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nicksolemnlyswears · 6 months

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pairing: opla!mihawk x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ohh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Missed you too, Papa."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rollinouttahere-writes · 2 months

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Okay this is out of left field I know, but I thought up and love the idea of Mihawk also having a daughter in the Strays AU, but he’s actually a good, normal father and him and his daughter have a nice, perfectly healthy relationship.

Like Doll and Lizard are out here struggling with their shitty fathers and their damaged, if not outright awful relationships with them and Mihawk’s daughter is just watching like “damn that sucks sis…” while painting her dad’s nails (using black polish of course). Shanks is begging for his “secret” but doesn’t process it when Mihawk says that he and his daughter have mutual respect for each other and Mihawk obeys her boundaries and lets her have a room on the opposite side of his castle from his own room because she’s a young woman who needs privacy and space to grow and be herself.

But… I also do like the thought of her being like early 20’s and having a huge and painfully obvious crush on Zoro, which makes Zoro terrified every time he interacts with her because he’s scared Mihawk will show up and kill him if he seems too enthusiastic, or too uncaring. Little does he know that Mihawk doesn’t mind and is completely fine with his daughter having a relationship as long as it’s healthy and consensual on both sides. In fact, he’s quietly pleased with her choice because he respects Zoro as a swordsman and knows that he’s a good person who would protect his child.

Could be reader insert, or she could be an OC because I like the idea of her looking like Mihawk, especially if she has his eyes. And I think it’d be cool if her name was Mina, like Mina Harker from Dracula.

I actually do have a request for dad Mihawk, and like this it isn't yandere. I haven't started on it yet, but it is outlined.

I'll refer to this daughter as Mina in this to avoid confusion. Doll would have definitely met her a few times growing up. While her and Mina would be friends, Doll would struggle intensely with envy towards her. She gets to see what a healthy, normal father-daughter relationship looks like, and it feels like a knife in her gut to see that but not have it.

I've touched on Doll and Mihawk's relationship here, but in this scenario Mihawk would visit more frequently and feel more compelled to help her. He always brings Mina with him so Doll can be exposed to at least one other person her age, and he even tries to convince Shanks to allow him to bring Doll with him back to his home so she can have a sleepover with Mina. He had every intention of never giving her back, but unfortunately, Shanks wouldn't agree to it unless he came with them.

Mina would be extremely blunt like her father, and routinely calls out Shanks for being weird and stifling. He always laughs it off, which annoys her.

Once Doll is free from him and Shanks starts asking where he went wrong, they both lay into him. It's all in one ear and out the other because of how delusional he is, so they quickly change tactics and focus on helping Doll.

In the case of Mina being an adult and crushing on Zoro, I agree that Mihawk would be fine with it. However, I feel like Zoro is the most oblivious man on the planet when it comes to someone being interested in him, so he has no idea. He could walk into his room and find Mina lounged across his bed with rose petals everywhere and just be like 'damn I got lost again, sorry for intruding'. Mina has never been more frustrated in her life and complains to Perona about it.

#strays au #playing with doll

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myonepiece · 3 years

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Hey, sorry if this I disturb you. I was wondering if I could have hcs for Ace, Mihawk and Shanks with the same Idea of the coma? I understand if you don't want to, don't worry. 😊

Thank you

When their S/O is in a coma because of a bad battle

W/ Ace, Shanks, and Mihawk

Warnings: self-doubt, excessive working out, mild angst, not eating

-You're staying in the Moby Dick's infirmary, which means Marco is there most of the time, which means he has to deal with Ace asking a million questions out of worry and quilt

-Even if Ace had nothing to do with your current condition, he feels awful, guilty without a doubt

-He looses his normal self and seems to retreat back into himself, his expression ranges from unreadable, guilty, lost, and sad

-He spends all spare time in the infirmary, sitting next to your bed holding your hand against his lips and closing his eyes while he cries and apologizes

-He'll either fall asleep in the chair beside the bed, on the floor leaning against the bed, or in bed holding you helplessly

-He leaves to get food because the whole crew pesters him, so he goes and eats a single helping, for once, silent the whole time and not looking enthusiastic at all like he normally does, then wordlessly gets up and hurries back to the infirmary

-if there's a special plushie or blanket or pillow or anything, he brings it for you and will either set it on the bed with you- if it's a plushie he tucks it under your arm- or he sets it on the bed and holds onto it himself

-He never leaves the room when Marco checks on you, on more than one occasion he's gotten into a fight with Marco or another/more crew member(s)

