittiest."

A/N: Um, okay this was pretty heavy and it took me a while to write because I wanted to make it actually matter. I think there'll be a few more parts and then we'll be finished with the Baratie saga! Then, I might take a break and do maybe another series/one-shot while I properly plan the next part. We'll also be naming this series! The poll has concluded and within the next couple of days, we'll be figuring out the name! Comment down if you have any suggestions, or want to join the tag list! <3

P.S: When the Baratie saga is done, I'll release it all as one part so that it'll be easier to re-read. It'll be a bit of its own thing, so stay tuned haha.

#sanji x reader #opla sanji x reader #opla sanji x y/n #opla x reader #one piece live action #opla sanji #opla zoro #opla

[pascalfilms]

His soft side | Mihawk x reader

Mihawk comes home to you on your lady day

warning: cute fluff

You were lying down on your and Mihawk’s big bed. Today was the worst day for you because you had your period this morning. When you are on your period, you are too emotional. You could bare with the pain but you couldn’t control the emotions that you were feeling.

Mihawk had just gotten home after a huge chaotic fight with Don Krieg. He won but he had got a call from the Vice-Admiral for a pirate, well more like his own grandson because he had stolen the map of the One Piece. Mihawk wasn’t going to pick up the Vice Admiral’s grandson just yet, he needed to go see his girlfriend before he left.

“My love?” Mihawk called for you. You heard your boyfriend’s voice, and you immediately started crying because you missed him.

Mihawk heard fainting sniffing sounds coming from his and your room. He walks over to the room to see the door closed and when he goes to open it. The door was locked.

“Y/n are you okay? Can you please open the door?” Mihawk gently asks you. You lift yourself from the bed and saunter to the door.

On the other side of the door, he could hear your steps coming towards the door. You open the door slowly came wide open and Mihawk sees how tired you look.

“Why are you crying?” Mihawk questioned you grabbed your cheeks and wiped the tears off your cheek.

“I just miss you so much.” You told your boyfriend and went near and cuddled into his chest.

Mihawk rarely doesn’t like hugs because it shows a sign of weakness but when it comes to you. He would do anything that would make him soft and gentle. The only person who could do that was you.

His two hands go to the side of your waist and tap it. Telling you to jump and you obeyed and leaped. Mihawk grabbed you within a second and you wrapped around his waist and laid your head down against his neck.

“I as well, my love,” Mihawk tells back to you and walks on over to the bed and lays you back on the large bed.

“How about this, when I come back, you can have all the cuddles you want. Does that sound good to you?” Mihawk asked you making you smile and nodding towards your boyfriend.

Mihawk kisses your forehead and walks to the bathroom. He does his business and washed his hands. He grabs the paper towel wipes the wettest of his hands and throws it into the trash. The warlord ends up missing the trash.

He sighed grabbed the crumpled paper and threw it properly. His eyes stopped in his tracks to see a tampon wrapper and when your boyfriend knew. You were on your lady’s day. Mihawk walks back to you seeing you curled up with the blanket.

Garp could wait for a few days and right now he needs to take care of his girl.

You watch your boyfriend come around and take off his long coat that was up to his boot and set it to the nearest chair that was beside him. Then grabs his hat from his head taking off revealing his curly hair. You loved watching him take off his clothes in front of you. Lastly, he kicks off his boots and lays right next to you.

Mihawk turns his body towards you gets in the covers and pulls your body into his chest. You immediately launched onto your boyfriend and on his chest. Your left hand was on his chest tracing his abs and soft skin. He was relaxed by you tracing his abs and rubbing his back to comfort her.

The whole two days, Mihawk brought you food on the bed and gave you lots of cuddles and kisses. You loved his side of him.

#dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #hawkeye mihawk #one piece x reader #one piece live action #one piece mihawk #mihawk x you

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Hyacinth + lemon ice :)

Mihawk is so dreamy I'd forgive him too tbh. Reader gets mad at her mysterious boyfriend for leaving and he *somehow* convinces her to forgive him... wink wonk

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Female Reader

WC: 2000

Prompt: “You know I’m sorry…” 

— —

You push through the doors to the lavish dining room wearing a ruby colored dressing gown and dramatically fling yourself into a chair at the end of the massively long dining table. You groan. Head in your hands, you were distraught. 

Your lover had left you almost 2 weeks ago. Not permanently of course… or so you assumed. Nearly 2 weeks ago Mihawk left the safety of your remote castle on some sort of business he promised would only take a day or two. And yet? Here you were. Alone. 

You were want for nothing, the castle was always filled with any amenities or food you might need, but you couldn’t help but long for a warm body next to you in bed and the firm touch of your warlord lover. Although you tried to push it aside, but you also worried for his safety. There was always an aspect of danger when he left even though he was beyond competent in both combat and negotiations, but you always tried to ignore it. 

He would always tell you, “There’s no use in worrying my dear. I’d slaughter every being on the seas if it was stopping me from coming home to you. Now get that thought out of your head.” 

And although he would tell you time and time again not to worry, you couldn’t help it. Why would he still be gone? You ran through hundreds of make-believe scenarios where Mihawk suffered a horrific death or is still enduring immeasurable horrors at the hands of some monster or maybe even-

“HELLOOO! You look like you need a drink bitch.” 

Suddenly, your biggest headache and current housemate materialized through the wall and laid out on the table in front of you. She mimics your position with her head in her hands and taunts you. 

“So your weird sword daddy hasn’t come back yet. He always shows up eventually, and you always forgive him like you weren’t wailing around these halls like a victorian widow for days beforehand. He’ll turn up and he’ll rip your clothes off faster than you can even tell him you’re mad. Come on, lighten up you old broad! Have a drink with me!” 

Perona suddenly has two ghosts bringing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses up from behind her and on to the table in between the two of you. You pick up your head and make a face. 

“I wish you’d stop calling me that, I’m only 5 years older than you.” You huff out. You roll your eyes but you grab the glass in front of you and gesture to one of Perona’s summoned ghosts for it to pour you a glass of whiskey. 

“Yeah but you’re the one stalking around a castle alone with your cats in floor length robes. You’re like, mentally, ancient.” 

“I take offense to that. So what? I like gothic architecture and solitude, is that a crime?” You take a heavy gulp of alcohol and grimace. 

“Okay, whatever. You’re the one fucking a vampire.” Perona takes her drink and chuckles. 

You motion for another drink. 

“He isn’t a vampire, Perona.” You take your drink and lean back in your chair. “He just likes hats.” 

You both make eye contact, Perona furrows her brow at you. You burst out in laughter, with Perona quickly to follow. 

— —

You wake up the next morning to the sunlight streaming through the lace curtains of your luxurious master bedroom. Your eyelids flutter open and you stretch and turn over to face the opposite side of the bed. Undisturbed. He still wasn’t home. You shoot up in bed. The whiskey Perona insisted you drink had helped you drift off to sleep without the worries about the fate of your lover. But now it was morning and he still wasn’t home. You groan and fall back into your bed. 

Where the hell was he? He had never been this late before… Was this finally the time he never comes back?

*whooooosh* *thump*

You hear the massive stone double doors to the castle open and close. You practically jump out of bed.

You toss the covers off your naked form and you go to your dressing curtain to put on a long emerald green robe with dyed feathers on the edges of the sleeves and the bottom. You didn’t even bother putting on slippers as you tear your way out of the master bedroom and down the hallways to the main staircase. You halt yourself at the top of the staircase and look down at the entrance to the castle. 

There stood your lover, Mihawk, looking a bit worse for wear, but all together fine. Once your brain registered that he was alive and well, the anger returned. 