-He cries everyday and he's terrified

-The whole crew has lost some of it's pep

-Shanks doesn't necessarily spend all of his spare time in the infirmary with you, he can't stand to see you like that because it makes him worry about what's going to happen for once, he doesn't know when you're going to be wake up and be okay or if you even are

-He tries to keep his mind off of you so he spends time doing things he normally does, but it almost seems like everything has lost a little color

-He never has a full genuine smile, it's always small and never reaches his eyes

-Nights are a different story, he spends all night with you starting around 9 or 10 pm he hauls himself up in the infirmary beside the bed with his head in his hands

-He'll hold your hand or stroke your cheek, tuck in your blankets and feel your head to make sure you're not too hot or cold, he changes the wet rag on your forehead everytime it dries out a little

-He slips into the bed beside you and cuddles you, if any of you have seen The Notebook think of that last scene when they're in bed together

-He absolutely cannot sleep anywhere but in the infirmary with you

-But then he can't always sleep, it's rare that he does, he develops dark bags under his eyes that match his now slightly dreary personality

-You're staying in a room in Kuraigana Castle, but Mihawk got one of the best doctors to come and oversee everything

-It's always either training and working out all day (or days) with one or no breaks, or spending every minute in the infirmary with you

-He reads beside the bed, sometimes readig out loud because he remembers how much you liked that

-He drinks his wine in the room, shines his blades, writes letters or whatever

-He's extremely strict and harsh with the doctor, if one thing worsens or goes wrong then Mihawk is threatening him with one of his tiny tiny blades

-He holds your hand and presses tender kisses on your knuckles and palm, he places your hand on his cheek like you're cupping it because you did that a lot before

-He falls asleep in the chair beside the bed but he wakes up every hour or so and checks on you

-He forgets to eat a lot, or more like he just ignores it because he's busy watching you

-He changes your sheets and and bandages, as well as the rag on your forehead

-He tucks the covers in when you're cold and pulls them down when you're hot,

-He tends to just sit in the chair, legs crossed, hands intertwined on his lap, eyes boring into your unconscious form like he's mad

-Everytime he enters the room or exits, he leans down and touches his lips to your temple or cheek in a soft kiss and whispers "I'll be right back" so you know that he's just leaving for a second

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purple-goo · 3 years

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donquixote doflamingo , sir crocodile and dracule mihawk s/o cuddling them and the falling asleep

( hey Author here i would have loves to use the Flamingo Or a hawk Emoji but the Device I'm currently using does not have them for some reason )

donquixote doflamingo

🕶 doflmingo is such a touchy man he loves to pull you in to hugs and his lap as he reads , but he Especially likes it when there are people around

🕶 he loves the idea of holding the fact that he has a person who loves him over others and the best way to do that his to show it , he'll hold you in public, kiss you , anything really even some of the more steamy stuff if your time with it

🕶 so the Absolute ego boost he gets when you are the one to show Affection First , he loves it so much

🕶 so when you came into his Study and crawled into his lap nuzzling into his neck and getting comfortable he had no problem in fact it kinda made him chuckle , as time went on he had started to mindlessly run his hand up and down your back .

🕶 doffy hadn't noticed that you where asleep till he had asked you a question only for there to be no reply, where your ignoring him ? He asked again only for once more no reply

🕶he looked down slightly annoyed and more so confused only to find your sleeping form holding tightly on to his Signature pink court , he smiled standing up carefully as to not wake you walking to your shared room and placing you down on the last bed smiling as he laid down and Pulled you close " oh "name" you should have just said you wanted to sleep with me "

Sir Crocodile

🐊 Crocodile's cold Nature doesn't quite make him the most Outwardly affectionate Especially well in public , not to say his not he just has a Reputation to uphold so the most your getting in public is holding his arm or a hand on your back just so others know who your with

🐊 but when you two are alone in the privacy of your home is a hole other stories he's still not doflmingo levels of Affectionate but its at still more then when your in public

🐊 it was around mid afternoon when you had found your way to his office you come in at first to bring him his coffee as the normal but had some how ended up in his lap legs stretch across the rest of his lap You would Occasionally ask him a question or go out of the room to grab or do something real quick but you always made your way back to him

🐊 he had looked up from his work to see that it was now around 1AM And he asked if you would like to go to bed with out him only to have you're limp head slide down his shoulder to his chest

🐊 Crocodile Sighed he had gotten to Caught up in his work to not only not realize how late it was but to also not realize that you had fallen asleep on hi, as he carried you to the room gently laying you down and changing into his night clothes to join you

🐊 he climbed into bed pulling you Closer to him and turning to your softly Caressing your cheek " good night my darling "

dracule mihawk

🗡MIhawk Was a cold man at the start but after a wile of knowing him its clear that he's not was cold as one might think he just he holds himself at very high standards

🗡 mihawk can be Affectionate when he wants to be not that he normally isn't he treats you like Royalty

🗡So.when mihawk found you in one of the many rooms in his Castle reading a book he had sat down beside you pulling your hand away to kiss the top asking what had you so Entrance

🗡Layinh down on him your head resting on his lap to explain the plot of your book he nodded and let out a.hum here and there to show he was listening

🗡You two Stayed Like that For a wile till mihawk took notice to the lack of the sound of turning pages in the roo! He looked down to find that you had fallen asleep on his lap your book still opened laying down on your chest

🗡mihawk had brushed the strands of hair out of your face grabbing your book and finding the Nearest thing to hold your page the he went back to his mindless playing with your hair " name " I hope you sleep well I'll be here to keep you safe even when you wake my love "

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luccislegs · 5 years

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Can I ask that mihawk fall in with his rival and how he confess

i swear, trying to write for mihawk scares me a little. he’s one of my top five favorite characters, but his personality is just…idk man. levi from aot is easier to write than him.

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Gods, you were such a pain in the ass. He would swear you were created to be nothing but a thorn in his side. As it were, you were doing a marvelous job of making yourself a nuisance.

“For the thousandth time, I’m not giving you my warlord title. That isn’t my place.”

“But Hawkeye, we both know how much you loathe the title. It’d be so much easier. Plus, we both know I’m more qualified for the title,” you responded from your place on the couch. You were lounging on as much as you could cover, knowing how much it irked him that you acted so at home in his decrepit castle. But dear god was he hot when he was fired up.

“Sit up, _____. Have some decency in my home,” he snapped, right on cue.

He was so easy to read.

You hummed, giving him your best puzzled look. “No idea what you mean, Mihawk. I haven’t done anything,” you said, but sat up just enough to appease him. Of course, you had already set him off by calling his first name.

He snapped the book in his elegant hands shut and stalked off, probably to sulk in some dark corner. The door shut behind him with just enough force to echo through the empty halls, but not quite hard enough to be called a slam.

You smirked and showed yourself out.

–

The next time you showed up, it was with your sword in hand. It had been a decent enough amount of time that you knew he had calmed down.

He could hold a grudge when he really wanted to.

Knocking on the door would serve no purpose, so you pushed it open in silence, eyes raking left to right in search for him. He was nowhere in sight, so you continued on deeper into the castle, back to the library where he spent most, if not all, of his time.

Not there either.

Huffing, you headed towards the courtyard, the last place he could possibly be, unless he was in bed. A flush swept across your cheeks before you could help yourself. Unbidden, a picture of him in rumpled black silk sheets rose in your mind and you shook your head hard to dispel it. You knew from one accidental misstep into the room that those were what clothed his bed, but also that it was heavily off limits.

The steady clang of metal interrupted your thoughts, and you smiled with melancholy when you caught sight of him beating a training dummy mercilessly. His smooth grace and the way he handled that sword was almost too much for you to handle, and desire swept up inside you. Clearing your throat, you caught his attention. He frowned at you, and your smile flickered, but when he motioned you forward, sheathing his sword in a fluid motion, you went anyway.

“I wanted to see if you wanted to spar for a bit,” you said, pulling your sword from it’s own sheathe and brandishing it almost as gracefully as him. Or so you hoped, given that he had trained you and the last thing you wanted was to disappoint him.

That was unusual for you, he decided. You normally would avoid sparring with him if you could help it. Only when something had come up, something big you wanted to forget, would you spar with him until you could barely stand. Still, he nodded and drew his sword once more.

The next hour was filled with nothing but the ring of metal on metal. He had hardly broken a sweat, but you were drenched. Then again, you were putting your all into it and he was holding back on you.

“Damn it, Hawkeye, fight me right,” you growled, near breathless. “Damn it.” You threw your sword to the ground and keeled over, falling to sit on the uneven cobblestone with your head in your hands.

Mihawk stopped as well and approached, taking more care to put his sword away before kneeling before you. He ached to reach out to you, but held himself back for fear you would recoil. That seemed to always be his excuse for not comforting you when you were in distress, but he knew that an excuse was all it was.