“DRACULE MIHAWK…” 

You bellow from the top of the stairs. You swiftly begin to descend the staircase, your bare feet gliding across the stone. “Fourteen days? Not a call? Nothing?” Your robe flies behind you as you slink down the stairs towards Mihawk, not giving him a moment to reply. “I was convinced your smart mouth had finally done you in! You say you’ll be gone for a night and you show up at my door 2 weeks later? You could have called me you-“ Tears are streaming down your face. You finally reach Mihawk and throw your fists up to try to hit his shoulders.

Mihawk grabs your wrists before you could strike. He was tired, but you were distraught, you were no match for him. 

“My love… I am so sorry… Oh, how I’ve missed you…” Mihawk brings your wrists back down to your sides and embraces you fully. You pull back. “No! You can’t keep doing this!” You take several steps backwards once he releases you. “All I do is worry! You leave me here alone and don’t tell me where you are! I’m tired of this! I won’t do it! I love you, Mihawk!” You cry out and drop to your knees, overcome with emotion. 

Mihawk immediately drops to his knees in front of you, trying to stay on your level. He grabs the sides of your face with his hands. 

“I know, my love, I know. Something came up and I couldn’t find a way to tell you. Please forgive me, darling.” Mihawk tilts your face up to meet his above you. “You know I’m sorry…” 

As Perona predicted, you folded. 

He leaned in and captured your lips in a deep kiss. 

Mihawk swiftly swoops you up under your ass and carries you all the way to your shared bedroom, away from any unwanted voyeurs. He throws you back onto the bed with a gentle thud. 

“You may not believe me now, love, but I promise I won’t leave you worrying again…” Mihawk whispered into your calf as he kissed up your leg towards your aching center. He had already discarded his hat and jacket, making quick work of his pants with the other hand. Once shed of his clothing, he pulls your robe apart and settles his body between your legs and spreads them forcefully with his rough palms. 

“Mihawk I just got up, I haven’t bathed or-“ You grab his hair to pull him back, he shakes your grip off. 

“Let me enjoy you, my precious girl, you know I like it better this way anyway.” He smirks and begins kissing and biting your inner things. You sigh and relax into the sensation of finally having his touch on you again. After teasing for a few minutes, Mihawk finally reaches your now soaking center and dives in with his skilled tongue. You moan loudly as he sucks and slurps at your clit lewdly, driving you mad. He pulls away to watch your face as he slips two fingers into your clenching hole. 

“You taste so sweet, love, as always.” You whimper at his praises and the feeling of his fingers working your insides. He returns to your clit with his mouth and you feel yourself quickly being brought to the precipice of pleasure. You arch your back and bring your hands to your breasts to pinch your nipples, pushing you into the throws of a powerful orgasm. You cry out loudly in pure bliss. 

Your handsome lover pulls his face from between your legs and peppers your stomach and the valley of your breasts with wet kisses as he moves up your body. Your chest heaves as you are truly at Mihawk’s mercy. You were soft and pliant under his addictive touch. He whispers into your neck as he begins pushing his hardened member into your tight entrance. 

“Let me show you how much I missed you, let me make love to you.” You moan as he bottoms out inside of you and throw up your hands to tangle them in his dark hair. He pulls back and presses his mouth onto yours in a passionate kiss as he deeply grinds his hips into yours. He uses his hands to push your knees further back and spread towards your shoulders and you gasp into his mouth at the new angle at which he was able to penetrate you. 

“Shit, there!” You cry out. You felt your muscles start to tighten and that familiar warmth was building in your abdomen again. You slam your eyes shut and turn your head to try to bury your face in the pillow, but failing since you were on your back. 

“Already darling? I’m not done yet, you’re going to have to hold it.” Mihawk pulls back to get a better look at your fucked out expression. 

“I-I-, shit! I can’t!” You moan as he continues to deeply thrust into you. 

“No cumming. Not until I say.” Mihawk uses one of his hands to grip your cheeks and force you to look up at him. You were so caught up in trying to hold back your orgasm you couldn’t form words anymore, only whimpers and grunts. 

“Hold it a bit longer, my love, I know you can do it. You’re going to cum when I fill you. I promise it will feel so good.” Your lover picks up his pace and you could tell he was getting closer to his own peak by his ragged breathing. 

“Mi-hawwwkk! Please! Need to cum! Can’t hold it!” Tears started spilling from your lash line and down your cheeks. 

“Cum now.” He says sternly as he applies firm pressure on your clit with his hand. 

“Ah!” You scream out loudly as your sticky release spurts out around Mihawk’s cock that was deep inside of you. Your twitching walls trigger Mihawk’s orgasm and he lurches forward and spills his hot seed, coating your walls that were milking his cock so deliciously. 

Your lover pulls out of you and lays next to you on the silk sheets. He pulls you into his broad chest and you cuddle into him with a heavy exhale. 

“So, are you still upset with me?” Mihawk finally asks, stroking the back of your head. 

“Yes, but significantly less so.” You nuzzle your nose into his skin. 

“I promise I’ll call next time, alright love? I hate having you worry.” 

“You better, or next time I won’t forgive you as easily.” You retort. 

Mihawk smiles. 

“I’m not so certain about that.”

— — 

xx Mo

#one piece #one piece anime #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #one piece fanart #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece fandom #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #op mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #law x reader #luffy #straw hat pirates

[rorywritesjunk]

I'm aiming for full control of this love

Buggy has a fantasy that you decide to try involving Mihawk and Sir Crocodile.

Rating: 18+, MDNI. It's porn, y'all. P0RN. Warnings: Sex. Buggy has to wait his turn. Everyone is consenting adults in this. There's aftercare from Buggy. I just love that guy, okay. A/N: Fell down a rabbit hole of fics of the three guys. I've yet to see Sir Crocodile so like, what I'm writing from is what I've seen in the fics. I'm slow at catching up to the anime. Also, first time writing and sharing porn and it's sort of a quick one. Sort of at 2k words. Enjoy the Sunday Smut. Title comes from "G.U.Y." by Lady Gaga.

It really didn't take much to convince Mihawk and Sir Crocodile to accept your request. You just had to mention "torturing Buggy" and they were onboard before you could even continue with what you actually meant, and when you finished telling them they were still onboard. 

You knew how the three of them worked, and that Buggy was more of the face of their little operation and not the brains. They barely tolerated the clown, and he did try to assert himself  as someone in charge, but they never took him seriously. He hated that and you felt for him. There were definitely some control issues happening there.

The idea came to you after Buggy caught you talking to Crocodile. The large man had said something that made you laugh and you touched his shoulder affectionately. Buggy had seen the way he looked at you, how his hook caressed your lower back gently. Buggy saw the flirting and wasn't pleased. He showed you that night and you could barely walk the next day.

Your boyfriend definitely had some issues around the other men and you. He admitted it wasn't so much of a possessive thing as… he was turned on by the thought of Crocodile touching you. And after some prodding you got more out of him.

It was a little hard to admit but he told you he had fantasies of you being with the other two and him watching. It… wasn't a bad idea to you, it was just a little surprising. It was the last thing you expected to hear from Buggy, especially when it came to Mihawk and Crocodile, but you loved the clown and well, you kind of wanted it yourself as well.

So that’s how you ended up in your bed naked with Crocodile and Mihawk while Buggy was told to sit in a chair and keep his hands to himself. He wasn’t allowed to touch you, or even himself, and he had to remain clothed while his girlfriend was touched by his two comrades. 

You were sitting on Crocodile’s lap, his cock slowly splitting you apart while his finger rubbed slow, lazy circles against your clit while his hook pressed against your throat, keeping your head up while Mihawk’s cock was choking you. Spit and cum spilled out of the corners of your mouth while tears rolled down your cheeks. You were making the most pitiful noises as the two men filled your holes while Buggy watched.

“It’s not fair!” He whined from his seat as Crocodile pulled another orgasm from you. Your screams were muffled by Mihawk’s cock, the swordsman gripping your hair as he forced himself further down your throat until your nose was buried in the curls at the base of the hilt.  

Crocodile smirked, letting you to fuck yourself on his cock while he continued rubbing your clit. “She asked, clown. Maybe you need to up your game at fucking your girl.”

Buggy glared at him and Crocodile chuckled as he let his hips jerk up suddenly, hitting that sweet spot inside you. Your eyes widened and you tried to pull back from Mihawk, the overstimulation becoming almost too much for you, but he held your head in place. 

“C’mon, get outta her already!” Buggy complained as Mihawk finally pitied you, pulling his cock out just enough to allow you to catch your breath. Crocodile moved his hips again, his cock bumping against that spot again. You couldn’t keep quiet now that there was no cock in your mouth at that moment. Tears were spilling from your eyes as you rocked your hips against Crocodile’s, nearing another orgasm already.

“I’ve lost count how many times she’s cummed on my cock already.” He said as his hand moved from your clit and rested against your stomach; you let out a whine when he stopped touching you. He attacked your neck with his teeth, marking you up while Mihawk grabbed your hair and slid his cock back into your mouth.

“Mhm, at least five times since we started.” The swordsman grunted as you swallowed him, allowing him to use your mouth and throat as his fucktoy. “Doubt the clown can get that much out of her.”

“Oh, fuck you two.” Buggy grumbled. 

“Nah, too busy fuckin’ your girl.” Crocodile chuckled; Buggy glared at him, digging his nails into the seat of the chair. 

Seeing you like this was too much for him. He wanted to rescue you from those two and treat you right, but the sound of your moans, the way your pussy clenched Croc’s cock, and how your body trembled with each orgasm was such a beautiful sight to Buggy. He would only rescue if he felt it was becoming too much for you. He was choosing to ignore how Mihawk was fucking your throat and how Crocodile was leaving marks on your neck and shoulder. He kept his attention on watching your pussy fuck itself on Croc, and he wondered how much longer either of the other two men would last. He wanted to be the one choking you with his cock, not Mihawk, and he wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Croc may be bigger than him but Buggy knew how to make you scream for him. 

Your body shook with another orgasm. Your thighs were trembling and Buggy could see how your cum was coating Crocodile’s cock and dripping down his balls and to the bedsheets. Oh, he wanted this to be over so he could sink his cock into you, but he wasn’t sure how much longer this was going to take. 

“When are you going to be done?” He whined pitifully. The two men shared a look; Mihawk tightened his hold on your hair as his hips suddenly stilled. You tried to swallow what you could, but when he pulled back you had to spit some out, your throat spent. He cupped your chin, thumb wiping away some of the drool and cum around your lips before he leaned down and kissed you. Buggy’s jaw dropped as you closed your eyes and sighed against his lips. 

“Jealous, clown?” He smirked as his hand returned between your legs, pinching your clit and catching your attention. “I’m passin’ her over to Mihawk once I’m done.”

“You’re taking too long!” Buggy complained. "I want my turn!"

"Keep carryin' on like this and we'll never stop." Croc threatened as he thrust his hips slowly into you. Mihawk pulled back for a moment and knelt beside you. His hands went for your breasts, long fingers pinching and twisting your nipples. He didn't hesitate in kissing you, silencing your noises as Croc increased the speed of his thrusts. He rubbed your clit harder, quiet grunts leaving him as he bounced you on his cock. 

Your whimpers were the sweetest sounds. Buggy scraped his nails over the seat of his chair, nearly splitting them as he watched you clench around Croc, another orgasm hitting you, just as Crocodile came inside you with a low groan. He didn’t pull out, instead his hips slowly rocking against yours as a mixture of both of your cum leaked out of you. Mihawk pulled back from you as you slumped against Crocodile, trying to catch your breath as your eyes closed. 

“She’s not a bad fuck.” He chuckled as he pulled her off his cock, settling her in his lap. He kept her legs open for Buggy to have the perfect view of her abused hole, cum still dripping from her and onto the sheets. “I wouldn’t say no to her if she asked again.”

“You ass-” Buggy started, but was stopped when you let out a content sigh. He pouted, he was growing impatient.

Mihawk wasted no time in removing you from Crocodile’s arms and laying you on your back with your head at the end of the bed, allowing Buggy a better view of your face. The swordsman pushed your legs apart and slid into you, eliciting a whimper from your spent body. You stretched your arms out towards Buggy, reaching for him, and he looked at the other two men for permission.

“She’s the one in charge.” Crocodile said as he sat back on the bed and lit up a cigar. Buggy swallowed and looked back at you, still reaching for him with pleading eyes. He wasted no time in trying to his feet and hurrying over to you, taking your hand in his while his other hand touched your face gently.

"Need you, please." You whimpered as your hand moved to his bulge. He nearly passed out at the request and immediately pushed his pants down to his hips, freeing his cock. He took it in his hands before guiding it to your open mouth, nearly cumming at the sight before him: Mihawk fucking you while you swallowed Buggy’s cock, eyes blissed out from the pleasure you were receiving. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, how well you had taken the first two men and yet still wanting more. 

You had reached back to put your hands on Buggy’s hips, needing to hold onto something while Mihawk fucked you. Buggy had a difficult time focusing on his own pleasure, instead wanting to watch the swordsman’s cock fuck into you, coated in your juices. Every other thrust seemed to hit your sweet spot because your hips would arch and you’d moan around Buggy’s cock. It was almost too much for him. 

He put his hands on your cheeks, thumbs rubbing over the drying cum and spit that was all around your face. You hummed around his cock, trying to focus on him while Mihawk slammed his hips into yours, his nails digging into your hips and leaving marks. Your squeal was muffled from Buggy’s cock fucking your throat. The swordsman was ignoring your clit, instead focused on his own release, so Buggy’s hand popped off, moving between your legs and rubbing your clit in time with Mihawk’s thrusts. You let out a cry around Buggy’s cock, digging your own nails into his hips as you came, pussy clenching around Mihawk. 

Buggy couldn’t wait any longer and held your head in place as he came after you, cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed what you could, whimpering loudly as he pulled out of you, wiping away the cum and spit that dribbled from your mouth. He immediately knelt down, kissing your face, whispering words of thanks to you, as Mihawk chased his own orgasm, spilling into you. The swordsman gave himself a minute, breathing heavily as he pumped his cock into you a few more times before finally pulling out. 

Crocodile climbed out of your bed, Mihawk following him. The two of them pulled their pants back on and collected the rest of their clothes. A servant had brought them a pitcher of water, cups, and some fruit, leaving it on a platter near the door. There were also some warm towels. Mihawk grabbed the towels and held them out to Buggy.

“Let us know if you need anything.” He said as Croc set the platter down on the chair. The two of them left after that. 

Buggy helped you sit up, immediately wrapping one of the warm towels around you before grabbing another one and pouring some water onto it to clean you up. He started on your face, wiping away the tears, cum, and spit, pressing kisses on your cheeks and forehead once he finished. You leaned into him, giggling softly when he moved down to your neck.

“Ya up for more, Buggy?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled yourself into his lap. He shook his head as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close as he moved the wet towel to the rest of your body, making sure to get you cleaned up. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. “You good?”