Still, something struck him about this time as different. Never before had you just given up in the middle of a fight. He knew you better than that; you still had plenty more energy left in you. His heart squeezed in his chest, but still he stayed his hand.

“I can’t do this anymore, Mihawk,” you muttered, looking down at the ground between your knees. You could already picture the look on his face, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion, that every-present frown twisting deeper as he tried to figure out what you were talking about. Before he could bother to ask, you finished. “I need to leave. I need to go somewhere far away so even if I’m tempted, I won’t be able to come here.”

That actually managed to surprise him, and for a moment it felt like the ground beneath him had shifted. What would make you say that?

“_____, you need to explain. I don’t understand,” he said. “How would you even begin?” He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, what he wanted to ask, but he knew he couldn’t remain silent. Ever sure of himself, Mihawk couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so wrong-footed, except maybe the day he met Zoro. And you.

“You really haven’t realized?” you asked, drawing him back to focus on you. You had finally lifted your head, but were staring forlornly out at the horizon. Dark grey storm clouds were beginning to form, a common occurrence here, but it seemed, at that moment, to be an omen.

“Clearly not. You were acting like your normal, asinine self just a few days ago. I don’t see what could have changed since then,” he said, growing irate at you as you were clearly beating around the bush.

You knew how much he hated that, so you pushed on, cutting him off before he could grow truly angry, before your resolve weakened and you ran. “No, you never have,” you said, a whisper of a laugh escaping your lips. “After I left the other day, I ran into an old friend.”

He bristled at the mention, could already tell where it was going. Jealousy reared up, but he bit back any harsh words. You were finally ready to explain yourself, and he would damn himself before he interrupted.

“I haven’t seen him in ages, you know. We drifted apart when we left our island. I never thought I would run into him again but…I did,” you said, smiling as old memories resurfaced. Not that you had ever forgotten him, but memories dull and fade without realizing it until you’re faced with them again. “And he asked me out. So I accepted and at the end of the night, he…expressed an interest in seeing me in more intimate terms.” You finally looked at him, tears brimming in your eyes so that you could no longer see him. “And I had to say no, because there’s someone else. But Mihawk, you don’t– you never have– but I can’t stay hung up on you. But I won’t get over you if I stay here.”

“You say I never have. But you never asked did you?” he said, his voice hard. His hand came around your wrist, unrelenting as he pulled you to your feet none-too-gently. You hissed in anger and yanked at your wrist, but it was locked in his iron grip. Just as you were ready to start fighting, his hand cupped your cheek, tilting it up and forcing you to look at him. Underneath the anger in his normally hard yellow eyes swam something akin to despair and resignation. He sighed as he stared, wiping your tears away with a swipe of his thumb. “If you want to leave, I won’t try and stop you. It is your decision. But I won’t let you leave while you think I don’t feel the same.”

Your gasp was cut short by lips covering yours so gently it caused the tears to spill over in earnest. Your eyes fluttered shut and all the fight left you, leaving you to lean into him ever so slightly. He welcomed it, releasing your wrist to pull you forward by the waist, cradling you gently to his chest.

“I– Mihawk, do you want me to stay?” you asked when he pulled back, needing to know for sure you wouldn’t be wasting your time staying here. You didn’t want to waste your life pining over someone who couldn’t, or wouldn’t, give you what you needed.

“I never said anything about wanting you to leave,” he said. He was still so close that he could feel your lips against his as he spoke, but before he could kiss you again, a drop of water appeared on your cheek. “We should continue this inside, before we become drenched.”

You nodded and took off, racing into the castle with the rain fast on your heels. Just as you reached the safety of the breezeway, the bottom opened up and rain seemed to fall in a sheet just outside of where you stood. Warm, delicate fingers, rough from sword use, linked with yours, pulling you into Mihawk’s chest again. “I’ll stay, then, if you really mean it.”

“I do. But I must warn you, I do not share well,” he said and, though he meant it and was very much serious, you still laughed, causing him to frown.

“Oh, do I detect some jealousy, Mihawk?” you teased, playing with the top button on his shirt. You smirked as a fire lit in his eye, like you knew it would.

His hold on you tightened, and his voice dropped dangerously low as he said, “I have no reason to be jealous. You’re mine now.” His slow drawl sent your heart into over drive, and you were sure that, if he hadn’t been holding you up, you would have melted into a puddle on the floor. “And from now on, it’s only Mihawk.”

“Right…Mihawk.”

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