He nodded, tightening his hold on you as he looked up at you shyly. “Thank you.”

“Mm, anytime, Buggy.” You murmured as you curled up against him. He picked you up and moved you to the head of the bed, arranging the pillows around you before tucking you in. His hands popped off to pour you a cup of water while the other grabbed the plate of fruit. He was going to make sure you were taken care of after all that. Admittedly, he loved every moment of it, and if you suggested doing it again he’d be all over the idea, but right now he was going to take care of you. 

He stripped off what remained of his clothes before climbing into bed next to you, pulling you against his chest while one hand fed you apple slices and the other played with your hair. He kissed the top of your head and sighed happily. “Love you, babe.”

“Love you too, Buggy.” You giggled as you snuggled up against him, basking in his touch. “When do you think they’d wanna do that again?”

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[ikkaku-of-heart]

@goshiikkuburcdo asked: 💦 (;P) Send 🍆 and my muse will describe a sexual fantasy they have about your muse. Send 💦 instead for a wet dream they’ve had about your muse. (Still Accepting!)

Ikkaku moaned as she felt Mihawk's teeth nip at her neck, right over her fluttering pulse. She tried to squirm, to move away like she knew she should, but the fingers wrapped around her hips were like iron shackles, keeping her naked body anchored to Mihawk's leather-clad thigh. His chest rumbled as he chuckled, hot breath fanning across her collarbone.

This was wrong. She shouldn't be in this position. She couldn't even figure out how she got there. One moment she was alone in the castle's library, the next she was naked and straddling Mihawk's thigh as he sat on a plush leather chair.

"He's been training too much again, hasn't he?" Mihawk purred, shifting his leg so Ikkaku's cunt ground against his thigh. The leather felt smooth and cool and delicious, as did the powerful muscle definition she could feel beneath it. Another moan escaped her throat as she grabbed the lapels of his coat, and she felt him smirk against her skin. "Neglecting his woman. How shameful. He still has much to learn, I supposed. Like how it won't be his swords that warm his bed if he ever beats me."

Another roll of his thigh and Ikkaku gasped as heat pooled in her belly. Those flames were fanned higher when one of his hands palmed the firm meat of her ass, pushing her down against him even harder. "Ah! Mihawk, don-"

She was cut off by the feeling of his fangs piercing her neck, causing her to gasp. Hot blood pumped out of the vein to coat his lips and tongue as his hands roamed her body. Calloused hands cupped and squeezed her breasts while his thigh continued to roll, providing delicious friction against her clit.

Fuck, this was so wrong but felt so good. Ikkaku couldn't stop the little whimpers of pleasure that escaped her lips

The hands returned to her hips, coaxing them to canter in time with his so Ikkaku could ride his thigh steadily, delicious heat and tension beginning to build between her legs. Mihawk's mouth released her neck, and a stream of blood trickled down her collarbone, between her breasts, down her belly to drip down onto the leather of his thigh, adding additional lubrication to the juices that began to leak from Ikkaku's cunt. The tip of Mihawk's tongue lapped at the red trail between her cleavage, yellow eyes intently staring at his prey.

"How long do you intend to languish, unsatisfied?" he murmured against her skin, pulling her closer so she was pressed completely to the length of his body. He smirked at her devilishly, mouth and fangs glistening with her blood. "Perhaps the fool needs incentive to understand that if he doesn't hold what he loves close, someone stronger will claim them for himself."

The feeling of his muscles, the leather, the pain in her throat, and the way his nails sank into her ass as he ground against her had a shameful orgasm steadily building inside her, and all Ikkaku found she could do was hold onto him and ride it out. The dam broke and waves of pleasure overwhelmed her as Mihawk leaned in to once again drink her blood, the aroma of desire in the air adding an extra spice to the taste.

~~~

Ikkaku woke up with a gasp, the book in her lap tumbling to the floor. She must have dozed off while reading. Groaning, she pinched her brows, attempting to will away the heat her dream had left between her thighs.

She really needed to stop reading smutty vampire novels when she was tired and sexually frustrated. Especially when they were on Kuraigana. Because the last thing she needed was to be having wet dreams about her boyfriend's mentor just because the said boyfriend was hyperfixating on training again. She doubted either Zoro or Mihawk would appreciate her subconscious making the World's Greatest Swordsman the star of her sexual fantasies.

Getting up, Ikkaku put the book back on the shelf before marching out of the room, intent on tracking down Zoro and dragging him away from his training for a few hours. Because her dream had been right about one thing - while she wholeheartedly supported his dream, if he kept neglecting her, it wouldn't be his swords warming his bed when he achieved it.

#goshiikkuburcdo #Ask the Heart Engineer #Imaginative Blueprints (Drabble/Fanfic) #Nocturne Blade (Mihawk) #Not Safe for Working (smut) #blood cw #(oh the fun of a wet dream about your boyfriend's mentor) #(Mihawk does lend himself quite nicely to vampire fantasies though so can you blame her?)

[ztarvokwrites]

Hi! Can I get Shanks and Mihawk (separately) with prompt 9 and female reader, please? Thank you very much!

And Happy New Year! 😊

ofc my lovely! hope you enjoy! <3

TW: blood, nudity in mihawk's part

The battlefield was a hectic place, especially when you were in the dead centre of it all. Before all of this, as you were sleeping peacefully next to Shanks in a hotel room as the ship was getting its repairs done, you were kidnapped and held for ransom for hours. This sent Shanks into a silent rage, his crew fighting off the enemy flawlessly. Gunshots whizzed past you, grazing your arm and making you flinch against the chair you were tied to. Tears filled your eyes as your arm began to sting, fear getting the best of you and making you shake all over. No matter how hard you struggled and screamed, you couldn't get free, the tape over your mouth muffling every noise you made. Your captor put a gun to your head, making you stop almost immediately.

"Stop struggling or I'll kill you." "Now, now, that won't be necessary." That voice. Turning your head, you met the eyes of your lover and relief flooded your senses. You captor shook, pointing the gun straight at his head. Shanks smirked, eyes looking straight at you as Benn stood behind the captor and pointed his gun to the back of his head. "Do you even want to shoot that thing?" Said Benn before shooting him on the spot. You watched as his lifeless body fell to the ground, Shanks quickly and carefully untying you as you breathed heavily. He helped you up by your arms and paused, sharp eyes glaring softly at the red crimson that trickled along your skin.

"You're bleeding, let's get you patched up." His voice was strangely monotone as he wrapped his arm around your waist and escorted you back to the ship. Benn and the others walked on ahead to give you two time to yourselves. You sniffed, still shaking and sobbing softly from the traumatic experience you were saved from, when he stopped in his tracks and pulled you into his chest. Looking up at him in confusion, he looked forward, his glare harsh and scaring some of the animals there. "I'm sorry. I'll never let them hurt you ever again." More tears filled your eyes as you embraced him, burying your face in his chest as you wailed, his hand pressing you closer to him as you both stood there in each other's arms.

mihawk under the cut!

Mihawk was curiously amused when you asked if you could spar with the gorillas outside the castle, the smirk on his face growing slightly as he allowed you to do so, trusting that you were strong enough to handle yourself in such danger. Yet he didn't realise just how much danger you would be in when he did so, his usually calm heart hammering in his chest as he sliced down every gorilla that stood in his way as he was running towards your heaving body. Golden eyes pierced through your tired ones as he made eye contact with you, the cuts on your body that tore through your clothing being more than enough to send his mind into a slight panic mode, his brow twitching as his breath was caught in his throat.

"You're bleeding." He simply stated, his cold façade being broken by just a crack. You weakly smiled, struggling to sit upright. "I always knew you cared about me, Hawkeye..." You softly teased before collapsing back on the ground, a small pool of blood being formed beneath your body. Mihawk sharply inhaled, making quick moves towards you and swiftly picking you up, ignoring the shrieks from the gorillas and carrying your body back to the castle where you could be patched up.

As you laid there naked on the bed, wounds being tended to by your usually stoic boyfriend, he couldn't help but furrow his brows further, your blood-curdling scream echoing through his mind like a broken record. He shut his eyes and sighed, opening his eyes and focusing on healing your wounds. "You should be more careful, mi amor. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you somehow." He mumbled, freezing as you softly whined in your unconscious state. Sighing, he gently kissed your forehead. "You aren't to blame, mi reina. I'm just glad you're not dead."

Silence.

"Te quiero, mi reina."

TRANSLATIONS (i used google translate so if things aren't accurate then please let me know!):

mi amor - my love

mi reina - my queen

te quiero, mi reina - i love you, my queen

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[seven-waters-hc]

Hi!!! Can I request a fluffy scenario w/ Marco, Mihawk, & Law where the reader comes home from work & is extremely stressed out and just wants to be held 🥲 I’ve had a horrible week and it’s stressing me out!!!

Of course! I’m very sorry you’ve had a terrible week, I hope you were able to recover from it. My dms are always open if you need to talk. 🌺

Stressed Out S/o That Wants to Be Held

<Marco, Mihawk, & Law x Gn!reader>

☆Marco

The door to your cabin slamming shut pulls Marco out of his book, instead focusing his attention on you. The look of fatigue and stress on your face says everything he needs to know. Situations like this didn’t happen often, but you could only take so much at a time, and Marco was always there to support you. As you trudge over to his spot on the bed, he opens his arms and waits for you to climb into his lap, tucking your face in the crook of his neck and securing the rest of you in the middle of his legs before going back to reading.

The warm body against you paired with the still silence of the cabin always made the stress of your day vanish. The feeling of a hand mindlessly stroking your back and feeling down your arms was phenomenal when dealing with such overwhelming feelings. When you did inevitably fall asleep, you always woke up covered in blankets with Marco laying next to you.

☆Mihawk

Sometimes your boyfriend was cold when it came to others feelings, but he could deal with them to an extent. He could deal with you, and he knew how to comfort you when a certain day wore you out. When you walked into the lounge room with a restless mind, you seek him out hoping for comfort. Your entrance doesn’t prevent Mihawk from staring out the windows and downing his glass of wine, but you moving his free arm away to sit on his lap gets his attention.

“What are you doing, Y/n?”

“What does it look like.”

Your voice comes out weaker than anticipated, but you don’t have the energy to be self-conscious over it. You lean back, resting your head next to his and join him in gazing out the windows. The sky is dark and characteristically gloomy, reminding you of your particularly demanding day. You drag his arm back into your lap to hold his hand and listen to the calming sound of Mihawk’s breathing, and the rough winds from outside. It never seemed like much, moments like these, but you always held them close to your heart.

☆Law

Today had overwhelmed you to the point you left what you were doing in favor of hanging out with Law. You hoped you could catch him alone in his office so you could be held by him like you desperately wanted. When you had opened the door to your boyfriends office, you watched him write on many papers, books piled all around him and pens scattered on the desk. He hadn’t noticed you come in, totally absorbed in his work. You felt bad interrupting his work but you really wanted some type of relief from the taxing day.

You crawl into his lap and feel him stiffen up in surprise before wordlessly going back to his paperwork. Law didn’t mind such actions when no one was around, he even welcomed it. You fold your legs behind the back of the chair and rest your head on his shoulder. Being around your boyfriend never failed to calm you, even when he was quietly working with you on him. The warmth radiating off his body had you melting into his chest and your stress dissipating. You don’t know what you would do with Law, you were infinitely thankful for him.

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[myonepiece]

Hello 😳 so I saw your post about Kyoshiro and Bartolomeo with a clingy short fem!S/O who's also a scary cat, and let me tell you, that post AWAKENED something inside of me 🤤💞 so I would like to request a King, Sanji, and Mihawk with clingy short fem!S/O who's also a scary cat if your request are still opened that is 😚👉👈 thank you in advance, and you can ignore this request if you want. I hope you have a good day or night luv 😚💗

King, Sanji with a clingy short fem!S/O who’s a scaredy cat

King x Reader,   Sanji x Reader

Description: King & Sanji (seperate) with a short fem!S/O who is clingy and gets scared easily + oneshot/drabble with her getting scared and hiding behind character

Warnings: very mild implied sexual harrassment (in King’s oneshot), mild cursing

A/N: I’m so glad you liked it, it was so fun to write! 💐 (I love how you used so many emojis in your request) and I hope it’s okay I only did sanji and king, it’s just that this situation ends up fairly long 💕

*for King let’s say you’re around his height, the top of your head is a little above his waist 

King is definitely not the most affectionate person, he’s not a fan of PDA other than having you sit on his lap. if you get too physically affectionate (which is very) then King will warn you in a stern voice to stop, and if you don’t then he’ll move you away or simply place you on the ground and push you away

in private he’s more okay with you being clingy, still not the fondest though

he has nothing against your height, he (secretly) finds it adorable and he likes to watch you walk around the Beast Pirates crew because he finds it amusing to see the height differences between you and everyone else, your height is another reason he prefers having you stay on his lap often or at least have you right next to him- he’s worried someone (Kaido) will step on you

he also likes the way your hand looks on him, whether it’s resting on his arm, his chest, or his own hand, he always stares at the interaction and admires how precious and sweet you look

he sometimes finds your cowardness irritating, but even as he scolds you or strictly teases you for being scared so easily, he’s happy that you come to him to feel safe- honestly he never thought someone would feel safe with him nor did he want someone to until he met you

and after he scolds you he always pushes you away or behind him so he can handle whoever messed with his angel (usually it’s Queen, he likes messing with King and one of the most effective ways to do that is to mess with you) he also uses his wings as somewhat of a shield for you, providing cover usually 

+ oneshot

You tentatively walked through the dimly lit hall in the Beast Pirates base, the cold stone chilling the air around you and creating a slight echo of the patter of your shoes.

keeping your eyes trained on the ground while a few lesser crew members passed you, you followed the little cracks in the stone, branching out and creating intricate patterns- your eyes fell upon a pair of shoes and you froze midstep, looking up and perceiving Queen staring down at you, an unsettling smirk contorting his face

you smiled slightly up at him, trying to step around him and continue only to be stopped by his hand reaching out and tilting your head to look at him, the touch seding shivers down your spine, the bad kind of shivers

it wasn’t unusual for Queen to mess with you, enjoying your disturbed and fearful reactions as the sadistic man he is, and the reaction he gets from King is pure gold to him- he enjoys making King get protective so he can tease him for being so smitten

“______, how bout you come with me! some of the crew are going to sumo wrestle! come see their heads pop off!”

Queen laughed at your unsettled expression before leaning down a bit and blowing smoke out into your face,

“or maybe I should snap the collar on you an’ throw you into the ring”

you gasped, causing Queen to chortle in amusement- you took the moment of his distraction to move away from his touch and scurry off down the hall, hearing Queen call after you in a mocking tone and follow in pursuit

you hurried through the halls and spotted King at the end in the large room at the end, he stood at the table conversing with Jack, though clearly uninterested with the subject

you picked up your pace and your heels clicked against the ground alerting King, who knew you are the only one who wears shoes that make that sound. he turned to the entrance happy to have something to do other than play with Jack, but he didn’t like the worried expression on your face- nor Queen rounding the corner after you having all too familar mischievous expression on his lips. 

scurrying into the room, you ran over to King and hid behind his large wings. his glare never left Queen as the large man entered the room and moved towards where you stood huddled against King’s wings, stopping in front of the armored man and taking a long drag on his cigar. 

“what are you doing you moron”

Queen laughed at King’s protectiveness already showing, finding amusement in his crewmember’s smittenesque.

“I was inviting her to play a game you jackass!”

he laughed heartily at King’s insulted and angry expression. your boyfriend took a step forward, now only a few feet away from Queen- the atmosphere in the room grew tense and Jack was watching with wary eyes matching yours as you watched the two calamities square up, both ready to strike if it came to it. but King is observant, he saw that Queen had no intention of hurting him, he simply wanted to scare you and get a rise out of him.

he scoffed and turned begrudgingly back to you, moving to take a seat at the table and lifting you onto his lap with ease. you settled against his steel covered chest, still slightly shaking from Queen’s scare- King’s eyes narrowed at Queen when he chuckled again and sat in the chair between King and Jack, throwing a wink in your direction. King visibly flinched and his behind left the chair momentarily before returning, remembering that’s what Queen wanted- and you were safe on his lap. 

Sanji is super clingy himself, he has no problem at all with your affection and neediness. he’s always more than happy to hug you or cuddle you or kiss you, it’s one of his favorite things to do- he’s constantly asking himself how he got so lucky to have a girl like you

one of the things Sanji finds most adorable about you is your height, no matter what you do Sanji thinks you’re the cutest thing ever, he’s always offering to carry you, he always pulls you onto his lap- back hugs are another one of his favorite things because your body is so much smaller than his own and he thinks it’s adorable how perfectly you fit in his embrace, and don’t even get him started on how cute your hands look holding onto his hand

your slight cowardness gives him an excuse to hold you even more, he offers his hand or arm for you to hold, and whenever you grab onto him he has to fight back the squeals and focus on the problem at hand, making sure you feel safe and are completely out of harm’s way

+ oneshot 

the island you docked at had a quaint little town, small but bustling with life- you had gone to look at a store for some new clothes. unfortunately you couldn’t find anything and you had to head back to the ship empty handed. to make things even worse, while you were watching the ground you bumped into someone, who happened to be much bigger than you and piss drunk. 

“oi! what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, stuttering out an apology that only seemed to make the man madder. 

“you need to fucking watch where you’re... you’re going”

he swayed on his feet and leaned down so that he was face level with you, pointing an accusing finger in your face and once again his alcohol filled breath invaded your senses.

“you-you have no idea who you’re dealing with”

his words slurred together and his unbalance caused him to lean forward slightly and you took a step back- all of a sudden you heard a familiar voice over the crowd’s chatter.

“______-swaaaan!!”

you looked to the side and spotted the relieving blond hair bouncing through the crowd while your boyfriend quickly weaved his way through the crowd towards you. stopping beside you and throwing his hands wielding shopping bags into the air.

“I got you gifts my beautiful  _____-swan!” 

this is when he noticed the man far too close for his liking, his face fell with his arms, turning to one of suspicion and confusion, then to one of disgust and slight anger. he handed you the bags gently and stepped in front of the man, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“why are you bothering my little _____-swan?”

his voice was tight and you could tell he was mad, but the strager didn’t seem to pick up on the danger in his drunkness. you reached up and clutched the bottom of Sanji’s jacket in your hand, he felt the action rigth away and his anger dissipated and his face broke into a huge grin. he spun on his heel and threw his arms around your waist, picking you up and smushing his cheek against yours while he rambled about how adorable you are- his perfect moment ruined by the stranger’s words.

“she ran into me you bastard, make her *hiccup* apologize before I do”

“oi, don’t ignore me!”

Sanji’s smile faltered slightly and he lifted his foot, spinning quickly and kicking the man with such force that it sent him flying away through the wall of the shop behind. 

“I’m trying to hug my angel! don’t interupt you idiot!”

“_____-swan I’m so sorry you had to see that~!”

you giggled at Sanji’s foolishness, leaning you head down to peck his nose- making his cheeks turn an even brighter red and he squealed. 

“ooh we need to get back to the ship so you can try on the clothes I got for you my dear!”

he placed his arm under you, switching to holding you in a bridal style, and he pranced off down the street towards the awaiting ship- his face still dangerously flushed and his eyes closed in joy.

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[stossgebet-und-dominum]

hi 🤔 i know it is a nsfw blog and everything, but i'm in fluff mood and i'll mix it! rules will be updated as soon as i decide if i'll take requests :) for now, have some fluff with captain kid being a brat modern boyfriend!! also a big big thanks to @intothehawkseyes for the help!! (go check her mihawk fanfic it's so good)

no warnings, just fluff. the divider is cause i'm lazy to do another one right now lol

Kid looks at you, astonished, holding the gift you bought for both of you, a celebration for another year together. Not in a very good way, though. His eyes are burning with unspoken words of anger. It is a humilliation for him, the fucking badboy, Eustass Kid, receiving a gift like the one you gave him with a mischievous smirk.

"Do you like it, baby?", you ask, seeming so happy, grinning and holding onto his strong arms. You must have guessed he would hate it at the first sight and did it on purpose. Devilish mind you have, for heaven's sake.

Kid throws the two tee shirts away, on the chair next to you, pointing a finger on your face. "You wasted your money badly, woman. I'm not fucking using that stupid couple shirt", he says, not letting you protest. His voice is firm and his lips show how he unlikes it.

You pout, pressing your fingers on his arm tightly. "It's my anniversary special gift for you, Kid, give it a shot", he looks down to you and there you are. Pleading eyes, lips pouting, sad voice. He hates when you do it, it makes him feeling like he's a father taking care of a spoiled child—and, obviously, it's totally strong against his badboy pose. Kid just can't deny anything when you do that face.

He pinches your cheeks, frowning. "No way, baby, I'm a bad guy. What would my bros say if go around with that Pixar joke? Forget about it".

You roll your eyes and eat your slice of pizza silently. You know this man, he's just pretending so his ego doesn't break with how much he wants to make everyone knows he has a gorgeous girlfriend who uses him like the damn lamp jumping on the "I". You'll give Kid two hours—the time for both of you to stand up from the sofa and go have a real fancy date—and he'd be begging for you to use it with you.

At seven o'clock, you're ready for watch Kid walk around the house with the Pixar tee shirt. You wore your part as well, but under a big hoodie so Kid doesn't see, matching with comfortable shorts and tennis. Since you're going to a street aesthetic restaurant, you're not afraid of looking idiot or something—the tee shirt reasures it and your brat boyfriend only helps it. It's your anniversary, anyways, and you've got the right to dress like you want to.

You unlock the door when Kid knocks, having nothing but patience. "Calm down, man", you chuckle, opening the door. His hair is really wet and messy, and he messes it even more, water falling on your face. He wears no shirt, his bare (and hot, you can't deny) torso is in front of you, wet as well. God. You take a few seconds to look up and stare at his deep eyes. "Found me now, baby?", Kid smirks. You make a mocking sound, pushing his body as he does the same with you, staring at your covered chest. "I'm here, boy", you joke as he pulls you closer, kissing you slowly. It tastes like an apologize and you break the kiss to finally hear what he needs to say.

"Say it", you command. Kid raises an eyebrow, finding your grin especially suspicious. He strokes your hair and neck, "I don't need to say nothing".

His voice reports him instantly. You laugh as he keeps trying to hide his real feelings—fuck it, he didn't want to wear that shitty shirt, but his mind betrayed him. The single thought of your body carrying a sign that he fucks you—proudly good—is enough to make him dream about it. Listen, he needs to show you off. So he swallow his proud and shows you the blue tee shirt.

This time, Kid is the one who is almost pouting. "Close your eyes", he asks, like a shy child. You smile, happy, and he wears the gift you gave him. It's a bit tight—you did on purpose, to see his muscles under the fabric—and he looks hot. "You're hot", you mumble, pulling him closer to kiss him. "Really fucking hot".

Lovely dinner can wait a little, Kid thinks. Your eyes are full of love and desire and lust and he can't let you disappointed. If he knew this simple piece would make you like this, he would have bought it himself.

"Don't get used to it, tho", he murmurs between the kiss. "It won't happen again".

"Sure, love", you agree. You know he's doing anything you want—you have him wrapped around your fingers.

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[vemuabhi]

Child! Mihawk X Child! Reader - Memories

Hello everyone! This is my first time writing about Mihawk and.... believe me I really loved writing for this. This was requested by Mxlk_Hxnei (Wattpad)

Pairing : Mihawk X Reader

Summary : Mihawk Remembers all the childhood moments of you and him. Its fluff! so im sure youll enjoy it!

A/N : I now Love Mihawk more than before after writing for him! He is absolute treasure!

“Mii-Kun!”, you call your boyfriend as he was enjoying his wine. “Lets go out to the nearest shopping island, I’m bored”, you tug his sleeve gently as you make your request. He lets out a sigh and gets up indicating ‘Lets go’. You happily make your way to the door. “How many times did I tell her not to call me Mii-Kun”, he puts on his coat and follows you out.

You both go to the nearby island and see that there are many malls in this place and your eyes turned stars looking at those beautiful clothes, swords and all your favourite stuff. Mainly food.

“SUGOII!”, you exclaimed and went into the mall as you still held your swords man hand. To think that the worlds greatest swords man was following your every step like a puppy was a sight to see. In his defence he was making sure you were protected. He sat in a chair as you tried on new clothes. Then he noticed a little boy and girl walking together. This reminded him of how you both were when you were kids.

“Wahh~~”, you started to cry when you fell down and scraped your knee. Mihawk came towards you and sat beside you. His eyes filled with pure worry and he tried to calm you down but being a person not so good with words he couldn’t say anything. He gently placed his arms around you and cuddled you. Your sobs slowly turned to sniffs and he pulled back. He took his kerchief and tied it around your knee and pulled you up. You took his hand and walked with him. “Mii kun is so kind”, you praised him and his face flushed and he looked down. Because of his behaviour not a single child of your age even talked with him. It wasn’t his fault. He just wasn’t used to talk and smile. You were the only person who talked with him. He only had you.

One day you stood infront of his house and called him. That was the first time a friend actually came to his house. He looked out from his window only to find you smiling brightly at him and waving your two hands at him. He noticed that you were holding two cotton candies and came down to get you. As he came down you offered him one cotton candy and obliged. “Happy Birthday Mii-kun! I had less money so I brought this. It’s sweet, cheap and also delicious. And I need to go now because it’s getting late. Bye!” with that you hugged him and left. Leaving him in the happiest state. He took a bite from the pink cotton candy and his heart began to beat faster. He felt like it was the most delicious sweet he ever ate. Not because of the cotton candy but the way someone remembers him, cared for him to even get him something. His cheeks turned pink lie the candy he was eating. He didn’t knew what this feeling was turning into.

One evening, as usual he was waiting for you in the park but you didn’t come. He got a bit worried and started to head towards the direction of your house. Then he saw you were talking with a guy, he never saw before. He hid and just watched you. You were smiling at that stranger. He didn’t know what to do. ‘Of course who would want to play with the ‘Weird Kid’ of the place? He was lucky that you even played with him till now’, he thought and with that he headed back to his place. But… for some reason he went to the park. There were no one in the park as usual. Because all the kids loved to play in the bigger park. He was all alone now so he felt the park was 10x times emptier when you weren’t with him. He went and sat on the swing. There he remembered how you two would play on the swing and in the sand box. The way you fell down from the seesaw and cried. These all memories flooded back to him and he couldn’t stop his emotions. His tears flowed down his cheek. He didn’t show emotions often but it didn’t mean that he didn’t have them. He silently sobbed and tried to wipe his tears but they wouldn’t stop.

“OH NO WHAT HAPPENED? WHY ARE YOU CRYING?”, he was surprised to listen to your voice. He looked at his side and saw that you were there looking at him with pure worry. He asked, “Why are you here? I thought you wouldn’t come because you had new friends”, he said as he sniffed. He didn’t look at you. He looked down as to hide his tears. But then he felt your arms wrap around him. “I have only one best friend and its you, you idiot! So don’t ever cry”, you declare and he sobbed harder on your shoulder and after a few minutes he of sobbing he finally was able to speak so he said, “You are my only friend. And only best friend and only one for me, so don’t go away”

“Where would I go? I will always be beside you to irritate you. If I go away from you who will make me stop crying whenever I scrap my knee”, you say as you pull back from him and smile. You took his hand and started to walk towards his house. Then as you made sure he wasn’t crying anymore you went back to your house. That night he thought of the incident again. Then he realised how beautiful you looked in the sunset, How he embarrassed himself in front of you, how he felt so sad when you weren’t there… Then it hit him. He didn’t just like you. He had feelings for you.

Oh poor boy tried for years to show his feelings to you but… you being the airhead never even noticed those. Would anyone believe that that the world’s greatest swords man trembled in fear to confess his love? But to his happiness, when he was 19, one day you confessed to him first. Oh boy! How happy he felt that time. He hugged you tight and said yes a hundred times.

(A/N : Dont deny! He is looking Handsome af here too!)

Then he was brought back to present when he felt your hand on his shoulder. “Is everything alright Mii kun?” you ask with a hint of worry in your eyes.

“Nothing. Don’t worry”, he says assuring you. You smile and ask him, “Tell me is this good?” you twirled around and show him your new outfit. His heart skipped a beat when he saw how beautiful you were. He loved it. He smiled and said, “You look beautiful in it” which made your cheeks turn pink and you smiled at him as you thanked him. You loved how he smiled at you. You loved how he cared for you. You loved how much important you were to him. Over all, you love him with all your heart. You were a bit slow but, you did loved him from the start. You both smiled at each other as you continued to check out the other things which interested you.

XOXOXOXO

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[op-law]

If You Try To Break Up With Them

Trafalgar Law

I may have heard some rumors around the submarine and let them get to me since before I could stop myself, I had already walked into my boyfriend's office. "Law we need to break up!" When the man didn't look up from his papers, I said my sentence again just encase he didn't hear me the first time. "And why is that (Y/n)-ya?"

"You know exactly what you did! Don't play me for a fool!" When Law started to rub his temples with his thumb and index finger, I narrowed my eyes at him since this was a serious matter. "(Y/n)-ya I have no idea what you're talking about. Please take a seat" Leave it to Law to play the innocent act but I was not about to give in to his orders. "No! You're a fucking cheater!"

When Law stood up from his desk, I took a few steps back but it was only for his safety. "(Y/n)-ya I have never once cheated on you! Who the hell told you I did!?" Thinking back to what I had overheard today I felt my fist clench but quickly responded before I could act on my rage. "Penguin said you stole the hearts of three girls and two men on the last island we're on! How dare you yell at me cheater!"

He seemed to be thinking over what I said although once his facial features relaxed, I became confused. "(Y/n)-ya I love you to death but you can be a moron at times. I took the hearts of those people as in the actual beating organ. Do you want to see them?" When a small blue cube was placed on the desk between us, I felt the color drain my face before I slowly started to back away. "Wait... Oh my- I was never here! This conversation never happened!"

"I'll see you at dinner (Y/n)-ya and please stop yelling you'll only make your throat sore"

Dracule Mihawk

"Mihawk where are you!?" I had endured being stuck on this island for far too long and once I found my so-called boyfriend, I was going to tell him exactly how it was. He wouldn't be very happy with me but I just didn't care anymore. "In the kitchen. Why are you screaming my dear?" When the man stuck his head out of the kitchen, I noticed a bowl in his hand though ignored it as I started the little tangent that I had been practicing all morning. "I'm breaking up with you and there's nothing you can say that will change my mind"

Instead of becoming annoyed with me, I noticed he only turned his back and slowly started to speak. "There's a new girl wandering around the castle. Her name is Perona perhaps you can act as her mother figure for the remainder of her stay?" Damn it why did this man have to use my weakness for children against me like this? "Where is this girl?" As my head started to look around the area for the girl, I heard what sounded like a smartass comment from Mihawk. "Aren't you ending our partnership (Y/n)?"

"Tsk. That can wait until next month"

~~~~~~~~~~

Three Months Later...

"Mihawk I'm breaking up with you and this time I'm serious!" I knew the man had just returned from the war a few days ago but unfortunately, I was sick so I couldn't start a fight with him at the time of his return. "(Y/n) have you met my new student yet?" He might have been able to change my mind by allowing Persona to stay here but this time I wasn't going to let that happen. "No! I'm not going to fall for that trick ag- Is that him? He's so cute!"

"You're predictable as ever my dear"

Bartholomew Kuma

I had been thinking this through for a while now but today I had finally decided where I stood with my boyfriend. We couldn't be together sexual and, in the end, that was what caused me to settle with the decision of leaving him. "Kuma?" As he turned his attention away from his book, I felt my breath stop for a minute though I knew this had to be done. "Yes, (Y/n)-chan?"

This needed to be treated like a bandage since if I waited longer than necessary, I wouldn't go through with it. "I don't want to date you anymore" My voice remained calm but inside it hurt me more than he would ever know. "Alright, if you could go anywhere where might that be?" Kuma always was reasonable when it came to me and in some way, he probably knew that this moment was coming. "Hm? Dressrosa seems interesting enough"

"Very well (Y/n)-chan. Until we met again"

Sir Crocodile

"Excuse me Crocodile?" As the man continued to stare down at the paper within his hand, I got a little annoyed since Crocodile didn't even look up as he replied. "What do you want (Y/n)?" He was just asking to get slapped but there was no way I could even hit him thanks to that devil fruit he ate. "You've been ignoring me all week and I'm not going to stay with such a jerk. Consider our relationship dissolved" Even after I said that the man still didn't look up although he did address the stupid assistant. "Miss All Sunday would you escort my darling partner back to their room?"

"Of course, Sir~ Come along (Y/n)-san" As the girl took a step towards me, I took several away from her but I knew she'd catch me the moment her devil fruit came into play. "Hell no! This isn't over Croco-bitch!"

"Dos Fleur... Shall we (Y/n)-san?" I hated when she used her devil fruit powers on me but as Crocodile spoke up, I could see his eyes and they looked a little more lifelike than usual. "Miss All Sunday, my partner bruises easily and if I see even one of their fair skin, I'll kill you" That was probably the most romantic thing he's said all month. "Ah~ My Croco-chan is such a protective husband~ Hehhehehe. I'll see you at dinnertime, alright Croco?"

"Didn't you just inform me that you wished to break up (Y/n)?"

"Yes, but now I've changed my mind. I'll see you at six and you better not be late! Goodbye, my dearest husband~"

Donquixote Doflamingo

'Cough' 'Cough' 'Cough'

"Can I help you with something (Y/n)?" That smirk on Doflamingo's face was always present but right now all I wanted to do was make it disappear. "I don't like you and I refuse to be kept prisoner any longer" His smile never faded but this wasn't the first time I told him about my desire to leave him. "Hm, are you trying to break up our little partnership? Fufufu. I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice in the matter love~ Go sit back down before you say something you regret"

This man wasn't weak but a small part of me believed that I could take him on. Probably was a stupid thought but a person could hope. "I'm leaving today Doflamingo so don't expect to see me for dinner" He always made me eat dinner with him and his family although tonight I'd be leaving this Kingdom. "Such a silly girl~ Fufufu. Please take a seat" Doflamingo's smile was starting to twitch but I decided to push my luck just to see what would happen. "No thanks" Never once in this forced relationship did, he use his devil fruit on me without permission but as those tan fingers started to move, I froze. "That wasn't a request (Y/n) it was an order. It wouldn't be wise to test my patience"

His strings weren't anywhere near me but I kept a watch on him just encase he did attach them to me. "No Doflamingo" As he leaned back against his desk chair I took in his relaxed position although didn't feel threatened. "I'll have the kitchen prepare you a snack~ How does that sound?" Damn did he really need to bribe me with food? "What kind of snack?" I wasn't that hard to please when it came to food and I'm sure Doflamingo knew that. "Whatever you want"

"Hmmm? I'll break up with you later" As I made my way over to the couch, I turned back to lock onto Doflamingo's sunglasses but noticed he had taken them off. His eyes would always cause me to pause though before I could fall too deep within them, I looked away. "Keep telling yourself that (Y/n) maybe one day it'll happen" If I was being honest with myself, I knew even if I did leave him my life would be over. There was no running away from someone as powerful as the Joker and even if I did, he'd only drag me right back to his side within a week or two. "Well, thankfully you're old so maybe you'll die soon"

"I love you (Y/n)~"

"And I hate you Doffy"

Boa Hancock

"B-But my love what did I do wrong!?" Telling Hancock that I wanted to break up was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do. She was an incredible girl though I just couldn't handle the amount of attention she would shower me with. "It's nothing against you Hancock but it's time that I moved on" I would have thought she'd fight a little more and some part of me had some doubts about her next sentence but I'd give in to the girl's last request. "... As you wish my love although I would like to throw you a farewell party tonight. Please allow me to do at least that then I'll escort you to any island of your choosing"

"That sounds fun. Sure, Hancock let's do that"

~~~~~~~~~

Later That Night...

The party was in full swing but I could find my soon ex-girlfriend. "Here (Y/n)-san please enjoy some punch" As I was handed a glass, I stared down at it though took a quick sip before focusing on the person who gave it to me. "Oh, thank you. Have you seen Hancock?" I could do without seeing her but I needed to at least say goodbye to her before we departed. "The Snake Princess should be arriving soon (Y/n)-san" Of course the girl was going to end up being fashionably late. "Right... thanks again for the punch"

As I walked away from the girl, I continued to drink from my glass but when my sight became fuzzy, I accidentally dropped the glass. I didn't even register what was going on though I must have blacked out since when my vision became clear I found myself laying on a bed. "What the hell happened?" When I had tried to sit up something had stopped my movements. "Wha- Are those ropes?" The room might have been dark but I could definitely pick up on the rough material tied around my wrists. "Oh, my sweet (Y/n) did you really think you could leave me after everything I did for you? I'm sorry about the bindings but this is the only way to keep you from running away"

"H-Hancock?"

"Don't worry my love I'll always love you and we'll always be together~"

Jinbei

A/n: Couldn't think of something for him but if I do, I'll add it later*